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#Post#: 306953--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: December 27, 2012, 8:57 pm
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Not wanting to be rude, he allowed the blanket to stay, closing
his eyes as he listened to her breathing; his face twitched as
she touched his jaw, which was clenched as usual. Briefly, he
wondered how much she had had to drink but it had only been one
glass, right? He stifled a sigh, having forgotten both of their
glasses had been filled completely and she didn't have a strong
tolerance for alcohol, let alone his kind of alcohol. He
chuckled silently, imagining her drinking the alcohol his tribe
had produced. His body went numb to her touch as his mind went
back in time...
"Dracierous! Look! We will eat for many weeks on this!", came
the voice of a younger tribesman.
Dracierous would merely nod, a grin plastered to his dark
features, adrenaline flooding his veins with the thrill of the
hunt. This was a good time for hunting, the tribes master had
said; a time for hunting and killing. He had been right. "The
old man was right, eh? Our enemies and prey will cower before us
this time. No longer will we go days with starving while they
get fat on our food. Remus is with us." The half-breeds nostrils
flared as the wind bellowed through the valley, where small and
large game lay dead; a few of the rival tribes' own people were
scattered throughout the dead animals. There would be a feast
tonight and for many nights to come. But there was something in
the air...
Dracierous's dark blue eyes went wide as the smell registered
and he yelled at his tribesman, "Run! Retreat!"
With an arrow nocked on the bow, Dracierous loosed the shaft,
sending it flying into the woods, being rewarded with a death
scream. His own men started to carve up the large deer that had
been killed by his men and then fought for. Dracierous growled
and yelled at them to hurry as he started to fire out into the
trees, each arrow hitting. His ears could hear dozens of
footsteps, running, yelling, towards the killing ground. It
wouldn't be much larger until his people were overran.
Growling again, he summoned his magic through the ancient
dancing forms taught by the Elders of his tribe. This was the
safest way to use Nature's Force without suffering some small
side-effect. And he was the most skilled in using the magic and
the dance forms. There were different dances for the different
elements and, a wrong step could prove fatal at the worst,
especially during an attack. But Dracierous was skilled and fast
and deadly as he danced in circles, power gathering around him.
His father would look down on him for using such primitive
methods to use magic, but Dracierous didn't care. Dragons were
weak.
Lightning crackled around him, small bursts of fire erupting
when the lightning would strike the ground within the circle.
Blue eyes glazed over but bright with magic, with power.
With a final step, a final gesture of his fingers and wrist,
Dracierous slid the foot inside the invisible circle outside of
it, breaking it and releasing the pent up lightning and fire. By
now, his fellow warriors had fled behind him, though a few dared
to stay a few feet away, ready to defend him should the enemy
appear before he finished. Such was not the case this time
around.
The wind howled as the magic tore through it, screams and
explosions soon mixed together as the magic found its prey, but
Dracierous knew there would be more than his magic could wipe
out and he didn't have time to summon his magic again, not
without using the Language of the Dragon's, which he did not
plan on using. He planned to save that power for another, more
important battle. So, he pulled a spear from the multitude that
hung at his back and readied the leather buckler.
As the enemy showed itself, Dracierous roared as he charged,
advancing at a slow enough pace that his fellow tribesman could
keep up and met the enemy head on, the white-skinned devils that
threatened to take away his land and kill his people and rape
his women...
Dracierous gasped, eyes being flung open just as the woman's
lips found his fingers. He pulled his hand away and moved away
from her slightly. "You must be tired. You should sleep,
Mariposa. I will have breakfast for you tomorrow and, after
that, we can go get you more suitable clothes." His voice was
curt, not quite sharp enough to cut, but enough that woman
would, hopefully, know to not press him about this moment now or
later.
#Post#: 307209--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: December 29, 2012, 10:24 pm
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A single brow raised as Alistair gasped, it soon furrowing in
silent complaint at his words. She understood what he said - the
curt tone - but she couldn't help but to press the matter. "I'm
not tired.." She murmured, a hint of defiance in her words. What
she said was a lie however; her body was completely drained and
her mind was buzzing with meaningless thoughts. She wondered
what had happened to him to make him this.. mean. He didn't seem
happy; hell he didn't even seem to like Mari, for what reason
she didn't know. She, on the other hand, liked him. It wasn't
necessarily attraction - though she had to admit that he was
quite pretty - but he had helped her which she was very grateful
for and would repay him some day. Mariposa began to scoot away
from him even more after he had done it to her, taking the
blanket off of his lip and with her for he didn't seem too
interested in it. Once she was far enough away from him and
close enough to a sturdy object, she leaned her back against it,
shoulder against the wall so she could look at him. Her eyes
held a glint of curiosity in them, though it was overpowered by
a challenging look that questioned him to the fullest as if
daring him to explain the situation; yet she said no words,
brushing it off with shrug that rippled through her shoulders as
if she just didn't care - which of course she didn't, she was
only curious about this man and he wasn't one to talk about
himself she had learned.
Eventually, Mari got to her feet, keeping the blanket
precariously wrapped around her frame. Her eyes went to look at
the bed, her feet bringing her in that direction at a slow
wobbly pace. She jumped up onto the bed with a childish giggle,
glancing at Alistair who was still positioned on the floor with
a raised brow in a cocky manner. "Do you want the bed, or not? I
don't mind sleeping on the couch." She gave him a cheesy smile
before sprawling out onto the bed, the blanket tangled up in her
limbs as she lay stomach down on the bed, her head resting in
the crook of her arm, laying vertical to the bed's horizontal
position, a yawn escaping her lips.
#Post#: 307997--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: January 2, 2013, 1:38 am
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With a small shrug, he said, "You can have the bed." Rising,
Dracierous murmured a few words, releasing some of his magic. "I
do apologize for this, however, but you need it." Mariposa would
feel a warmth, not unlike Dracierous's own, slowly come over her
body, relaxing the muscles and joints, easing the aches of her
body and blanketing her mind in a comforting blackness, putting
her to sleep. Moving over to the bed, he fixed the blanket so it
wasn't wrapped around her body quite so haphazardly, his fingers
avoiding touching the soft skin of the woman lest he wake her
accidentally; it wasn't a strong spell but one that coerced the
victims mind into believing they are tired, that they need
sleep, and the way Mariposa was, it wouldn't take more
convincing, Dracierous was sure. At the thought, he chuckled
softly to himself and backed away, quitting the room.
Once outside in the hallway, Dracierous would murmur again in an
unknown language, setting a few wards around the room and on the
door. Mariposa would be able to leave, should she wake in the
middle of the night. Satisfied with his work, the half-breed
went downstairs and sat at the bar, where he would eat and nurse
a few bottles of alcohol for a few hours; conversing with the
bartender and the brave souls who sat by him, though he mostly
listened.
Eventually, his legs carried him back to room, where he brought
down the wards to open the door and then brought them back up,
only stronger and deadlier.
With a heavy sigh, Dracierous slid down the door and leaned his
head back against the wooden frame, allowing his eyes to close
and his mind to sleep.
When the sun would rise, the magic would dissipate from
Mariposa's body and she would be sleeping on her own then if she
doesn't wake up.
#Post#: 311691--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: January 13, 2013, 2:58 pm
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As the light shined through the window, hitting the half-breeds
face. An eyelid opened, revealing a silver eye. The eye moved to
see the sleeping woman, who should be waking up any moment now.
It was a beautiful site, Dracierous had to admit. Without
knowing entirely what he was doing, his body got up and walked
towards the bed, a hand reaching out to brush her hair away from
her face, thumb following her jawline and moving to stroke her
cheek. The hand pulled away after a few seconds and he walked to
the door and dismissed the wards engrained into the door from
the previous night. Moving back to the bed, briefly, he adjusted
the blanket so that it covered her more. His legs carried him to
the window and he pulled the curtain shut to block out more of
the light. "Such a beautiful day to shop I suppose..." Rolling
his shoulders, he fixed his hair as he went to sit on the couch,
watching the woman on the bed with one eye, the other being
closed.
#Post#: 311747--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: January 13, 2013, 7:13 pm
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Mari was roused awake by the gentle sunlight pouring in through
the window. Still half sleeping the woman moved around on the
bed, not yet ready for the day's activities, and kept her eyes
close. The blanket, seemingly in response to her movement, moved
back over to cover her body more. She welcomed the warmth it
brought with a smile, her body curling up even more to conserve
heat. That only moved the blanket even more, causing it to fall
off her body and bed. This was what woke her all the way up, her
body slowly uncurling as the cold enveloped her. She took this
time to stretch out her limbs; arms flexing out above her head
as her toes curled and back arched, body still remaining on the
bed. Slowly her crystal blue eyes opened, a noise of content
leaving her body. "Alistair.." She called out, her voice holding
a sleepy hoarseness to it. It was then that she sat up and
kicked her legs over the side of the bed, soon standing up and
making her way over to the couch where the half-breed was
seated, one eye opened and the other close, watching her. She
strolled over and plopped down on the couch carelessly next to
the man, leaning against the opposite arm and curling her legs
underneath her. "What shall we do today?"
#Post#: 311774--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: January 13, 2013, 8:17 pm
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The other eye opened as she sat beside him, the arm she was
leaned against moving to slip around her waist, thumb stroking
her side idly as he pondered her question before he finally
shrugged and said, "I have no idea. Whatever you want,
Mariposa." Maybe it was the sleep still clouding his mind or he
was finally opening up to her, but the arm around her waist
pulled her into his lap, where her bottom would rest on his
thighs; her legs stretched out. One of his hands rested on one
of her thighs, thumb stroking the soft flesh and the firm
muscles beneath. "Well... Since you've stuck around this long, I
suppose I can be a bit more... honest with you. What you could
call the name I was born with isn't actually Alistair. It's
Dracierous, but that name is reserved for my... other half, if
you will. Alistair is this half's name." Knowing it wouldn't
make sense, Dracierous let his hand fall away from her leg and
he leaned back against the couch more, as if to make himself
invisible.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: January 13, 2013, 8:40 pm
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The woman would nod her head at his words, her toned body
relaxing into his gentle touch. A single brow rose as he pulled
her into his lap, her body wriggling slightly to situate herself
comfortably before she rested her head onto his shoulder, her
nose brushing against his neck. Her legs stretched before her,
pointing her toes to flex all of the muscles before they
relaxed, a light blush painting over her cheeks. A lonely
thought floated through her mind; Why was he being like this?
He'd been so distant and cold before, but now he seemed warm and
inviting -- and she didn't want to turn something like this
down. Eyelids closed over her blue orbs, blonde hair tousled on
her head as she pulled back to look at him. "Which would you
prefer to be called?" She questioned quietly, allowing her eyes
to slide sleepily shut and her head to fall lazily against his
shoulder once again. A small yawn would escape her lips with a
hand to muffle it, exhaustion clutching at her body. It wasn't
exactly comfortable to lay on someone, but the affection was
something she hadn't had in many days, easily compensating for
the discomfort and making her tire once again. "I suppose we
could go shopping like you had mentioned. But first we need
breakfast," She added as an after thought, yawning softly once
more and finally opening her eyes.
#Post#: 311905--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: January 14, 2013, 6:27 pm
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"Alistair, honestly. Dracierous brings back... nothing and I
don't like that. Hell, I've forgotten a few decades of my life
since I became like this." Shrugging, Dracierous spoke again,
"Well, I apologize for the suddenness of this, whatever this is.
I'm glad you didn't shy away nor ask questions to ruin the
moment. However, if you wish, we can get something to eat and
then go get you some suitable clothes. Not entirely sure if I
enjoy other men looking at you like they own you or something.
But then again, looking at you also makes me quite... hungry."
He gave her a wink and picked her up to sat her back on a
cushion as he rose. Despite his appearance from when they first
met still being the same, Dracierous felt, and looked,
different, though it was difficult to place why. There also
seemed to be a skip to his step as he handed her back his jacket
and opened the door for her, following her out and putting the
wards to their room back up, though they were stronger and were
more of them this time, as they would be out longer, or so
Dracierous assumed. There was a few wards placed around the
building itself but nothing like the ones on the door to their
room or their room itself. It would take the entire Council of
Wizards to break through that fortress of wards.
#Post#: 311907--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: January 14, 2013, 6:45 pm
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"Then I shall call you Alistair, as you wish," Her head nodded
and a smile curled up her lips. A brow would raise at his words,
Mari's own demeanor seeming to darken, bright blue eyes becoming
a storming ocean of emotion. "If you are that hungry, why don't
we get some.. food." Pearly white teeth would take in her bottom
lip as Alistair lifted her up and sat her back down, a small
squeak leaving the confines of her lungs. She stood up soon
after him, smoothing her short dress down before accepting the
man's jacket with a smile, slipping it over her petite frame.
Her now calming eyes watched bemused as he hopped, skipped, and
jumped his way to the door, a brow raising questioningly as she
wandered past him and out into the hallway. There was an origin
for Alistair's newfound happiness - if it could even be called
that. With her head tilted to the side in thought, Mariposa
rolled her shoulders to situate the jacket upon her frame,
pulling the sleeves down over her hand as she nibbled on her
bottom lip once again. She stopped moving forward, images of the
before night floating through her head in a flurry causing her
to wait for Alistair to lead the way, not wanting to be caught
by any stray of last night.
#Post#: 315105--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: January 23, 2013, 8:32 pm
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Dracierous watched her hesitate and chuckled, placing a hand to
the side of her face, his thumb stroking her temple in a slow
circles as he murmured in his dead language. After awhile, the
magic would work its way through her body, calming her head from
all the drinking she had done, though she hadn't drank a lot. He
held her gaze with a bemused expression, though he looked away
before they could engage in a soulgaze. She didn't need to see
what he had inside of him... Maybe he would show her, if they
continued to keep in touch and furthered this... relationship.
However, until that day, she would know next to nothing.
Eventually the magic would stop following through her, the spell
at its end, but Dracierous's hand didn't fall away from her face
and instead moved to cup her cheek, caressing it; the same thumb
moved lightly, a mere brush, along her lips before his rational
mind took hold of him and he pulled away, not realizing he had
leaned forward, inches away from her face. Clearing his throat,
he apologized for that and went down the stairs, as it was
obvious she was waiting for him to lead the way. Which he didn't
blame her, but it hurt, slightly, that she didn't think he could
protect him from behind her, should she require his aide.
Nonetheless, he didn't question and merely walked down the
stairs into the large room with tables and chairs and the bar.
A few people were up, nursing bruises and aches and pains from
the brawl last night. Dracierous scowled, his mood and face
darkening briefly as he wished to have been apart of that.
Instead, he allowed his giddiness to flow through him once again
and pulled out a chair for the woman. When she would sit, he
would take his seat from across from her, resting his chin
beneath his hands as he watched her with a small smile that
hinted at amusement. What did he think was so funny? Honestly,
the half-breed had no idea. "The food here is pretty good. I
imagine you are famished, as you didn't eat last night. Have
whatever you want, love." In fact, the more one tried to figure
out his mood, it was almost childlike and the way he laid his
hands down and rested his chin on the backs of them to watch her
with his silver eyes, glittering with that childlike glee, only
made him look more childlike.
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