TimberDusk
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Timber flew around the woods outside Alliria on a foggy morning. He had made a habit of buzzing close by people walking the trails just to see their faces. He would be kidding himself if he were to say he didn't enjoy the attention he had garnered by becoming one of the first Fae to make himself known amongst the giant races. He would perform loops to the splendor of children walking with parents, run off snakes and small predators that may frighten horses and occasionally play a game of keep away with random squirrels and their nuts. He couldn't directly speak to squirrels but his attunement to nature let him understand them in a way and they him. So he would jokingly lead them off on a chase only to lead them to twice as many nuts than he had stolen away.
Out of nowhere a paw swipes from a bush, Timber reacts to roll out of harm's way but it's too late. Tim tucks himself in to avoid damage to his wings. The impact is intense, he is sent across the road and his attacker is diving for him. Tim's senses are faster than the attacker and rolls back and springs up into the air, it's a medium sized cat, too big to be domestic, maybe a wild lynx. Tim attempts to flap his wings but the dirt slows them down and the lynx bats at him again, sending him reeling again. Flapping the whole time the debris leaves his wings and allows him to stabilize as he land in a three point stance. Deciding not to harm the feline, Tim waits for another pounce, as it does and is in mid air he dashes a kick for the cats nose. This sends the cat into a sneezing frenzy and makes it's landing a little rough. As the cat lands Tim drops down and sees it lose interest in the difficult meal and leave. A heavy sigh as he sits roadside for a moment watching passers by.
A short time passes and Tim decides to see about some berries, he walks along the road a short ways until he happens across a group of four travelers. Fluttering up he gets in front of the group "Hello fair travelers, good morning" he closes his eyes and begins a bow "My name is Ti-" he's snatched out of the air "Hey, what do we have here?" A rough looking young woman says with Tim in her hand "A little fairy boss" a scrawny young man in black says from behind her. At this point Tim realizes it's a gang of highwaymen, the woman holding him was being a little rough with him "Don't fairies grant wishes?" She said as she manipulated him with both hands, he could feel his wings weren't in flying shape as he was then forced upright with his hands behind his back as she gripped him firmly, but the only thing he could feel damaged was his wings. "But you see, I'm a Pixie, not a fairy" he said as he felt her grip tighten "So what do you do?" She brought him closer to her face, he could feel her breathing maniacally, the heavy, hot breath scaring him, she seemed like a predatory animal rather than a woman. "I don't know that pixies do anything if you catch them" a rather large, simple looking man spoke as a rather attractive woman stepped forward "I believe they are usually tricksters, they steal from humans" she spoke to Timber's captor. "Let me guess, you have a thief, a bruiser, she's an amateur spell slinger and you're the brains aren't you beautiful." Tim chuckled before her grip tightened some more "Think you're funny don't you? Well, let's see how funny you are when I swallow you whole. I bet you'll squirm the whole time until you die" her mouth started to open slowly and Tim closed his eyes as her hot breath cascaded over him, he felt her saliva drip down and he knew it was time.
He had been focusing his energies on the vegetation around him and they hadn't noticed until all the grass in the area shot off the ground and began to slice into her arms causing her to drop him. As he fell a puff of air slowed him down before he impacted the ground. He drew his blade knowing that it would only be a momentary setback. Sure enough he saw her boot coming down on top of him and sidestepped with ease. "I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU BUG!!!" she yelled as her group readied to help. Another thunderous stomp from the fiery leader but this time as Tim dodged the ground wrapped up around her feet causing her to be held fast in place, losing her balance she braced herself on the ground only to have it wrap her hands as well locking her in a standing all fours position.
The brute rushed forward trying to grab Tim only to have a handful of squirrels begin to swarm him. Timber laughed as he looked to the one in black as he ran off then to the mage, who sighed and followed the brute fighting off squirrels "I'll help you Firell, just go back to the hideout, I have a feeling they'll stop." Tim laughed as he looked to the leader and swung his sword around "Now, you, you broke my wings. It'll take a few hours of meditation and a hard to make salve to fix. And, and, you tried to eat me. I can't let that stand, you need to be taught a lesson" he walked to her arms "let me go and I won't hunt you kill you when I get out. That good?" she spoke as Tim demonstrated how sharp his blade was by swinging so close he cut her arm hair off cleanly. "See, we're not good" he started to climb up her pants on the side until he stood on the highpoint of her arched body, the small of her back. He sliced the belt holding her pants up and as an insult pulled from his bag, his makeshift hairbrush and smacked her bare bottom to punctuate each word. "Bad, bad girl. Fae are friends, not food" he climbed down the arm of her shirt and released the stone bindings and had a small stone pillar rapidly shoot up and hit her in the forehead to throw her off balance "Now we're good, go on. Get out of here before I get real mad" Tim turned away as she pulled her pants back up and looked at him embarrassed and furious, but she saw people approaching and decided to flee.
Timber sat down breathing hard, it had been a while since he was in that big of a bind "Goodness that was rough, no more closing my eyes when I bow, not unless I know them." He held his ribs as he made sure they weren't broken "all my salves are back home" he let out a grunt as he looked out and saw he was a few miles out from the city "that's a full days walk for me, if not more. I hope someone can give me a ride" he began walking toward the city "Who is that on approach?" as he sees someone approaching down the road a ways...
Out of nowhere a paw swipes from a bush, Timber reacts to roll out of harm's way but it's too late. Tim tucks himself in to avoid damage to his wings. The impact is intense, he is sent across the road and his attacker is diving for him. Tim's senses are faster than the attacker and rolls back and springs up into the air, it's a medium sized cat, too big to be domestic, maybe a wild lynx. Tim attempts to flap his wings but the dirt slows them down and the lynx bats at him again, sending him reeling again. Flapping the whole time the debris leaves his wings and allows him to stabilize as he land in a three point stance. Deciding not to harm the feline, Tim waits for another pounce, as it does and is in mid air he dashes a kick for the cats nose. This sends the cat into a sneezing frenzy and makes it's landing a little rough. As the cat lands Tim drops down and sees it lose interest in the difficult meal and leave. A heavy sigh as he sits roadside for a moment watching passers by.
A short time passes and Tim decides to see about some berries, he walks along the road a short ways until he happens across a group of four travelers. Fluttering up he gets in front of the group "Hello fair travelers, good morning" he closes his eyes and begins a bow "My name is Ti-" he's snatched out of the air "Hey, what do we have here?" A rough looking young woman says with Tim in her hand "A little fairy boss" a scrawny young man in black says from behind her. At this point Tim realizes it's a gang of highwaymen, the woman holding him was being a little rough with him "Don't fairies grant wishes?" She said as she manipulated him with both hands, he could feel his wings weren't in flying shape as he was then forced upright with his hands behind his back as she gripped him firmly, but the only thing he could feel damaged was his wings. "But you see, I'm a Pixie, not a fairy" he said as he felt her grip tighten "So what do you do?" She brought him closer to her face, he could feel her breathing maniacally, the heavy, hot breath scaring him, she seemed like a predatory animal rather than a woman. "I don't know that pixies do anything if you catch them" a rather large, simple looking man spoke as a rather attractive woman stepped forward "I believe they are usually tricksters, they steal from humans" she spoke to Timber's captor. "Let me guess, you have a thief, a bruiser, she's an amateur spell slinger and you're the brains aren't you beautiful." Tim chuckled before her grip tightened some more "Think you're funny don't you? Well, let's see how funny you are when I swallow you whole. I bet you'll squirm the whole time until you die" her mouth started to open slowly and Tim closed his eyes as her hot breath cascaded over him, he felt her saliva drip down and he knew it was time.
He had been focusing his energies on the vegetation around him and they hadn't noticed until all the grass in the area shot off the ground and began to slice into her arms causing her to drop him. As he fell a puff of air slowed him down before he impacted the ground. He drew his blade knowing that it would only be a momentary setback. Sure enough he saw her boot coming down on top of him and sidestepped with ease. "I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU BUG!!!" she yelled as her group readied to help. Another thunderous stomp from the fiery leader but this time as Tim dodged the ground wrapped up around her feet causing her to be held fast in place, losing her balance she braced herself on the ground only to have it wrap her hands as well locking her in a standing all fours position.
The brute rushed forward trying to grab Tim only to have a handful of squirrels begin to swarm him. Timber laughed as he looked to the one in black as he ran off then to the mage, who sighed and followed the brute fighting off squirrels "I'll help you Firell, just go back to the hideout, I have a feeling they'll stop." Tim laughed as he looked to the leader and swung his sword around "Now, you, you broke my wings. It'll take a few hours of meditation and a hard to make salve to fix. And, and, you tried to eat me. I can't let that stand, you need to be taught a lesson" he walked to her arms "let me go and I won't hunt you kill you when I get out. That good?" she spoke as Tim demonstrated how sharp his blade was by swinging so close he cut her arm hair off cleanly. "See, we're not good" he started to climb up her pants on the side until he stood on the highpoint of her arched body, the small of her back. He sliced the belt holding her pants up and as an insult pulled from his bag, his makeshift hairbrush and smacked her bare bottom to punctuate each word. "Bad, bad girl. Fae are friends, not food" he climbed down the arm of her shirt and released the stone bindings and had a small stone pillar rapidly shoot up and hit her in the forehead to throw her off balance "Now we're good, go on. Get out of here before I get real mad" Tim turned away as she pulled her pants back up and looked at him embarrassed and furious, but she saw people approaching and decided to flee.
Timber sat down breathing hard, it had been a while since he was in that big of a bind "Goodness that was rough, no more closing my eyes when I bow, not unless I know them." He held his ribs as he made sure they weren't broken "all my salves are back home" he let out a grunt as he looked out and saw he was a few miles out from the city "that's a full days walk for me, if not more. I hope someone can give me a ride" he began walking toward the city "Who is that on approach?" as he sees someone approaching down the road a ways...
