ingwionthevanya:

ingwionthevanya:

witold-dewleski:

The undines disappeared without answering. Witold attempted another attack, trying to knock Ingwion on the ground.

"How dare you treat me like that." He murmured.

The elf reacted fast, without thinking. Partially he was expecting Witold to…

Ingwion sighed and didn’t wait. His knee hit Witold’s stomach.
"Calm down or I will calm you down and it will be a hard way," he said. "I don’t want to hurt you."

Witold hissed and curled with pain. The pain made him become quiet.

♥ 242 — 50 minutes ago on 30 Jul 2014 — via ingwionthevanya (source)
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aneleth:

witold-dewleski:

 

Witold didn’t know what was going on. Aneleth’s sudden shout brought him back to reality and when he looked down, she was lieing on the ground. He wanted to come closer to her but two men riding horses attacked him. One of them tried to tear reins out of his hands and the second one, hit him in the head with something hard. 

"Let me go, you bastards!" He hissed, instinctively placeing one of his hands on the aching place. Seeing his opportunity, the other man pulled harder, taking his rains away. The horse made a scared noise. 

"What about those kids?" Asked one of the men.

"I don’t care just make sure they won’t remember us." Said the other

Witold  realized that the third man was was the one who hit her so hard she lost cousciousness. 

"How… how dare you." Witold shouted and hit one of the opponents with his fist. 

The man dropped the reigns with a hiss and returned the punch. Adrenaline rushed to Witold’s head. He knew he wasn’t able to win with all three of them, especially since his fighting skills were on rather low level. However he didn’t have any other choice than to fight. 

The man jumped on him, throwing him from the horseback. Witold landed in snow, with the man on top of him punching him hard. e tried to pull away from his grip but the opponent was stronger. His instincts took over him. Witold’s pupils narrowed vertically. His eyes, currently gleaming with green and gold looked at the other. When the mortal’s eyes meet those eyes his face froze in terrified expression. He released Witold shouted but it was too late- his body started to turn into stone.

The other man looked at him with pure fear. He didn’t have clue what had just happened. Was it possible? Was his companion just killed by a monster? He watched Witold pushing away something that was once human and slowly standing up. Without thinking the man hurried his and Aneleth’s horses and  escaped. 

Witold started toretrive his cousciousness. he llooked around disoriented. When he noticed the stone figure on the ground, everything became clear. He fell to his knees. 

Even though she had experienced shifting numerous times, losing consiousness from a blow on the head was disorienting. First she saw the pale sky, feeling the cold rush of the wind on her body. Thinking it was the wind from the speed of her horse she looked for the steady pacing hooves. Yet discovered none. When she looked down, there lay the land, silent and white…. 

The silence high up in the sky was soothing and the cold started to clear her mind as she circled, enjoying the winds raising her even higher, to the chilly line of frozen whisps of clouds. 

Again her gaze went to the world below, this time she scowered for her own body, and that of her friend perhaps. 

What was a wide spread white now became a closer inspection, she saw movement, a fight… from above it was hard to see who was in the tangled situation. 

Swooping down closer to the men she screeched, and saw a scene unfold that utterly amazed her. One of the men suddenly froze, changing color… in a single moment he went from a living being to something that seemed… stone. 

Starteled she quickly turned, trying to spot her own body that lay amid the snow, a bloody bruise on her forehead. She folded her wings to gain speed, racing with the draw of gravity and the high wistle of the wind in her ears. Straight towards her body she dove… If there were more attackers she would rip out their eyes with her talons she thought, her mind filling with anger. 

Witold was looking at the ground, shocked with what just happened. Slowly, he turned his head and looked at the once-human. The man froze on the ground with expression of pain. He was a stone and Witold knew nothing would save his life now. He wasn’t dead yet but soon his spirit will leave the cold stone forever.

Witold couldn’t believe that he did it again. When he appeared here in Middle Earth, he swore to himself, he won’t use his abilities ever again and was leaving with this rule even when he was attacked or scolded by people living here.

He desperately tried to think of what he should do now, how he should explain things. He looked around and realized Aneleth is still lying on the ground unconscious. In this moment his consciousness returned to him. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself down- if he will approach her with his eyes still gleaming, she will end the same as the man lying few meters away. 

He slowly came closer to her. She had a giant wound on her head. Witold reached underneth his cape and teared off some material from his shirt to bandage her wound.

"Aneleth, can you hear me?" He tried to wake her up. She was still breathing which relieved him. He hoped she will get out of this. He started to think of how he will care the girl back to the farm when he noticed a bird flying in their direction. Was it trying to attack them? Did it came because it could smell blood? He tried to cover Aneleth with his own body.

♥ 37 — 54 minutes ago on 30 Jul 2014 — via aneleth
The Unusuall Alchemist

ingwionthevanya:

witold-dewleski:

The undines disappeared without answering. Witold attempted another attack, trying to knock Ingwion on the ground. 

"How dare you treat me like that." He  murmured. 

The elf reacted fast, without thinking. Partially he was expecting Witold to attack him, so he jumped back, away from the basilik.
"I wanted only to be sure you will not do something you’d regret later," he said, his voice calm. He looked in the direction of the lake. "They were crazy and unkind. Now I see why you all must hide before the men, instead of trying to unite your strengths you prefer to be individualists."

Since Ingwion jumped back, Witold landed on the ground with an infuriated hiss. He stood up with some difficulties, brushing his face. He attempted another attack and it was clear he wasn’t conscious yet.  

♥ 242 — 2 days ago on 28 Jul 2014 — via ingwionthevanya (source)

noizhacker:

witold-dewleski:

Witold gave him a displeased look but refrained himself from commenting since he wanted to make a deal with this man. Moreover he had to admit that Noiz was right. Apparently he had forgotten some of his good manners which wasn’t surprising to him at all. 

"My name is Witold Dewleski." He said his name slowly, knowing it might be hard for a person from here to pronounce it. "Pleased to meet you." He added trying not to sound sarcastically. Seeing how some people got interested in their talk it became obvious to him that this man is really Noiz. 

He got distracted by sudden noise followed by shouts from the crowd. He looked at two men, surrounded by other Rhymers, battling each other restlessly. He could never understand why people here were so passionate about Rhyme. He watched the battle for a moment, than returned his attention to Noiz, waiting for his response. 

[  ”The pleasure is mine,” Noiz scoffs, hooking his thumbs into his pockets. “Yeah, they call me Noiz… What do you want?” ]
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[   It’s obvious to him that this guy is here for business, since that’s usually what goes on. He’s never seen this person before, so it’s likely he isn’t a Rhymer… Does he want him to hack something? Give other information? Either way, pay him and he’ll most likely do it. ]

"I heard you are an information broker. I thought that maybe you will be able to find someone for me… for a price, of course." Witold was carefully choosing his words. This kind of deal was a new one for him. He never thought he will have to use such trick to gain information about his family. He was nervous but he made his best to hide it from Noiz, trying to look professional. 

♥ 4 — 2 days ago on 27 Jul 2014 — via noizhacker (source)
Sound of silence

aneleth:

witold-dewleski:

 

Witolds instincts take over. Adrenaline rushing to his veins, he felt craving for the wide, for nature. He wanted to go faster. Slowly he started to take the lead position in their little race, leaving Aneleth behind. 

As Witold left her behind, using his apparent mastery of horse riding to his advantage, her horse suddenly buckled. Standing on its great hind legs it resisted going any further and she could only watch her friend taking the lead and arriving at the post a winner. 

"Well done" she yelled as she regained the horse and tapped its neck. "Hush you…" she tried to calm him "what got you all startled then" she whispered as she went through its manes. 

All of the sudden she felt a jerking at her left leg and she lost her balance and fell of the horse. She could just see three men closing in on Witold, the snow clouds had hidden their approach. “Look out!” she yelled as she got a kick in the head and went unconsious. 

Witold didn’t know what was going on. Aneleth’s sudden shout brought him back to reality and when he looked down, she was lieing on the ground. He wanted to come closer to her but two men riding horses attacked him. One of them tried to tear reins out of his hands and the second one, hit him in the head with something hard. 

"Let me go, you bastards!" He hissed, instinctively placeing one of his hands on the aching place. Seeing his opportunity, the other man pulled harder, taking his rains away. The horse made a scared noise. 

"What about those kids?" Asked one of the men.

"I don’t care just make sure they won’t remember us." Said the other

Witold  realized that the third man was was the one who hit her so hard she lost cousciousness. 

"How… how dare you." Witold shouted and hit one of the opponents with his fist. 

The man dropped the reigns with a hiss and returned the punch. Adrenaline rushed to Witold’s head. He knew he wasn’t able to win with all three of them, especially since his fighting skills were on rather low level. However he didn’t have any other choice than to fight. 

The man jumped on him, throwing him from the horseback. Witold landed in snow, with the man on top of him punching him hard. e tried to pull away from his grip but the opponent was stronger. His instincts took over him. Witold’s pupils narrowed vertically. His eyes, currently gleaming with green and gold looked at the other. When the mortal’s eyes meet those eyes his face froze in terrified expression. He released Witold shouted but it was too late- his body started to turn into stone.

The other man looked at him with pure fear. He didn’t have clue what had just happened. Was it possible? Was his companion just killed by a monster? He watched Witold pushing away something that was once human and slowly standing up. Without thinking the man hurried his and Aneleth’s horses and  escaped. 

Witold started toretrive his cousciousness. he llooked around disoriented. When he noticed the stone figure on the ground, everything became clear. He fell to his knees. 

♥ 37 — 2 days ago on 27 Jul 2014 — via aneleth
REBLOG if you RP with nonnies

virtuteminterius:

I know there are people out there too shy to show their faces, I wanted to know who’s out there that understands that and still wants to RP with everyone

♥ 4112 — 2 days ago on 27 Jul 2014 — via aneleth

noizhacker:

witold-dewleski:

Witold was looking around cautiously as he entered the crowded back alley. Everyone here seemed to be absorbed with Rhyme. He passed some boy in colorful hood wondering how will he find the person he was looking for. All that he knew about him was that he was called Noiz, he was leader of a Rhyme team and the most important: he was selling many kinds of information.  The black-haired man was told to look for a boy with a chain of cube-shaped allmates attached to his belt. He was a bit annoyed that he got such a mild tip. Finding him will take him so much time… if he even was here today. 

Surprisingly to him, he stumbled upon the right person quite quickly. He was rather outstanding- Witold thought.

"Hi. Are you the guy called Noiz?" He asked simply.

[  The voice catches his attention, cold eyes locking onto the male who had approached. “‘Depends, who’s talking?” Noiz queries, raising an eyebrow to him. “It’s more polite to introduce yourself first… Isn’t it?” ]
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[    A couple of guys hear their leader’s voice and look back, checking out what’s going on and then going back to watching the Rhyme match in front of them. There’s a loud crashing sound from one of the attacks, a roar of cheers sounding from the crowd. Regardless of the noise, the Ruff Rabbit leader keeps his attention to Witold. ]

Witold gave him a displeased look but refrained himself from commenting since he wanted to make a deal with this man. Moreover he had to admit that Noiz was right. Apparently he had forgotten some of his good manners which wasn’t surprising to him at all. 

"My name is Witold Dewleski." He said his name slowly, knowing it might be hard for a person from here to pronounce it. "Pleased to meet you." He added trying not to sound sarcastically. Seeing how some people got interested in their talk it became obvious to him that this man is really Noiz. 

He got distracted by sudden noise followed by shouts from the crowd. He looked at two men, surrounded by other Rhymers, battling each other restlessly. He could never understand why people here were so passionate about Rhyme. He watched the battle for a moment, than returned his attention to Noiz, waiting for his response. 

♥ 4 — 2 days ago on 27 Jul 2014 — via noizhacker (source)

Witold was looking around cautiously as he entered the crowded back alley. Everyone here seemed to be absorbed with Rhyme. He passed some boy in colorful hood wondering how will he find the person he was looking for. All that he knew about him was that he was called Noiz, he was leader of a Rhyme team and the most important: he was selling many kinds of information.  The black-haired man was told to look for a boy with a chain of cube-shaped allmates attached to his belt. He was a bit annoyed that he got such a mild tip. Finding him will take him so much time… if he even was here today. 

Surprisingly to him, he stumbled upon the right person quite quickly. He was rather outstanding- Witold thought.

"Hi. Are you the guy called Noiz?" He asked simply.

♥ 4 — 2 days ago on 27 Jul 2014
ubebones:

"Keep calm and call Epona" by Ube Bones.

ubebones:

"Keep calm and call Epona" by Ube Bones.

♥ 120 — 2 days ago on 27 Jul 2014 — via alannada (source)
Send me a “Pillow fight!” for my muse’s reaction to yours hitting them with a pillow.
♥ 444 — 3 days ago on 26 Jul 2014 — via memes-for-muses