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Post by Aly on Feb 10, 2009 19:36:11 GMT -6
(( Pssh. I don't care. It's just us I know your writing ability, so you can be lazy once in a while! ))
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Post by Kelila on Feb 19, 2009 19:11:09 GMT -6
Drabba and Valere began a heated argument in whispers. Every so often, one or both would glance back over their shoulders to make sure that the prisoner was still behind them.
"What do you think you were doing back there?" Drabba grumbled. He had to lean over slightly to converse with the shorter woman. "You almost sprung the trap before the bait was even laid! He might have grown suspicious of us. No, I know he was suspicious. He had a look in his eyes that spelled 'nervous'."
Valere hissed back, "I knew exactly what I was doing, Smithy." But in truth, she hadn't. Valere reflected upon the fact that her mysterious behaviour only made Kornith more antsy than he already was. She sullenly held to her position, however, despite the doubts in her mind. "Hmmph. In most cases, such actions let me get whatever I wish, even from shrewd merchant types. Even the Knights cannot resist me." Valere could resist them most easily, however.
Drabba grunted. "You are the only woman among the Order, which sometimes remains secluded in the Hold for up to a month at a time. Of course they would be weakened by the rare sight of a feminine form." He gave a crooked smile as he said this, but thankfully Valere did not see it, or Drabba would have been instantly eviscerated.
Valere gave an amused snort. "As if you would know anything about the art of attraction, eunuch."
"ALL RIGHT, THAT IS ENOUGH." Drabba swung down his axe and slammed it into the dirt at Valere's feet. "You will not insult my manhood, vixen!"
"Or your lack thereof, that is!" Valere quickly skipped out of the way of another of Drabba's swings. "Nyah, see? You could not hit an oak, you great lunk!" She danced back and forth in front of the giant, alternately ducking and jumping as he whooshed the double-bladed battle axe through the air.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAH! Hold still, will you not? I am sure you can spare a limb or two! It will give the men less to look at!"
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Post by Aly on Feb 20, 2009 17:06:51 GMT -6
(( Oh... oh, dear heavens. Eunuch? Eunuch?? I think I might be scarred for life X.x YOU of all people made ME of all people blush! That’s supposed to be the other way around! >/////< )) Kornith stared at his captors’ exchange, his eyes growing wider by the second. They used some words he didn't know... he tucked them away for later. How fast could they run? Faster than him. But perhaps the heat would slow them. No, it would slow him, too. He needed cover, - a hiding place. Taking a quick survey of his surroundings, he quickly concluded that it was impossible to hide in a place like this. All of this flashed through his mind in a second, and he resolved to do the only thing that he could. Reaching around to a pouch on his belt, Kornith grabbed two stones and opened the bag of letters. There was no time to take the pouch off… He struck one stone against the other, and then again. No spark! Again, there! One of the papers caught. Kornith fanned some of the dry air over it, and it jumped to the next note. Kornith dropped the stones and ripped off his belt. The files were alight now, and the fire took on a life of its own in the terrible heat. He would wait until he knew the papers were burned, and then he would squelch the fire. If he left it and ran, it might start a wild fire…
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Post by Kelila on Mar 16, 2009 15:38:14 GMT -6
Drabba had finally caught one of Valere's wrists in his powerful grip and lifted her a few inches off the ground, when he wrinkled his nose and sniffed the dry air. "Do you-- Do you smell something burning?" He continued to sniff the wind like a hound that has caught a scent, keeping Valere firmly in his iron grasp.
Valere struggled in vain to extricate her arm from Drabba's fist. As she jerked, pulled, and kicked against Drabba's side in an effort to apply more force, she replied through gritted teeth, "I do not know, you great fool. All I have in my nose right now is dust, and the stench of your filthy, rotten, miserable--" Frustrated, she kicked Drabba in the side. "AAAGH! Let me go, you spawn of an ox!"
Drabba smirked and held her higher, watching her struggle in mid-air. "Hush, now, or I may be forced to use drastic measures to settle your fit." He paused, hearing an odd fluttering noise, and turned around. "Eh? What are you doing there, stranger?"
"He is burning the rest of the papers! PutmedownputmedownputmeDOWN!!!" As requested, Valere dropped from Drabba's fist and landed in a crouch. She leaped up and dashed over to the burning parchment leaves and began stamping out the flames. Hopefully the letters weren't too damaged...
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Post by Aly on Mar 19, 2009 20:34:05 GMT -6
With the sufficient damage inflicted, Kornith turned and ran. Even if any fiber of paper were left, it would never be deciphered.
Now, however, there was Kornith. He knew what was in the letters and far, far beyond. He was a liability. A big one. But who could guess that he worked directly under one of the most influential leaders of the Nymph army? Certainly not these two. He had to at least try to get away. Maybe they wouldn't think a scrawny thing like him to be worth the trouble.
But if they caught him...
Kornith didn't stop to look back, but he could almost feel them chasing him. Already, his lungs stung from the dry heat and his sweat stung his eyes.
And fear coursed through him.
Fear weakened him and made his body go limp. Wretched, wretched body! Kornith's feet and hands tingled as if they had fallen asleep, and his vision clouded. How strong was his mind? Certainly, they would do anything to extract information from him(especially after burning the letters, their vengeance would be unprecedented). And oh! What he knew could cripple his friends and family and the entire nation he served... it could hurt Arya.
He fell. Either from dismay or from one of the knights. Could he do it? To protect everyone, could he end his life?
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Post by Daeiel on Apr 14, 2009 19:53:32 GMT -6
"Hmmmmm..." purred the sultry voice, the face it belonged to concealed beneath a shadowed cowl.
The face itself, or, rather, the hole of black shadow the face was hiding under, lifted towards the amber light of fire flickering against the sunlit sky. Delicate nostrils twitched, savoring the air, as Aearwen Celeblyg moved in, through the sweltering heat.
A boy, a scrawny boy, was running, fleeing, more like, from the scarlet fire corrupting the forest. The look in his young eyes was wild, frightened, and incredibly interesting.
Interesting for mercantile purposes only, that is. Running her tongue over her lips, the Siren on legs moved in, extending a hand to the young boy.
"This way," breathed the Vixen, "Quickly."
Her voice had not employed the alluring Persuasion, innate of all Sirens, but ommitting a second option might push the youth's mind in her direction, proverbial putty in her delicate hands.
"Come on, now," whispered the beautiful demon, "Before they catch you..."
Her hand extended, her silver eyes as concerned as she could make them, the Siren waited for her target to react.
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Post by Aly on Apr 14, 2009 23:04:07 GMT -6
(( Daeiel, I love the way you write! )) By impulse, Kornith caught her hand and hoisted himself to his feet. Suddenly, his mind leaped and his heart froze... what was she? In all of the confusion, he had heard her soft, silken voice, - of course he would gravitate to it! But now, he jerked his head up to see her face... Siren. A gorgeous, perilous Siren. No created entity could be so beautiful nor so terrifying. The danger Kornith faced now was insignificant to this apparition before him. He both cried in fright and longed to stay with this creature. All of the stories from his childhood flooded his thoughts, - a children’s game, a friend’s scary story, a fishermen’s gossip, - all of the warnings reverberated through his consciousness. Yet, none of that had prepared him for how beautiful she would be! Kornith was completely dumbfound; he was impervious to everything else around him. Even the knights who had seemed like such a threat were like wisps of wind in comparison.
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Post by Daeiel on Apr 15, 2009 6:23:06 GMT -6
((Well, thank you! I love your style, too!!))
Aearwen clenched her hand around the boy's, sensing his intoxicating fear. He knew what she was.
Well, commented the Sea-Snake, That's less than ideal...
For who would cooperate with such a terrifying creature of legend? None but the most insane, yet hope was not lost. Not quite.
Aearwen had not yet employed what made the Sirens so infamous: her song.
"I'm not going to hurt you, hissed her Persuasion, "I'm trying to help you...."
The first part was completely true; no harm was intended for the boy. The second part, however, should have replaced the 'you' with 'myself', for every mercenary shares this sentiment.
She turned, still grasping the boy's hand, and waited to see if he would follow.
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Post by Kelila on Apr 20, 2009 18:37:32 GMT -6
When Valere had finished stamping out the burning sheaf of letters, there wasn't much left to look at. Only a few scorched scraps of unburned parchment lay in the small heap of ash and quickly fading embers. Entirely unreadable, she thought. Oh, well, at least I still have the-- Remembering, she whipped her head up, and saw the boy running helter-skelter across the barren landscape. A pinprick of anger made her wince, then she snarled. The snarl turned into a roar. "DRABBA! What are you doing, just standing there?! After him!" With or without her companion, Valere took off after the boy, her feet barely touching the ground as she skimmed along in her peculiar run.
As she ran, bearing down on her prey, she reached down and drew two daggers, one from the side of each boot. Taking care to aim well, she flicked her wrists, sending the terrifyingly sharp blades whistling through the air towards the boy's back. Just at the moment of release, however, the stranger stumbled and fell, and the daggers zipped harmlessly over his head, thudding into the dust quite some distance away. Valere cursed under her breath and skidded to a stop. She stood looking after the boy for a moment, frustrated with her impossibly non-fatal timing.
Valere was still glowering when she heard Drabba come thundering up behind her. He was going full-charge, battleaxe in his hands. Suddenly, he too came to a halt, but for a different reason. A new figure had shimmered onto the hazy scene. Drabba squinted his eyes as he stood, panting, "What? Another one? Who is that?" He leaned over to catch his breath for a while, then asked, "Should we still go after them?"
Reaching into her tunic, Valere pulled out the other letter she had tucked away. "It doesn't matter. We have this, and it is enough." Despite her frustration at not being able to keep the hostage, she gave a crooked smile. With this secret knowledge, who knows what they could do?
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Post by Daeiel on Apr 20, 2009 18:49:23 GMT -6
((Meh. Can't post till Aly does...))
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