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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:26 PM Post #76 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Thu Sep 11, 2008 8:50 pm Titrus Titrus shifted uncomfortably in the chair. The effects of ale still dulled his senses. The warmth of the infirmary and the smells of the sick were making his stomach rumble. Quintus moved into position to make an escape. Titrus looked to the Centurion and nodded his head, signaling him that it was okay to leave. This woman seemed to be losing a baby and the thought of it brought back painful memories for Titrus. He and his late beloved wife had once lost a baby and Titrus well remembered the both the physical and emotional pain they both suffered. Titrus reached out and patted Ione's hand, trying to comfort her. "It will be alright, as soon as the nun returns with something to make you comfortable. I will stay with you until then," he said reassuringly. "Surely you will want the father to know," the lieutenant said. "is there someone we can notify?" |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:28 PM Post #77 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 5:02 am Ash
"For certain," Ash concurred quietly, nodding his head once humbly, his dark eyes filled with sincere gratification of the leader's appraisal of him. The success he felt from the favorable outcome of his mission was sublime, however there was no greater sense of pride than in knowing his services to Merlin had been useful. He saw Merlin as a man destined to do great deeds for Briton; Ash liked to think of himself as an instrument, an instrument whose efficiency and functionality would help Merlin to reach prosperous new heights for himself and the peoples of Briton. One day all their sacrifice would be rewarded and Rome would crumble. Until a time came when all hope was lost, until he drew his last dying breath, Ash would stand beside Merlin and fight for a better future. He extracted his dream from the deep recesses of his mind and once again contemplated its story's end. It presented him with an unyielding predication of a certain reproductive responsibility as a human being to help make his people live on. He fought for a future that would never come without a generation to follow in their predecessors’ footsteps. Children, children like Eala, they were the voice of the future. The stranger-children from his dream came to mind again, their liquid green eyes the color of their mother's, but vibrant with the same intensity of his own. The irony, Ash reveled, at the thought of becoming a father, and even moreso at the inexplicable swell of warmth and pride he felt inside his heart at the very idea. He smiled to himself in private disclosure.
He was aware of Eala's presence but didn't acknowledge her just now. He paused briefly at Merlin's inquiry, drawing in and releasing a deep breath through his nostrils. His lips slipped into a pensive line as he lifted his gaze to meet the other man's. The Woad answered without hesitance: "Without a shadow of a doubt." Alina
The small part of her that swelled with concern for Kolya's general well-being should he engage in another savage brawl on the same night wasn't being acknowledged at the moment. Alina had only asked him to leave with her because of the disdain she felt toward what she misconstrued to be Gawain carrying out Galahad's ulterior motives. It did not occur to her that perhaps the blonde knight was acting alone, or that his presence here was purely coincidental. Gawain was her lover's best friend, and the man responsible for sending his best friend hurting to the infirmary was in his warpath - what was she supposed to think? "My hero," Alina murmured curtly, her tone sardonic. The look on her face was positively dangerous. A myriad of emotions from fury to embarrassment overshadowed her usual soft features. Despite appearances, the woman truly held nothing against him. She understood the profound loyalty he and Galahad shared, and it was because of this unmistakable camaraderie that it was impossible for her to damn him for his actions. That was not to say Alina hadn't the right to request Gawain and Kolya both to retain a shred of self-control, though. They all had their limits, and the healer was certainly at the end of her rope.
With his comment, Kolya tugged her closer, almost as if he was refusing to relinquish his hold on her and trying to send Gawain over the edge with his audacity. "You are not helping," Alina muttered lowly to Kolya through her teeth. "Enough of this." Without preamble, the small woman wedged herself between the two knights - former and present - to form a make-shift barrier, and put out her palms defensively. She glanced between them meaningfully and said with a sense of finality to her tone: "I won't stand by and watch this happen again. Don't expect me to run for cover." |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:30 PM Post #78 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 12:05 pm Arthur Malcus snapped to attention in complete Roman military fashion again the moment Arthur had concluded with his judgment on the matter. The Commander had known his Captain would accept and comply as Barbattus had always been loyal to and trusting in Arthur. And beneath that fiery temper of Malcus’, Arthur was certain lived a man with principles much the same as his own. And Malcus was not the only impassioned man under Arthur’s command, thus managing strongly opinionated men was the norm for the Commander. The majority of his fellow commanders seemed to deem such fervent behaviour as disrespectful, but not Arthur. He welcomed it from his principle officers and from his knights. Effective leadership meant listening as well.
“Apology accepted, Captain,” Arthur answered evenly and with a small nod of affirmation at the respect his Captain showed him. Most assuredly due to his present state of weariness, Arthur had not realized that Scipio had stood up behind him. Not that it would have mattered…much…to see his Optio’s reaction to the judgment he’d handed down to the Captain. But Arthur would have been less than pleased had he seen the expression on Amadeus’ face. Malcus, for his part, offered a wink?? This was still a serious matter even though Arthur understood the gesture, but prayed the other officer present had missed it. Malcus would be wise to avoid adding further insults to a superior officer tonight by seemingly making light of his punishment. And Arthur had not the strength to deal with any further troubles among his men right now. And what in God’s name was keeping Lancelot? Arthur wanted a report on the status of his knights from the ‘First Knight’ as the Commander had a decision to make in regards to tomorrow…his ride out to Merlin. As long as Tristan had not suffered any injuries today, the scout would be called upon to aid Arthur in seeking out the Woad leader. But who else among his knights could Arthur call upon? “Gentlemen, I will ride out in the morning,” Arthur firmly stated his intent while turning enough to now include Amadeus in the conversation again. Arthur crossed his arms in front of his chest using body language to support his decision on the matter. “Optio, you will accompany me,” Arthur continued with his gaze now fully on Scipio. “We will take a handful of men and make a new pact with Merlin so that we can then focus our attentions on repairing and rebuilding the fortress structures…and God willing, find a way to supply and shelter its inhabitants through the remainder of the winter months,” The Commander concluded with a small dip of his stubbly chin and determination in his brilliantly green eyes. “Captain, ready four of your soldiers to ride out on my order,” Arthur said to Malcus. “You shall remain here to serve out your punishment and I will leave Lancelot in command in my absence,” He paused long enough to step over to the table Scipio occupied and reached for a goblet of drink. “You may go, Captain. Take your rest, my friend,” Arthur said with a small nod as he dismissed Malcus. The Commander would have a private word with his Optio now….for his part in the failed mission. Arthur took a drink of the red wine he’d previously poured for himself and began to choose his words while waiting for the Captain to leave. Scipio had thus far carried himself as the perfect Roman officer and no doubt felt he’d acted in Rome’s best interest while on the mission….but it had obviously not been the best way….and not Arthur’s way. Derfel
“You are such a tease…luv,” Derfel grinned up at Linnesse while she tempted him with the hem of her nightgown. He should have been concerned whether or not his lover was recovered enough from her recent illness for such amorous activities tonight…but the effects of the ale on his brain had certainly impaired Derfel’s typically good judgment. And besides…it had been ‘ages and ages’ since the two had last made love. His groin was quick to remind him too and thus getting his clothing off..and hers as well… was suddenly quite the imperative matter.
Derfel welcomed Linnesse’s aid in the removal of his quite difficult tunic. He then could not suppress a few groans as soft lips blazed a trail of tiny kisses up his throat to his cheek. His hands sought out the firmness of her thighs and slid up underneath the hem of her nightgown….until his fingers could grasp lightly at Linnesse’s hips. “Hurry, luv,” Derfel half groaned indicating that he wished Linnesse to free him from his trousers with all due speed. His mouth sought hers, first colliding with her jaw where he mouthed a wet path to her lips. “Mhfph…love…youuu…” Derfel somehow managed to verbalize while trying to kiss Linnesse with all the want and love he felt for her. One hand shifted further up underneath her nightgown until caloused fingers cupped at her breast. So soft…so plump…and oh so inviting. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:32 PM Post #79 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 8:28 pm Quintus The Centurion eyed Titrus a little skeptically as the Lieutenant nodded at him to go ahead and leave...was Titrus really all right, enough of the ale out of his system that his head was on straight? Quintus did wonder about that- but the Lieutenant had unhesitatingly dismissed him, and besides, the Centurion thought to himself, they were in the infirmary- it wasn't like Titrus would go uncared for, should he start feeling ill. Hell, he could even stay the night, if it came to that- though if he had to, he would probably get a lecture on the evils of too much drink for his trouble. But he'd be all right, and hopefully, so would Ione. "All right, Lieutenant. Miss." Quintus nodded to both of them in turn as he retreated back towards the door. He felt like he should maybe say something else, some words of comfort or sympathy for the woman- but what was there to say? He couldn't think of anything. Comforting a wounded soldier was one thing, and the Centurion had experience there- but a woman losing a baby was different. Quintus knew nothing of that. Titrus, however, just might. The Lieutenant, Quintus noticed, was now speaking softly to Ione, even patting her hand, and Quintus suddenly remembered that Titrus was a family man, much more so than he himself was. Anyway, it looked as if Ione was in good hands...and the night wasn't getting any younger, and Quintus had better get some sleep while he could. After sketching a salute at the door, just in case Titrus was still watching, the Centurion turned and headed out of the infirmary, off to his bed. Merlin
"Hmmmph." Merlin quite concurred with Ash's words, but hearing them from the lips of another didn't exactly make the Woad leader feel any better. He still had quite the situation on his hands- the Woads still had to travel the rest of the way to their village, they had to keep sharp eyes out for the Romans even if they initiated no attacks themselves, Neeria was still a prisoner, and Mona was either mad or pretending to be for unknown reasons, but in any case she had attacked his daughter. The encounter with Scipio and his men had gone almost as well as it possibly could have- but still, Merlin was not easy in mind. "Halt!" he cried out suddenly, stopping and projecting his voice to the front and back of the marching column. All around him, tired warriors shuffled to a stop, their feet scuffing in the dead leaves lining the forest floor. "We make camp here for the night. Just off the path. Everyone stay close." Merlin shot a few wary glances into the underbrush surrouding them. Yes...it was better for them to rest here. His warriors were near exhausted, and they were far enough away from their original camp that their location wouldn't be obvious. Especially not in the dark- and he intended to be gone from here first thing in the morning, of course. But there was nothing to be gained in slogging on all night. Merlin had abruptly decided that just now. Better to get some rest. "I will see that you are rewarded for your efforts, Ash...and you, Eala..." Merlin looked down and addressed the young girl for the first time. "Your loyalty does you great credit. You will be one of my finest some day." He favored her with a fatherly smile, noting with pride and affection the way she had taken Ash's hand. That...that was what it meant to be a Woad. The Woads were a family, and they were family to the animals and the plants and the birds and fishes, too. They were not always a harmonious family- the taint of the Romans on their land contributed to that- but they were a family, and he would guide them through this time. And the land would once again be theirs. "Make a fire here," Merlin continued, walking a few steps into the trees and pointing out a good spot almost immediately. His instinct guided him- guided him even in this small matter of the positioning of a fire. Surely it would guide him in larger things, too, he mused, watching in the torchlight as, on the other side of his proposed fire spot, Mona's litter was lowered wearily to the ground. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:33 PM Post #80 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 9:05 pm Ione
Ah! But to Ione, the kindness they had shown her meant the world to her. To know that someone had cared enough to come to her aid. Arthur and Lancelot had, and though it was sort of history now, their kindness had remained in her memory, and the kind of wonderful friendships that had risen between them. If they thought just anyone would stop to help her, then they had been wrong for there were some at the fort who were not so kind. Her dark eyes, wet from tears, looked at Centurion Quintus knowing that he did have to leave possibly for duty or family, but Ione understood. The weaver's eyes stayed on Quintus for a while, then she said softly, 'none...the less...your kind..ness is noted. It meant a lot...' Family, duty and friends were important. Next to the bed she lie on, Titrus had shifted a bit nodding his head to the other man as if giving his permission to take his leave.
With that, Quintus left the room. As she brought her eyes to look at Titrus, Ione stretched her hand closer to him as she recalled doing to Javier so many times when he had tended to her wounds. Her effort was rewarded when she felt Titrus's hand pat hers in a comforting way. As she shifted into a new comfortable position, a shot of pain stabbed at the area of her womb, and she brought her left hand up to hold the area. The right hand, which Titrus had patted, grabbed the blankets and held them until her knuckles were white. Ione could feel the baby's desperate but weak moves within her, and it made her all the more determined that the child should live. Releasing the blanket as the pain subsided, Ione's right hand came up to take Titrus's hand in her own. It comforted her somehow. Light sobs came up from her soul as she heard the man's soothing voice....
Was there someone she wanted to notify? She squeezed her eyes shut remembering that her parents had been burned to death by the man they had sold her to, and she had not a clue as to Javier's whereabouts. She had no one to tell. No living relatives. Her thumb smoothed over the man's rough but gentle hands knowing that he had asked because he cared, 'Thank you for staying here with me...' Ione rolled over slowly onto her side as it seemed the most comfortable position, her hand still on top of his. Ione looked sadly into the Lieutenant's gentle eyes and replied, 'The baby's father...I do not know where he is... My parents are dead...' A knot of sobs caught in her throat, 'Javier did not want to stay here with me...he wanted to go back to Spain to his wealthy family...' There was bitterness in her voice as she realized that he could have taken her for a dreamy eyed fool, and that perhaps he had no intentions of coming back. The nun peeked inside the room upon returning, and nodded to Titrus who was still next to Ione's bed. She entered with a tray containing a small mug of the drought, as well as a mixture to ease Ione's pain. She helped Ione sit up while the young woman drank it, then placed her head back down carefully. Ione was a bit worried about taking the drought and falling asleep for fear that she would not be awake when she needed to be. 'T'will help you sleep, dear.' The nun gave Ione the herbal mixture as well, then looked at the two men, 'Shouldn't take too long before she sleeps.' The nun left with the tray, closing the door behind her leaving Ione once again with the Lieutenant. It did not take long for Ione to feel drowsy. Her small hand closed about Titrus's own, her glassy chocolate brown eyes studying him. Now was a good time to get to know her new friend. The weaver recalled how good it felt to see him come into her shop, and she loved helping both he and Quintus as well as Lancelot and Arthur. Ione asked, 'Would you mind talking for a bit until the drought kicks in?' |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:35 PM Post #81 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 9:37 pm Fiona Focusing on something other than Tristan ended up not being able to calm the young woad's nerves. Something about him put her on edge whenever she was around him, although Fiona had found that she certainly didn't have any problems asking him questions and probably pestering him to death, as she did to people more often then not. It wasn't on purpose, of course, since the woad didn't always like it when people didn't like her. She knew that if everyone knew about her being a woad, she wouldn't be the most popular person around, as was shown with the ones who already knew. People would always be suspicious, even if she had Arthur's permission to be in the fort.
Fiona's brow furrowed into a tiny little frown, making her face scrunch up a bit as she did so. She let her gaze follow to where the scout had been nodding towards, which was the dungeon and the woad's head tilted slightly as she looked around the man who was still in front of her. The fact that there was someone screaming down there didn't alarm or surprise her, since she had spent time down in the dungeon as well and had been surprised that she hadn't gone crazy even during those few hours. She didn't know how Guinevere and Brianna had done it… The woman's head swiveled when she heard Neeve join in to what the knight was saying, and Fiona shook her head slightly, trying to figure out who was down there - not that she would even know the person if she asked and they answered her, or at least, she didn't realize that she would. Huffing out a little breath, her eyes directed towards Tristan again, running over his tattoos to meet up with his eyes. "Who is down there?" Her head turned back and forth to both the man and woman a couple of times, wanting an answer, but she wouldn't be surprised if she didn't recieve one. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:36 PM Post #82 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Fri Sep 12, 2008 9:43 pm Brendyn He continued to keep a look out for enemies lurking in the dark on the other side of the wall. Brendyn shifted again and stifled a yawn. Was it not close to dawn soon? The young soldier was not always sure, but he always thought that morning had that certain smell to it, or was it just the newness of the day. Well, one thing was sure, it was bloody cold and the air was damp. Rain, or wet snow? Brendyn brought his cloak closer about him with his lance still in a firm but easy grip. He had not really taken very good care of himself since being here either: namely, eating a good healthy meal. What good was a scrawny soldier? The healing wound under his arm was still draining, and he reminded himself to have the bandage changed first thing...That always aided in good healing. As he stood there, he pondered on what his duties would be for the next day. Perhaps an adventure of some sort, or some duty that Arthur, Malcus, or Titrus would need him for. He loved a good adventure, or duty....or a battle. He also had to check on Tyranus, his dark bay horse. He had trained the animal himself and had taught it to obey his commands in Cornish. He loved the animal, and could not imagine going into battle without him. Brendyn felt deep down that he had not done his best on his first day, but the redeeming factor had been when he had helped to try to locate the missing woad prisoners...finding the gate they had vanished through, and reporting his find to the Centurion Quintus. The praise he had gotten made him feel better about himself, and he hoped he had made a good impression as well. Brendyn left his eyes follow another animal that had moved across the field in front of the fort as he tried to remember all of the rules Malcus had laid out for him on his first day at the fort... |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:38 PM Post #83 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Sep 13, 2008 7:13 am Linnesse
"Luff...you too," she mumbled ferverntly around his kisses, her hands still busy with his belt. She fumbled it a bit- his touch was deliciously distracting- but after taking a moment to tear her lips away from his and focus on it, she had the buckle undone and, with his help, his pants down over his hips. "Mmmm," an eager, involuntary moan escaped her as she scrambled back on top of him, straddling his lap and only then pulling the nightgown up and over her head in a smooth movement. The sudden chill of the room air nipped at her skin, and she scooted herself even closer to Derfel, seeking his lips again. His hands were all over her- a fact which gratified her, as she knew she had lost a lot of weight due to her illness. She had only had her appetite back properly for one day, and as a result she was still sickly thin, but he squeezed at her breasts and bottom as if they were the most deliciously ripe confections he could ask for. It just made her want him more- if that were possible. She ran her hands quickly, thoroughly, over his shoulders, down his arms, and back up his stomach and chest, as if she were trying to absorb all of him at once. This was how she had hoped to be able to welcome him home, and it was finally happening! With a little whimper of urgency, she reached down between them and found his manhood, wrapping her fingers around it and starting to guide him towards her more-than-ready wetness. Tristan
"One of yours. Neeria," Tristan supplied in a flat, straightforward voice as he continued walking across the courtyard. This girl had surely known that there were prisoners taken in the battle on the road- that had been all over the fort. What with the escape, though...Tristan suddenly tilted his head to the side and paused in his step, frowning and looking down at Fiona. The escape...and had not the word been that a mysterious someone, a girl, had helped the littler Woad to escape and then disappeared? Two sets of footprints had been found in the wet ground outside the little gate, so everyone had assumed that the girl had gotten away with the prisoner...but what if there had been three people involved? The possibility flashed into Tristan's mind fully formed, and he took a more menacing step towards Fiona, though he wasn't willing to grab for her yet- not with the injured hawk on his shoulder. "And you should be too...you helped the little one," he said with quiet, threatening certainty. Woads- pah! This one was supposed to be peaceful, but Arthur had been wrong to trust even her this far. Peaceful or not, who wouldn't help an imprisoned countrywoman escape if she could? |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:41 PM Post #84 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sat Sep 13, 2008 1:40 pm Mari It seemed that things were always getting complicated between them just when they had been looking up. Mari wondered why that was - she wondered if there was some truth in all the negative, bitter things her father had said throughout her life about happiness and about love. She loved Milan unconditionally and wanted to be with him in every sense of the word but things kept ... going wrong. Like now -- she stood before the fire with her wide brown eyes brimming with tears of frustration, tears of hurt because she had, for a moment, believed that he didn't love her the way she thought he did.
When he first touched her arm Mari almost told him no. She almost told him to not do this for her sake, that he didn't have to pretend or anything like it, that she could handle it if what she had said was true and he didn't love her. But she was weak and allowed him to turn her. Her head lolled weakly as if she were a newborn babe, and her hesitant eyes looked upwards at Milan, his face so close to hers. She could see all the worry etched into his pale forehead, she could see the concern written plain in his beautiful eyes, the anguish... She listened, feeling silly and still feeling confused, not knowing if this was for real now because she had thought it was before and it seemed she had gotten it wrong... Or had she? Was this the truth and earlier she had been wrong? Biting her bottom lip, Mari flexed her fingers against her palms, hands dropped loosely at her side as she pondered whether to touch Milan, whether to believe in the unbelievable and accept that someone as handsome, sweet and caring wanted to love her. Finally, with a wilting sigh Mari nodded her head. "Of course it is Milan... but... you have to understand that what happened with .. with with with ... him won't ruin what we might have, ok? I won't think of him when you touch me, I don't think of him - I can't without wanting to cry so you'll know. Ok? You'll know because when it's you holding me all I can do is smile... see?" she afforded Milan a beautiful smile though it was a sad smile, a sad hopeful smile, her eyebrows arched prettily and one of her hands coming up to rest against the back of his hand against her cheek. Galahad and Drake "What's it to you anyways?" Galahad whined quietly, glowering at teh ceiling to avoid the steely green eyes of Drake Februus Octavius. The man was quite disconcerting in his quietness, in how he seemed to be calm and yet the air bristled with threat regardless. The masochist in Galahad coaxed him to keep tweaking the wrong buttons on Drake, to just see where it got him... or what it got him broken. "It's respect." the words were ice. Galahad snorted and looked over at Drake for a second before looking away, scoffing noisily. "Respect for who? Her? Why?" "She's a woman. She's mourning. She's more worthy of it than you or I. Shall I continue?" "Woman -- pah! Women are poison or hadn't you noticed? Man with your length of service to Rome should know that! Hasn't a woman ever betrayed you, Octavius? Hasn't a woman ripped out your heart and squashed it in her tiny but capable hand?" Galahad said, his mind turning to Alina, his heart aching as if she had her fist around it and had squeezed hard. Sniffing, the young knight shut his blue eyes and turned his head away from the uncomfortably close soldier next to him. The silence was more deadly than the cutting words... Galahad hazarded a glance over his shoulder to see Drake staring down at him only... it was as if he was looking through him, seing into the pillow and beyond in the past, perhaps? The Sarmatian shifted uncomfortably and noticed Drake's eyes did not move, he did not even blink. Finally the Spaniard's eyes focussed and he snarled, waving his hand towards Galahad dismissively though there was a pain in his eyes for the briefest of moments. "She's different." Drake said stubbornly, feeling a need to defend Linnette from the accusations her sex was being riddled with but unable to defend womankind in it's entirety because he knew precisely what Galahad was talking about. This reminder, however, was enough to take Drake back into a rather grim past, a dusty past - the greasy scent of burning flesh on the breeze and blood, the metallic scent of blood, the taste of it on her lips mingled with salty tears and coupled with a pained scream. Tensing his angular jaw, Drake sneered at Galahad and turned aside, glancing towards Linnette to ensure her well-being before resolutely staring straight ahead, her image on the edge of his vision but his mind was miles away, years away. Eala Eala, once more, kept herself ignorant to whatever it was Merlin and Ash had to talk about. Now and then she would look to their lips with the intention on noting at least what topic they spoke on. To make sure she wasn't being talked about. She thought she noted Merlin speak of Mona but wasn't entirely sure. Her black eyes turned to look about them for the woman woad but failing to spot her the ten year old shrugged. Her brow furrowed as she looked down at her wrist at the bruising there from being hauled up onto the horse by her arm and then having the arm twisted. She remembered the old woman who had tended to her and the man who had given her the doll which was tucked under her arm with it's hidden knife. The litter came to a stop. The little blonde looked around the place and nodded her head in satisfaction at the spot chosen for their camp. There was plenty of cover and as she turned to pick out a suitable spot for herself and Ash. Her stomach gave a growling churn at the thoughts of rest and the prospect of food, her mind turning to wonder what there might be to eat tonight. When Merlin approached the youngster made a point of pushing her blonde hair back from her face, her grazed, pale cheeks rounded as she smiled up at the woad leader in the failing light. Most of what he said was clear to her - the woad leader was quite adept at ensuring that he addressed her in a way that she could understand.
The black depths of her eyes seemed to become darker, her chest puffed out swollen with immense pride that Merlin would take such an interest in her and call her one of his finest. She looked over at Ash quickly to ensure that he had heard it too and then looked back to Merlin just as he turned away to order a fire lit and see to the camp making. Eala turned back to Ash and grinned at him proudly, as if she had somehow proven him wrong in something though he had never doubted her that she knew. A bubble of laughter broke from her chapped lips and the little woad swatted a hand lightly against his shoulder before whirling away to commandeer a bedroll for them and perhaps some food. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:42 PM Post #85 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sat Sep 13, 2008 2:09 pm Neeve The situation was…awkward. Yet Neeve realized that she would not get any more details from Tristan about the imprisoned Woad’s attack on Arthur, thus she made a mental note to confront the Commander himself with that once she would get to talk to him again. And talk to him she would…making her point regarding him probably wanting to ride out to meet Merlin. However, for the next moments, the healer continued to mainly watch the interaction between knight and Woad…and it seemed Fiona was confused…
Neeve was about to nod in agreement to the scout’s words again…when he mentioned a 'little one'. What the hell was that supposed to mean now? What little one? The frown on the healer’s face deepened and her eyes narrowed slightly. Wait…could that be the escaped prisoner Titrus had been talking about? By the Gods, she needed to get out of the infirmary more often it seemed… However, when Tristan stepped yet a bit closer towards Fiona, more or less towering over the girl, Neeve instinctively positioned herself half between the two and glanced from one to the other. “Alright, alright…”, she said firmly, forcing herself to stay as calm as possible with the anger about Neeria – as she knew now – still seething inside of her. “Easy, Tristan, easy…”, Neeve tried to stop the Sarmatian from grabbing Fiona as the knight looked as if he would love to throw the Woad into the dungeons himself. Sure, Neeve would not exactly protest heavily if Fiona would end up in the dungeons as well…but to the healer it seemed as if the girl had no idea what Tristan was talking about. Unless of course she was a good actress…and knew how to pretend… Though for now, Neeve was willing to give Fiona the benefit of the doubt. “Who this little one and how could Fiona have helped her?”, the raven-haired wanted to know…not exactly caring who would reply to her…as so long as she would get some answers… |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:44 PM Post #86 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Sep 13, 2008 2:47 pm Tristan
"The other Woad, the one who escaped earlier," Tristan snapped, his eyes lighting sharply and warningly on Neeve. She was trying to soothe him, and he didn't like being soothed. What was more, she was making him explain himself, never easy, and the words were forced from his throat gruffly, as if with great effort. "They say she was helped by some girl, but no one knew who she was. It could have been her," he jabbed a finger accusingly in Fiona's direction, once more reflecting that the action was childish, petulant, almost. He shouldn't be just pointing, he should be...doing something. But what? It wasn't like he really wanted to toss Fiona over his shoulder and haul her down to join Neeria. He'd far rather just have all Woads out of the fort. But it seemed that that was not part of Arthur's grand design. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 26 2010, 09:45 PM Post #87 |
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Author: sirgawain Date: Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:08 am Gawain Gawain held tight to Kolya’s collar as the man directed his gaze up at his own fiery glare. He noted that the Samartian did not loosen his grip on Alina, or really make any gesture at all toward setting her free. Clenching his teeth even tighter together, he pulled up just a little harder on the collar in his hand.
The knight let out a growl that bordered on feral, jerking forward toward Kolya with his free fist raised. The man just didn’t understand. It took a lot to push Gawain to the point of actually seeking out fights, being that he usually just wanted to fight when he was asked to, and then go back to minding his own business. He didn’t fight for play or for sport as some men did, but rather spent every day with the goal of reaching that moment when he would never be asked to fight again. However, with everything that had built up--the fight earlier that day, Galahad’s sour mood, the wound of Brianna’s abandonment still sore, and now this public display of affection that was publicly shaming his best friend--it was more than enough to push him way over the edge.
Gawain had just been about to bring his fist down into Kolya’s eye when Alina wedged herself between them. He whipped his hand back as if it had been scalded, appalled at the thought of accidentally hurting her in the line of fire. “Are you crazy, Woman? You almost got yourself punched.” He almost moved to pick her up and place her safely out of his way so that he could go back to what he had been planning on doing. However, she had broken his stride enough to remind him that this wasn’t his way. He wouldn’t resort to this if he didn’t have to. “Alina, you should be ashamed of yourself. Not only for making a public spectacle of yourself like this, but for doing this to Galahad. Do you honestly love him at all? For if you don’t, I beg of you to just set him free. For his sake.” He looked over Alina’s head at Kolya, “And you should try spending one hour not making our lives hell, for a change. I‘m not even sure it‘s possible.” |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 12:52 PM Post #88 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:31 am Ash
Ash bowed his head gratefully, dark gaze dropping to Eala's hand on his a moment while the leader addressed the girl. As much as he was proud of his own success, the Woad was also happy for Eala. She had seen and endured much in her ten short years. He had lived to see the strongest or bravest of warriors crumble under the oppressive thumb of Rome, but where others had failed, where some had lost their way, Eala continued to persevere. She may have been only ten, but she was wise beyond her years, and probably one of the toughest people he had ever know. He ran a thumb over her tiny wrist where the skin there suffered from discoloration. Beaten and Gods-knew-what else by the hands of the Romans and yet she found reason to smile, to puff out her chest in pride. Her spirit had not been broken. Yes, her perseverance was her strength. She would always carry on, and that was what made her a fine warrior even now. Merlin left them to take charge in getting camp set up. Eala turned toward him, beaming from head to toe. Ash offered her a half-smile and nodded encouragingly, watching after her a few moments as his litter was carefully lowered to the ground. One of the warriors that had helped carry him, Regan, reached out a helping hand to Ash, who took it without hesitance. The bronze-haired Woad cupped Ash's elbow with his free hand and aided him to his feet, leaving his side once Ash motioned he was fine on his own. He gently held his flank and ambled a ways from the litter, standing beneath the wilting limbs of a tree near the area where a fire was being prepped. Dark eyes swiveled back to where Mona's litter had been laid upon the ground. The blonde woman was relatively silent and unmoving now. Although he should have felt relief having not to hear her bumbling, crazed shrieks, Ash found it to be more unsettling for her to be doing nothing. Ash doubted her insanity, but the female Woad was clearly unstable nonetheless, and he did not trust her. He glanced around and pin-pointed Merlin's and Eala's whereabouts. Slowly Ash sunk against the tree trunk behind him, slipping a dagger out from his boot and laying it beside him within reaching distance. The way his eyes pinched was the only visible reminder of the pain he was in, but his expression was otherwise stoic. His fingers twitched against one another, touching his dagger again for re-assurance. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 12:53 PM Post #89 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun Sep 14, 2008 10:40 am Derfel Derfel had heard Linnesse profess her love for him, but he said nothing in reply as truly he was more focused on getting his trousers off than anything else at the moment. Thus in the brief instant Linnesse’s hands were not wandering over his skin, Derfel managed to wiggle completely out of his trousers and tossed the disgarded clothing from the bed. “Oh luv,” Derfel moaned as Linnesse climbed into his lap – now completely naked - and began to touch him everywhere again. Her tiny fingers feathered over his bare flesh leaving behind a trail of goose bumps and eliciting yet another pleasurable moan from his throat. Thank the gods Derfel’s stomach seemed to have settled or this would only go very badly in the end. He silently prayed for the former. Derfel sucked in a short breath between his teeth in pleasure as Linnesse’s fingers found his cock. Praise to Bel that the ale had had no ill effects on his libido. His hands trailed over Linnesse’s soft skin, gently re-discovering what he’d missed so badly in recent weeks. One hand brushed over her ribs and thank the gods Derfel was still drunk or he might have been alarmed at feeling them so pronounced. Linnesse was certainly thinner than he remembered….but his heady lust for her easily overpowered that concern.....for now. His mouth easily found the pulse in her throat and he kissed his way along her slender neck while sliding both hands up the curvature of her spine. “Mhmmm…want….you…” Derfel groaned against Linnesse’s neck and he could not help arching his hips upwards…he brought one hand down between their bodies and felt for her…. “Oh godsss…” Derfel moaned at feeling Linnesse’s readiness to accept him. His thick fingers teased at her opening for a moment and then he gave a small tug at Linnesse’s hip to help guide her body to his. He mouthed at her jaw and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her. Slow….move slowly, Derfel attempted to remind himself…take pleasure in her…please her. Derfel’s back bowed as his hips lifted upwards to press a little further inside of her. Oh gods, she felt incredible….hot, slick and tight against his intruding prick. He groaned again and tightly shut his eyes while completely savoring the sensation. And then Derfel’s mouth sought Linnesse’s lips while his hands wrapped completely around her small body to support her while he began to move a little faster and a little deeper inside of her. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 12:54 PM Post #90 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Sep 14, 2008 12:05 pm Linnesse
"Mmmm...oooh, that's nice," Linnesse gasped as he sank inside her, tilting her hips forward to take all of him and squeeze as close to him as possible. She wanted to say something more at first, something about how glad she was that the ale had left him still very well capable of this, but that was too long and complicated a sentiment to get out now in a way that made sense. She rocked forward and back, drifting her eyes closed as she reveled in the combined sensations of his lips, his hands, and his strong body against and inside hers. This was a miracle to her, always- a miracle that this was inexpressable pleasure, and never a hint of pain at all. Derfel made it so. He was a miracle. "Oh, love," she moaned again, as the wonderful feelings built, spiraling outward, echoing and re-echoing till she couldn't think anymore, could only clutch at his shoulders and let the current sweep her along, her body shuddering in little flutterings of ecstasy around him. "I love you," she panted, opening her eyes to look at him and tracing an infinitely tender finger down his cheek. |
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