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#Post#: 200292--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Christopher Moran Date: June 7, 2012, 1:59 pm
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Standing still, he watched Srytka move around the other side of
Charles's body, as he started to speak. When he tried to tell
her he was sorry, she told him to stop. He looked at her
confused, had she given up on him, he wondered. When she told
him to wipe his eyes, he simply stared at the ground, as if in
respect when the men came in and removed Charles's body. This
made no sense, he wanted to apologize, to let her know what he
really felt, to tell her he would always be there for her, no
matter the problem. Yet how could he if she kept, forcing him to
be silent. Closing his eyes, he inhaled and then opened them
again, " Listen, Sry." He started but again she told him to be
silent.
Whelan was becoming increasingly frustrated at Srytka, 'Just let
me speak!' he wanted to shout at her, but he didn't want to
anger her, not now. When she told him not to move, he froze,
there was something in her eyes, something that made him obey,
he ad no idea what was behind him, so he just stood, his hands
at his side. Watching her step closer, still staring past him,
he swallowed, and closed his eyes. his mind was racing with
possibilities, was it a snake, or something, or what. Shit, he
hated the fact he hadn't been paying attentionn to his
surrounding.
As he waited for her to tell him okay, he suddenly felt a hand
on his neck, and was pulled forward, feeling lips press to his
own, he opened his eyes and saw Srytka's face, so close to his
own. He felt every muscle in his body relax, is thoughts of her
hating him fading. When she touched his chest, he put his hands
on her waist, now he again felt tears on his cheek, but these
were ones of joy. Pulling her close he pulled his hood back, and
kissed her deeper, his tongue sliding against hers. Ever since
she had left, he had always thought about her, about what had
happened, if he would ever get to hold her in a hug, if he would
ever get to receive a kiss on his cheek from her again. Pulling
away, just enough so he could talk, but that his lips were still
almost touching hers, he smiled and whisperd, "I was going to
say,You are my friend, Sry. I will always be there to help you,
but I like your idea more..." Smiling again he kissd her, his
left hand snaking between themm to hold her hand, while his
right kept her pulled to him.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Srytka Date: June 10, 2012, 1:21 pm
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Srytka looked at him as she had silenced him for the fourth time
within the two times they had spoken to each other after he had
called her a cold blooded killer. Her eyes looked into his,
seeing the frustration that was building. It would be better for
her next step in her plan. She needed this. To seal the deal
that he would not leave her for the king's men. She needed that
security to be able to be sane within the camp. Her eyes
searched behind him and she saw him freeze when she told him not
to move. He obeyed quite nicely. A small smile pulled at her
lips inwardly, making sure that he could not see the smile
before she moved in and pressed her lips against his. Her
fingers tightened around his neck as his arms immediately
wrapped around her. Her eyes fell closed as the kiss continued,
letting her raw desire overwhelm him. She had not kissed a man
in a while, years maybe, but God this was the feeling that she
loved. She pressed her lips harder against his until he was
already pulling back to look at her, snaking his hand up between
them to hold the hand that was resting on his chest.
She glanced down at it, wanting to feel his lips against hers
once more but he stated his claim that he had been wanting to
say during that moments of her quieting him. She blushed a
little, but hid it quickly as she nodded her head. "This idea.."
She began before his lips pressed against hers again, softly
this time. She was not used to this. She wanted the angry kiss
he held before. The soft kiss held something within it, but she
couldn't. She wouldn't fall. No, this was for her plan in order
to run over the king and certainly Cadelle. Her eyes opened and
she stealthily pulled away from his hands and stepped against
the table, looking to the side. "My desires got the best of me."
She whispered in admittance. She blushed lightly before running
her fingers through her hair, anything to keep him from touching
her. She wasn't going to let that slow kiss get the best of her,
though her lips ached to feel it yet again. She wanted hatred.
That was she was bred with, but now, she was with soft and slow,
as if she was weak and passionate. No, she needed strong and
demanding...She looked outside.
"Do not speak a word about this to anyone. If you do, your head
will be on my future mantel." She said harshly before she
slipped past him, slipping on her arrows and bow over her
shoulder before she exited the tent, leaving the camp after
telling the men to watch out for other intruders. She was going
to go on a scout real quick before dinner time. She slipped
within the bushes without much as a glance backwards to see if
anyone was following her. She hoped that there wasn't. She
needed to think. She needed to map out her plan, to make it rock
hard steel compared to how she was feeling back there. She was
wishy washy instead of her usually calm and rational ways. No,
this was different. She needed to step out of it. To be able to
walk right through this. She needed to make sure that there was
no strings attached to her heart on any of this. Any. Of. This.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Christopher Moran Date: June 12, 2012, 9:59 am
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Srytka's sudden actions and harsh warning before she left, put
Whelan into a confused state momentarily. Why had she acted that
way, he had seen the look in her eyes and the light blush, even
as much as she hid it, they had both enjoyed the moment of
shared emotions that had passed between them, yet Srytka refused
to acknowledge it. Remaining in the tent, he sat in her chair
hand rested his elbows on his knees, then his head on his hands.
It was with a painful realization the Whelan knew what was
wrong. She was scared of being loved, by anyone other than
herself, even if it was Whelan. With a groan of frustration he
felt as far away from her as ever, he wanted to fight next to
her, to help her right the wring that was done, but she wouldn't
let him close enough to, allow him to help her emotions. He had
to convince her of his loyalty to her, he thought he had when he
killed those men that were going to execute hers, apparently not
though.
He was sitting here contemplating that thought, when a man burst
into the tent, "Srytka, we cap-" Seeing Whelan sittig alone, he
looked around, "Where is Srytka, woodsman?" He asked, Whelan
simply shrugged and looked up, "She is out..." suddenly gettiung
an idea he stood, "She left me in charge while she is gone. What
is the problem?" The man seemed to hesitate at this then nodding
slowly he indicated to follow him, so Whelan did. "We captured a
patrol of the King's foot soldiers." He explained, "They fought
hard but when they realized that they were out numbered they
surrendered." Smiling to himself, the man looked at Whelan as if
he had just completed some extrodinary feat. Which for this
untrained rabble, it very well could have been.
Stopping in front of the prisoners, Whelan looked them over and
frowned, it looked as though they had been beat after being
captured, "Alright, see to their words, them tie them up." He
stated, "I want them to be able to talk when Srytka returns."
With that he turned, then stopped, "If I find out any of them
are harmed before the... I will take the head of the man who did
it and use it for archery practice." With that Whelan walked
away, movie back to his camp, and his fire. Sitting quietly he
started to think about the kisses him and Srytka had shared,
unconsciously he touched hisd lips and smiled. He may have to
keep it a secret from the others, but he would deffinitely try
again with her. He had never experienced something of sweet, so
pleasant.
#Post#: 203129--------------------------------------------------
Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Srytka Date: June 12, 2012, 3:04 pm
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Srytka had to leave. She needed to. The kiss was too much for
her to handle at a moment like this. She shook her head, running
her fingers through her hair before she finally entered the
forest and she was alone, fully alone. She lifted her eyes to
the spots where her usual men would be, she saw them empty. She
soon felt her chest bubble before she folded over. She wrapped
her arms around her knees and rested her face in between them.
She was not sure of what to do. She wanted to scream, to break
things around her, she wanted to throw the whole storm around
her, but she couldn't. She would not be able to. She wanted to
throw over the king with a single flick of her hand, but she
couldn't do that. Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through
her hair before covering her face. She fell to her rear and let
the tears fall as she convulsed with the amount of tears leaving
her eyes. Hiccuped sobs escaped her lips as she held herself
together tighter before she was slowly melting. The forest
around her was quiet next to her sobs before she finally heard a
shout. It was an abnormal shout.
She wiped her tears and stood, taking in a breath and trying to
compose herself before she took her bow and ran to the sound. It
was not there. She kept running, but then she soon saw the
weapons. They were dropped instead of confiscated. Why were they
not taken. She shook her head, and began getting them before she
noticed the sound again. It was a different. Ignoring it, she
picked up teh weapons and began walking back to the camp. Her
eyes were red and puffy and she tried to make sure they were
dried and normal looking by the time she reached camp. They were
almost to flesh color when she reached camp and she saw the
prisoner tent with men around it. Did they capture people? Of
course they did. Her eyes narrowed as she yelled. "I told you!
Never leave behind evidence that you took in prisoners!" She
looked at the men who immediately came and took the weapons from
her. She nodded her head. The immediate head right man came to
her side looking at her. "Sir Whelan, the woodsman told me to
get them tied up in your absence." He said turning his head to
look at the prisoner tent.
"Tell him my thanks. I need to speak to them." She walked toward
the tent and he stopped her looking at her. "You might want to
take someone in there with you. They are very vicious. Srytka
laughed. "And I'm not?" She asked before she walked toward the
crowd. Her hands quickly received a sword and she was growled
at. "Oh quiet your stomach Milt. It is inappropriate." She said,
and the men chuckled a little bit before Milt who was standing
there blushing. He shrugged his shoulders and Srytka continued
on her way until she was stepping into the tent. She came into
the last part of the tying process. "Leave." She said once they
were done, leaving her with four of the men. Holding the sword
out, she held it horizontally in her hands. "Okay. You either
tell me what is going to happen with the King's army in the next
few moments, or I will start slicing body parts." The men gulped
a little at her before chuckling a little. "You really think
that we are going to listen to a woman?" One man said looking at
her with a smirk. Srytka's anger bubbled with the comment.
"Strike one." She said calmly before she slowly stepped over
toward him and expertly swung the sword to make a cut into his
cheek, a deep cut, that blood immediately dripped from before
she glanced at the rest of the men. "Since your friend here
began to talk back to me. Every single one of you get the same
punishment...." She said, before her sword began slicing until
she was finished...
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Christopher Moran Date: June 12, 2012, 6:15 pm
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Leaning against the tree that was next to his tent, Whelan
closed his eyes and dozed, his dreams were hazy half memories,
muffled voices, and unseen faces. The dreams seemed happy for
the most part, but there was something there, a coldness, that
he had not felt before. Soon the dreams turned towards darker
ones, and he was tossing and turning, all he saw was death and
pain, he even saw his fathers death, which he had been no where
around. Opening his eyes with a start, Whelan looked around,
breathing heavily, as his eyes adjusted he saw Srytka across the
camp, and he smiled. Her flame red hair was recognizable
anywhere, watching her he bit his lip thinking of what had
happened between them earlier. Watching her grab a sword and
step into a tent, he got up and walked over, picking up the pair
of daggers he had sharpened earlier, and slipping them into the
sheaths on his wrists.
When Whelan got to the tent, he was blocked by a short skinny
man, "Uh... Srytka isn't to be bothered... uh... sorry." Setting
his hand on the guards shoulder, Whelan raised an eyebrow,
"Ah... I see... but I highly doubt you are going to stop me." He
said simply, setting his hands on his belt where his weapons
hung. The little man swallowed and stepped aside, leaving Whelan
to walk into the tent. When he stepped through the flap, a
stream of blood spattered his face, and he whipped it away. What
he saw made him clench his jaw. One of the prisoners was laying
on the ground, his cheek nearly cut through completely. The
otheres had smaller cuts on each side of there face. Looking at
Srytka, he swallowed, this might get him killed but. Stepping
foreward, he caught her wrist, and puled her away.
Pulling her into the small tunnel that was the tent entrance, he
yanked the sword from her fingers, and stared at her. "Sry, if
you are going to get answers, you need them to be able to talk.
You can take fingers, and get them to talk, you cut their faces
to deep, they can't talk." Looking down into her eyes, he kissed
her hard, then walked past her, leaving her to stand in the long
entryway. Walking back into the part of the tent that had the
bloody prisoners, Whelan dropped the sword on the ground and
eyed the four men. Shaking his head, he walked over to the small
table that was there, and drew a dagger from his belt testing
the edge he set it down and sighed.
"You, fools really shouldn't angry her, as she is the one that
leads us. She is also rather short tempered, and has a very,
strong will to punish..." Walking over to a jug of water he took
a drink, and crouched in front of the men, staring into their
eyes one by one. Setting the jug down, he grabbed a heavy set
man, with a thin brown beard, and balding head. Forcing him to
knee next to the table, Whelan tied the mans hand down to the
table top, and picked up the dagger. Looking at the man he
sighed, "This is what is going to happen, she will ask a
question... If she does not like the answer, or thinks you are
lying, you lose a finger. Questions?" Whelan's voice was hard,
even though his stomach churned at the thought of what he was
going to do. "Fuck you, traitor." The man growked, and spit in
Whelan's face. Glaring at the soldiers Whelan shook his head,
"Wrong, answer." With that the blade came down,and sliced
between the knuckle. Just as it bit all the way through, Srytka
returned, and Whelan looked up, as the man screamed, and cursed
at him. Slapping the man hard, Whelan raised an eyebrow. "She
will ask, you answer, if she does not like it, or it is a lie.
You lose another finger." Stepping back,Whelan looked at Sry,
and motioned for her to proceed.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Srytka Date: June 12, 2012, 10:09 pm
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Srytka looked at the men tied up before her. They were not
cooperating and she knew if they were not going to, then they
would need to be punished. As her sword went through the last
man's cheek, she was interrupted. She could hear the men telling
someone else that they could not come in. And soon, she felt the
presence behind her. The men that she had just sliced into were
now looking behind her. Srytka growled before she was pulled
into the hallway. She pushed him away. Whelan. Of course it was
him. Her cheeks filled with blood as the anger filled her veins,
taking up all of the space. No one interrupted her when she was
talking to prisoners. Not even the great Whelan Reinhardt. She
shook her head, not even listening to what he was saying. Her
eyes found his and when he moved in to kiss her, she pushed him
away, not letting him even try to get close to her. She was
pissed and he moved in to talk with the men. Oh. You don't do
that. Not with Srytka.
Srytka picked up the sword, her mouth slightly held open. Her
teeth clenched and she shook her head. The men sitting in there,
would not respect her now. She was pulled out and she was
embarrassed. She didn't even hesitate. She left the tent, pissed
off now. Her eyes set on the two men that held Lothar and Whelan
when they were being punished. He had gone too far. You do not
embarrass Srytka Essence. You do not take her from the prisoners
when she is speaking to them. "Max! Slater!" She called. They
were immediately by her side within seconds before she pointed
toward the tent. "Bring the prisoners out here in front of the
fire. Tie up Whelan as well." She said with not even a single
glance back. Whelan was going to know the boundaries around
here, and they were not going to be pushed again. She let Max
and Slater bring out the prisoners. One by one, and including
Whelan, knowing that he would be fighting them. She could
already hear the scuffle inside of the tent once all of the
prisoners were out. She walked into the tent, seeing Whelan
fight against Max and SLater together. She shook her head. "Do
not fight Whelan. You brought this upon yourself the moment you
interrupted me." She said, looking at him with her eyes
narrowed.
She turned and walked out with Max and Slater holding Whelan
before tying him up outside. Some of the prisoners began to
laugh at the man. "And this is what you get! Traitor!" A few
chimed in before the men surrounded the prisoners and they shut
up for the time being. Srytka walked out, letting them all be
tied up in front of her. She looked at the prisoners before
looking at her own men. "There are punishments for those who do
not talk." Her eyes narrowed toward the prisoners before she
glanced at Whelan. "And for those who like to go against me and
interrupt me." She looked over at one of the men, holding out
her hand. They immediately reached for their sword, tossing it
to her. It was one of the bigger ones, but she caught it
effortlessly. Taking hold of it. "Men, my men, take this as a
warning. Do not interrupt me." Then she glanced at the men who
were prisoners. "Now say all you want in front of my men." She
said, tilting her head a little bit. Immediately one of the
prisoners spoke up. The smaller one. "The king's men are
preparing. They are going to take you all out! In revenge of
taking the Princess!"
Srytka laughed as well as some of the other men. WHen she
quieted, so did the whole camp. "Do you know that every single
one of us were once apart of that kingdom?" Her eyes narrowed
toward that little man. She stepped closer, holding her sword up
against his neck. "Your little Princess is the one who put us
out. Put us out for not being what she wanted. The king allowed
it! There is no truth coming from those rich lips! I mean look
at you. They left you here and there are no others come to save
you." She growled, putting it a little closer. "Now you tell me
what you are standing for now." She said. The man actually was
brave. He looked straight at Srytka in the eyes. "My king got
rid of the weak." Srytka stood frozen for a moment before she
stepped back. Taking both of her hands onto the handle, she took
her stance as well and with one single precise slice, the head
of the man was rolling across the ground.
"Does anyone else want to mock me and my men!?" She screamed.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Christopher Moran Date: June 13, 2012, 9:49 am
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Hearing Srytka call for her two mountains, Whelan looked up,
realizing she was not there. When Max and Slater walked in he
shook his head, "Boys.... I don't want to hurt you, but you lay
a hand on me I will go down swinging." He stated, his voice did
not hold any anger, or pride, just honest fact. He had just
tried to help the woman he had adored since childhood, and this
is what was going to happen? As the four prisoners were led out
by Slater, Max stood there staring at Whelan, "Whelan, just come
with us." Shaking his head Whelan stood his ground, as Slater
walked back in. "No... I did nothing wrong, I kept her from
killing them, so they could talk." Whelan stated, harshly, as he
squared off with the two hulking men.
Whelan was not that large of a man, he was only about 5'11" and
weighed just about 190 pounds, these two men easily made him
look like he was sick and frail. However he was a trained
fighter, and he knew that he could hold his own, against these
two, Max reached out to grab Whelans shoulder, and Whelan
stepped in, driving his fist into the mans forehead, and kneeing
him in the gut. AS Max stumbled back, Whelan stepped back, "I
told you guys. Don't make me do this." He tried to plead, but
Slater came closer, shaking his head, Whelan got ready for
another fight. Slater swung on massive fist, and Whelan jumped
back, and ducked as another fist came in. Throwing several
punches at Slater, he hit the ma in the eye, then Whelan heard
Srytka and he froze, not seeing the fist Max had launched.
Looking at Srytka, he heard her voice, the voice that could
make him stop in his tracks, she said he had caused this to
happen. "Srytka... you were going to-" the words became an
incomprehensible grunt as Max's hand smashed into the said of
his head. Stumbling Whelan would have went down if Slater hadn't
caught him. Groaning, dazed from the blow he tried to push
himself to his feet, bujt he felt himself being dragged towards
the door. Managing to compose himself, he put his feet under
himself, and shrugged off the hands of Max and Slater, "If I'm
going out there, it is on my feet." The men nodded, and Whelan
walked out, Standing a few feet from the prisoners, Whelan
touched the side of his and winced there was a massive welt
forming, and it hurt.
Looking up at Srytka, he watched her, then he felt the warm
blood spray across his face, as she beheaded one of the
soldiers. Closing his eyes to hide the look of sorrow, and love
he knew he would give Srytka if she looked at him, he opened
them again, and waited.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Srytka Date: June 13, 2012, 10:17 am
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The blood sprayed. It lay in the ground almost in a puddle as
the body without its head fell forward and hit the ground with a
thump. Blood poured from the man's neck and she looked toward
the rest of the prisoners, aside from Whelan. She couldn't stand
to look at him right then. "Does anyone else want to mock me and
my men?" She screamed in their direction. Some flinched from
seeing their friend now laying headless and in his own blood.
She held the sword tightly in her hands, her breath shallow
before she composed herself, straightening. The men were silent.
Even the prisoners. Her words were not to be taken lightly
anymore. They knew it. Pressing her lips together, she took in a
deep breath, wiped her face of some blood and then threw the
sword into the ground, where it stood. She would only use it to
punish again, and she had a feeling that with her recent motion
that they would not want her to be angry anymore. "Now. You guys
have a chance to speak, ask questions, and tell us what exactly
is happening with the king's army." She said calmly looking at
them.
The prisoners were quiet and she stood there for a moment.
"Speechless? Of course." She coughed a little and looked at her
men then back at the tent where food was served, she could see
the smoke rising above. They were practically in the middle of
no where so she really didn't mind. She nodded to her men. "Go
eat. Looks like Grange has something for you guys to eat." She
glanced at one of the men. "Take Whelan. I will deal with him
later." She said with a sigh. She didn't even turn to look at
Whelan when she told the other man to take him to the food tent.
They took his shoulder and helped him over to the tent, leaving
her alone. The whole lot began to go toward the tent. They had
been hungry for a couple of days now. And she needed them to be
distracted. Turning back to the prisoners, she sighed. "When
does the king plan to strike?" She asked, looking at the
prisoners, one by one. For a moment they hesitated. "We are
training. We don't have the exact plans just yet. At least told
to the army." The main one began to speak. The one that had
caused all of them to get slashes across their cheeks.
"Well do you guys not have mouths? What are the rumors?" She
asked, looking at them. The main one sighed and sat back on his
heels. "Well, the guy that you cut the head off of was the one
who usually told us all the news." He said with a sigh. "So I
think you are sunk." He smirked at her. Srytka shook her head.
"I will make another mark in your cheek. Do not tempt me." She
pushed the bangs out of her face. "And besides. Why are you
using him as a cover up. He must have told you something." She
said, her voice still held tight though she knew that she was
going to break. There was a little bit of silence before the
last one spoke. "How does it feel to lose your brother?" He
asked. His voice was deep and it was played out by the way he
spoke. He had planning on this. The mention of her brother was
not just another shot toward her, she tightened her arms, acting
unaffected. "Do you plan on mocking him too?" She asked. "My
brother fought along side all of you at one time. Heath had him
and me thrown from the castle after our father was killed in
battle." Her eyes narrowed. The man did not seem to back down.
She stepped closer, picking up the sword as she did so. She
leaned closer to him. "How would you like it if you were thrown
from your home and treated like an untouchable. Hmm? Hungry and
starving. Alone and without shelter. Only depending on the
garbage that others used, as food. While, the people whom had
banished you have full bellies of every single meat you could
ever think of and wine until they were drunk?"
"And if that doesn't hit home. I bet now that once your are
dead, your children and your wife will be banished to the
wastelands. Because, as your friend said, 'The King is only
getting rid of the weak.'" She quoted looking at the man
straight into the eyes. It did. He stared at her with disgust.
"Now, do you see why I am angry? My family was stripped from me.
I stand alone with these men to fight back for our freedom. For
our right to be in that kingdom and not be treated unfairly."
"Killing won't gain respect." The man said.
Srytka pulled back. "No, but it will bring fear." She smiled a
little before she sliced the sword into his arm, making a deep,
very deep gash.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Christopher Moran Date: June 13, 2012, 11:02 am
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Feeling himself being pushed into the food tent, he sat down,
and just stared at the table, he didn't touch any food, or drink
anytyhing he just sat there. He didn't care what Srytka did now,
he had tried to help, and now here he sat, his head throbbing,
and most likely any chance of ever being close to Sry, goone
from his grasp. So, he sat, quietly and waited, wondering, what
his fate was to be, no matter what, he wouldn't leave, he would
not abandon Srytka. Even if she screamed, hollered, struck him,
injured him, he would stand and take the abuse, he would not
leave her, no matter what, he had made a promise. A promise he
would keep forever more, no matter what the price. Hearing
people sit on either side of him, he saw Max and Slater, in the
short time they had know each other, the three had become
friends, thought they still followed Srytka unquestionably,
Slater set a cup of wine in front of Whelan, who just stared at
it, and he heard Max mutter, "You are a damned fool Whelan..."
Shrugging Whelan remained quiet, as he picked up the cup and
took a drink, then set it down. Slater patted his shoulder the
man knew what Whelan was thinking about, the man was brilliant,
under his guise of a loyal mountain of meat and muscle.
It seemed like seconds passded, before he felt Max touch his
shouldert, Whelan hadn't even noticed him leave, let alone
return, "Come on, Srytka wants you." He stated, and the trio
walked to her tent. Standing out side out the entryway, he
looked at the ground, and felt Slater give him a push forward,
and with that, Whelan walked into the tent. Walking in, he
stared at the ground, quiet, his hands at his sides, he was
hopeless, no matter what he tried to do he screwed up. He had
tried to help the woman he adored, now he was about to be
punished by her for it. So rather than argue, plead, or beg,
Whelan just stood quietly.
Looking up at Srytka finally, the blood dried on his face, he
merely mumbled, "What..." he felt pathetic, as he stood there,
how a girl so beautiful, and innocent looking, could have such a
dark side. He could not know, it was beyond him. He waited for
her to explode on him, he waited for the shouting, the swearing,
the physical strikes, he expected it. His shoulders were
slumped, his hands dangling loosely at his side, his face had an
expression, of quite resignation, look saying he was ready for
the fate that she would hand down to him. Yet in all of that he
still had a desire to hold her, to do nothing else, just merely
wrap his arms around her and hug her. Perhaps, if the situation
was different he would do so, but not now, not like this.
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Re: A Delicate Forest
By: Srytka Date: June 13, 2012, 11:42 am
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The prisoners were useless. They didn't tell her anything. She
sighed and pulled away, feeling they were punished enough before
she sunk back into her tent. She would have to deal with Whelan
now. That poor soul who had tried to help her, but did not know
the right time to do so, the whole time. She sighed and sunk her
head into her hands as she sat down on her bed. Her lonely bed.
She sighed and stood up from it, walking to the side where she
looked into a mirror that she was lucky to have. She looked at
herself seeing all the cuts and scars that she had on her body,
but they were minor and most could not see them. She crossed her
arms and wiped the blood from her face, though it looked like
there were strands of her hair put together there, but she just
wiped the blood away and then sat down at the vanity. Hearing
the voices coming toward her tent once she had called for Whelan
to be brought in. She shook her head as she waited, but she
didn't see anyone. Soon, there was an opening of the tent in the
hallway. The light was opening on the doors before the final
flap was opened and in came in Whelan.
She looked at him before she pulled out the chair that she was
sitting in and pushed it out to him. "Sit." She said, turning
her head as she faced away from him. He was speaking, but then
did not finish his sentence. "Why did you interrupt me? To help
me?" She asked, knowing what his answer was to be. Then once he
stated, she continued. "You have to understand. You cannot come
in here and act like you know more than me. That embarrasses me
in front of the prisoners as well as the men." She said softly.
"You do not know how long it took for me to build up my
reputation of not being messed with. It took me years and years
of trying to get my rank over these men. My brother did it
easily because he had that leadership quality." She continued to
face away from him, as she could not stand to look at him as she
spoke. He could not see the tears that were running down her
face. "I do not have that leadership quality. I have to work on
it every single damn day. And if you come in and ruin it like
you did today one more time, I will do much worse than making a
single slice into your cheek."
She sighed and wiped the tears from her face before she finally
looked at him. "I have to be strong for those men out there.
Half of them are homesick and scared wondering if I am even the
right leader." She looked to the side. "The other half are just
followers because they don't want my punishment." She sighed.
"You do not understand how it is being the only woman in the
group of men." She came closer to him, touching his shoulder,
but she did not look at him. The touch was enough to bring her
to her knees. She wanted more of that kiss that was still
lingering on her lips. She wanted that slow kiss and the hold
that he held onto her while they kissed back at the medical
tent. Oh did she want that. She ached about it, but she
couldn't. She couldn't succumb to it. Her eyes fluttered to the
door as one of the men. She was about to growl at him and tell
him to leave, but he shook his head. "This is urgent, Srytka."
He said. She nodded her head with a sigh, pulling her hand away
from Whelan's shoulder. "Speak." She ordered, crossing her arms.
Her face was dry now, and she was thanking God in that moment.
"One of the men heard that the Princess is in the North for the
Honeymoon." He said. Srytka lifted a brow. "So she is married
now?" She laughed quietly before motioning him to continue. "So
this means that the King will strike sometime in the next few
weeks while she is gone." Srytka nodded her head and looked down
at Whelan for a moment before returning her eyes to the man. "Go
tell the man to start preparing weapons. We have a war in our
midst."
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