Where the wild things are (Addie =D)

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Freedom was a luxury most people wanted. There were those who were born into it, those granted it, those who fought for it, and those who never saw it in their life. There were even people who knew nothing else besides freedom. They were never told how to act, what to do, what to say, how to dress. All they knew was the open world in front of them, ready to be shifted and shaped based on what their needs were. To them, anything and everything was possible and nothing stood in their way.

That was her life.

The area was particularly calm today. Birds nested high in the trees, feeding their young and taking care of their family before settling off to sleep for the night. The trees swayed gently, as if rocking the cradle to settle the small birds. The wind twisted gently around the branches, dancing with the leaves. Birds chirped, frogs croaked, deer bleated, coyotes howled. The entire natural world seemed to be at peace, working as one single unit. The unity could be seen are peaceful, serene and calm. A baby deer found its way out of the shelter of the den it had been lying in, wondering aimlessly to find it's mother for it's next meal. A bystander would see this and automatically be taken aback by the warmth and love being set off by a mother and son. Soon thereafter, the forest began quieting, settling down for a long rest until morning would wake them.

"INCOMING!"

A girl flew past, almost too quick to catch sight of. She held onto a branch, allowing gravity to pull her downward at alarmingly fast rates. She started swing back upwards and let go of the branch, launching herself through the air before grabbing onto another nearby branch. Her speed increased as she moved forward from branch to branch, allowing the wind to whip through her hair. She cared little about the commotion or chaos she caused while flying through the forest. Animals scrambled in every direction as she burst into view. Birds took off through the air, deer and coyotes fled to the nearby shelter of the trees and shrubbery. She just laughed the whole time, enjoying the feeling of soaring through the air.

That is, until the trees stopped.

She launched herself from one branch, searching desperately for the next before realizing a moment to late that no more where there for her to grab. She reached into the air as if hoping someone would grab her hand and keep her from hitting the merciless earth. When none did she let out a shriek before falling to the ground. She hit hard, her head smacking the dirt. Normally it would have knocked her out, leaving her to lay there unconscious for hours, but she hit a particularly soft patch of grass. She groaned and rolled over onto her stomach, grabbing at her throbbing head. What a way to end the day.

She lay there for a few minutes, trying to sort out her thoughts in her swirling head. She blinked a few times, her vision split into three. She shook her head and sat up slowly to her knees. That was fun. She groaned again. She felt a massive headache coming her way. Twas the price she got for trying to have a little fun. Oh well. She'd deal. She was just thankful that no one had saw it.

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There were few people content to spend their days surrounded by nature, with only animals and plant-life as companions. For Elijah, though, there was nothing better than spending every last hour of the day in the dirt of the Sirantil Valley, pretending to hunt animals and that he was the greatest hero Connlaoth had ever seen. Games of make-believe had always been Elijah's favorite. Despite the fact that plants and animals couldn't communicate, Elijah enjoyed them far more than playing with other people - children were often whiney and adults had no sense of fun. All adults cared about was 'being safe'. How could anyone become a renowned hero or adventurer if they played it safe? Blehhh, it made him want to gag!

Stick in hand, Elijah made his way through the underbrush, clad in a large, ripped shirt, trousers, and sandals that were so worn down he might as well have been barefoot. Little blades of grass were apparent in his mop of dark hair, and mud was smudged on his cheeks and his chin. After a few paces of merely walking leisurely, his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, for an odd sound had graced his ears. Each muscle in the child's body tensed and his brown eyes scanned the area, but as of yet he saw nothing peculiar. Deciding it best, Elijah got down on all fours and crouched low to the ground, hands clenching around his stick in case he had to fight an epic battle.

Not a minute later, the source of his puzzlement came along, swinging from the branches of the trees with great accuracy and speed. Elijah's jaw dropped and he stared after the creature - he hadn't ever seen something like that ever before! He was awestruck and completely captivated. Stumbling to his feet, Eli decided to play a game, as he so very often did, and let out a high-pitched 'war cry' as he ran after her. His stick was held above his head and his little legs pumped furiously in an attempt to keep up with her.

When her shriek broke the air and he heard the accompanying fall, Elijah relaxed, slowing his gate to a swift walk. He was pretty sure he could see her, but now was the time to be stealthy, so he once again got low to the ground as he continued closer to her. It didn't take him long to approach her from behind, and he was incredibly confused by her appearance. She looked like... like a monkey? But at the same time she... didn't?

"Aha! I have caught you!" he exclaimed, pointing his stick out toward her as he stepped closer. "I've been tracking you for a long time and now I got you! Rawr!" Eli laughed, extending his stick to poke her with it a few times. After a bit of nudging, he pulled his stick back a little, examining her with all the obnoxious curiosity of a child. "What are you doing in myyyy woods, huh huh huh? And... what are you? You look kinda... weird." Elijah lowered his stick to gingerly poke her tail, for he had no idea what she was and if she was dangerous. But, hey, if she was dangerous, it was nothing he couldn't handle - he was Elijah Laurent, after all!

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Her head spun as she looked around dizzily. She felt the headache come storming in like an unwelcome guest. She groaned again and gripped her head with both hands. She inhaled sharply, shutting her eyes tight, bracing herself for the whiplash she felt coming with the headache. She had been through worse. Like the time her ankle got caught in a trap which proceeded to rip her off the ground and dangle her upside down for three hours, not only giving her massive head rush but also a busted ankle. Even that wasn't that bad, but she preferred not remembering painful experiences.

Her vision, still dotted with darkness from hitting her head, focused straight ahead at the tree that had misled her into thinking she could continue with her fearless swinging. She hated misleading things, even if it hadn't happened intentionally. Though she had gotten hurt, it wouldn't stop her from doing it again tomorrow. She wasn't one to learn her lesson after a small injury like landing hard on the ground. It just made her determined to try again, to not let the woods win and defeat her with fear of getting hurt. She just smiled as if to say "you silly, silly forest. I shall not fall easily."

She rose to her feet, stumbling back a few steps dizzily before finding her footing. When she was sure she wouldn't topple over, she straightened up, glancing at the sky. Aww! night was coming! Her fun was going to end in a few hours. She sighed, bowing slightly to the forest. Ok, so it had won this round. But she would be back for round two tomorrow. She smiled at the forest before turning to head back to her own little shelter.

But before she moved anywhere, her ears picked up on a small change. A small sound that wasn't there before. Something was in the grass, hidden from view. It made her muscles tense, ready to force her to flee if whatever it was posed a threat to her. She stared at a specific spot where she felt the sound had come from and waited for something to happen.

She wasn't alone.

A little boy appeared, shouting some sort of strange cry as he did so. It terrified her. But who wouldn't be scared of a screaming, oncoming life form. She froze. But when her brain registered what it was, she relaxed, almost laughing at herself for being scared of such a small child. He couldn't have been older then 8 or 9 based on how small he was. He was almost...cute. She smiled at him.

But he spoke in a tongue she didn't quite understand. She had heard it before but understood little of what he said. And even if she had understood him, she wouldn't know how to speak back. And then he proceeded to poke at her with the stick in his hand like she was some sort of circus freak. She fell over in surprise, landing on her butt in the soft grass again. She glanced down in wonderment almost as to how she ended up back on the ground before looking up at him angrily. He began poking her tail and she grabbed the end of the stick, pulling it from his hands and throwing it gently off to the side. She didn't appreciate being poked and that was the only way she knew of telling him, since he obviously spoke a different language then her.

She stood back up, coming up short of him by several inches, oh the joy of being short. She looked at him, studying him. He seemed human, looked human, and (to the best of her judgement) acted perfectly human. She walked around him, glancing at this and that on him. He looked surprisingly like her, aside from the lack of tail. Figuring he posed no threat to her, she decided to introduce herself...er try to at least. She pointed to herself, patting her chest a few times before saying in a high pitched girl voice "Yeep." She pointed to him, hoping to hear him say his name. Oh how she wished everyone spoke like her. It would make life that much easier.

And a lot less entertaining.

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Ha! He was so strong, he'd knocked her right back onto her butt! Elijah didn't bother taking into account the fact that she was even a little smaller than him; that didn't really matter. All that mattered was that he was conquering his newfound foe, as only a boy of his strength and caliber could!

But his conquering was put to an end within moments, as the monkey-lady had pulled his stick right out of his hand and thrown it away. Elijah's brown eyes widened, for he was unable to grasp how she could have done something like that. "Hey! You can't do that! That's my stick!" His... his stick! His weapon! His most prized possession! How could she just toss it away?! That was cruel! That was wicked! That was... that was... that was mean! Elijah's lower lip quivered for a moment, but he quickly hardened his face into a pout, staring at the weirdo and trying to decide what to do. She wasn't playing this game very well - Elijah had expected her to surrender and beg for mercy, not fight back. Didn't she know how to play a game right?

Hmph. No wonder he didn't like playing with people! They couldn't do anything right!

He became somewhat nervous as she began to walk around him, and Elijah turned in a circle with her, brows lifted. This was really strange. As she patted her chest and said 'Yeep', all he could do was stare at her. What the heck did Yeep mean? Was it some sort of code? "Uhm, bless you?" Elijah tried, at a complete loss. He was a kid; how was he supposed to know that was her name and that, by pointing at him, she wanted to know his as well?

His eyes never left her, and he found that her tail was becoming a place of interest for him. Since she had taken his stick, he couldn't very well prod her with that - but he still had hands. As a precaution, so she didn't bite him and give him some disease or something, Elijah lifted his hands, palms facing her, and walked behind her. The child plopped onto the ground and grabbed her tail, refraining from pulling on it or doing much else for the moment.

"I'm Elijah," he said, "or Eli. Why do you have a tail when you look like a girl? Girls don't have tails, or at least they shouldn't, unless you have really bad cooties..." He let go of her at that realization and stared at his hands in horror. "You... don't have cooties, do you?"

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It was pretty obvious that she had never had much experience with humans. Most humans would know that taking anything from a child resulted in tears. But she knew crying was something she wanted to avoid at all costs. So when this child's face went from victorious to shocked, to angry, to upset in a few short moments, she panicked. She looked around for anything to prevent him from bursting into tears. She searched for the stick, but it had disappeared. She looked back up at him and was relieved to see that his sadness was replaced by glaring. THAT she could handle.

She sighed when he began speaking his language again, the language of the locals. She was never going to be able to speak with him unless...unless she made it into a game! That was it! Little kids liked games. And he seemed like the kind willing to play. She only had to figure out how to get him to play. He spoke a lot. And rapidly. She couldn't quite keep up, but she grasped onto some of the words he said: Elijah, tail, girl, cooties. She didn't know what they meant per say, but maybe they would be useful.

She figured Elijah was his name. She mumbled it silently to herself until it sounded like how he said it. While she did that, he made his way behind her, palms forward. She grew slightly nervous when he picked up her tail, but relaxed when he did nothing more then that. She went back to muttering his name before she felt comfortable saying it. When she felt she had it down, she turned to him. "Ee-ly-sha." She smiled to herself, proud of how it sounded. She said it again and pointed to him. She then pointed to herself and said "Yeep" hoping to get the point across. She did it again just to be sure.

She grew frustrated with him speaking so much. Why didn't he understand she couldn't speak back?! She put her finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet. Hopefully he would understand that much. She pointed to her mouth, which she moved in a talking motion, and then shook her head. She did that again and again, hoping that repetition would help him understand. She wasn't stupid, she just didn't know what he was saying. But she wanted a friend to play with, so she wasn't going to let him go without becoming one with him. She was determined no to.

(OOC- sorry it's so short and...not good.)