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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2009 16:36:17 GMT -4
" Well, I suppose it's time for a bath.. " A woman's voice muttered, lowly.. " That was a ridiculously long journey.. " She went on about how foolish it was, how she damned herself to this cursed territory. She had recently fled the province she called home, after someone she held dearly to her heart all but kicked her out.
Deep blue eyes peered around, her brothers were off hunting, or perhaps thieving from someone. She growled to herself, turning toward the pond in front of her. Mindlessly, she tossed a pebble into the water, watching as the ripples disrupted the otherwise still water. For a moment longer she debated on whether to bathe or not; it wasn't that she was shy, she simply didn't want to be bothered.
Moments later she began to undress, her eyes peering around, her toes raising her up a few more inches as she craned her neck. A sigh of relief to have the men out of her hair.. A faint smile touched upon her pale face as she began to wade into the depths of the water, she paused when she was chest deep and sunk low beneath the surface of the water.
She felt the cool touch of the water brushing against her skin, pulling at the strands of her hair, and she wriggled around as they tickled her. When she surfaced she chuckled softly, her hands brushing her hair back from her face. Blue eyes caught sight of her stallion, his frame rigid as he debated on whether or not to join his mistress. She grinned and waved her hand to invite him on in... he began to walk into the water.
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Post by kelador on Jun 26, 2009 19:22:30 GMT -4
The skies around the area began to darken, blocking out the stars and moon. A monstrously large figure approaches the lake, wings spanning wide across, almost as the length of it's body.
The creature lands very gracefully, more so than it's large form would suggest. It's entire body black as the shadows in a deep cave. It's body seeming to be covered in a black fire, but it's defined muscular features can still be made out. It's face, simply a head with no feature, covered more with the dark fire. It's wings, visually appear to be as slick as oil.
It encompasses the area around it in total darkness, stretching a kilometer. It starts to approach the lake, the artificial darkness following it. It stops mid-stride, a white light suddenly erupting from it's chest. A sword bursts out from it's body, hovering before the creature. It falls to it's knees, the light from the sword getting stronger.
The creature begins to shrink in size, stopping till it is the size of a normal human, it's wings curl and shrivel like quickly drying fruit, until they vanish into it's form. The flames die away, leaving a form looking to covered in shadow. Slowly the shadow creeps toward the creatures left arm, slowly, revealing little by little a man. The man/creature cry out in pain, until the shadowing covering the man vanishes within black armor, stretching from the man's shoulder down to his hand.
The light emanating from the sword vanishes, and the sword drops to the ground, plunging itself into the earth before the man.
The man is left on his hands and knees gasping for breath, looking wildly around, almost like a scared animal.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2009 19:44:18 GMT -4
The woman had her back turned to where the creature had landed, and with her eyes closed she hadn't noticed the moon and the stars fade into the darkness. When she opened her eyes, she peered around, rubbing the water from the corners, hoping that it was simply blurred vision. She had not a camp fire for light, simply the use of the moon and stars above her.
Tor grew anxious, snorting as he leaped from the water, he guarded his mistress' belongings, and nudged Feidhelm out from under her clothes.
" Calm down, ye beast.. " She turned around to face where the thing, creature, man whatever it was had landed. As she waded to shallower water, her mouth gaped open as light protuded from some darkened form. With a quirked brow she continued forward, unaware, or uncaring that there was any possible danger. " Easy, Tor.. " The woman spoke with a heavy accent, it's tone soft, and warm.. at least toward the mount.
Slowly the woman made her way to her clothes, clutching them to her form, but she didn't bother to dress herself, as the man or whatever it was most likely had seen most of her flesh anyhow. " Are...ye alright? " She inquired, her tone changing from soft and warm.. to cold and bitter. Her deep blue eyes narrowed, as she approached him, less than cautiously. " Ye could've landed head first into the rock if'n ye wanted a more appealing entrance in my opinion.. "
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Post by kelador on Jun 26, 2009 19:54:01 GMT -4
He looks up at the woman, the fact she's naked does not hit him right away. He quickly grabs the sword, and scrambles to his feet, holding the sword up in a defensive stance. His body shaking, not of fear, or anxiousness, but of fatigue
"w...where am i?....what is this place?....wait! YOU SAW IT!? did it hurt anyone? what did it do!?"
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2009 19:59:32 GMT -4
She lowered her clothing, her hair covering her breasts, and the apparel in her grasp covering her delicate parts. A scoff left her lips as she tilted her head back ever so slightly. ' He's lost his bloody mind.. ' She thought to herself. " Yer in the Wilds of Godendar, the Grey City... and as fer what I saw.. I'm not entirely sure what I saw, or didnt' see.. I don't know if ye hurt anyone, or what ye did aside from unearth the ground, and disturb my bath! " She scoffed again, chucking her clothes at the man. " Put that down before ye hurt yerself.. "
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Post by kelador on Jun 26, 2009 20:03:01 GMT -4
"I AM NOT THAT THING! DO NOT ACCUSE ME OF SUCH!"
He bats away the clothes holding the sword in one hand pointing it at the woman. His body shaking more visibly now, he struggles to keep consciousness
"DO...do...not ever...m-make..that mist-" he obviously loses the battle, dropping the sword and falling toward the left, the waiting of his armored arm carrying him that way
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2009 20:10:46 GMT -4
The woman all but erupted in laughter, her shoulders quaked and the corners of her mouth twitched in obvious amusement. She mentally counted down the seconds until the man would end up flat out on the ground, without her lifting a finger.
" I was acussin' no one.. " The woman lurched forward toward the man as he fell to the ground, she did not touch him, but she watched as he plummeted down to the earth. She smiled softly as she hovered over his form, naked.. Her wet hair dripping onto the ground around him. " Ready fer bed, are ye? "
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Post by kelador on Jun 26, 2009 20:19:12 GMT -4
The man rolls onto his back, he points his eyes in her direction
"...you're...still naked woman..." he speaks with obvious resentment to her, more specifically the laughter he heard
"leave me be...take your clothes....and your horse and forget i was here"
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2009 20:26:19 GMT -4
She pulls her gaze away from him, her eyes darting toward the side. She could hear her brothers returning in the distance, they would be here within minutes.. The woman stood upright, her legs crossed, and her arms hugging her bosom tight. " Yer in no position to be making demands of, *me*.. dear sir.. " She nudged him with her big toe and laughed again. " Ye stumbled into *my* camp... I should be askin' ye to leave me be.. "
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Post by kelador on Jun 26, 2009 20:32:56 GMT -4
"If those...people I hear...coming...are you compatriots....I'm still not...impress-" Exhaustion finally taking the man, he passes out, his body relaxing
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2009 20:52:24 GMT -4
The woman sighed in obvious frustration, her long hair falling forward as she leaned down to pick up her clothes. She put them on in a hurry, ignoring what the stranger was saying. He was an inconvenience, to say the least.
She stepped over his limp form, and awaited for her brothers to return. Moments later they returned, Fallon pausing at the edge of the clearing, staring at his sister then at the limp form behind her.
" Breena Callaghan! We leave ye alone fer not even an hours time and ye killed a man? " Fallon's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide in disbelief. He glanced around, his arms stretching outward. " We're in the bloody forest! "
" Oh, quit yer babblin' ye old senile loon.. He's alive, just unconscious.. " Breena outstretched her hand, grabbing at the air. " Give me yer cloak.. " She took the cloak from her eldest brother and knelt down beside the stranger, tucking the soft fabric beneath his head.
" Sure, give him a false sense of hope.. ye'll just play with him later.. " Finn, the middle brother chortled, then sucked in a sharp breath as he got an elbow to the ribs, which was issued by his younger brother, Liam.
Once they all settled, they made a campfire and began to cook a stew. Fallon kept his eyes set upon the man on the ground, unsure if he should even remain with them.. He grimaced and turned his attention to his sister. " Ye certainly have a knack for findin' trouble.. " He grumbled and prodded the fire..
Breena scoffed, leanning up against the horse as she stared at the strange man. She drew in his form, and studied the scars upon his flesh, he too must have a knack for finding trouble, she mused.
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Post by kelador on Jun 27, 2009 15:53:43 GMT -4
The man begins to mumble, and show strain on his face, obviously experiencing a very vivid nightmare. His eyes suddenly open wide, his body jerks slightly, waking up from a tense moment in his dream.
He we slowly sits up, forgetting where he is, and whom he was with before passing out. Such small things he stopped worrying about years ago. He rubs his face, then the scene before passing out floods his mind. He rubs his eyes and begins to speak "how long was I out for? And what are you plans for me?"
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 27, 2009 16:11:32 GMT -4
Breena stretched her arms upward as she lazed around, her eyes flittering between the fire, and then the man laying on the ground. She couldn't help but watch his form twitch and tense as he dreamed, intrigued she leaned forward. Hands draped across her knees as she peered at him, she awaited for him to resurface to consciousness, waiting for his sour personality to confront her again.
A chuckle slipped past Breena's full lips, and she stood to her feet gracefully. She gradually made her way over to the fire, which was at least ten feet away from the man. Fallon handed her a bowl of the stew, then she proceeded toward the man. " An hour or two.. " She bit her tongue, trying to twist the barbaric accent out. When his last question hit the air, her brows narrowed, and she fought the urge to chuck the bowl at him. " If I had any 'plans' for you, you can bet you wouldn't be awake right now. Or perhaps you would be awake, but chained to the ground like a beast. " She riggidly offered him the bowl of stew, fully expecting him to deny it.
" It be true, we tried to poke and prod ye... She nearly castrated us.." Fallon and the brothers groaned, covering their lower region.
Breena grumbled and shook her head, strands of her long chestnut hair covering her pale face, and obscured her vision, masking her deep blue eyes. " If I wanted you out of my camp, if I wanted to hold you hostage.. do you think that I would wait until you were conscious? Honestly!...." Breena laughed whole heartedly at the prospect.. She never had been one for much honor in torturing, killing, or thieving.. Nothing was sacred.
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Post by kelador on Jun 27, 2009 16:34:29 GMT -4
The man accepted the bowl, and looked at the food, then tasted it with some caution "...forgive me...but i'm not used to people being kind to me...it's rare..." He looked at the men observing them, trying to gain as much information about them as he could "...so then i should ask, what is this kindness going to cost me?"
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 27, 2009 16:48:10 GMT -4
Breena rocked back on her heels, her hands placed on her knees raised themselves to nestle upon her curvaceous hips.. She smiled to herself in amusement, looking over her shoulder she nodded to her brothers, who were holding back laughter.
" Kind.. Please, I beg you, don't confuse my sparing you with kindness.." She leaned forward, her face taking on the expression of a scowl. She hissed her next words out. " It would surely ruin my reputation.." Breena's scowl remained, her small, turned up nose wrinkling in displeasure. " Do I look like a poor beggar? " She raised her hand to silence him before he even had a though of speaking. " I am in no need of your money, your belongings.. Your freedom is your own. You fell into our campsite.. You've posed no threat.. Why on this realm would I charge you for simply disrupting my bath.." Chewed on her bottom lip, which was postured in a pout, her face took on a softer glower.
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Post by kelador on Jun 27, 2009 16:58:40 GMT -4
"Then if you want nothing from me, i shall take my belongings and leave...."
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 27, 2009 17:07:19 GMT -4
" You're free to. You are no prisoner of mine... you know...assuming I took prisoners..." She giggled softly to herself, turning her back to the man. She waved her hand, as if dismissing him. " Heed my words though, if you disrupt my bath again, I won't be so kind next time.." She grumbled and slid her foot underneath her blade, which lay nestled into her cloak on the ground. She flicked her toe upward, and without much assistance the sword flew up into the air, the hilt landing in her palm. A maddened smile curled the corners of her lips up, she hissed softly, then sheathed the blade upon her back.
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Post by kelador on Jun 27, 2009 17:15:02 GMT -4
He stands up and sheaths his sword to his back "i doubt very much i'd be interrupting your bathes again...the view wasn't that inspirational, and i doubt very much you can do anything to harm me."
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 27, 2009 17:23:21 GMT -4
Breena began to walk away, her jaw clenched at the first part, but it was what came after that thad made every muscle, every fiber in her being twitch, and grow rigid. She let a puff of air out from her lungs but kept walking away. " Yer not worth my time..." The barbarian slipped from her tongue, her deep blue eyes were storm ridden, and her pulse quickened.
Breena kicked dirt into the fire, annoyance radiating from her as she glowered at the brothers, who were all honestly surprised that Feidhelm did not make his appearance yet... They stared wide eyed, and Fallon stood upright. " Let's move out. I need more food than just stew.."
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Post by kelador on Jun 27, 2009 17:26:16 GMT -4
The man chuckled "funny i was thinking the same thing..." he then turned and started to walk away "have fun bathing with your horse"
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