Forgotten Realms Fan Fiction ❯ Drastic Changes of Heart ❯ Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Virago 
“Are you going to stand in the tree line all day or are you going to say something?”
Non Anime: Forgotten Realms Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Comedy / Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 289 | Status: Work In Progress
“Are you going to stand in the tree line all day or are you going to say something?”
Non Anime: Forgotten Realms Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Comedy / Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 289 | Status: Work In Progress
Drastic Changes of Heart
Two
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A/N: Ok, I am so sorry that this story is silly, I tried so very hard to make it serious, but they just didn’t want to cooperate with my demands! Curse them!!
I took me sooooo long to write this chapter. I’m not really good at writing action stuff, like fights and battles, or in this case, sparing. I guess I should have thought twice before creating this fic. ^^’
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Entreri walked from the inn, trying to get away from the sounds of every happy go lucky person that haunted his worst nightmares. It was as if every joyful person around was at that one inn at the same time. He sighed and looked to the sky, thinking that some god or goddess up there somewhere really must hate him to put him through so much pain and agony.
As he got further from the establishment, the sounds of the loud obnoxious humans slowly faded out and the breeze that rustled the trees became the new background music for his morning. He slowed his pace and walked without a sound through the forest that settled behind the stable yard.
“Partially cloudy with a slight chance of rain,” he muttered to himself, enjoying the greenery around him, thanking that there wasn’t a soul around. More importantly, there was no Jarlaxle. No doubt he was in the common area trying to get into Do’Urden’s dense wench’s pants. The thought made his mood darken and a sneer formed on his lips, what the drow found in the irritating red-head was beyond him. Sure she was pleasant to look upon. If the candles were snuffed and you put a brown sack over her head... and if you turned your head to the side and squinted really hard. Adding all those factors brought her to a ‘Maybe if I was really drunk and she was the last woman in the Realms.’
The sound of heavy breathing brought him back to the real world and he shuddered at his thoughts. Then again, he thought, there are plenty of beautiful men out there that I would rather take to my bed than her, so the really drunk and last woman in the Realms is null and void.
Having nothing better to do he followed the breathing, drastically hoping that he would catch two kids doing forbidden things so he could scare them into chastity. His thoughts made him smile as he came upon a small river running through the woods. The banks where slightly steep and the ground below him, smooth and soft with long blades of grass as if the ground had never before been stepped upon.
Another soft exhale of breath caused him to look up and what filled his sight made his blood boil with in his body with absolute rage. The drow’s feet were bare, small blades of grass almost lost with in the darkness of his skin. His sword belt, cloak, and shirt where also missing.
Drizzt huffed and jumped, turning in the air as his placed the side of Icingdeath’s hilt in his teeth before landing on the palm of his hand. He moved his wrist the minute it touched the earth so his body spun in prefect balance with itself. Twinkle lashed in his other hand, reflecting all the rays of the bright sun sending prisms of the purest of colors across clear waters. His lean legs spread with the twist, kicking out at unseen enemies. The arm that held him up flexed, sweat slowly beating down heated ebony as he pushed off and turned his body again, gracefully landing on his feet.
Icingdeath was back in his bare hand before Entreri could even blink. Curved blades flashed the sun’s reflection as he continued to turn, one scimitar moved in front of him as the other guarded his back while the whirling circles came faster and faster. The turns completed and he let out another exhale of breath bring a blade up, slicing a falling leaf as it gently floated to the ground. Then he brought the other blade up cutting the leave in half the other way before bringing both down to cut the quarters into more pieces than the assassin could count. He spun in one more circle before the move was finished and then he stood. One hand held Twinkled in front of him in a reverse grip, the blade angling across his forearm, chest, and hip. Icingdeath was posed behind him again, slanting down his shoulder blades to stop at mid back. He was balancing on one leg, his body perfectly still; the leg opposite of the front scimitar was tucked into his body, guarding his torso with a bent knee.
He stood like that, on one leg, his breathing harsh with his workout as drops of sweat beaded down his bare back, slightly gathering by the long scar that ran from one shoulder to his opposite hip before once more making their path to the waistband of his brown breeches. Entreri opened his mouth to say something but the drow began to move again, only this time instead of painfully fast it was painfully slow. Muscles rippled beneath the darkest of ebony as his limbs carefully untangled themselves. Arms moved with more grace than a cat, Icingdeath cleared his back, his grip on the curved blade flipped with a flick of his wrist and it too was now held in a reverse grip. His back bent, his long white braid pooling on the ground.
The assassin peered at him, wondering what the crazy elf was doing now as his body bowed backwards, his hands, still gripping his blades came above his head and his bent leg slowly came out to straighten out and follow the rest of his body in its backwards roll. The black skin of his hands became lost in the slightly over grown grass and he saw the muscle’s flex, it was the only warning the human had before the elf’s other leg was the last to follow suit.
Entreri had seen back flips before; he even did a few himself, but never that slow, and never, ever that liquid like. It was like the drow ranger didn’t possess any bones what so ever. When he was once more standing he did it again, his back bending and leg coming up to bend at the knee before straightening, his toes pointed practically the entire time. He did it a few more times, more times than the assassin thought possible before the drow sighed and stood straight, his hand reaching up to flick sweat from his brow, the deadly blade still in his hand.
“Are you going to stand in the tree line all day or are you going to say something?” the elf asked, the melodious voice soft as if it drifted upon the slight breeze.
The human shrugged and stepped out, “You aren’t expecting a ‘good day’ are you?”
Drizzt laughed, shaking his head, “From you? I don’t think the Abyss has yet frozen over.”
Entreri glared at the drow, “Why couldn’t you stay dead?”
Once more the elf laughed, “And why couldn’t you leave me alone?”
“I hate you,” he hissed his hands clenched in tight fists.
The other man sighed and walked over to the pile of his clothes, bending down to get his sword belt and sheathing his scimitars with barely a whisper of sound. “I know,” he stated, his voice slightly louder as if he was just now getting his breath back. “But what puzzles me is that, normally when a person hates another, they usually do everything possible to avoid them,” he looked over his shoulder at the assassin, giving no hint that he felt threatened with his back turned on the dangerous man. “They do not seek them out,” he finished with another flick of his wrist, wiping the sweat from his brow before turning to face the human.
Entreri blinked, and somehow the drow thought he was getting sneered at without the look actually making itself known on the assassin’s features, “I did not come and seek you out.”
The elf shrugged, “No matter, you are here none the less.”
“By chance,” he stated his tone slightly defensive. What was it about this damned drow that had him constantly trying to keep himself in control?
Drizzt returned the blink, “Of course.”
This time Entreri could not keep the sneer from forming on his lips, “Do not patronize me, Do’Urden.”
The drow’s look turned innocent, then he shrugged, somehow even that movement was with liquid grace, “As you wish, Entreri.”
The human growled, yet before he could comment the ranger was once more speaking, “No doubt you are thinking, ‘you’re lucky that you’re over on the other side of the bank’?” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand, “Then by all means, Entreri, cross the bank and take out your frustrations.”
“I would do that elf,” he stated, trying to keep his voice even, “But you are not at your best right now. Perhaps tomorrow.”
The drow nodded, his eyes flashing with violet fire before he smiled, “Tomorrow then.”
Entreri let him have the last word as his spun on his heal, offering a slight wave over his shoulder at the elf, presenting his back to him just as the other man had done with him.
TBC...
Two
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A/N: Ok, I am so sorry that this story is silly, I tried so very hard to make it serious, but they just didn’t want to cooperate with my demands! Curse them!!
I took me sooooo long to write this chapter. I’m not really good at writing action stuff, like fights and battles, or in this case, sparing. I guess I should have thought twice before creating this fic. ^^’
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Entreri walked from the inn, trying to get away from the sounds of every happy go lucky person that haunted his worst nightmares. It was as if every joyful person around was at that one inn at the same time. He sighed and looked to the sky, thinking that some god or goddess up there somewhere really must hate him to put him through so much pain and agony.
As he got further from the establishment, the sounds of the loud obnoxious humans slowly faded out and the breeze that rustled the trees became the new background music for his morning. He slowed his pace and walked without a sound through the forest that settled behind the stable yard.
“Partially cloudy with a slight chance of rain,” he muttered to himself, enjoying the greenery around him, thanking that there wasn’t a soul around. More importantly, there was no Jarlaxle. No doubt he was in the common area trying to get into Do’Urden’s dense wench’s pants. The thought made his mood darken and a sneer formed on his lips, what the drow found in the irritating red-head was beyond him. Sure she was pleasant to look upon. If the candles were snuffed and you put a brown sack over her head... and if you turned your head to the side and squinted really hard. Adding all those factors brought her to a ‘Maybe if I was really drunk and she was the last woman in the Realms.’
The sound of heavy breathing brought him back to the real world and he shuddered at his thoughts. Then again, he thought, there are plenty of beautiful men out there that I would rather take to my bed than her, so the really drunk and last woman in the Realms is null and void.
Having nothing better to do he followed the breathing, drastically hoping that he would catch two kids doing forbidden things so he could scare them into chastity. His thoughts made him smile as he came upon a small river running through the woods. The banks where slightly steep and the ground below him, smooth and soft with long blades of grass as if the ground had never before been stepped upon.
Another soft exhale of breath caused him to look up and what filled his sight made his blood boil with in his body with absolute rage. The drow’s feet were bare, small blades of grass almost lost with in the darkness of his skin. His sword belt, cloak, and shirt where also missing.
Drizzt huffed and jumped, turning in the air as his placed the side of Icingdeath’s hilt in his teeth before landing on the palm of his hand. He moved his wrist the minute it touched the earth so his body spun in prefect balance with itself. Twinkle lashed in his other hand, reflecting all the rays of the bright sun sending prisms of the purest of colors across clear waters. His lean legs spread with the twist, kicking out at unseen enemies. The arm that held him up flexed, sweat slowly beating down heated ebony as he pushed off and turned his body again, gracefully landing on his feet.
Icingdeath was back in his bare hand before Entreri could even blink. Curved blades flashed the sun’s reflection as he continued to turn, one scimitar moved in front of him as the other guarded his back while the whirling circles came faster and faster. The turns completed and he let out another exhale of breath bring a blade up, slicing a falling leaf as it gently floated to the ground. Then he brought the other blade up cutting the leave in half the other way before bringing both down to cut the quarters into more pieces than the assassin could count. He spun in one more circle before the move was finished and then he stood. One hand held Twinkled in front of him in a reverse grip, the blade angling across his forearm, chest, and hip. Icingdeath was posed behind him again, slanting down his shoulder blades to stop at mid back. He was balancing on one leg, his body perfectly still; the leg opposite of the front scimitar was tucked into his body, guarding his torso with a bent knee.
He stood like that, on one leg, his breathing harsh with his workout as drops of sweat beaded down his bare back, slightly gathering by the long scar that ran from one shoulder to his opposite hip before once more making their path to the waistband of his brown breeches. Entreri opened his mouth to say something but the drow began to move again, only this time instead of painfully fast it was painfully slow. Muscles rippled beneath the darkest of ebony as his limbs carefully untangled themselves. Arms moved with more grace than a cat, Icingdeath cleared his back, his grip on the curved blade flipped with a flick of his wrist and it too was now held in a reverse grip. His back bent, his long white braid pooling on the ground.
The assassin peered at him, wondering what the crazy elf was doing now as his body bowed backwards, his hands, still gripping his blades came above his head and his bent leg slowly came out to straighten out and follow the rest of his body in its backwards roll. The black skin of his hands became lost in the slightly over grown grass and he saw the muscle’s flex, it was the only warning the human had before the elf’s other leg was the last to follow suit.
Entreri had seen back flips before; he even did a few himself, but never that slow, and never, ever that liquid like. It was like the drow ranger didn’t possess any bones what so ever. When he was once more standing he did it again, his back bending and leg coming up to bend at the knee before straightening, his toes pointed practically the entire time. He did it a few more times, more times than the assassin thought possible before the drow sighed and stood straight, his hand reaching up to flick sweat from his brow, the deadly blade still in his hand.
“Are you going to stand in the tree line all day or are you going to say something?” the elf asked, the melodious voice soft as if it drifted upon the slight breeze.
The human shrugged and stepped out, “You aren’t expecting a ‘good day’ are you?”
Drizzt laughed, shaking his head, “From you? I don’t think the Abyss has yet frozen over.”
Entreri glared at the drow, “Why couldn’t you stay dead?”
Once more the elf laughed, “And why couldn’t you leave me alone?”
“I hate you,” he hissed his hands clenched in tight fists.
The other man sighed and walked over to the pile of his clothes, bending down to get his sword belt and sheathing his scimitars with barely a whisper of sound. “I know,” he stated, his voice slightly louder as if he was just now getting his breath back. “But what puzzles me is that, normally when a person hates another, they usually do everything possible to avoid them,” he looked over his shoulder at the assassin, giving no hint that he felt threatened with his back turned on the dangerous man. “They do not seek them out,” he finished with another flick of his wrist, wiping the sweat from his brow before turning to face the human.
Entreri blinked, and somehow the drow thought he was getting sneered at without the look actually making itself known on the assassin’s features, “I did not come and seek you out.”
The elf shrugged, “No matter, you are here none the less.”
“By chance,” he stated his tone slightly defensive. What was it about this damned drow that had him constantly trying to keep himself in control?
Drizzt returned the blink, “Of course.”
This time Entreri could not keep the sneer from forming on his lips, “Do not patronize me, Do’Urden.”
The drow’s look turned innocent, then he shrugged, somehow even that movement was with liquid grace, “As you wish, Entreri.”
The human growled, yet before he could comment the ranger was once more speaking, “No doubt you are thinking, ‘you’re lucky that you’re over on the other side of the bank’?” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand, “Then by all means, Entreri, cross the bank and take out your frustrations.”
“I would do that elf,” he stated, trying to keep his voice even, “But you are not at your best right now. Perhaps tomorrow.”
The drow nodded, his eyes flashing with violet fire before he smiled, “Tomorrow then.”
Entreri let him have the last word as his spun on his heal, offering a slight wave over his shoulder at the elf, presenting his back to him just as the other man had done with him.
TBC...