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Post by Nymiane on Jul 4, 2009 17:07:37 GMT -4
Breena clutched her gloved hands as she heard him mutter his words. She could feel the searing heat of her fury rising to an uncomfortable temperature, and wondered if her rage alone could set her clothes on fire. Though she was infuriated she did not let it show in her cat-like walk, and as she grew further and further away from him the frustration seemed to fade a little.
As she lowered herself to her table once again, she thought of how tempting it was just to bash his skull in as he crouched down to the ground, and as she thought, her mind became consumed in the vision of him being knocked down to the ground, and kicking his skull in. So vivid was the very idea, and thought that when she snapped herself to reality she jumped a little.
Breena found herself laughing once again, at the man's frustration. She raised a hand to her mouth, and bit a gloved finger gently. The lack of humor the man had annoyed her greatly, but his frustrations in his life, or what she has seen of it thus far - were entirely his fault. She enjoyed watching him suffer his consequences..
The woman grew bored of watching the man, and tired of waiting for her brothers. She still hadn't recooperated entirely from her journey, and the stress of being in a land she didn't exactly want to be had her exhausted in it's own way. Bree stood up from her table, and without looking toward the strange man she left the building. She smiled when she saw Tor waiting for her patiently, the beast nickered softly - pushing his velveteen muzzled against her porcelain cheek. " I suppose we both deserve a rest then, big boy.. " Breena stroked his large jowls affectionately. Then with a nod she untied him and strode toward the Inn's stable. Luckily an older boy was awaiting her, sleepily. " I'd like to stall my horse here for the day.. " She smiled as sweet as possible and handed him a few extra coins on top of the fee. " Untack him, and if you harm his flesh, or any of my equipment, your pay won't be the only thing to suffer...."
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Post by kelador on Jul 4, 2009 23:24:47 GMT -4
The man quickly ate his food with great fervor, he was hungry. and did not care of the food bare qualified as such. Something told him he's had worse, but couldn't remember exactly what.
After eating he asked the barkeep where the local in was. He made his way too it, opening the door to the in, only to find woman there already, he assumed procuring lodgings for herself. He stayed at the door, waiting for her to finish her business. Not in the mood for a confrontation. But he quickly berated himself for doing so. Who was this woman to stop him from seeking lodgings, seeking well deserved rest. He had been through a lot, and did not need this person to add to his frustrations.
He stepped in looked at his what little coins he had left. Once again he was unsure what the amount he had was exactly. Obviously the bigger coins were worth more, but he did not know the value exactly was in this land. He stepped up beside the woman, looking forward.
"...do you have any spare rooms available? I have...this much" he held out his hand and with all the money he had left. "is this enough?" The boy at the desk looked at him and laughed a little, turning back to the woman, to finish his business with her. The man clenched his fist with the money, then threw it at the boy, and turning around to walk away. Already he hated this land, more specifically, he hated the lot he was thrown when he woke up here.
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Post by Nymiane on Jul 5, 2009 10:56:07 GMT -4
Once Breena had settled her beast down, and he was safe enough in his stall, she decided to pay for her own boarding. She might as well, she hadn't a clue when her brothers would actually arrived and she was quite spent still. After she paid for the rooms she stepped aside, remaining inside to watch him interact with the boy. This time she did not laugh, or even smirk as he seemed to struggle and grow frustated once more. She glared at the boy instead, inwardly glad that her face was consumed by the shadow of her cloak. *if looks could kill* she thought to herself.
Too exhausted, too... She didn't even know what she was too much of at the moment to even really care. She grumbled and slid the correct amount of coins over the counter and jerked her head toward the man. " Him too...." Breena paused, narrowing her eyes as she read the expression on the boys face.. " Separate....." She said with grit teeth.
The woman was now too tired, and too annoyed to give a damn about hiding her annoyance, her walk was even rigid, the cat-like grace stunted due to the tension her muscles endured. She pushed past the man and hurriedly made her way to her room, she wanted no more dealings with this man, at least for tonight...
When Breena made it to her room she tossed her cloak to the side, relieved that her flesh could breathe once again. Then she began to peel her clothing off, sighing with relief as she eyed the bed. How long had it been since she had actually slept comfortably? She murred softly as she slid onto the bed, her bare skin melding into the soft blankets.
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Post by kelador on Jul 5, 2009 15:21:00 GMT -4
The man stopped in his tracks hearing her words. He turned around and watched her walk to her rooms. he looked down, with a puzzled look on his face. He slowly moved to the boy at the counter, grabbing his room key, and eying the boy down. Somehow the boy got the impression that he should be afraid of this man, and the smirk on the boys face quickly washed away as his skin grew a bit pale.
The man asked what room the woman was staying in. He walked into his room. removing the tarp, placing aside his sword in the corner, then he removed his duster, then his shirt, both duster and shirt had the left sleeve removed to make room for armored appendage. He looked in the mirror, looking at his scars and armored arm.
How many times was he given a death blow, only to what he believed his misfortune survived. While not having too man, two on his abdomen, one, next to his heart, several on his unarmored wrist. A large scar from his right shoulder down to his right pectoral. Oh he remembered them alright, some self inflicted, most not. The one by his heart...though...that memory escapes him. He fingered it, feeling as though it's tied to his lost past.
He quickly looked away from the mirror, not wanting to see himself any more. He grabbed the tarp and wrapped it around himself. He walked to the woman's door, pausing before knocking on it. Should he apologize? Or should he leave her be. He was not sure. Before he could really think about it, he found himself knocking on her door. For first time he could remember, he felt nervous, even apprehensive. He was not sure what he was going to say or do. But the die was cast, and all he could do at this point is move forward.
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Post by Nymiane on Jul 5, 2009 16:09:47 GMT -4
Breena felt her eyes growing heavy, her full lips parted as she drew in slower and deeper breaths. She could feel the tension being released from her form as she sank further and further into the comfort of darkness.
.....Then a knock came upon the door, and she leaped to her feet within the instant it hit her ears. She muttered to herself as she grabbed her cloak and wrapped it around her naked form. In a hurry she walked over toward the door, neglecting to use the peep hole, (had she used it, she later wondered if she would have answered the door at all..) and groggily she answered the door.
Breena blinked a few times as she realized who it was, her blue eyes were full of bewilderment. One scarred hand clenched her cloak shut, and the other found it's way to her curved him. She had no fight in her, for the moment, and wished for nothing more than sleep right now. Reddened eyes closed in a delayed blink, and her mouth twisted as she withheld a yawn from escaping...
" Can I help you? " Bree uttered her words softly, as if it were the first time she had ever met the man. No callousness, no sarcasm... Just genuine sincerity.
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Post by kelador on Jul 5, 2009 16:25:52 GMT -4
The man looked at her and instantly realized what he had woken her up.
"uhh...sorry...just wanted to..." he quickly averted his eyes away from her form, blushing slightly "thank you...for the room..." He quickly fixed the falling tarp around his body, ashamed of his scars "...i'm sorry i interrupted your sleep"
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Post by Nymiane on Jul 5, 2009 16:38:29 GMT -4
Breena attempted to wipe the sleepiness away from her eyes, but failed miserably. She remained staring at him until he stammered out his reply, only noticing then that the fabric was slipping through her weak grasp and exposing a great deal of her breasts. With a small laugh she pulled the fabric close, and lowered her head.
" It's fine, I wasn't quite asleep yet..." Bree smiled sleepily, reaching one of her scarred hands into her pocket, and pulling forth a coin pouch. It was the one the man claimed to belong to him. " I believe this is yours..." She eyed him as the cloth began to fall away from his form, she caught a glimpse of the scars, but didn't let her eyes linger long enough for him to suspect a thing.
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Post by kelador on Jul 5, 2009 16:57:07 GMT -4
he eyed the pouch "....keep it...i...i just wanted to thank you...." he coughed into his hand "your cloak is slipping by the way...'
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Post by Nymiane on Jul 5, 2009 17:06:52 GMT -4
Breena glanced down to see that a portion of her breasts were exposed, and for that matter most of her lower half was as well. The woman's stomach was exposed entirely, and from her inward belly button down, half was unveiled - for the way she stood still concealed between her legs. Bree simply laughed at the man's uneasy behavior. " I'm afraid it's pointless.. You've already seen me.." She pursed her lips for a moment, mischief glimmered in her deep blue eyes. " Well...not entirely.." She lowered her eyes, sighing softly as she pushed the pouch toward him. " I have no need of this.. So either take it, or give it to a beggar, it is not mine to give."
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Post by kelador on Jul 5, 2009 17:13:26 GMT -4
The man takes the pouch of money, looking down and away, his tarp slipping away, half down his body, too nervous to care at this point "...umm..yes...but...ahem....i just....i mean....thank you...again..." he took a step back, his brown ones meeting hers for a second, his cheeks blushing "...i should let you go now...you could catch a cold..."
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Post by Nymiane on Jul 5, 2009 17:19:55 GMT -4
Breena glanced to the side, her mind quickly playing through the scenarios that could possibly transpire right now... She laughed softly, her chestnut hair falling over much of her face, and trickling down her chest, covering most of the exposed flesh. Taking a step forward she watched as his tarp slid away, uncaring of how his flesh was marred she stared at it for a moment more, her blue eyes meeting his brown. She felt a flush of heat rush into her cheeks as she noted the same in his. Puzzled by the stirrings she felt, she covered herself up once again. " Don't be ridiculous.." A bit of her hardness returned, she took a step backward. " Go get some rest, and don't keep thanking me. As if I'm kind or something dreadful like that.." A flash of her softness returned to her face, and then it vanished again...
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Post by kelador on Jul 5, 2009 17:28:15 GMT -4
"well...ummm...yes...i should go...it's been a while since...I...slept in a bed..." He found himself staring at her longer then he should have. It's been a while since he's touched another human being in an intimate manner. The idea right now, was overwhelming him. "...g-good night"
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Post by Nymiane on Jul 5, 2009 18:13:54 GMT -4
With cheeks stained crimson the woman turned away, her hand raising to tuck her wild locks behind her ear. Goosebumps began to rise along her flesh, she swallowed and whispered a good night to him before shutting her room's door.
She flung her cloak aside and slowly glided across the floor, until her knees meant the comfort of the bed, and then her form slowly began to meld into the blankets. This time she didn't drift off to sleep so quickly, this time her stared wide-eyed at the door. The goosebumps remained upon her skin, and she shivered gently. These weren't the same as the ones that had occurred in the woods when she first met him, she knew these well... She closed her eyes and grimaced as she felt realization settle in, it was desire.. A desire she hadn't felt in years.
" Hurry up you fools..." Bree muttered softly into the pillow, hoping her brothers would arrive soon so she could flee this horrible place. Hugging her pillow tightly she turned her head to once again stare at the closed door; her hair feathering lightly against her skin, smiling she closed her eyes and let her mind take her to dream land.
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Post by kelador on Jul 5, 2009 22:36:01 GMT -4
The man stood staring at the door for a minute, he quickly fixed his tarp and wandered back to his room. He casts aside the make shift cloak and sat on the bed. The comfort he felt was akin to a drinking water after spending several days in the desert without drink.
He laid back on the bed, drinking in the sensation of sleeping on something other than the rough earth.. Though he did not sleep right away, he stared at the ceiling, thinking about that frustrating woman, the image of her mostly naked, wet from the lake, was playing in his head. He laughed slightly to himself realizing that earlier he would've gladly be rid of her, and now he cannot think of anything else than to bed her.
"figures i'm attracted to the most annoying woman in this land..." he sighed closed his eyes to drift to sleep.
Though while the bed brought comfort, his dreams did not. In his dreams, he saw the creature that brought him to this land. In this dream it was tearing apart a castle, it's city, it's guards. It was night, the moon blocked by shadow, the only light were of torches of the city guards fighting back. The creature raised shadows into forms of destruction. Impaling men, and woman alike upon spikes of shadow, or giant claws, jaws, and other simple, horrific shapes murdering these people. The monster laughing reveling in the destruction.
Finally the monster was driven back by a several people, dressed in white robes, muttering some chant, each carrying a sword, identical to his own. Their light, harming the creature, driving it back and away from the land.
The man woke up suddenly, gasping for breath. It was still dark, he sat up, frightened, the days events sinking in again, finally realizing where he was. He stood up and looked out the window, staring at the moon. "i didn't mean for that too happen...why...why am i...did he...GRRR" he growled, grabbed a near by chair and smashed it against his knee, making a loud noise, and throw the pieces in his hand against the wall, causing even more noise. He did not care if he woke up the other patrons.
He moved to the window once more, folding his arms, and leaning his head against the window "it's not fair...i just want this to end...."
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Post by Nymiane on Jul 6, 2009 10:07:05 GMT -4
Breena had similar dreams, at first they were pleasant. She dreamt of Darach and how her life used to be, and how she hadn't much of a care then. The colors were vibrant, lively, it led her mind to believe as if it were real, she laughed and felt her body tremble outside of the dream, laughing.... Then in a blink the dream disappeared, she blinked again trying to wake herself from the deep sleep, but to no avail. Again she blinked, and from the darkness she could see torches bobbing. Breena trembled, this time it wasn't because she was laughing, this time it was fear. She could feel her heart thrumming fast in her ears, she realized she was holding her breath. " No..." She murmured, thrashing in her bed as the torches drew closer. It was only then she discovered she could not move her limbs, she couldn't free her arms, or her legs. She would have screamed had she found her voice..
Slowly the figures appeared before her, there were two guards on each side of the person in the middle, they held torches, but were not poised to attack. Still the image instilled fear in her mind, she was trapped and could not escape, but she did not truly panic until the figure in grey pulled it's hood down around....HER shoulders.. Breena's jaw clenched, it was as if she were looking into a mirror image.
Panic stricken she glanced toward her arms, she noticed then that she was being restrained by vines, she wanted to burst into tears, she was trapped and she hadn't a clue what this woman wanted. " Welcome home, Sister.." The soft, liquid voice came out of the Grey woman. It snapped Breena to attention, at first she had thought that her mind was playing tricks. It was simply just another form of Breena that her mind had warped, but as she heard the voice, as she studied the face... Horror washed over her figure. Breena started to yell at the top of her lungs, until her voice was hoarse, she would have wept had she enough energy to fight the vines, scream, and cry.
And then she heard a rumble behind her, Breena's stomach churned as her mind ran through the possibilities of what that could be. Was it a pet of her.... Bree shuddered, her eyes refocusing on the woman that called her sister. She noted how her face grew even paler, her soft emerald eyes filling with...fear? She looked to her guards and whispered softly to Bree. " I will find you... " It was a statement, and not a threat. It held no hostility, but it still frightened Breena, and when those figures started to fade she felt the release of the vines.
" What the hell... Bree muttered after collapsing to the ground in a heap, she curled herself up in a ball, and began to weep. It was then she felt a hesitant hand touch her back, it's fingers gently curling into the flesh on her back. Pulling away, as it must have felt all of her muscles coiling for an attack... Only to instead let out a heaving breath... Bree - almost afraid of seeing who it truly was, sat up and slowly opened her eyes to see a pair of soft brown eyes. At once her mind raced to moments ago, the rumbling in the shadows, the way the woman fled... She swallowed hard and raised her hand to stroke the familiar face.
He wanted to pull away, but Breena refused him that, instead she gently held his face in her hands. She kissed the tip of his nose, and then his lips. She was surprised to feel him even more hesitant, but as her lips insisted she could feel him melt under her soft touch. He whispered her name softly.... Her name..... His name... Breena's mind snapped to consciousness, her eyes flying open at the same time the chair was smashed in the room next door. She sat up quickly, jumping off the bed. " I don't know his name, and he doesn't know my name.. and.....what the bloody hell..." Breena wiped her face, to find drying tears there. She placed her hand upon her heart, to still find it racing..
She sat at the end of the bed, trying to stabilize her trembling knees... She sighed and cupped her face as her mind ran through her dream... What did it mean?
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Post by kelador on Jul 6, 2009 19:26:02 GMT -4
The man suddenly paused, in his mind he heard growling, the beast within sensed a presence it did not like. Much like a dog detecting another dog upon his territory. The man could sense it coming from that woman's room "did they find me? why are they in her room?" He grabbed his sword, not thinking to put his short on, only his pants were on, his boots, duster, shirt discarded upon the floor.
He opened his window, but there was no ledge for him to place is feet upon. He looked down, there was a large shadow of the building, he peeked into the woman's room, the shadow of the bed, just large enough for his from. "ok...here goes" The men looked around, no one was around to see, he leaped from the building and toward the shadow, he simply vanished, not hitting the ground, but seemingly going through it.
Not seconds later, the man emerges from the shadow of the bed, in a crouching position his sword at a ready position to strike "alright...where are you bast..." he turned his head to find the woman sitting the upon the bed....naked "....I...uh.." if there was sufficient light, one could tell the man's face was blushing greatly, he quickly averted his gaze, he looked around more, the presence of light he sensed gone, no one else was in the room, but him and the woman "...oh...."
The man lowered his sword and stood, turning away from the woman "....dammit...dammit...dammit..."
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Post by Nymiane on Jul 6, 2009 21:02:31 GMT -4
Breena's muscled tensed as the man appeared before her, how was she not surprised to see him emerge from the shadows? Why she didn't shy away she hadn't a clue. She had almost expected him to come to her. With wide eyes she stared at him, her eyes flowing over his bared skin, she narrowed her eyes as she critically looked his figure over. Either uncaring, or not presently aware that she was again, naked in front of him.
" You!" She choked out her words, standing to her feet as she pointed her finger at him, in an accusing manner. " You...came.." She bowed her hand and ran her fingers through her silken hair. Bree clenched her jaw, her fists balling as she walked up to the man, her blue eyes piercing his brown. " What is your name?! " Her voice was but a whisper, but it held more power than mosts at a regular pitch.
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Post by kelador on Jul 6, 2009 21:22:06 GMT -4
The man stared at her figure, then her eyes, he quickly turned away his hair covering his face as it turned away, he nervously stammered "I uhh...umm...I mean" he was confused, what did she mean he came? She didn't summon him, her nakedness was throwing his train of thought.
"My name....it's uhh..."he dropped his sword as she walked up him, his body leaning a bit back from her "it's....i mean..." his name, what a question, he did not know his real name, he only knew of one name, he assumed it was his own. "it's...Kel...Kelador...you're...uhh...you are without clothes...." He cleared his throat, his cheeks burning, he suddenly became aware he was in nothing but his pants, his scars open for all to see, embarrassment and excitement turning his face even more red.
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Post by Nymiane on Jul 6, 2009 22:09:11 GMT -4
Bree's eyes followed the man's, she even went as far as to move her body so she could see his face. The woman realized she was panting softly, and so slowly but surely she regained her breath. Her hand found her face again, she dabbed where there once was tears, and was glad to find it dry there.
Breena drew herself even closer to the man, she was now close enough to share her body heat with his. Still too focused on her dream to notice her nudity, she heard him speak his name, and she whispered it softly. His name poured over her lips as though she had said it a thousand times before, it left her lips softly, adoration filled her tone, and left her completely perplexed. Confusion ruling most of her thoughts at the moment, (and actions), she lifted her hands to cup Kel's face, as she did in the dream, and whispered his name again. Hoping that once she looked into his eyes, and now knowing his name that something would click....
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Post by kelador on Jul 6, 2009 22:25:05 GMT -4
The man at first leaned his head away from her hands as she went to cup his face, but her warmth melted what resistance he had. He enjoyed the feeling of her touch on his skin, it had been a long time. "I...maybe...maybe I should..." his eyes met hers, his body relaxing, his muscles calming down from a constant tense state, he unvoluntarily let out a sigh.
The warmth of her body growing on him, his hands slid to her waist, enjoying the feel of her skin, soft, a contrast rough texture of his. "....what's your name?"
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