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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:39 PM Post #121 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Thu Nov 13, 2008 7:24 pm Tayala
"Oh yes, I know what things you mean and no, you're not missing them, quite the contrary, sir, I put them all away in the cabinet after seeing them on the floor of the stall." Tayala replied as she watched him begin to undo the laces of his boot, her aquamarine eyes catching and holding his baby blue ones whenever he would look up at her. "I didn't want you to trip over them by accident as they were laying right in the middle of the floor while I was cleaning and changing the old straw along with replacing the old hay and oats and placing new straw as well as hay and oats in the stalls on this side of the stable as I and a few other stable hands had already done the other side of the stable." Tatiana
"Yes, every..everything's quite better now, thank you for your greeting." Tatiana replied polietly to him feeling the exact same feeling that had enclosed her when she'd first briefly seen him like a mental lightning was teasing her skin only the feeling had increased ten-fold with him standing directly in front of her. "I'm Tatiana," she said introducing herself to him then feeling a warmth in her cheeks, on her neck and in the tips of her ears and knew that a blush had appeared unbidden at the deep sound of his voice. "Its very nice to make your acquaintance, Lancelot ap Ban. I wish that you did too, Sir Knight, but I'm really looking forward to seeing you again, hopefully quite soon." A smile then appeared in a mirror image of his, only hers was quite a bit on the shy side, as if one of her fondest wishes had come true and was standing right in front of her. She really couldn't help herself, so reaching out with one tiny hand touched the hand that was resting on his hip and when her hand didn't seep through his and she didn't wake up either, knew that he was very real and she was wide awake. "You looked so much like a dream standing there, that I just had to touch you to make sure that you're really real." Tatiana said by way of explanation looking down at the ground then back up at him again. Looks like I got my wish. He's very gorgeous and quite good looking and real. |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:40 PM Post #122 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Thu Nov 13, 2008 9:25 pm Ione She had promised just short visit to Titrus's place, but his daughters were always so wonderful to talk to, that Ione felt she had overstayed her welcome. They laughed and talked for a long time, but Ione never forgot what she had to do after her visit: to go and get some rest, then later, she'd get Sister Margaret and she could show Ione where Ian was buried. As lunch time rolled around, the oldest broke out some bread, cheese and some fruit. They gathered around a small table, and shared lunch, and they talked of their father and mother while Ione listened. She remembered her parents well, though she missed her father more than her mother, though her mother had taught her the fine art of weaving good cloth and sewing clothes. If it had not been for that, the weaver would never have had a trade to offer.... After lunch, they quieted down a bit, and Ione felt she had to say farewell for now as she was getting tired, and wanted to go back to the shop to rest a bit. Ione left the warm inviting quarters promising she'd check on them once more before retiring that night, and headed back to the shop, left herself inside and closed and locked the door. Placing her cloak on a hook, she stood with her back to the door for a moment before moving to her favorite chair. The black cloak lay where she had placed it, and Ione brought it over to her lap, letting the lightly woven cloak drape over her body. Making sure the shades were drawn, Ione closed her eyes, and fell into a light sleep... |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:42 PM Post #123 |
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Author: Darya Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 3:48 am Darya Tatiana indeed followed her even though without any reaction to her earlier statements, but Darya didn’t mind. It didn’t take the two women long until the tavern came into sight…and with it – heading right into their direction – Lancelot. Or at least someone who resembled the First Knight because what happened then let Darya arch an eyebrow as it was definitely not her countryman’s everyday behavior…
The female Sarmatian could not help but lower her gaze slightly to hide her amusement. She licked her lips stiffly and smirked to herself. It walks like him, it has his voice, it even looks like him…just plus a lot of dirt…but it doesn’t really sound like him… Either Lancelot was drunk or had finally lost his mind completely. At least he looked that part… And the way Tatiana had reacted to his mere showing up in the courtyard earlier, Darya had absolutely no doubt that the girl would fall for the knight’s charming stream of words. And indeed, it took only the blink of an eye until her thoughts were confirmed…
Oh, please!!!!!! By the Gods, this situation was almost ridiculous from her point of view and Darya had a hard time not bursting into laughter. It was so obvious that Tatiana didn’t know anything about the First Knight…there was no other explanation for her words and gestures. Especially considering the sorry appearance Lancelot was giving…all dirty, battered and who knew what else. The dark-haired Sarmatian scoffed quietly to get rid of at least some of her amusement. However, she filtered the one for her essential information out of his speech: Arthur had left him in charge of the Fortress…and not Malcus. Good to know. But still… “You looked so much like a dream standing there, that I just had to touch you to make sure that you're really real” What the…?? This was by far the oddest way she had heard someone addressing her fellow Sarmatian and she would certainly live on this for a while…whenever she would need some cheering up. “He at least smells very real…”, Darya then murmured and finally lifted her gaze again just to look right at Lancelot. She had her lips pursed slightly and cocked her head a little. “It is a pleasure, Lancelot…as always…”, the female Sarmatian then added in such a death serious voice that it was almost mocking again – though not obviously – and gave the knight a graceful nod. He could fool Tatiana with his charm…but not her… |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:43 PM Post #124 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 7:53 am Vanora and Adian
Adian flashed Neeve and Neeria a charming smile, then left the tavern to head back to work on the infirmary's damage which he figured would take him the rest of the day to complete. Vanora watched him go, then turned to Neeve and Neeria.
Vanora nodded, "Well, they are clothes I don't wear any more, and they are not fancy, but they should keep Neeria warm. " Vanora eyed the rags the woman was wearing. So this woman WAS a prisoner? Well, as long as Neeve came along, the red head felt it was alright. Bors taught her a few things to defend herself and she was not afraid to use those tactics if this woman got out of line. For now, she'd remain hospitable and kind as Neeria had not done anything so far to put her on guard. "Well, whenever anyone is ready, we can go. The children are out and about the fort, so it'd be a perfect time." Vanora waited for Neeria to respond hoping the young woman would appreciate what she was doing for her... |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:46 PM Post #125 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 11:11 am Titrus Titrus breathed in the cold air, clearing his lungs of the stink of Badon Hill. The men rode at a steady pace and the lieutenant was appreciating the bonding between Quintus and himself and the Sarmatians.
Titrus looked over that stoic scout, genuinely shocked to see the Sarmatian actually contemplating an answer.
Titrus cackled, then got serious as he just missed a big hole in the ground. "True that, mate," Titrus yelled up to Tristan, "about the woads at least. But me and the captain prefer to have something substantial beneath us." he chuckled. Titrus looked over at Quintus and wagged his eyebrows. "You know what they say mate! Bone is for the dog. Meat is for the man!" then he cracked up laughing. Malcus Barbattus Malcus suppressed a groan as Catherine moved her lithe body with his strong muscular one. He could feel her soft femininity pressed against his hardness as she gyrated in rhythm with him. She closed her eyes and kissed his chin before she opened them again. Malcus looked deeply into her green eyes and smiled wickedly. Then he gently kissed her cold nose. The blond had rested her hand on Malcus' chest and he teasingly flexed his pectoral muscle, jiggling the firmness beneath his heavy tunic. "You really are very beautiful," he said honestly. "Let's get out of this cold."
Catherine grabbed his hand and tugged him, eagerness flashing in her eyes. Malcus closed his large hand around hers and began walking again. As they neared the barracks, Malcus stood up straight and cleared any signs of animalistic lust from his handsome face. "Oy, captain," the sentry said, respectfully not making eye contact with either Malcus or the lady. "At ease," Malcus said, not slowing his steady pace. "Never mind him," the captain whispered to Catherine. Barbattus tightened his grip on Catherine's hand as they made their way down the narrow, dark corridors to his quarters. When they got to the door, Malcus suddenly yanked Catherine's hand and swirled her around so that she was backed against the wall. Then he lowered his head and kissed her, parting his lips and slipping his tongue softly inside her mouth, exploring her taste. With his free hand, he expertly unlocked the door and pushed it open. "We're here, my lady," he said, breaking the kiss and pulling Catherine inside his room and closing the door behind him. Barbattus covered Catherine's mouth with his own again and unclasped her cloak. "Is it warm enough in here for you, Catherine? Or shall I turn up the fire for you? hmmm?" he laughed. |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:47 PM Post #126 |
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Author: Eledhwen Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 12:03 pm Bors Bors too was quite surprised to hear the scout utter more than a couple of words, and smirked before turning back to hear the Roman speak.
At this Bors roared with laughter, the end of which turned into a throaty cough. At last! Something in common with these uptight bastards! "Yeah me too, mate. Me too," he chuckled, reining in his gelding to ride beside Tristan. "I don't fink I've ever actually seen you wiv a woman Tris. Always fort that damn hawk was the only bird for you." Again he laughed aloud, this time at his own rather pathetic joke, and continued to ride along with a grin on his face. He felt better now that he was back out in the fresh air, back on a mission, even if it was only a small one. |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:48 PM Post #127 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 1:59 pm Tristan
Tristan looked sharply over at Bors at that, sharply and a little hurt, too. The hawk...well, she was important to him, more so than any one particular woman, but...of course he had women! Sometimes. Occasionally. All men had women- they weren't quite men if they didn't! "I had a woman yesterday," Tristan pronounced rather defensively, carefully not mentioning that he had paid for it, and well, too. Not that it wasn't worth it- it had been. In fact, maybe he should go back to her. Part of his mind was tempted by that, but another part rejected it, calling it too much attachment, and therefore detrimental. He had too much to watch for on this mission to be distracted by thoughts of soft blonde hair or a slender waist and round hips! |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:50 PM Post #128 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 2:53 pm Arthur The cold was not letting up despite the occasional ray of sunlight that would break through the blanket of dark cloud cover overhead. Arthur was thankful he’d pulled on his gloves before riding out as well. His side ached beneath his armour, but it was manageable. Lancelot had bandaged Arthur well this morning….I am tearing myself raw here in front of you…..How I am to talk to you ever again? Thank God, but Amadeus continued….
Legend. Uther’s legacy would always overshadow his son’s life – both military and personal. At least that is how Arthur saw it. His hand went to the hilt of his sword on its own accord…Excalibur. Even through the leather glove he wore, Arthur felt the blade’s power…his father’s strength and his father’s ‘legend’. Arthur’s eyes flickered towards the tree line to his left – ever watchful despite the casual conversation with Amadeus. The wound in his side – although not given by one of Merlin’s people – was still a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked everywhere.
“Tales?” Arthur arched a single brow at Amadeus and then briefly smiled at the Optio’s words. Arthur was proud of Uther’s untarnished reputation and glad that Scipio’s father had held the elder Castus in such high regard….yet….. WAS my father. Again, darkness clouded Arthur’s liquid green eyes as he thought once again on how he had lost Uther at such a young age. And he was likely to make that a family tradition as well with Darya’s child. But he shoved the emotion away and smiled over at Amadeus; once again feigning interest. Arthur was not a materialistic man and thus Amadeus would fail to impress the Commander with mention of his father’s wealth.
Now THAT question truly had caught Arthur off guard. And for a moment – fleeting as it may have been – his emerald eyes reflected an emotion rarely seen by others, especially a non-confident; sadness at his mother’s loss and pain at his own guilt of not being able to save her that fateful night. Of course Amadeus had no idea the events that had brought on Arthur’s retrieval of his father’s sword. And Arthur was not of a mind to divulge it either. He coughed once while regaining his facilities and the emotional mask he wore fully slipped back into place across his chiseled expression. “Hatred is a powerful emotion,” Arthur said with distain for the word evident in his voice. He slightly canted his head to the side as he continued….. “Yet it had given me strength that night to retrieve my father’s sword – may God rest his soul in peace,” Arthur paused head dipping downward and eyes briefly closing out of reverence for Uther’s memory. “The rumor you speak of has reached my ears over the years…but all that I can attest to is that I now carry my father’s sword…I chose my own fate that night,” Arthur returned his gaze to Amadeus and allowed a small smile to cross his lips, although it quickly faded from view. They were nearing the area where if memory served, they should turn from the road in order to reach the encampment where yesterday’s failed negotiations had taken place. Arthur’s fingers flexed on the reins in his hand and the muscles in his powerful horseman’s thighs bunched with a hint of tension. “Tristan! Take us on to the campsite, if you will,” Arthur called back over his shoulder for the scout. The Commander could have allowed Scipio to lead the way as well – being the man had only come from the camp yesterday – but whether out of habit or on purpose, Arthur had given the privilege to Tristan instead. |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:54 PM Post #129 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 7:22 pm Titrus Titrus continued to grin as Bors gave a big, hearty laugh.
The scout looked at Bors grimly. With Tristan, it was hard to tell when he was angry or when he was .... well.... just being Tristan. But then, the earth stood still.
Titrus roared with laughter. "Well woo, hoo, hooooooo!" he teased the scout. "Was she skinny?" he laughed, winking at Tristan. "Or did she have ample cushion for the pushin'?" Titrus rose in his saddle and gyrated his hips, cracking up. Commander Castus called over his shoulder just then, breaking up the cackling in the back of the line.
Titrus stopped laughing and settled back into being serious. He'd enjoyed the few moments the men had shared in good humor. He'd always treated the Sarmatians with good cheer. They were strong, worthy, elite fighters and the lieutenant would be proud to fight next to them should the need arise. Of course he hoped that wouldn't happen but with the unpredictability of that damned blue wizard demon, who knew? Karl Karl rolled over on the pile of hay and stretched again as Mirtha took a long pull on the leather flask and smiled.
The stablemaster wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and walked over to Karl. Mirtha returned the flask to the blond and leaned over the stable wall. He lowered his voice conspiratorily.
Karl sat up and farted. "Why the hell would I tell you my problems? I ain't got no problems and if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't talk to you about 'em. And I sure don't give a fuck about yours," Karl smiled at Mirtha wickedly. "Now that we've got that settled, go get the good shit and let's have ourselves a little drink. eh? I've got another flask in my saddle bag." Karl walked back down the aisle to where he'd housed Brutus. He was started to like the fact he'd been kicked off the mission. Who needed that shit anyway? Neeria Neeria continued sitting at the bar, absorbing the atmosphere of the lively tavern. There were Romans, obvious by the way they were dressed and villagers, all in the same room. The sight of the Romans made her physically ill and she was filled with hatred for them. Her dark eyes searched the room for the Roman she'd seen down in the dungeons. The tall blond with blue eyes. Neeria did not see him. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, the woad knew she would kill him and then gladly face death herself. To avenge her beloved Mikal's death with her own life, to her, seemed a fair trade. The man next to her, Adian, spoke and broke Neeria's thoughts. The woad looked at the dark-haired man who was smiling at her while he spoke to Vanora.
Neeria's eyes widened when she heard what Adian said. Lost love? Had Adian lost someone close to him also? Neeria nodded at him as he turned to leave and hoped she saw him again to ask him. Lost love she thought again of her Mikal.
Neeria looked at Vanora suspiciously through squinted eyes. She didn't trust any of these people. They were all strangers to her and as far as she knew, they wanted to kill her as much as the Sarmatians did. Anyone who consorted with Romans couldn't be much good to or for her. Neeria looked at Neeve whom she didn't trust either.
Neeve had threatened to kill Neeria in the dungeons. The healer had told her that she could kill Neeria with herbs and make it look like an accident. Maybe Neeve was planning to take Neeria to this woman's house as though she were obeying Arthur's orders and then would conspire to kill her!! Neeria looked about the bar for a weapon. There was none. Everything had been cleared away.
Neeria jumped off the chair. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" her dark eyes flashing. "You threatened to kill me, lady. How do I know this is not part of your plan. I'm staying here." Rosita and Nolan Nolan and Rosita half walked and half ran, covering ground at a good rate. They would be back to the camp soon and get on with the task of giving their fallen brethen a proper last rites and burial. Nolan knew the gods would once again be favorable to the fallen's souls and perhaps to Merlin again as well. Nolan's skin glistened, even through his blue paint and despite the cold air, as he exerted his body. He was feeling better than he had earlier. The fresh air had cleared his guilty mind. The guilt of failing Merlin - of letting Mona get that close to him - was ebbing, perhaps from knowing that by now, forest creatures were shredding Mona's remains to pieces. A disgraceful end to her existence - a well deserved one. Nolan smiled at the thought of animals devouring Mona's rotting flesh. Nolan looked toward the front of their group and saw Guinevere and Cienwyn talking with Smith and Kayley. Rosita watched Smith, despite herself. She watched closely as his thick thighs clenched the horse's sides to control him. She watched his long hair blow in the wind and the slight rosiness of his cheeks from the cold weather. Rosita's breathing quickened as she stared. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and reminded herself to stay clear of Smith. Her mind told her that, but other parts of her didn't want to listen. "Should I break off and gather some food?" she asked Nolan, still keeping her pace with him, her breathing slowly calming. "No. Not until after we take care of our duty," Nolan replied. "Of course," Rosita said. She'd wanted to break from the group and go into solitude to hunt to take her mind off of Smith. "We're getting close," Nolan said to Rosita as he slowed down his pace. He gave a low bird call whistle to the others in the group up ahead and motioned with his hands for them to stop. "We need to set up a perimeter and check the area for infiltrators before we assume the camp is empty. There could be Romans or Sarmatians waiting for our return. We should split up and surround the camp for surveillance for assurance. Guinevere, do you have any specific orders?" Nolan deferred to the woad princess for further instructions. |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:55 PM Post #130 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Fri Nov 14, 2008 8:13 pm Gawain
When Gawain saw that she was going to ignore his chivalrous attitude of allowing him to escort her, he lowered his arm but not before jumping to one side and unconsciously releasing a yelping giggle when he felt her hand go slightly lower than he had quite expected her to. Shivering in response, he felt his face go red and a lopsided grin appear at the unexpected contact. "So..so..I'll have to earn it, huh?" He said though his lopsided grin remained in place. Walking them over to the stall where his stallion was housed, Gawain introduced her to him. "Lady, this is Trickster, my stallion and best friend. Aren't you, boy." He said stroking the mane after giving the horse a treat. "Shall I help you up onto his back, Lady mine?" He asked glancing over at her polietly. |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:57 PM Post #131 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sat Nov 15, 2008 1:55 am Neeve Neeve watched Adian leave…and Malcus as well as his blonde companion had left already, too. The constant coming and going in the tavern was what kept the place interesting for her. The raven-haired woman didn’t drink alcohol…and she wasn’t much of an eater either. So watching other people was her main reason to come here. For a moment, her blue gaze lingered on Neeria once more, who was still happily munching on her stew…or so it seemed. Then Vanora spoke again…
Before Neeve even had the chance to reply to Vanora, Neeria suddenly jumped off the chair as if she had been bitten by something…and snubbed her. The healer let her head fall back and puffed out a breath as she stared at the tavern’s ceiling for a moment. Give the Woad something to eat and the Woad feels all rebellious again, she thought and already considered reporting Neeria to Lancelot, who – without any doubt – would be quite happy about such news and the chance to get rid of the prisoner. Sighing, Neeve gestured at Vanora to hang on a second… …and then turned to glare at Neeria. “And I had my reasons to do so, didn’t I?”, she said sharply, “…and you are just adding more reasons to that list. Have you forgotten already why you ended up in the dungeons in the first place, hm? Or what the Commander told you? If you don’t do as I say…you shall be reported to the current person in charge – which is the First Knight.” Now Neeve couldn’t help but smirk slightly, yet she never left the Woad out of sight. “And certainly you remember his orders in this case as well, right?”, she added in a lower clearly warning voice and her blue eyes sparkled dangerously, “…so I suggest you pull yourself together and accompany us to Vanora’s house. Unless of course you prefer to stay in those rags you’re wearing…” Or die in them…depends on what you’re doing next, the healer added in thought before glancing sideways at Vanora. “I’m sorry for this…but Lancelot and I have our orders regarding this one. Orders she knows but apparently doesn’t give a damn about…”, the Briton explained with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Then she paused in an attempt to calm herself down. “I thank you for your offer, Vanora, and we…”, another pause and a warning glance at Neeria, “…will of course accept it and accompany you to your house.” With that, Neeve pushed herself away from the bar and waited for the tavern manager to join her so that they could leave… |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 03:58 PM Post #132 |
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Author: TwistOfShadows Date: Sat Nov 15, 2008 9:19 am Eyla Eyla, the whore, flirted with every ounce of mischievous. She pouted her lips wantonly, and her eyes glittered with naughty intent. She had amired Gawain previously. Oh indeed, she had admired all the knights previously, and found them equally attractive. In their own little ways. Sat atop a horse, a man looked quite ravishing! His thighs were hard and muscular around the horse’s flanks, and they sat straighter on horseback, arrogantly. There was nothing more attractive than a man with a purpose...or a man on the way to his death. Depressing? Eyla had no sympathy for the knights, because it was not in her character. She would console and comfort for a payment, but to willingly offer her dramatic affection and praise? No, it was not her way. She played with men, she made them forget all hard duties...and she made love. Everyday, any day, any weather. Her body was toned from love-making, and her hips were rounded gently from constant mating. She behaved like a Venus, and she was not a modest woman. No. Her breasts were pushed precariously against the rim of her bodice, and her cheekbones were golden in the dim light. There was nothing modest, nothing shy, about this spectacle of woman. Gawain chuckled when she gripped his buttocks, jumping aside, and Eyla arched a sharp brow at him. Shy? Restrained? Oh, how very encouraging...
Eyla followed Gawain into the stables, her hips rolling with an exagerrated and seductive walk. As he walked infront, Eyla allowed her hungry gaze to travel the length of his body. She admired the broad expanse of his back, the muscular swell of his buttocks, and thighs that were created for fondling. The whore’s lips curved into a feline smile, and she watched him from beneath her dark eyelashes. Yes, he would have to earn it...but how? Eyla had not decided, but it would be a delicious trade. His efforts, for her name? The whore placed a hand upon her hip, and spoke to him. “The cheapest women give their names freely Gawain. The women who offer affection for free. But me?” Eyla gestured to herself. She touched one hand to the smooth underside of her bosom, and stroked her bodice provocatively. Her head tipped to the side, and she sighed a gentle moan from her lips. She smiled at the knight, and then dropped her hand to her side, waiting for a reaction. The woman was not ashamed about her career. The men of this fortress would suffer without women like Eyla....
Lady mine? She liked that, alot , she liked the emptiness of it. Whores did not belong to anyone, and Gawain made a sweet lie of commitment. Eyla pouted at him. Gawain caressed his horse lovingly, and Eyla watched him. Her dark eyes rested on the horse at his side, and she looked uninterested. A horse? Eyla had seen many horses, and she had ridden grudgingly. Did she want to mount him? Did she want to waste time on this creature’s back, sacrificing the pleasure of having Gawain between her thighs? Eyla’s thoughts reflected on her expression. She walked over to Gawain’s side, and forced herself between him and Trickster. Eyla pressed her hands against the knight’s chest, and raised onto tippy-toes, attempting to meet him in height. It was an impossible desire, and she dropped back down. “Whose back is that then?” She purred softly, and lifted her hand to his face. Eyla rested a soft palm against his cheek, and she pressed her lips to his chin, softly, gently. “Trickster seems lovely...but I am not here to claim a horse’s attentions, knight. I am here because you are here. So come now, we are making delays, no?” Eyla spoke against the bristled hair on the man’s jaw, and she fluttered her eyes closed. There were voices in the stable, but the woman cared not. So if they were seen? Good. She fancied that thrill. “Kiss me.” It was a demand. |
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| golden_trillium | May 22 2010, 04:01 PM Post #133 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Nov 15, 2008 10:27 am Brendyn He thought over the fair warning Quintus had given him while the others talked of woads and then women. In the midst of his thoughts, he heard Bors' loud voice. Brendyn had not heard all of the cnversation, but it seemed to be of interest, so he sort of listened for a moment before putting in his two cents worth...
Brendyn had to let out a slight chuckle at the conversation, but also observed how different the two Sarmatians were: Tristan was soft spoken and, it seemed, sort of shy and private about what he did in his spare time. Bors, on the other had, just spoke his mind hiding nothing. Naked women? Brendyn looked off at the scenery about him. Even though he had not seen Veronica in what seemed like a long time, her memory still lingered. Thoughts of that last night they had spent together... the feel of her soft body on top of his... the sweet passionate kisses... Then the next morning, she was gone, sent back to Rome by her husband. It was the saddest day of his life, and had left a gap in his heart that he found hard to fill. Tatiana could not even take Veronica's place in his heart, though the girl had tried. Possibly too hard, but she had tried. Brendyn brought his thoughts back to the chatty group. One could always learn about others just by listening to them talk.... so far all he could see was that they liked talking of naked women...
At this, Brendyn had to laugh with the lieutenant and the others. He never before had seen a group of soldiers with a better sense of humor. At Aesica, the soldiers had a great sense of humor, but it was not the same as here and now. These men were fierce fighters, but they could still find time to joke and laugh about life, and that was good... it was good for one's spirit to laugh. Bors was especially funny... the way he just spoke what was on his mind. The way he laughed was from his soul and not forced: very mirthful and jovial. He had heard from Antonius that the Sarmatians and the Romans never got along well, but just watching this conversation and seeing how very much alike the two factions were in this respect dispelled the tales to the contrary. Talk about naked women and that satisfied them both it seemed, or just to talk about women in general seemed to break the ice a bit... Brendyn just could not avoid Bors' mirthful laugh... but Tristan obviously did not like the joke about the hawk. Appearently, the bird meant a lot to the scout, and Brendyn made a mental note of that for future reference.
That raised Brendyn's eyebrow in amusement dispelling his last thought that the scout was, or seemed to be a private man, but it also dispelled some of the earlier thoughts he had had concerning Titrus as the man seemed to be able to dish out a good tease as well as receive it. From observance only, Brendyn also saw that the Lieutenant had a gentle heart when one was needed as well as merciful, though he suspected that in battle, the man was just the opposite... Up ahead, Arthur and the Optio were still deep in conversation until...
Brendyn could feel Tyranus strain to break into a run as the wide open fields seemed to make the animal want to do so, but Brendyn kept a firm but gentle hand on the reins keeping the horse under control. He relied on Tyranus as the scout would be good at finding the campsite, but horses and other animals could sense danger and other humans before anything else. Brendyn reached down with one hand to make sure that his sword was close in case he needed it...which he doubted, but one could never tell... |
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| golden_trillium | May 23 2010, 03:07 PM Post #134 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sat Nov 15, 2008 10:48 am Jols Riding Gypsi in the middle of the group, somewhere inbetween Tristan, Brendyn, and Titrus Jols listened to the playful banter that went on with the men around him. Grinning at Bors' sly comment, the squire shook his head in response, but laughed at it just the same. He glanced over at Brendyn and decided to bring him into the conversation. "What about you, Brendyn? What attracts you to a lady?" He quietly asked the young soldier that he was honored to consider a friend. |
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| golden_trillium | May 23 2010, 03:08 PM Post #135 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Nov 15, 2008 1:54 pm Brendyn
The sound of Jols' voice brought him once again out of his thoughts. The laughter and the sharing of a good jest was always welcomed, but he never thought that anyone would ask him what attracted him to women. Brendyn looked over at the Squire and smiled slightly, and immediately, his thoughts went to his beloved Veronica. His eyes went from one man to the next, then went back to Jols' kind face. "Well, I have only been truly in love once, and she was every thing I had ever dreamed of in a woman... She was intelligent, fun to talk to, slender but not ungodly skinny... and she took care of herself, " Brendyn stopped for a second and met the Squire's eyes as he recalled Veronica in his mind. "She believed in me, Jols, and she was loyal to me..." Brendyn stopped and looked ahead at the scenery again, before looking back at Jols, but also the rest of the men. Surely they had something silly to add to all of that, though, to Brendyn, her memory meant everything to him and had helped him survive many a battle. With a sigh, he asked, "And you, my friend, what attracts you to women?" |
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