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[Lady LeFay]

Post Shadows of Amn, not focusing on the PC.
Coran?s Physical description is base on the Portrait of Coran being use for the BG1 NPC mod headed by Domi and co.
And Kivan?s on his default portrait.
Not sure if I would continue this anytime soon since I have my own MOD project I want to finish writing for.
Also tell me if any characterization is wrong.
Warnings: a bit of violence, low-level off-color humor, and whatever the heck may pop up in this--I'm giving the muse the reins.
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The elf tensed as he padded along, each step carefully measured and taken in an intricate level that only a ranger of his age could achieve with only an unconscious thought. The string of the eagle bow grew more and more taut with each step, the keen eyes and sharper ears peered through the masses of knotted pine and cedars. The faint shots of light in the otherwise dank, murky forest, it made it far more haunting then it would be if it were only the darkness of the underbrush that surrounded his being.

?Yo there, old friend!? An airy chirp of a baritone shot out?piercing the dead silence.

With the elegant grace of his kin, Kivan turned on the balls of his feet, just centimeters away from letting the enchanted arrow fly from his fingers. Upon seeing the source of the aggravating cheerful call, the loner grind the molars of his teeth with an alarming intensity. Inch, by inch, the bow pointed away from the other elf?s head---and settled upon the crotch-level, just to keep him on the toes.

?Coran, you blasted idiot!? Kivan hissed as hunter-hued eyes smothered in the repressed urge to give the obnoxious womanizer a shot to the belt?or rather below it. ?Why in the nine hells are you doing here!??

?Oh just passing through, Kivan. What of you, then?? Coran leaned forward slightly as he flashed a smile at the surly elf. The smile wasn?t so cocky as the ranger had remembered. A light within it seemed to have been lost, even as those impossibly snow-colored teeth tried to force it out.

?Hunting.? He snapped as he turned away from the Rogue, ignoring the eerie sensation of new kinship.

?By the gods, I swear you will hunt yourself to death! Haven?t you heard of a life, Kivan?? The brunette moon elf rolled his eyes. ?Tazok is dead, can?t you let it go??

?Shut up, you damn thief! You do not understand loss; you have never been in love?and you have never lost someone who is more then life!? The older elf snarled, punching every word with a bitter, wretched hatred?directed not at the unwitting young one---but at himself.

?Kivan?? Coran whispered, the false smile had vanished completely from his fair features, replaced by a foreign shadow of helpless sorrow. His lighter eyes focused onto the Ranger?s darker orbs. ?You are wrong? I do know now?.?