The Heart of a Knight
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				Title: <strong>The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 06:37:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping out slowly onto one of the stone ramparts, Kethis stretches out his shoulders in a small motion as his feet take him closer towards the edge.&nbsp; Looking up to the night sky, the little breeze ruffles the robes that he has on at the moment.&nbsp; The sky is clear, with all of the constellations visible tonight.&nbsp; Only the moon Solinari is visible, casting its silver light along the High Tower.&nbsp; A simple matter of grey wool, it is stretched tight across his broad shoulders.&nbsp; His chest is broad under the robes and tapers down just a little to his waist, which sports a broad leather belt.&nbsp; From the side of his belt is a long sword, emblazoned with the symbol of Paladine upon the pommel of it, indicating his status as a Knight of the Crown.&nbsp; Walking along the ramparts, he is taking each step in a slow and even march as he heads towards where the walkway bends and offers a path towards an area that a dragon could perch.&nbsp; Smiling as he walked, he always looked forward to spending time with his companion and mount, and tonight was no different. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once to the perch, his grey eyes scan the area as his hand reaches up to tuck a bit of his jet black hair behind his ear.&nbsp; Not sporting the mustache that is so common among the Knights, his square jaw has only a little bit of stubble on it from where he has not shaved in a day or so.&nbsp; Still smiling, his face has the look of one long exposed to the elements, especially the wind of flying.&nbsp; Tanned and just a bit worn, he still has what could be considered an attractive, if just a bit rugged, face.&nbsp; When he speaks, his voice comes out in a rich tenor, that carries far along the walkway and perch.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Aranrhod, are you there?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 06:54:48</strong>
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				Solamnia was jewel in itself in the eyes of a creature that can take in its beauty from high above, the sprawling landscape a rush of green and color brushed by the brief caress of the breeze and it's wings. Others of its kind would have chosen to remain in their mountainous home, or perhaps in Istar... but Aranrhod chose differently. Massive wings lazily stroke the air as the silver sought another thermal, then used its tail to propel itself into a lazy spiral. Why had Aranrhod decided to stay in Solamnia? it wasn't of the people... despite the honor the knights had it wouldn't be enough to keep the dragon there for more than the few days a mission would require it to be. So what--<br><br>it blinked, lifting its head as it sensed something, turning from its spiral level itself, eyes widening, pupils turning into pin pricks in its eyes as it stared down at the high clerist tower. What was it? it dipped its wings a few more times and searched, circling the tower without dropping altitude or lowering wingstrokes. And yet...there! There was the reason the dragon's thoughts were called from its musings... and perhaps the same reason it decided to stay in Solamnia. With a flick of wings like snapping canvass it changed coursed, stooping like a hawk with a screech that was silver thunder; though perhaps to some it would be the same sound of an eager child seeing it's playmate.<br><br><em>'Kethis!'</em><br><br>The sound couldn't have come from any human throat, part metal, part wind... high pitched and surreal. the creature's wings billowed as it slowed down, rustling up leaves, dirt and his hair, a claw daintily clutching the stone before it landed before him. it lowered its head in a bow, formal, regal... perhaps for show, before it gently butted the knight in welcome.<br><br><em>'I had thought you'll stay in there forever, Kethis. I was getting bored.'</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 07:21:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the sounds&nbsp; of the dive and then her wings spreading out with that familiar snap, Kethis de’Sulthen looks up to see the form he was so used to being around.&nbsp; The form of his dragon, his companion and mount; but yet over these months she had grown to be so much more to him.&nbsp; She had grown to be a friend and trusted partner in their missions, and it was this bond that had kept them coming back for more missions time and time again.&nbsp; While other Knights were often set with a new mount each time, Kethis was always set with her.&nbsp; At first, it was mere coincidence that they were paired up together, but as time went by, their camaraderie and compatibility were noticed.&nbsp; It had never bothered him in the slightest, and as the time went by he began to seek her out when they were not on missions.&nbsp; Noting that she never seemed to be far away from him, or the Tower here, it was only a passing thought before his eyes looked up wards to see her landing before him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling as her words came out to him, he braced his right leg behind him in anticipation of the head-butt that he knew was coming.&nbsp; She had taken to greeting him so, ever since their second or third meeting, he recalled.&nbsp; And the first time she had nearly sent him flying back to land upon his arse.&nbsp; Laughing softly at the memory, he is thankful for his strong boots that do not loose traction as her head bumps into his chest.&nbsp; Laying his hands upon the sides of her head, he pulls her a bit towards him and into a hug as best he can.&nbsp; Whispering a small phrase, it is the blessing of Paladine upon her, which he has given her since the day they met.&nbsp; Some things though, have become tradition and should be upheld.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A bored dragon, is second to that of a bored kender.&nbsp; I am happy then, to have escaped the meeting so easily.&nbsp; We will have some time though, before our next mission.&nbsp; You are welcome to go see your people, or if you wish, your presence here is never unpleasant.&nbsp; In truth, I may see to persuade you to stay.”&nbsp; Laughing a little as he speaks, his voice never loses that deep pitch, but he now speaks in a bit softer of a tone, so that it does not carry quite as far.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 07:41:56</strong>
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				It was a bond that no other knight or dragon shared since the time of Huma, when the bond was shattered by something far more dangerous than war. love. it was a long whispered history among the dragon's kin, both as part of their history and a subtle warning about the frailty of a human heart. Aranrhod cannot recall how many times the story had been told to them, and how many times she had to sneak away to keep from listening to the tales. it was disrespectful she knew, but she saw the tale as something the honorable knight and the doomed Silver saw not as a tragedy but redemption. Aranrhod had always been susceptible to it. She both feared and hoped with wistful hopelessness that she would have a better tale. idly she butted her knight again, harder, just to lift him off his feet and prove that no amount of bracing would keep her from bowling him over, then rumbled a reply to the age old blessing in her own tongue.<br><br><em>'are you comparing me to a kender then?'</em> she began in mock dismay, lifting her head from his embrace and shook herself like a cat trying to dislodge something unpleasant from its fur. Her tail flicked in a play at irritation, the soft, metallic swish like a sword being drawn as she raised herself on her haunches, straightening like a striking statue.<em> 'I look far better than the elves' cousin, knight.' </em>she narrowed eyes at him, gleaming amber amidst grey before she tapped a claw in a human like gesture. <em>'Small wonder why you haven't found a lady friend yet... such a charmer you are, when it comes to females.'</em><br><br>How a dragon that size could maneuver in the tight confines of the ramparts was a wonder, but she managed it well, turning and facing away from the knight, tail tucked around her like a sulking cat. Then she turned her head, gazing thoughtfully at the knight as she rumbled further.<em> 'Visit my kin?' </em>she asked, as if the idea had not crossed her mind before... then peered at him closer. Hmm. <em>'And where would you go if I decide to do that?'</em> she canted her head, then looked amused. <em>"I cannot leave you alone, you will most likely find another war to fight in... another campaign to join or another mission to undertake while I'm away. And I'm going to have to fly to your rescue, otherwise I will lose the best rider yet.'</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 08:22:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stumbling back at the second head-butt, Kethis manages a little laugh as he barely manages to remain standing.&nbsp; Still though, he was forced to take a few steps back as his arms go wide to keep himself standing upright.&nbsp; Pausing there to keep balance, he looks up to watch her as she manages to maneuver in the tight confines here.&nbsp; When she actually turns around to place her back to him, his head shakes slowly as he takes a step closer.&nbsp; Carefully approaching her from behind, he is carefully watching her tail in case it were to move.&nbsp; Not wanting to be caught by it at all, his voice comes out in a soothing tone.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I was not comparing you to a kender, I do know better than that.”&nbsp; Managing to not chuckle to himself as he moves even closer, his eyes look over her form as she perches there.&nbsp; “And why would I seek out a lady?&nbsp; I have my duties to attend to, as well as my time with you…”&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly, his hand reaches out to lay upon the scales of closest hind leg of hers.&nbsp; “Come now, you should know that I would not insult you in such a fashion.”&nbsp; Smiling up to her as she looks back to him, his fingers give a tiny scratch to her scales as if asking her forgiveness.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the mention of going off to war again, his expression falls a tiny bit.&nbsp; “Aranrhod, there is the chance that I will be partnered with another dragon for a mission some time, despite my wishes against that.&nbsp; As well, my duty is to Paladine and the Knighthood.&nbsp; I can never shirk that, nor do I believe you could.&nbsp; But, you will not need to come riding to my rescue; I am quite capable of keeping myself safe!”&nbsp; Chuckling a little now, he murmurs something under his breath, but it would be loud enough for her to hear.&nbsp; “Or perhaps, I would care to come to your rescue one day.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 08:42:55</strong>
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				She was easily mollified, having feigned her hurt in the first place. she craned her neck down and back towards him, presenting her eye ridge for a scratch as she listened. <em>'of course you wouldn't. I'm partial to knights afterall.'</em> the words were flippant, as she canted her head in that demand for a scratch, before she blinked slowly. the sound of her eyes was like pebbles against metal, as she slowly maneuvered herself again, head remaining at his level as the rest of her shifted and turned in slow mincing steps, folding her wings tight as her tail slid forward, curling around the knight's armored waist to lift him higher.<br><br>It was a show of the creature's strength and gentleness when the thicker part of her tail shifted under a leg like a perch as she eyed him. <em>'You really believe you will be partnered with another dragon?'</em> she asked, as if the mere thought was impossible to conceive. then in the confidence only a dragon had in the world and its place in it, she rumbled a chuckle. <em>'do not worry, Kethis. I will always be your dragon. I have decided&nbsp; even your council cannot force me to take another rider if I do not agree.'</em> Then it rumbled louder, hearing his words despite its quiet. <em>'I think a rescue would be unlikely, I do not charge into foolish things like knights to, for honor. I am a female you know.' </em>she bared her fangs in a grin, then lifted him a little higher.<em> 'do you wish for me to leave you for a spell then, while you are free to find a lady?'</em><br><br>her tone changed then, almost scolding, almost longing, wistful. <em>'even a fledgling knows when to leave the nest, knight. You are not a paladin, you do not hold vows of chastity.'</em> she looked away for a moment, then peered at him again.<em> 'what if you meet someone? Would you simply walk away then?'</em> she asked, sober. <em>'what if she offers you her heart? Would it not be like a knight if you break it?'</em> then to break the sudden tension, she snuffled, and flicked a tongue out, licking him from chin to forehead.<em> 'you aren't a boy anymore Kethis. women could be nice.'</em> she teased, and dropped him.
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 09:03:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Being no real match for the strength of her tail, he does not even try to resist as it curls around him and lifts him up slowly.&nbsp; Sitting down upon the thicker part of her tail, he smiles as his hand reaches out to scratch that little ridge above her eye that he knew she loved.&nbsp; As her head leans into it, he finds himself a bit more off of the ground as her tail picks him up further.&nbsp; Trying to not look too concerned at the thought of her tail flicking outwards, he pushes the thought away as his attention turns back to the words she is saying to him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So that is to say, you belong to me now?”&nbsp; Clearly speaking in a jesting tone, his hand quickly moves along her muzzle to scratch the little spot at her jaw that always seems to itch upon her.&nbsp; Seeming a little caught off guard at her responding to his muttered words, his eyebrows shoot up for just a moment before dropping back down.&nbsp; He somehow always forgot that dragons had impeccable hearing and that with being this close to her, his muttered words would have been as clear as day to her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I have never forgotten that you are indeed a lady, and a very magnificent one at that.&nbsp; However, there are times where you have found yourself in less than ideal situations.&nbsp; I do remember once about someone having her tail stuck between two rocks…”&nbsp; Letting his voice trail off into a soft laugh, he smiles as his hand stops the scratching to simply rest upon her cheek.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now clearly taken back by her words, his face shows just a little expression of shock that is not often seen.&nbsp; Typically rather stoic, or at least able to hide his expressions from most people, he really could not do so with her.&nbsp; Showing that bit of shock and confusion upon his face at her words of meeting a lady, he tilts his head slightly.&nbsp; “Aranrhod, are you trying to imply that I should meet someone?&nbsp; Or are you trying to say that you wish time away, to meet someone of your own?&nbsp; That is, if you do not have a mate already?”&nbsp; When she licks his face, he turns just enough so that her tongue runs up the side of his face rather than across the front.&nbsp; Falling from her grip to land upon the balls of his feet, his right hand reaches out quickly to rest against her tail as he regains his balance.&nbsp; “Or is that you saying, that I should take the vows of chastity, to always be here.&nbsp; Around you.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 09:34:23</strong>
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				'that was an accident! I didn't know the rocks would shift! And we agreed not to speak of it again' came the indignant huff, the dragon's claws tapping against the stone in a mimicry of a stomp. then she paused, eyeing him as he continued to speak, and felt as if the mood has changed. had she said something that the human didn't find palatable then? Aranrhod couldn't understand humans sometimes. Wasn't human passion important to them? even with her kin, finding a mate was of great importance.. it was a continuance of their race. And she had always thought humans were more verse with it, short lived as they were.<br><br>the words he said now seem to confuse her, even somehow...hurt her for reasons she wasn't entirely sure of. the idea of her rider having someone to distract himself with was one thing... but a knight with a lady, where would that put his partner? no, that wasn't it was it? she had fondly hoped her rider would find... someone....else.&nbsp; She straightened and lifted her head, eyes slitting as she peered down at him defensively. 'I do not have a mate. I have... someone I find interesting, but he cannot be a mate.' she began, then hissed even more at his words. Why? she flicked her tail out and around, swishing behind her as he spoke of what she might have wanted. 'paladine forbid that you, Kethis de’Sulthen would be celibate.' she teased, with the sharpness of a hurt female. 'i will not stop you if you want to leave, knight. You are human and i am not... and the day will come when you would not be fit to ride me.'<br><br>She lowered her head again, hesitantly this time, as one eyed canted in a almost a co manner, peering at him. 'do you not wish to be around me, then?' she asked softly, then lowered her head more, chin brushing against the ground. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 10:16:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Placing his hand upon her now, he has stepped closer towards her head so that his hand is laying on her in a pacifying gesture.&nbsp; Smiling as she ‘stomps’ her foot into the ground, he lowers his voice so that only she would be able to hear his words to her.&nbsp; “I bring it up only in play, and never to hurt you.”&nbsp; Trying to console her with his tone and his touch, his fingers run along the smooth scales of her neck, right behind the ridge of her head.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she reacted so, with her hiss and hurt look, he actually looks a little hurt himself.&nbsp; As if he had said something to hurt her, his face takes on a worried expression as he finds himself only inches away from her muzzle.&nbsp; His scent is that of leathers and a tiny bit of metal, from where his armor has left a nearly worn in scent to him.&nbsp; Combined with that is his natural musk, that speaks of heavy training and many hours devoted to working at his body.&nbsp; Not one to work towards looking good, he instead has trained himself with sword, shield, and armor; that are only bolstered by his faith within Paladine.&nbsp; Able to call upon his faith to cast blessings and spells of a sort, his faith in Paladine allows him to be a stalwart bastion of defense in a fight.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Aranrhod, do you have someone that you have found an interest in?&nbsp; Are you…”&nbsp; Pausing for a moment, he has to swallow before being able to speak again.&nbsp; Even then, his voice comes out very softly.&nbsp; “Are you setting them aside, to be with me?&nbsp; Your duties to the Knighthood?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 10:45:42</strong>
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				The head remained where it was, though the eyes close in a soft hiss of pebbles. Warm breath escaped her in a hissing sigh, as if she was suddenly tired. 'of course. perhaps I'm not as well verse to human humor as i thought i was...' she mumbled, tail sliding from behind her, resting over her nostrils as she remained quiet for a time. or perhaps it was to keep his scent from her. it wasn't as if his scent was displeasing. It was different.. it was earthy, but so very different. if anything it had saddened her, aware more at that moment of that old tale that ended in heartbreak and death. <br><br>At his question her eyes opened, in the growing twilight it seemed as if it glowed, a mixture of molten silver amber, boring into him as if to read his very soul. She rumbled, the sound neither a growl nor a laugh, as she turned her head a little to look at him, scales brushing his armor as if to ask for a pet. 'i find interest in many things, Kethis. It's a fault to dragonkin of my particular coloring.' she mumbled, mildly amused as she quoted one of the apprentices at Astinus' library. 'I believe it was written that we liked strange places and strange...people.' a wing rose, then curled up again, tail uncoiling from her nose to lift, poking him once on the chest of his armor. How flexible she was, and how humanlike her gestures to be.<br><br>'i have someone I find interesting... but that is all that will come out of it.' she rumbled, amused, sad and resigned at the same time. 'even in my human form I cannot do anything about it.' then she glanced at him, as if only realizing something now. ' you do realize we are more than just sentient animals, yes? if you don't I may as well throw you off the tower now and spare the dark queen the trouble.' she teased, poking him with the tail again, the sound similar to a knocking against his breastplate.
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 11:13:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still very close to her head as her tail wraps around her, and then across her nostrils, he looks down at himself.&nbsp; Sniffing just a bit, he almost seems to be trying to smell himself.&nbsp; Testing to see if he is the cause of her trying to perhaps block out a smell, he doesn’t sniff too much in case that would become offensive.&nbsp; Not saying anything as she murmurs about not being able to really take a joke, both of his hands move up to stroke her neck.&nbsp; Running along her scales, he is pressing his hands to her as if someone petting and soothing a friend.&nbsp; Who happens to be many times his size.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Even in your human form, you cannot?”&nbsp; Seeming somewhat taken back by this, he shakes his head slowly as his hands continue to pet her neck.&nbsp; Moving quickly now, he steps beside her head so that when she pokes him in the chest, it is only a glancing poke.&nbsp; Still it does sound off against his armor, and he waits for that hollow thunk to die off before looking to her.&nbsp; With something of a rather surprising gesture, he leans down to press a soft kiss of his lips to the little ridge above her eye.&nbsp; “I do understand that you are a very beautiful lady and not a mere animal.&nbsp; It matters not what race or form you are, but that you have graced me with your company.&nbsp; I am thankful for that.&nbsp; And if you cannot be with the one who has garnered your interest, it is indeed their loss.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 11:36:10</strong>
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				Aranrhod wasn't familiar with the nuances of a human male, but the brief sniff he seemed to try amused her. 'What are you doing?' she asked, one eye sliding close as if to peer closer at the knight. <em>'Are you checking to see if you have ripened? You haven't you know. I would tell you if you were.' </em>The watch had called the time now, dinner bells announcing formal supper. She opened her eye and lifted her head, forgetting him for a moment in a very female way of knowing which priorities to set first. in this case... food. <em>'oh, where were we?'</em> she asked, turning her head back and lowering it back down, blinking once at the kiss as the knight leaned forward. <br><br>Ah, if dragons blushed... she would have. And for that lack in ability she was thankful to Paladine. She let out a whuff, warm air brushing his hair from her breath. it smelled of a balmy summer day, of sunshine and open skies, unlike the gentle spring of other silvers. then again, most of the other silvers were juvenile males. She watched him for a long moment, long enough that the moment became a breath of silence, long enough that the silence became uncomfortable. then she hissed, the sound like metal circled on metal, her equivalent of a snicker. her tail lifted again, curling around arm and chest and waist, offering him another perch as she snorted once.<em> 'Oh it's not that. it is not for lack of interest for i'm certain that he will be interested if i so choose' </em>she said, with the arrogance of dragons of ages, and the surety of a woman of any race. <br><br><em>'it is... my inexperience'</em><br><br>the words hang in the air long enough to be uncomfortable as well, embarrassingly so, as Aranrhod was distracted by the second call of the bell. Ah, so tonight the knights will dine formally, she wondered why and glanced down at him. <em>'what was i saying?'</em> she asked, then remembered. <em>'Ah yes. inexperience. You know I have not been away from the Silver mountain before this, and I haven't tried taking on the form he would find to his liking.'</em> she snorted, mumbling softly.<em> 'The last form I took was a cow.. when i was young and undergoing my tests. A cow is not attractive except as a meal. And i had to remain as one for a full cycle of lunitari before I could shift back. quite boring, cows.'</em> Then she eyed him, blinking slowly, hide cooling now that the sun had set. <br><br><em>'Hmm, would you like to see what I chose for a human form then? I'm rather proud of it, though I haven't worn it before. You can feed me after. I believe I hear a formal supper in the halls, and I do so love feasts.'</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 22:23:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At her question of smelling, he cannot help but smile as he ducks his head just a tiny bit.&nbsp; Almost as if she had caught him doing something he did not wish her to, he simply nods his head in affirmation to her query.&nbsp; “I saw your tail go across your nostrils, so I feared that I had offended.&nbsp; &nbsp;I do know that your senses are so much more acute than my own.”&nbsp; Thinking back to some of the times that her sense of smell had saved them from an ambush, his eyes grow just a bit distant as his thoughts wander.&nbsp; Coming back to the present at the sound of the bell for food, her words are heard and bring out a single eyebrow raise.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Inexperience?&nbsp; Aranrhod, are you trying to say that you have not been with another?”&nbsp; Sounding just a bit amused at the thought of it all, he keeps himself close to the side of her head, with his hand moving to the base of her skull.&nbsp; Gripping that little ridge there, his fingers slip under her scales to scratch there in an attempt to keep her from pulling away because of his joke.&nbsp; “I do not mean to tease, but it strikes me as something of interest.&nbsp; As you…”&nbsp; Pausing for a moment, his eyes meet hers for a moment as his voice drops again.&nbsp; “I still attest that you are beautiful in any form you take, and would make quite the lovely cow.&nbsp; So it is not your inexperience in taking forms that would stop you.&nbsp; But would it be inexperience in other means?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At her little change of subject though, he gives just a small nod of his head.&nbsp; Taking a very slow step back from her, his hand and fingers linger upon her neck as if not fully wishing to pull back from her.&nbsp; Eventually though his hand does drop away.&nbsp; “Feed you?&nbsp; Are you going to take a human form, so that I may lay beside you and place grapes into your mouth?&nbsp; Is that what I am now, just a person to cater to your whims?”&nbsp; Laughing easily as he speaks, he has the expression and tone of clearly making a joke to her, in order to lighten the mood. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 07:29:51</strong>
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				Aranrhod shifted, the parapet in which she perched creaking along as she lifted her rump, adjusted her hid legs and settled back down in an act of mild discomfort. With her cooling hide the bright sheen of her scales dulled from silver to a burnished steel, breath cooling, hinting at the scent of fresh rain. With it she whuffled at him, both frustrated and unsure how to answer.<em> 'I did not mean to say it that way, Kethis. I keep forgetting humans tend to be self conscious about these small gestures. I apolog--'</em> the hind leg closest to the edge slipped and scrambled for purchase, as Aranrhod reeled back at his sudden words, surprised and greatly embarrassed. she lifted her bulk after, raising herself up, breath fogging as she huffed, tail flicking to the side and out.<br><br><em>'I am not inexperienced Kethis de' Sulthen.'</em> she rumbled, hind leg gripping the rocks with her claws as she tried to sit up, back away and look indignant and regal at the same time, recoiling from even the comforting touch. 'I happen to have flown a lightning dance before!' she shifted and pulled the leg up and kneaded both front claws in front of her, an equivalent to a human-- female hand wringing.<em> 'i just didn't find a mate to my liking, that's all.'</em> she curled the tail around her as she looked down at him, every trace of a female embarrassed to the point where she would feign being offended to get away with it clear. <em>'i am not without my charms.'</em> she added, paused and slitted her eyes at the knight. <br><br>Ohhh... the...the lout! the...the..human! he did it again! she snorted and shook her head, realizing he had teased her again. and she had fallen into the trap he laid like a clueless hatchling! She tapped her claw on the ground again as she rose to her full height seated, then snapped her mouth, not wanting to dig an even deeper grave, before <em>'i think you should just feed me.'</em> She rose, turned away and folded her tail around her, shimmering lightly. sulking perhaps? she did rumble low there, as her form blurred again, blowing heavily through her nose until a mist of silver and gray started to form and engulf her, like a cold night with the scent of metal and rain. how long it had lasted was not clear, but when the mist faded, blown into the wind by a soft breeze, no aranrhod stood there. <br><br>"Well?"<br><br>the voice was smaller, less metallic, less draconic... Though still female. as the fog faded completely a form stood there, back turned to him, long silvertine hair blowing softly, before falling back in place. When it turned it raised its chin, looking down its nose at the knight, despite a height that probably only came up to his chest. It looked human... it-- she didn't have the pointed ears of the elves, and neither did she have their willowy form. She was earthy, curved in places and anything but rail thin. Her skin was pale though, which made her something less, or more than a human... smooth everywhere, hairless save for that on her head and her eyebrows...and she was....<br><br>"Well? I think I'll call myself Arienwen in this form."<br><br>She placed a hand on the gentle swell of her hips, and raised a brow at the knight. Naked. <br><br>"Hmm, you're taller than me now. kethis?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 10:15:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lifting his hand in a pacifying gesture, Kethis has a soft smile upon his lips as she starts to apologize and then speak of other things.&nbsp; Keeping that small smile upon his face through her words, his hand lowers down to touch her scales.&nbsp; Trying to remain in contact with her, even as she moves to pull away, his feet step him closer towards her after she shifts her positioning.&nbsp; Letting out a soft sigh as she looks so nervous and almost vulnerable, he seems as if he was going to say something.&nbsp; That is, until her voice takes on a different pitch and the fog around her starts to form.&nbsp; Stepping back from her as the fog surrounds her form, his eyes try to peer through it for a moment before he simply gives up trying.&nbsp; He could possibly ask Paladine to grant him the ability to see through it, but in his heart he trusts her to only have his best interests in mind.&nbsp; Instead, he simply waits for the fog to clear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When it does, and he hears not a familiar voice, but a familiar tone, his eyes swell a bit as he can see her entire form.&nbsp; Blinking as his mouth opens, he stammers out a few non-sensible syllables before averting his eyes.&nbsp; Quickly reaching to his shoulders, he pulls off the robes that he had been wearing over his armor.&nbsp; While they were simple brown wool, the robes still are warm and carry his subtle scent on them.&nbsp; Stepping closer towards her, his eyes remain turned towards the ground so as to not fully stare at her nude form.&nbsp; She could easily see hints of a blush forming on his cheeks as he closes the distance between them.&nbsp; Draping the warm cloth around her shoulders, he does pull the robe tight around her waist before looking back up to her face.&nbsp; Not letting his hands really move too far from her, they actually seem to be lingering on her, like he does when she is in her other form.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I…&nbsp; I can only say that you are beautiful.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 10:30:16</strong>
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				Aranrhod, now Arienwen watched him,the earlier attitude of offended dignity fading to confusion, even a sinking sensation of disappointment as he looked away. "You don't like the form I've chosen?" she asked finally, as he remained looking away from her for longer than she considered polite, both hands lifting on hips now as she felt her softened cheeks flush in irritation. My, this new form was amazingly expressive, wasn't it? "i'd have chosen a form that's a thin as an elf, or perhaps...a young kender, but I just thought it's quite impractical to not have meat in my bones...kethis?" she paused, irritation now mingling in confused hurt, as he removed his robe, and stepped forward, seemingly eager to cover her up. <br><br>"Am i that awful in this form then?" she asked, reluctantly taking the robe, holding it around her lest it pools on the ground or get blown away by the breeze. Her New form seem to need it as well, lacking the warmth that her scale and hide naturally had. it didn't dull her sense of smell though, and she started as she was enveloped in the scent of the knight, and pulled the robe closer, feeling comforted. Somewhat. She looked up, Arienwen now, with the same amber-steel eyes of his mount, blinking once as she stared at him in the dim light, canting her head at his words which caused the spill of silver hair to brush his armored hand.<br><br>"are you being ill? You're looking flustered-- oh no! it is! it is awful isn't it? You knights and your gallantry! You don't have to say I'm beautiful if I'm not, you'd get sick!" hands flew up from under the robe, letting it go, reaching up to pat his face, his shoulder and frowned, a scolding tone in her words. "i'd go and change my form to something tall and skinny, just don't be ill on me. now..now come along." she stepped forward, robe slipping from her shoulder, as she took his hand, strength that of a silver still as she half dragged, half led him down the steps of the parapet, tutting.<br><br>"Come along, let's go inside. I know exactly what would make you feel better! food!" Naked she stomped along, yes... stomped, from time to time kicking at her feet as if something was stuck on the soles of it as she pulled him down the wall back to the lively citadel halls. "what is wrong with my legs?" she asked, looking down, experimentally kicking it again before realizing what she was missing. traction. Claws. "oh. Odd, feet." she shrugged, then with one hand, dragged him to the courtyard... a naked young woman with a dazed knight in tow. 'Now where is the entrance? I've never been in the citadel.. can't fit and all--Aha! Doors!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 10:40:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stammering again, he tries to slip in a word here and there, but it seems that she is intent upon speaking her mind without letting in anything that he has to say.&nbsp; When she starts to drag him along, it is in a bit of a daze that he follows along.&nbsp; Only his instincts kick in, to catch the falling robe with his free arm as her hand has a grip on him.&nbsp; Taking a few steps towards the door with her, it takes his mind that long to catch up to her mini-tirade.&nbsp; When it does though, his body goes very still.&nbsp; Planting his feet into the ground, he uses all of his weight and armor to keep from budging another inch towards the door.&nbsp; Finding that a knight in full armor would be rather hard to move, his own hand turns within hers to take a grip upon her wrist.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tugging her towards him now, he takes advantage of her lack of traction in his form, and shifts his hips as his own arm pulls her back towards him.&nbsp; While he towers over her by nearly a foot, it is not much for him to lean down towards her.&nbsp; Without warning at all, his other arm goes around her waist and helps to tug her against his chest as his head lowers.&nbsp; Touching his lips to hers, it is at first a bit of a rough gesture from having to manhandle her into the position, but it quickly becomes more tender as he lets his surprisingly soft lips linger on hers.&nbsp; Pulling back after a few seconds of this, his eyes meet hers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You are beautiful, and I mean my words.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 11:02:29</strong>
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				Aranrhod kept up with the tirade, delighted to find her words less a rumble of metal but formed in human lips. She might learn to like this form afterall. hard to take her rider where she wanted without effort though, and oddly missing her tail... but otherwise, she still manhandled the grown man as if he was nothing more than a skinny ten year old squire. "Hurry, kethis, I believe i hear them starting to serve the food. I'll just change my form real quick he--" she already had her hand on the door handle, turning it in her hands when she felt the sudden tension from the knight. Without looking she tugged again, frowned and looked back to see the stubborn stance he adopted. "oh what now?" she asked, confused, then pulled the door open, only to be dragged back against him, flesh against metal covered flesh. and then the kiss.<br><br>The kiss. It was nothing like she had imagined it would be, after the sneaking glances at knights and their ladies, those chaste pecks that sent the females into a swoon, of a flustered bout of fanning. It was nothing like she even spied on, in the dim lights, where they got bolder, stealing kisses on lips then drawing quickly away. she had thought it was nothing but a touching of lips, like the affectionate rub of nose against nose, or the pecks Kethis had granted her eye ridge. Oh no, it was nothing like that at all. It was...<br><br>Her breath left her in a huff, eyes widening for a moment, staring at his face so close to her, lifted nearly off her feet as he dragged her forward. Somehow she figured out where to put her hands, lifting them to hold on to his shoulders, toes curling as her lips parted on their own accord, stretching then curling again. her skin tingled the way it had once, struck by lightning in one of those dances, where every part of her felt alive and aware, like the cool of his armor, against her body, around her waist, the warmth of his breath against her face... his lips. It was...<br><br>He called her beautiful, and said he meant it. Dazed, she tried to find purchased on the ground, not remembering when she had pulled the door open, nor when she had let it go, leaving it creaking to bump softly against the wall, spilling light over their form. she didn't even hear footsteps coming towards them. She didn't even remember being set back on her feet. she only looked up at him, touched her lips... and...blushed. delight.<br><br>"I'm not quite sure what to say..." she began, and blinked up. "...do it again, please?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 07:36:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Having heard the footsteps closing in upon the door, Kethis turns his head towards the now open door.&nbsp; Thankful that they were at least a bit out of sight from anyone in the hallway, his hand reaches out to catch the door.&nbsp; Sending a quick mental prayer to Paladine that his hands to find the door, it is with a little flick of his wrist that he sends it swinging close again.&nbsp; Only when the latch clicks shut, does he breathe out a little sigh of relief.&nbsp; It would not be good to be seen cradling a very beautiful and very nude lady in his arms upon the ramparts, he thought to himself.&nbsp; Looking back to her then, his eyes meet hers as his head lifts just that little bit.&nbsp; Filled with what can only be thought of care and admiration for her, his voice is soft as he speaks to her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I will, if you wish me to.&nbsp; Right now, you should put on some clothes before others think the wrong thing.&nbsp; That is why I averted my eyes, so not to stare.&nbsp; And then you think me unable to act properly around a lady.”&nbsp; Moving his hands slowly to try once again to wrap the robe around her, he was making more of an effort to slip his arms into the sleeves of the robe.&nbsp; “But you want me to…you want to kiss me again?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 13:01:28</strong>
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				Voices drifted from inside, sounds of conversation murmured by knights and a few ladies. Aranrhod glanced at the door, even though she had not untangled herself from Kethis' embrace, finding quite delightful to feel weightless for a change. She didn't even look worried that those voices might find it odd that the door to the ramparts now sung open, then suddenly pushed closed. She waited, a few breaths as he seemed to gather his composure, tilting her head before meeting his eyes, his full of... something new and wonderful she had not seen before when he looked at her, hers full of wonder at just having her new form.<br><br>"Clothes? Oh yes, I can't conjure those. Not even with Paladine's blessing." she said as an explanation, looking down at herself, or rather at herself pressed against his armor. idly she wondered if she would be able to pull her body away whole, or she would leave pieces of her on the Solamnic crest there. "You don't by any chance, have a gown, do you?" the question came out as a tease, thankfully as intended, though with Aranrhod, she probably was serious. Only when he started to cover her up with his robes again did she realized what was odd in the little manuever... then blinked up at him.<br><br>"Kethis, your arm is in the hole." she reached to the side, the movement making her lean away from the armor, and from the safety of being covered up, though she didn't seem to worry about it, too busy was she tugging the robe off his arm and slipping her own inside. "There." she nodded, frowning as she pulled it close, held it at the front and sniffed. "i smell like a male." She mumbled. 'And it's a little... well, alot too big. Are you sure its alrigh-- hmm?" she looked up again, opening the robe as she stepped away, closing it again as she tried to find a way to tie it, then looked thoughtful.<br><br>"I had thought that's what I was supposed to say. Though I have to admit, one of those perfumed females your footmen brought near the wings said--" and with this she heaved a deep breath, and affected a perfect mimicry of the woman's words, sighs and needy tone along with it--' please...more...right there... oh yeesss...' then she blinked up at him, as if thinking about why such things were said. Then she smiled.<br><br>"I have kissed you again. I kissed you before. You simply turned away." she chuckled, then leaned up, repeating what kiss she had mentioned by nudging his face to the side in the same manner he did when she had licked him. "See?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 18:56:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A gown?”&nbsp; Seeming just a little surprised at her words, it really does make sense though.&nbsp; She would want something more fitting to her than a simple robe, and there is a little smile upon his face as he starts to imagine her in one.&nbsp; Only when she starts to tug upon the cloth does his mind come back to the present.&nbsp; Helping her get the clothing on as best he can, there is more than just a fair bit of touching involved as he drapes the robes over her shoulders.&nbsp; Running his hands down her sides slowly, his fingers brush along the gentle swell of the sides of her bust as his hands move towards her waist.&nbsp; Holding the robes shut for a moment, he then tugs upon the tie to them and knots it loosely around her waist.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she so perfectly imitates the other lady, his eyes grow a bit wide as if something was wrong.&nbsp; Realizing that she might not know just what she was saying, or the effect that it was having upon him, he steps in close to whisper into her ear.&nbsp; “That is something said…in the heat of passion.&nbsp; When did you…no.&nbsp; I should really not ask that.”&nbsp; Keeping his face close to hers as he speaks, his cheek is brushing along hers as his lips just barely touch her ear.&nbsp; Whispering softly under his breath, his words might not reach her ear as he seems to not realize that he was audible, as he mutters to himself.&nbsp; “Perhaps, I may bring that….&nbsp; One day…”<br><br>Unable to really resist at this moment, his hands slip around her waist again to pull her tight against his chest as his lips touch the lobe of her ear.&nbsp; Only touching it softly, it is the tiniest of kisses before he speaks again.&nbsp; “I am sorry that I ever pulled away from your kiss, and do beg your forgiveness…&nbsp; I only hope, to have the chance to kiss you again, and to perhaps…make up for such?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 19:17:11</strong>
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				Aranrhod had forgotten everything about a gown, so intent and fascinated was she by the robe she now wore. it wasn't that it was of fine mink, it was that it smelled of him; warmed by him; and had somehow fitted her with a few clever knots. She did tense though, as she felt his fingers move down her body, blinking as she curled her toes slowly. "fascinating..." she mumbled, as if dazed... "this body is amazingly sensitive..." she hadn't even realized she had blushed, as she followed the movement of his fingers, then nodded.<br><br>"Right then. That should do it. Though my feet are bare." She wiggled her toes, shrugged and looked up at his question, eyeing his reaction before tilting her head at the whisper. "Heat of passion? I see. A Mating then." she nodded, though if she truly understood what he meant was still a question, as she nonchalantly asked the question he tried to swallow back. "Well remember that time you had to leave me in the wings to find a new saddle? The footman and his lady friend was above me. And you told me not to go anywhere... so I simply listened in." she missed his next words then, as she smoothed the robe. "Had i known they were mating there, I'd have told them to leave. It was my stall afterall. Though I think they wouldn't have noticed anything. I took a peek." she admitted, a bit ashamed. 'it was dark, but I think it was that footman you disciplined for sleeping up here before."<br><br>Aranrhod paused, remembering that day.. and chuckled. It was one of the rare times Kethis had allowed her to put the fear of Paladin into anyone... and she had to admit feigning snapping her jaws on the man was amusing. Not like she would eat him. She snorted, turning to open the door again before she was pulled against him again, a soft huff escaping her as she pressed against his armor again, oddly thankful she was clothed this time. The feel of his lips against her ears made her tingle, the same sensation when a storm was on the horizon.. only more pleasant. <br><br>"you are forgiven Kethis de'Sulthen." she answered, frowning at the quiver in her voice. "You may kiss me again. And make up? Do you mean feed me?" she asked finally, pursing her lips, even as her now human expressions betrayed that softening, that curiosity with a remembered encounter.. the sounds the female made and her own wish to know why she did. <br><br>"m-maybe we should go inside, yes?" she stammered, visibly shaking herself loose from the idea, flushing a little.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 10:05:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing up straight again, his head pulls away from hers slowly as his back straightens out with his shoulders setting back.&nbsp; Seeming a bit reluctant to pull away from her completely, his eyes flick down towards her body as she comments about being more sensitive in this form of hers.&nbsp; As thoughts race through his mind, they seem to focus upon testing just how sensitive she is, and just all the wonderful little ways that he could help her to explore and learn this new body she has taken.&nbsp; Finally shaking his head to clear his thoughts a bit, he keeps a hand pressed to the small of her back as his body turns towards the door before them.&nbsp; Heaving what can only be thought of as a heavy sigh, his eyes look over her once more with that mixture of clear adoration and care in them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Would you prefer me to carry you, so your dainty feet are not hurt or cold upon the stone?”&nbsp; Grinning now, his voice takes on just a little bit of mirth to it as his free hand reaches out for the door.&nbsp; “I would think that you have a more hearty constitution than that, but I would not wish to have my lady uncomfortable.”&nbsp; Speaking the last little bit with the jesting tone still to his voice, there is yet the tiny emphasis upon the word ‘my’ in his sentence.&nbsp; Almost as if he was expressing his claim to her, in some way or another.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Touching his hand to the handle of the door, he opens it just in time to see an errand boy standing there.&nbsp; Young enough to not yet be a squire, he was obviously destined to be one for a Knight one day by the look of him.&nbsp; A mop of sandy blonde hair tops the youthful face as the child looks to both Kethis and Aranrhod.&nbsp; The page ducks his head quickly, to stammer out a greeting.&nbsp; “S-s-sir Knight Kethis!&nbsp; A-and m-m’lady.&nbsp; I do n-not mean to intrude!&nbsp; B-but, d-dinner is served and your p-p-presence is requested.”&nbsp; Keeping his head turned downwards as he speaks, the boy does not wait for either of them to respond before spinning on his heels and dashing off.&nbsp; Watching the page run off, Kethis has a small and knowing smile upon his face.&nbsp; He too had been like the boy, serving as a page and errand boy for the Knights here before being allowed to finally take his Oath.&nbsp; Only then, did he begin to feel the respect that some had offered him.&nbsp; Coming from a minor noble family, Kethis did actually have the chance to join the Order of the Rose but so far had turned it down.&nbsp; The Order of the Sword was much more to his liking, as the more spiritual side of the Knighthood.<br><br>Shaking his head quickly, Kethis comes out of the thoughts that had overtaken him for a moment.&nbsp; Turning his gaze to Aranrhod again, he smiles as his hand upon her lower back tugs her almost instinctively closer to his side.&nbsp; “Well, m’lady.&nbsp; It seems that I will have the chance to feed you, if you would grace my arm with yours?&nbsp; I would be honored to walk you to dinner.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 10:16:36</strong>
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				Aranrhod simply followed him, shaking her head at the gallant if unneeded offer of carrying her. She still wasn't sure if her weight would remain as it had when she is a dragon, or if she was now the same weight as she appeared to be. Does it matter much? She felt... lighter. "Thank you, but I'm quite alright Kethis" she smiled, starting to walk, that slight kick like a horse kicking outward to get rid of something annoying. "blasted feet... no claws at all. How in Krynn are you able to go about..." she muttered, as she kept pace with him.<br><br>"And Kethis..." she peered up at him, eyes sparkling with amusement. "So this is how you act around females, hmm? I wonder why you haven't found a lady friend yet. You are gallant afterall." She did not say anything to the way he spoke of her as if she belonged to him, though as she turned away there was a slow, knowing smile on her face... as if she held a secret she wasn't willing to share to a mere male. Female intuition and all those nice things. She paused as they were met by a child, took a sniffed and recognized him as one of those wee ones that often visited the dragons in the wings. <br><br>She smiled, then blinked as he hurried off, following Kethis, shifting a little closer as he pulled her... with just a faint sound of *thunk* when her left foot kicked out, accidentally tapping against his armored leg. "oops... blasted feet..." she muttered, and offered him her hand, chortling softly as she managed an awkward curtsey. "If i had known you'd be more polite to me, I'd have chosen a human form long before this." she teased, before her gaze was stolen by the sight of the bowels of the high clerist tower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 10:31:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once inside, he waits for her to keep pace with him as he strides down the hallway in the direction of the dining hall.&nbsp; At her question though, his head slowly shakes as there is something of an unusual look in his eyes.&nbsp; Not anything bad, but almost…knowing, as if he was not letting on his actual thoughts to her.&nbsp; “I do not treat every lady like this, no…&nbsp; But, perhaps just ones that I am close to?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughing a little at the sound of her tapping against the metal of his armored leg, his eyes look towards her before he leans his head forward to look down to his legs.&nbsp; Smiling then, he has very amused look in his eyes as his voice tries to contain the laughter there.&nbsp; “And yes, if you try to poke me, you may find yourself with a hurt finger.&nbsp; You do not have a tail in this form, so be careful.”&nbsp; Still trying to hold back a little laugh, his hand never really moves from the small of her back.&nbsp; As her body moves with each step, the tips of his fingers just very barely brush along the upper curve of her rear without him really thinking about it.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Escorting her down the hallway, he keeps his pace slower than normal so that she has time to adjust to walking in this new form of hers.&nbsp; Seeming to ignore the comment about how he is treating her for a long moment, it is not until she sees the door that goes into the side hall to the dining room that he speaks again.&nbsp; Voicing his words a bit softer, he seems to not wish to be overheard now.&nbsp; “I thought that I have always treated you like a lady.&nbsp; Or at the very least I have tried, and from now on, I will be doing so.&nbsp; No matter what form you take, Aranrhod.&nbsp; As I said before, you are beautiful to me…something that I have always thought of you.&nbsp; Now though, I merely have more of a way of expressing such to you.”&nbsp; Coming to a halt before the door that will lead them into the side entrance to the dining hall, his arms wrap around her tightly again.&nbsp; Pulling her to his chest with a quick hug, he smiles down towards her before leaning in to touch his lips to hers.&nbsp; Sneaking that little kiss before pulling back, he whispers softly.&nbsp; “I also know how to recognize when you were kissing me in your other form, and I believe that I have many to return to you.&nbsp; I only hope that you will allow this slow knight to repay you in time.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 13:02:13</strong>
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				Aranrhod looked momentarily crestfallen as she was reminded that she did indeed lose her tail in this form, going so far as to turn around in mid walk, eyeing her backside and wiggling it as if hoping it would pop out from under her robe. When it didn’t she turned back, distractedly snorting at his words as she looked around again, clearly having forgotten about the missing appendage. “I can tell you do not treat every lady like this Kethis. I’ve been around you, remember.” She chuckled and eyed him. “You haven’t been –close- to any of those ladies, I believe.” She shifted, hips bumping against his thigh as she nudged him playfully, mindful of the way she still walked. <br><br>“I’ve been teasing you about it just moments before I changed forms as I recall.” She added cheerfully, then paused by the door, turning her face to him again as he sobered and blinked. Odd how she noticed all the sudden change in him just by being smaller, then again… it was what she had hoped would happen right? She had found him interesting enough to stay in Solamnia even without missions, interesting enough to dare take on a human form. To… choose a human form. She’d be caught dead before she admitted any of it though.<br><br>She awkwardly returned the hug, even as she hid a half smile against his shoulder, feeling ridiculously delighted and…feminine at his words. “W-ell you’ve been doing fine, for a knight.’ She said, trying to lighten the mood, even as she mouthed how she wished he would say more, then moved as he did. Perhaps that was a good idea, as her lips met his again in that kiss, not as mind numbing as earlier… but this time… almost…shy. It made her want to giggle. And she never giggled. “R-really?’ she stammered, staring up at his words, and then tilted her head. ‘Well alright. I certainly don’t mind you returning the kisses.” She nodded, as if not entirely certain what he truly meant with his words. He did that all the time, didn’t he?<br><br>The door opened then, as Aranrhod opened her mouth to reply, turning to stare at the yawning chasm filled with light, music… food… and stared at an elf. Well he certainly looked elven, with the slanted eyes and the pointed ears, the pale gold of the hair and tall willowy form. He also happened to be one of the few who were known openly as dragons. A gold, aged and seemingly a semi permanent fixture to the mages. What he was doing there was probably because, like silvers, golds enjoyed a good celebration. <br><br>He stopped by the doorway and glanced at the pair, a single bro rising. “Ah, master Kethis. I had thought you would forego the feast to keep the silver, Aranrhod company tonight.” His eyes then traveled to her, and just stayed there, narrowing ever so slightly. “And who is…this?” Who is this was said in a way that said ‘ I have a suspicion… but I’ll reserve judgment until I’m certain. Aranrhod tried to sink behind Kethis’ bulk.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 22:07:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping her within his arms for a long moment after their lips part, he looks down towards her with that small smile upon his face.&nbsp; As the moment progresses on, his fingers remain upon the small of her back to keep her pressed tightly against his chest.&nbsp; It is only when she seems that little bit hesitant and shy does he let her have a bit more distance from him.&nbsp; Not seeming to mind that in the slightest, his arm slips from around her waist to reach out for her hand.&nbsp; Trying to take hers within his, it would very easily remind her of people walking together hand in hand, something she had been shown as two people who care for her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Speaking softly, his voice is barely heard over the sounds from the other room, and ends just scant seconds before the door opens.&nbsp; “I would be honored, if you would be my date for this meal?&nbsp; Perhaps, even longer than that?”&nbsp; Keeping her hand within his, he does take a slow step back as the door opens.&nbsp; Happening to see just who it is, he lets Aranrhod slip behind him as if hiding from this other dragon.&nbsp; Having dealt with the man before, he was a staunch ally when it came to battle, but yet he always seemed to clash with Kethis off of the field.&nbsp; As the ‘elf’ before him speaks, Kethis gives a polite bow of his head and shoulders.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“This is my lovely, if not slightly shy date for tonight.&nbsp; We happened to be speaking a bit, before the page came to find us and say that dinner is being served.&nbsp; We would not want to be too late.”&nbsp; Turning back to look at Arienwen now, he offers a small smile.&nbsp; “Shall we?&nbsp; Would not do to keep the others waiting.”&nbsp; Still speaking in a soft tone, his lips tighten for a small moment before addressing the elf before him.&nbsp; “I am not certain if Aranrhod is around, as I informed her that we do not have a mission for a least a week.&nbsp; She may have decided that it was a good time to seek out her own entertainment…you do know how bored she can get at times.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 07:37:52</strong>
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				Aranrhod knew the dragon's name as Taleyah, one of the elder dragons that had been to served the knights, then the mages. The kin knew he had chosen to remain in his elven form for nearly three centuries now, but Aranrhod had never imagined she would in fact meet him. She prayed she didn't; how could one speak with a well known hero? She didn't realize of all places, and of all time she would meet him here in Solamnia. The last they had heard he held the ear of the King-priest of Istar. She was just glad he didn't know her as anything but one young silver who was rather fond of helping the knighthood. A young dragon who hadn't even chosen her form yet, who could barely form a coherent word, so tongue tied around her elder that she would scamper off like a silly hatchling every time she saw his wing coming.<br><br>"Ah, shy is she?" came the smooth words, as Taleyah bowed a greeting to her. his eyes never left her face though, narrowing speculatively as she bobbed awkwardly and avoided his gaze, clutching Kethis' arm before glancing up. Odd, he seemed to know him, but then Aranrhod hadn't been here a long time. perhaps? "I am called taleyah, young lady. And you are?" others might consider it rude, but Taleyah was a law unto himself. <br><br>"A-arien...wen..." she mumbled, ducking a quick bow, while edging closer to the doorway, nudging Kethis. <br><br>"Ah. Arienwen. A lovely name...silver, if I have my meaning right, is it?" he asked, walking the pair inside. Taleyah didn't seem inclined to abandon them just yet, despite kethis' apparent aloofness. He glanced at kethis, then at their joined hands, before narrowing his eyes once more. "Yes. it would seem our dear Aranrhod might seek out her own entertainment. i just hope the youngling is wise enough to know the...consequences of her actions." he bowed again and met kethis' eyes. "enjoy the feast, young knight. And... what's left of the evening." he turned then, and started to walk to his place at the long tables, before glancing back, a thoughtful " take every precaution..." as a goodbye. <br><br>Aranrhod shuddered, following the retreating elf's back, shuffling her feet as she mumbled a soft " I have heard elder Taleyah was very intuitive... but that..." she shuddered again and tugged at kethis' hand again. 'I have to be very careful around him... but I have a sinking sensation he has his suspicions." she mumbled, and sighed. she didn't even notice the stares the pair were now getting, both from the knights, the few other guest from both the clerics' and the city of palanthas. some of which were directed to her bare feet peeking out from under her robes. she turned and eyed a spot in one of the other tables, away from the crowd and tugged his arm, sniffing at the food already there. "let's sit there?" she asked, and without waiting for his reply, pulled him over... a smaller woman leading the larger knight along like a dog herding a bull. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 08:22:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unable to keep his thoughts from drifting back to when he was just a Knight of the Crown, Kethis’s mind turns a bit darker as the images of dying Knights filled his mind.&nbsp; Many good friends of his died that day, all in vain.&nbsp; They had been sent to take a small Keep that had been filled with Hobgoblins and a few ogres.&nbsp; It turned out that some minotaurs had fortified the Keep the week before, and the charge towards the walls was far more fatal than had been estimated.&nbsp; Only then, once the Keep was taken and cleared, had this elf…this ‘advisor’ to the Kingpriest had come in to tell them that the Keep was no longer an objective that needed to be taken.&nbsp; Its significance to the Kingpriest no longer mattered, as a pass to the south had been opened by the dwarves.&nbsp; All of his friends, dead, over a bit of land that now held no meaning to anyone other than the survivors.&nbsp; It was enough to make a man just more than slightly resentful towards this ‘elf’ standing before him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just barely listening to Taleyah as he speaks, it is only when he hears him mention Aranrhod does his attention turn fully to the conversation.&nbsp; Bowing his head once, Kethis keeps his fingers within Arienwen’s as he speaks.&nbsp; “I will be certain to pass along your message sir, even though I am in full confidence that Aranrhod will be perfectly safe.&nbsp; There is no real need to worry about her at all.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When they reach the small table that is a bit off to the side of the room, Kethis had been rather oblivious to any of the looks and stares that were in his direction.&nbsp; As well as blissfully ignorant of the ones directed towards her, otherwise he would have been more than tempted to say something to berate those who let their eyes linger for too long.&nbsp; The table is set for two, with a small silver domed tray in the middle that has just the cooling steam escaping from one of its sides where the dome does not sit flush with the tray.&nbsp; Walking with her to the chair, he careful disentangles his fingers from hers so that his hands can take a hold of the chair and pull it out.&nbsp; Waiting for her to take a seat, he helps scoot her in closer to the table in a gentlemanly fashion.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ah, this does smell good.”&nbsp; Seeming to ignore the previous conversation that had just occurred, Kethis pulls the dome from the tray as he walks around the table.&nbsp; Handing it off to a servant that seemed to appear from nowhere, he then moves to take his own seat across the table from her.&nbsp; Thankful that the chairs here were built with Knights in mind, the wood only creaks a tiny bit as his large frame settles down.&nbsp; Looking to the small cut of roast between them upon the tray, it is surrounded by vegetables of all sorts that look to be lightly spiced.&nbsp; Savoring the aroma for a long moment, his head bows to say a soft prayer.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Paladine, Kiri-Jolith.&nbsp; Please grant us your wisdom and patience for the coming days, your insight in all matters so that we may act in accordance to your wishes, and lastly please accept my thanks for the life that I live.&nbsp; It is with your guidance that I act, and by your mercy that I have found my companion.&nbsp; Est Sularus Oth Mithas.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 09:10:30</strong>
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				Aranrhod didn't know the simmering resentment between the elder dragon and her knight, assuming the awkward conversation was due to the fact that the gold was naturally suspicious, a rather eccentric trait for that Kin. she did try to comfort the knight though, tugging him once similar to the way she would playfully poke with her tail, then use it to wrap around his wrist to drag him against her. granted in her human form she could do no such thing... but she had hoped the thought was there. She also remained silent as they made their way to the table, acutely aware of the glances they received, and the awkward way her feet keep kicking out like a young colt. Once she had even overheard one of those well gowned, perfumed courtiers of of the other knights whisper to another as they sat down making her frown at the words.<br><br>"I didn't know sir Kethis de Sulthen has a woman..."<br><br>"Oh he doesn't. lady Catarina had been pining over him for many months but he just doesn't seem to notice."<br><br>"Oh? perhaps that girl--"<br><br>"Really. She looks like a peasant. Did you see her bare feet? sir kethis would never bother with a bumpkin."<br><br>there was a titter, which she struggled to ignore as she half listened to Kethis' prayer, hands on her lap, head tilting to the side as she glanced at the other knights who ate and drank. Hmm... perhaps they had finished theirs? She awkwardly followed his lead, clasping her own hands, though... being closer to the god than humans, she was in a bit of a lost as to how to pray to the platinum dragon when he spoke to them directly. She was worrying about that little philosophical problem when she had heard another whisper, this time from the throng of footmen drinking. perhaps they had started early, for from what she could hear -- she just wasn't sure which direction it was coming from-- they werent guarding their words.<br><br>"how about that one?"<br><br>"what one?"<br><br>"the short one seated with lord de Sulthen."<br><br>"never saw that one before."<br><br>There were chortles as they continued their conversation, aranrhod glancing around to finally find them, half hidden in the alcove near the garden doors, a group of three with once of the courtesans she once caught in her loft. in fact... she squinted, then turned away, blinking with a flush of embarrassed curiosity as she realized it was the same woman. With a different man. And she was on his lap.<br><br>"good hips for breeding that one...meat on her bones too..."<br><br>"yeah... i'd sink my teeth in those tits..."<br><br>"don't be rue, we have a lady in our midst.<br><br>the conversation was followed by more chortling, as aranrhod squirmed in her chair, eyeing the praying knight before glancing back at the four. the other two had left already, but the man the courtesan was using as a chair was more than happy to remain. under the guise of conversing she saw her hand slip under the table, and did things that made her both wonder... and squirm in her chair, feeling oddly hot. She looked up. No... the weather didn't turn. She glanced back at them... and bit her lower lip, unable to look away. when the female's hand slid inside the man's breeches Aranrhod nearly choked, hiding her flush behind a goblet of wine she downed without even tasting, then glanced long at kethis. Well... maybe....right?<br><br>Not entirely certain of the protocol of interrupting a man in prayer and slid her hand under the table, then frowned as she realized she was seated a bit further away than the pair she was watching, and shifted, sliding her feet under the cloth that covered the wood, hiding their feet effectively. she took advantage of her new pair, sensitive as they were, and reached out with her right foot, letting it wiggle experimentally in the air before wincing as she stubbed a toe against the underside of his chair before she finally managed to wiggle it up, and rested it against him, between his legs, blinking once with a thoughtful " ...hmm... " glancing back at the pair by the alcove.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 04:35:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his head bowed through the prayer, Kethis has his eyes closed and mind focused upon the thoughts and words coming from his mouth.&nbsp; Thanking the gods for much, it is just a simple prayer to him that takes a few moments to complete.&nbsp; Not having caught the words from the various courtesans about the lovely lady upon his arm, he does however finish his prayer in time to feel the foot that is running up his leg.&nbsp; Widening his eyes all of a sudden, he looks across the table with a shocked and almost confused expression upon his face as her foot touches his inner thigh.&nbsp; Holding her gaze for a long moment, he actually does not seem to know what to say for a moment as his legs close.&nbsp; Trapping her foot there, he swallows very noticeably before letting his legs go slack again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning his head to catch the eye of one of the servants passing by, he lifts a hand to get the man’s attention.&nbsp; As the servant walks over, Kethis spares a little look to Arienwen, before curling his finger for the servant to come in close.&nbsp; Speaking in a soft tone himself, Kethis makes certain however that it is loud enough for both her and the footmen that were nearby to hear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Good sir, I would like for you to carry a message for me if you would.&nbsp; To the men standing there, who thought it a good idea to compare a Knight’s Lady to some common woman.&nbsp; It would rather behoove them to understand that I not only heard their words, but once I am done eating?&nbsp; I shall not only be searching for them, but wishing to issue my intent to meet in the dueling ring tomorrow morning.&nbsp; And if they might not know just who I am, I am Sir Kethis deSulthen, a Knight of the Sword and one graced with the honor of a dragon at his side.&nbsp; Should they, in the very small chance defeat me in the ring?&nbsp; I will lay no claims to my dear companion Aranrhod’s actions.”&nbsp; Pausing for a moment to let his words sink in, to both the servant and the footmen, Kethis’s eyes look over to where the men are standing.&nbsp; “If in the off chance that I am unable to find them once my meal is finished, then I will be most happy to receive a written apology underneath the door to my quarters.”&nbsp; Smiling in the direction of the men, he gives just the tiniest nods of his head to let the servant scamper off and deliver the message.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning his attention back to Arienwen, his eyes go a bit wide again as he feels her foot still there.&nbsp; Thankful at least that the anger he felt towards those men kept his mind occupied for long enough to distract him, he masks reaching underneath the table cloth with a motion of placing a napkin onto his lap.&nbsp; Grabbing a hold of her foot, he very gently places it on the outside of his thigh and on his chair.&nbsp; Not moving her foot away from him, he more is putting it into a place that is not going to make his leather trousers so very tight…as quickly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Are you enjoying the wine?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 07:30:16</strong>
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				It was an interesting start to dinner, Aranrhod looking about after she had managed to pull her gaze from that dark little corner of the hall. Brave people, those pair were, doing what they did in a place where they could get caught by just about anyone. She made note of their position before she finally deigned the rest of the hall, and their table the attention it so richly deserved. It was at the moment when her eyes met Kethis that she blinked, momentarily confused by the look on his face. What? Shouldn't she have lifted her foot that way? She quickly glanced back and frowned. No, probably not, that woman was using her hand afterall. <br><br>When he noticed her foot, after that very warm moment when he momentarily trapped it between his thighs, which made her tingle and choke back an odd, nervous giggle, she forced herself to pay attention to the food. The music had started, and not a few pairs had started the formal dance, more a performance than a casual twirl. Aranrhod looked interested, but not greatly so. She had turned to eye her plate, leaning low to sniff at each individual pieces without touching them, before she picked a carrot up between thumb and forefinger and started nibbling on it the way a curious and wary animal would. She was on her third by the time Kethis had called the server over.<br><br>She listened with mounting interest, eyes sparkling with amusement at the very formal, yet threat filled words, snickering as she chased something round and smooth around her plate with her fingers before capturing it, eyeing it then popping it into her mouth. She looked delighted as the chewing proved it to be some sort of sweet, not tocing the scathing, amused glances of the well coifed women. Afterall, Arienwen, to them.. was a bumpkin who didn't even know how to use a fork. She was more intent on the promise that she might get to scare another sorry foot soldier the very next day. She waited until the server left, and tilted her head at Kethis, grinning. "i get to play, tomorrow too?" she asked, then blinked, frowning as he moved her foot away.<br><br>After a moment.... *brush* the foot was back, Aranrhod going so far as tugging her chair forward to reach better, another quick glance at the pair before she experimentally pressed her foot down, the soft sole brushing against parts best left unnamed at the moment, glowering a threat at her rider. "Be still, I'm trying to see why that man over there keeps moaning." she whispered, then glanced away again, canting her head as she followed the woman's caressing hands...well, using a different body part. But Aranrhod was resourceful. And she curled her foot, the way that woman cupped her hand. "hmm..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 09:47:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping just a bit of attention upon the servant as he lets his eyes look back to Arienwen again.&nbsp; Smiling as he notices her eat things with her hands, he actually doesn’t care a bit as she chases around a little potato for a moment, before finally picking it up.&nbsp; The servant by now has walked over to the footmen, and is as pale as a ghost as he delivers the message.&nbsp; Keeping just a bit more attention upon those goings on now, Kethis makes certain that the footmen know that he is paying attention to him.&nbsp; One of the men there straightens up and sets his shoulders, while the other two go pale.&nbsp; Lifting their hands to keep their friend from marching over to settle the matter here and now, it seems that reason prevails for the moment as the two drag their friend off and away from the dining hall.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Letting out something of a little sigh, it is not certain whether or not it is relief or pleasure now as Kethis looks back across the table to her.&nbsp; With her foot moving along his leg, he really has no excuse to reach under the table cloth again without drawing suspicion.&nbsp; So instead, he tries his best to shift his legs and hips to have his erection not so very obvious through his pants.&nbsp; Really the movements were in vain, as under her toes she could feel a rather long and rigid part of him pressing up from between his legs to cause the leather of his pants to strain a bit.&nbsp; Easily as wide as three of her fingers, she would not be able to gauge a full length of it from how he was sitting.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Arienwen, that is not how you should act at the table…”&nbsp; Hissing the words out under his breath, he tries to keep a straight face, although she could see that while his words were protesting…his eyes were not really.&nbsp; “Those are acting in a lewd manner that does not become them, of his station.”&nbsp; Only sparing the littlest glance in the direction that she has been staring towards, he had a rather good idea as to what they were doing.&nbsp; Even if he did not know the exact details of where the lady’s hand was.&nbsp; “You may get to play tomorrow, if the two are not able to persuade their friend as to the nature of his error.&nbsp; And only then, if he is able to best me in the ring.&nbsp; Of which, I doubt he has what it takes.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 10:09:31</strong>
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				Aranrhod swore the first time she reach with her foot, all she felt what fabric and the wood of the seat, so what was she feeling now. She blinked, staring with wide, confused eyes at Kethis, watching him glance quickly at the pair she had been watching and almost distractedly picked up what appeared to be a pile of greens with a slightly sweet-sour smell. She chewed at it, winced and swallowed anyway, chasing the grassy taste away with whatever was in the second goblet. Turned out it was some sort of sweet wine, and Aranrhod, having never had wine before downed it the way she had the water. <br><br>Finally sated, and no longer feeling like a grass-eater, she continued picking at the food, even as she stared at Kethis, tilting her head at his words. She was so intent on his reaction she even ignored how he said she could play and about error. She wasn't sure what error he meant though, since as a dragon... human insults were completely lost to her. So she asked what was more obvious, as he glanced back at the pair again, the sole of her foot following the outline with a curious brush, brush of her foot. <br><br>"It's not?" she asked, eyes gleaming with the playfulness of the silver. "Picking on the food?" she asked innocently, even as she curled her foot again. Oh my, she might just be a quick learner afterall. "Lewd? Is it?" she asked, and glanced at the pair, blinking at the dim shadows there. "They seem to be enjoying themselves. Is it not part of the festivities?" she asked again and pulled her foot long enough, wiggling it. "Amazing... my foot is sensitive." she said matter of factly, though her eyes seem to be enjoying his reaction. Evil dragon. <br><br>"Look." she said, and moved her foot back, now joined by the other, toes rubbing in just a small spot on either side of the outline she could feel. "Kethis, is this normal?" she asked innocently, and looked away, a small secret smile making her lip twitch. "I was sure I told you I have been to a mating dance before... never chose a mate but..." she looked back at him in all innocence, and pressed soft soles against him. "I know what this is..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 10:22:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Arienwen picked and chewed upon the vegetables in front of her, Kethis used the little break to actually get a little food in his own stomach.&nbsp; Taking large bites from the roast, he quickly chews and swallows them before cutting the small potatoes in half.&nbsp; Not bothering to cut them down anymore, he pops half of it into his mouth before chewing.&nbsp; Looking across the table to her, he shifts just a little again so that her foot now is more upon his thigh.&nbsp; Trying to at least keep from appearing as if he is wiggling in his seat, he is only making little adjustments to how he sits.&nbsp; Which in the end, only prove to align his length with her foot even more.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When she speaks of having been to a mating dance, and knowing just what her foot was on, he fixes her with a long stare.&nbsp; Not harsh by any means, it is more looking at her as he thinks of just what he wishes to say.&nbsp; Setting down his own fork now, he reaches over to take the glass of wine that has been set for him and sips at it while he composes his thoughts.&nbsp; Finally though, his voice comes out softly and only for her to hear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Arienwen, I said before that you are beautiful.&nbsp; There is no need to try and tempt me, with what you may do.&nbsp; As…&nbsp; I will be blunt, I am already yours if you would have me.&nbsp; There is no need for you to try and prove another thing, but yes.&nbsp; I know what that is as well, and it is because of you it is there.&nbsp; No other.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 12:17:27</strong>
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				She was enjoying herself for some reason. Perhaps it was the look of shock on her rider, the discomfort of keeping something that other people didn't see, but somehow she understood why that she had seen that woman in two different, and relatively risky places already. Why she would have more than one mate was something she couldn't understand though, then again she had already been told humans are humans... and despite what they may say, one must not judge them at a standard that wasn't human. Aranrhod was still trying to understand that herself. She did ease the teasing as Kethis chewed, and almost accidentally adjusted his seat to press more snugly against her foot, making her choke on her drink. She felt herself flush, and for a moment her toes curled more in reaction rather than any actual teasing, staring wide eyed at the knight.<br><br>He didn't speak, simply looked at her, and despite herself, Aranrhod flushed, feeling shy and odd all of a sudden, as if something was about to happen...the same feeling when a storm was on the horizon. "Kethis?" she asked softly, as he seemed to gather his thoughts, leaning forward a little. In the table above a dais, where the leaders of the three orders sat with those who represented mages, clerics and dragons, one watched one pair more than any others in the hall. It was taleyah, and under the guise of eating he narrowed his eyes and watched the pair, unnoticed.<br><br>His words rendered the dragon lady speechless, blinking once as her entire body went motionless. She looked as if she was stunned, and for a moment she seemed to be making her mind up whether to be shocked or delighted at his words. Then she leaned forward, dropping her foot in every sign of sudden worry, mingled with one that seemed to say it was the most marvelous thing she had heard off, her voice a low hiss. It was the same tone she used when she was worried.. and when she got trapped between the rocks.<br><br>"Don't say that Kethis!" she whispered, eyes wide. "You know well saying that kind of thing is not allowed." her tone changed then, scolding, and had she been in her draconic form she would have been tapping her claw on the ground, or swishing her tail in agitation. Sometimes she wondered what the knight was thinking, saying things that both made her feel as if they weren't different species... made her want to stay by his side as long as he wanted her to... and yet at the same time made her want to bash him over the head with her tail.<br><br>"Don't forget Huma..." the words were torn from her throat, as if she didn't want her practically and the well seeded lessons by the kin to interrupt the ridiculous romantic sensations she was feeling... but...she looked away, pursing her lips, her toes curling as she tucked her legs against her chair, and picked up a piece of fruit, though she couldn't bring herself to even eat it. Finally she set it down, and glanced back at him through downcast lashes. <br><br>"but..." she mumbled, voice soft, "perhaps I'm guilty too. I remained here afterall... because of you...because I don't want anyone else for a mate..." then she turned away, as if too embarrassed to continue the conversation, which was when she saw the eyes that watched them, narrowing them as she stared right back at taleyah, pretending she was having trouble making out who was seated at the dais. She did saw the way his lips moved though... and she thought it said ' forbidden...' and she turned away, frowning as she focused instead on her plate. Forbidden her tail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 21:41:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Almost thankful that he foot has dropped from his lap, he at the same time is disappointed that she is no longer touching him.&nbsp; Actually wanting her to do so, it more was just that he did not wish to cause a scene here than to have her not pressing to him.&nbsp; Still fully pressing against the soft leather of his pants, his arousal was not dying down for the moment, and thus he was trapped at the table for the time being.&nbsp; Remaining in his seat, he does lean back a tiny bit to at least try to get more comfortable now.&nbsp; Reaching down to his lap, his fingers spare a moment to adjust himself before bringing the napkin upwards to dab at the corner of his lips.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Seeming a bit rebuked by her words, Kethis sits there in silence for a long moment.&nbsp; Never dropping his gaze from hers as he remains quiet, it is only when he speaks that his eyes fall down to his plate.&nbsp; Barely nodding as he does speak, his hands move to place the napkin back upon his lap.&nbsp; “I see…&nbsp; I should not have said anything, as you say, it is forbidden.”&nbsp; Seeming to not really listen to her other words however, he is focusing more upon the fact that she reacted so poorly at his admission to her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking to his plate once again, he lets out something of a sigh as his shoulders drop a tiny bit.&nbsp; Staying seated though, he shakes his head just a tiny bit before pushing his chair out from under the table.&nbsp; Thankful at least that he is not pressing against his pants as much as he had been a few moments ago, he takes the napkin from his lap and places it on the table.&nbsp; Standing up now, he looks over towards one of the servants to get their attention.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Sir, I will be taking a bit of wine to my room.&nbsp; It seems that my appetite is not what I thought it was, however do please convey my thanks to the cooks.&nbsp; The meal was wonderful.”&nbsp; Bowing his head to the servant, Kethis looks back to Arienwen now as she sits there.&nbsp; “I offer my apologies for speaking out of turn, and will see you upon the morning.&nbsp; Please enjoy your meal.”&nbsp; With that said, he turns slowly and is making his way out of the dining hall.&nbsp; Paying no attention to those little whispers behind his back, he continues to walk towards the door until he has opened it and left the room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 09:18:24</strong>
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				Aranrhod wasn't exactly sure what happened, but all of a sudden the easiness they had at the beginning of the meal dissipated. And she had a strange, heavy sensation that told her it was her fault. "Kethis? That's not... I mean.." she began, watching him lean back, look distant and finally stand up. She shifted and started to rise to follow, but stopped as he turned away without even telling her to go with him, and feeling a heaviness in her heart, sank back into her seat.<br><br>"Kethis?" she called out, lost as he went out the door without a glance back and pursed her lips, hardly noticing the sneering whispers as she was abandoned at their table. "now what?" she mumbled, clasping her hands together and wondering why they were trembling, before jumping slightly as one of the females got brave enough to walk over under the guise of bumping against her chair, a hissed " no country bumpkin will be able to win sir Kethis' heart. Especially not a peasant." before she walked out as well, her friends snickering evilly before continuing with the meal. At that moment Aranrhod felt like snapping her teeth on some skinny humans for a change.. but remained seated. <br><br>"Is this seat taken?" came the question, and she looked up, paling as she realized who was there. Taleyah didn't even wait for a response, taking up the seat Kethis abandoned before leaning forward, pouring wine into her goblet and whispering softly. "You are the silver, Aranrhod. Do you think you can fool me?" She paled, and looked down at her hands, before Taleyah leaned back, watching her for a long moment. 'Aren't you going to follow your knight?"<br><br>"I... can't."<br><br>"Ah. I see your generation had been well warned against those kinds of association then." she looked up sharply at his words, and blinked as she saw a slight, calculating smile on his features. "Elder?" she asked, confused and wary, as taleyah sipped thoughtfully at his wine. Finally he spoke again. "I've been around humans and elves for centuries youngling... I was already hatched when the story of Huma reached the Silver mountains. Him and his very own mount." he tilted his head at her, as she forced herself to blink. "it's a pity you've been thought to be wary against it... your knight seem to have a fondness despite knowing your truth, unlike Gwyneth's." He stood then and walked away, Aranrhod unable to stop herself from rising and following behind, foot kicking out every third step.<br><br>"Elder wait!" she paused, outside the door, where the 'elf' waited. "Elder... it's...forbidden..." "Oh I know." he smiled secretly. 'Then why?" "because sometimes... not everything that's right and proper can make you happy, and not everything that's forbidden.. is evil. Perhaps even your knight will understand that... when he thinks about a certain decision from the past he still holds a grudge against." at that taleyah bowed slightly and turned away, walking down the hall with a final " ...you should practice your form. You're prancing around as if you still walk on all fours." then an amused "I'll send over some clothes. But make sure to visit your stall from time to time. Oh... and i believe de Sulten's rooms are in the north wing." and disappeared around the corner.<br><br>Aranrhod just stared, dumbstruck by the sudden changed of events. "What a strange gold...."<br><br>=============================================================================<br><br>Midnight. Or perhaps... near dawn.<br><br>There was a soft breeze outside the north wings, dust and leaves rising off the balconies there as if sifted by huge wings. There was a faint thump outside, a soft growl not coming from human throat before it was drowned out by the sounds of boots and slippers, of armors clinking as knights came and went along the hall outside the door. It was a good thing whatever was out in the balcony didn't choose to wander about. the drapes rustled, making flames from candles and fireplace shudder for a moment before bowing out completely, snuffed by the air that puff in. So it was true... the tower never truly slept.<br><br>"Keeethis..." came the soft hiss, barely even a whisper, as if whoever called the name didn't really want to wake him. It was followed by what appeared to be a serpentine head, easing inside, the room illuminated by the faint cast of the eyes of the creature, glowing like a cat's. Odder still was the fog that formed... lingered, then faded, the head disappearing, replaced by a shadow. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 10:09:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once outside the dining hall, Kethis lets out a long and drawn out sigh.&nbsp; Standing in the doorway for at least a minute, he really was not caring if his large frame blocked another’s path at this moment.&nbsp; In truth, by the look on his face, he actually seemed to wish for someone to speak an unwanted word in his direction as he starts walking down the hallway.&nbsp; Thankfully for the others around him, nobody says a thing and many in fact go out of their way to give him room.&nbsp; With his thoughts spinning and raging, he is berating himself for even daring to think that something could come from any of this.&nbsp; He knew the tales, dragons are not human.&nbsp; They do not think like humans, and certainly do not react like humans would.&nbsp; Still, these do no offer him much consolation as he cannot help but feel the sting of rejection in his heart.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While many others believe Sir Kethis deSulthen to be daft, oblivious, or if some rumors were correct…interested in men; he actually was not any of these.&nbsp; He knew of the Lady Catarina and her efforts to draw his attention, he knew of the Lord Vanetri’s plan to have Kethis meet and become betrothed to the Lord’s daughter.&nbsp; Kethis was not oblivious to the efforts and political moving’s that occur, but instead chose to ignore what he could.&nbsp; He did not care for the Lady Catarina, as to him, she was a spoiled brat that only cared for his status within the Knighthood.&nbsp; And since Kethis had long ago made up his mind that he would never leave the Knights of the Sword, the thought of listening to someone harp upon him to aspire to more was not within his ideals of ‘fun’, let alone what he wished in a wife.&nbsp; The daughter of Lord Vanetri was a lovely lady, Kethis had to admit, but without a thought in his head.&nbsp; And ultimately, not worth his time.&nbsp; The other ladies and fathers who had tried to gather Kethis’s interest over the years had all failed, or been gently rebuked in fashions that left the lady and her family without any shame or mark upon them.&nbsp; It really was the least he could do, since he was just not interested in any of them.&nbsp; Instead, his interest had always been with the Knighthood and what assistance he could provide to others.&nbsp; That was, until recently.&nbsp; Lately his thoughts have been occupied by nothing more than a growing care for his Aranrhod, and wishing to be in her company more and more.&nbsp; Now, this care was coupled with an instant attraction to her human form…which somehow was carrying over to her draconic form.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking his head slowly, he tries to clear these thoughts from his head.&nbsp; Finding himself before the door to his quarters, he pauses there to wonder just exactly how he ended up here; navigating the hallways while his mind was utterly elsewhere.&nbsp; Deciding to not think about that too much, he fishes out the key to his room and unlocks it.&nbsp; Inside is a small room, little more than a common room with a bedroom off to the side through an archway.&nbsp; Once inside his room and the door locked behind him, Kethis sets about slowly removing his armor.&nbsp; Setting each piece of it carefully onto a stand, he is soon standing in only a pair of loose cotton pants in the middle of his common area.&nbsp; Having not had much planned for the night, he goes about working on a few tasks of his own before heading off to bed.&nbsp; <br><br>===============================================================================================================<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Waking up to the sound of his name being whispered, Kethis said a little mental prayer to Paladine for blessing him with never having slept too deeply in his life.&nbsp; Reaching under his pillow, the glint of steel in the moonlight can be seen as he draws out a rather large dagger from its sheath there.&nbsp; Not making a sound, his head lifts up from the pillow to stare into the darkness of his room, waiting for a shadow or something else to alert him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 10:27:35</strong>
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				<em>It was a long boring day that nearly became a disaster of an evening. Aranrhod, abandoned by her rider alone in the dining hall without anyone but the gold to tell her what to do had wandered about the tower, until she was cornered by a group of young radicals, children of nobles that had given much in assistance, whether by arms or people to the greater cause. Therefore their children had been tolerated in the few times that the tower was opened up for feasts. Unfortunately for Aranrhod, this group was of those who were drunk enough she could smell them from a mile away, making her wish she had her tail. And rude it appeared. And that foot soldier was playing guide, or perhaps ringleader.<br><br>"Well now what do we have here. It's that girl..."<br><br>"ahh... yes, look at that little thing." cooed another,making Aranrhod stiffen, grinding her teeth in irritation. "the peasant whore that accompanied de Sulthen."<br><br>The foot soldier sneered, swaying over before righting himself and snorted. "I was right the first time. Breed like cow... strong like ox... hitch to plow when ox dies..." he snorted and chuckled nastily, before reaching forward. "Give us a kiss there, pet..."<br><br>Oh! so this form wasn't entirely useless. Aranrhod didn't know what happened, but she moved instinctively, kicking out, knee to shin, then foot to groin before she clomped off, chased by drunken sots that could hardly keep up. Since she didn't know the area she went back the way she had come in, through the ramparts... and the way the drunks chortled said they would be trapping her there. Too bad. Aranrhod didn't want to play. And she wasn't hungry for meat soaked in alcohol. So by the time they came out, there was nothing but fog, the icy steps frosting slightly... and the peasant girl was gone.<br></em><br><br>She snorted softly, remembering that particular part of the evening, and promised herself she'd scold Kethis for leaving her there. Just because there were knights around didn't mean stupid drunks would behave. Her head, still half hidden by fog slid around the entrance of the room, her bulk, the larger portion of it hovering outside the balcony... kind of like a cat trying to fit itself in through a small hole. "Keeeethis..." she hissed again, moving her head through the door, and blinked as her eyes illuminated the knight. "oh, you're up..." she hissed, her own form of whisper, and started to slither her head forward and froze.<br><br>She stare at the far wall, and outside, had anyone dared look up to see, they'd bve seeing a large, silver dragon ass stuck through the doorway, its tail swishing as it shimmied in an attempt to free itself. Inside, she blinked, and eyed kethis, paling... if one would know when a dragon pales. "Kethis... I....I'm stuck..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 10:41:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he suddenly realizes who it is, Kethis sits up slowly in his bed.&nbsp; Not even thinking about what he is wearing, or rather the lack of what he is wearing, his legs slip out from underneath the fur blanket upon his bed.&nbsp; With the blanket covering his waist and thighs, he reveals that he is not wearing a shirt, nor long pants.&nbsp; The dagger remains in his hand for a moment longer, before he leans over to slide it back into the sheath under his pillow.&nbsp; Sitting on the edge of his bed, his head cants a bit to the right as he watches her there.&nbsp; Trying his best to not laugh now, the corners of his lips are never the less tugging upwards into a growing smile.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Speaking in a soft voice, he knows that his voice will not be heard by anyone even if he should speak at a normal tone, it still just seems appropriate to him to whisper at this hour of the night.&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly, he is trying his best to keep the mirth out of his voice.&nbsp; “Aranrhod…&nbsp; What are you doing?”&nbsp; Standing up after speaking, he reveals just exactly what he wears to bed when not on the battlefield.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; Standing in the ray of moonlight, he reveals his muscular and bare chest that tapers down into his hips.&nbsp; With his muscles defined by all the work he does, along with the armor that he wears on a near constant basis, he has just a little bit of hair around his groin.&nbsp; Revealing a thick length, he is not erect at the moment but still she would be able to see his entire form as a ray of moonlight catches him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Place your hands on the window sill if you can, and change shapes.&nbsp; I will move to the side here, to catch your hand as you pull yourself into the room.&nbsp; I think that is the only way you are going to get out of this, without tearing a hole in my room.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 10:57:46</strong>
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				She watched him sit up and narrowed her eyes, despite being ridiculously glad that he seemed to be in a better mood, her current predicament didn't provide her with alot of humor to work with. She shifted and shimmied again, edging her head and tried to turn to glance behind her, which.. in the narrow space... really didn't work at all. "i just realize that it would have been a better idea had I changed forms before I tried to come in..." she muttered, and tugged a little harder. Outside her wing could be heard scraping against the stones, and the groaning of the arches. <br><br>She froze again. ".... this is no not dwarven made..." she muttered, turned and opened her mouth to continue, and froze. both the glow in her eyes and the faint light from solinari, now dipping low in the horizon, with lunitari following closely bathed him in a soft light.. that made her stare shamelessly. Even that unwanted little peek at the bodies in the dragon wings could not compare to what she could see at the moment. She ducked her head a little, and blinked once, the sound like the scraping of rock against blade... before...<br><br>"You're naked!"<br><br>That came out loud. Perhaps dangerously so, Aranrhod in her surprise hitting her head against the top edge of his doorway before her hind legs and claws could be heard shuffling outside. That seemed to have dislodged her though, as she hurried wiggled and shimmied backward, slipped and let out a draconic growl of dismay as she started to slip down and out of the room, and off her perch, unable to unfurl her wings. Thankfully she had started the transformation, and perhaps the near panic sped it up. Fog, cool air that filled his room and surrounded him, fading the dragon's form from sight, before...<br><br>"Ack! Slipping! Slipping!" came the half yell, the fog fading to reveal empty space. Inside that is. Outside...a very small woman, very naked, and clinging to window for dear life kicked out, eyes wide. "Ack-- no claws!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 07:13:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Starting to react to her words of him being nude, Kethis’s hands were quickly moving to cover his waist as she starts to struggle and lash about.&nbsp; Wincing as her head hits the top of the archway; his movements are strong and sure as he dashes towards her shrinking form.&nbsp; No longer thinking about his current state of undress, he finds himself standing at his window with the light of Solinari streaming down upon his bare skin.&nbsp; Looking quickly downwards, there is a clear look of concern upon his face as his hands wrap around her wrists.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I have you.”&nbsp; Speaking the words softly, they seem to almost convey more than just his grip upon her as he hefts her upwards.&nbsp; Lifting her up with only a small grunt, his muscles flex and bulge as he pulls her upwards and then inside his window.&nbsp; Stepping back in the process, he pulls the both of them out of direct view from anyone outside, but still within a little beam of moonlight.&nbsp; Keeping his grip upon her wrists after pulling her in the window, he doesn’t count for her now touching the ground, and ends up pulling her body tightly to his.&nbsp; Skin to skin now, she can feel his taught frame pressed to hers, without a single thing between them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Aranrhod…”&nbsp; Only speaking her name in a hushed tone, the word trails off in a breathy little huff as he catches his breath after the burst of adrenaline leaves him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 07:04:27</strong>
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				She didn't think she would be afraid of heights, until the moment before Kethis had pulled her up. No wonder anyone without wings were uncomfortable dragonback. She probably would feel the same way if she had been trapped in such an unwieldy form. She kicked once, toe stubbed against the cooled wall, before she was lifted clear from damp and draft to something lean, warm.. and very male. If the height and the threat of a rather painful drop from the north wing had made her breath huff out of her in worry and admittedly-- dread... the knight that now held her in his arms presented an equally dangerous threat, of a different sort. She sucked in a breath, sounding like a cross between a hiss and a gasp, as she felt her body slide up from cold stone to warm body, pressed close against it, and tensed, not daring to move.<br><br>"kethis?" she asked softly, in a stupefied response to her name on his lips, and slowly looked up, lashed looking almost ridiculously long in the shadows, a trick played by the faint moonlight. what wasn't a trick was the way her body came alive in his arms, so very aware of every inch of her body brushing, pressed up against him. acutely aware of each breath he took, and of his scent...she didn't dare move her arms from having held on to his own as he lifted her, not for lack of trying. She just felt so boneless... and suddenly... warm. And she needed to say something, anything... to ease the building heat, she feared she was going to burst into flames... starting with her face. and she was.. in the dim light her skin was flushed, a blush forming from cheeks down to her neck, shoulders.. and lower, disappearing down into their pressed bodies as she laughed in vain.. and faintly....<br><br>"i...i didnt know how to get to your rooms from the hall... so i flew. And...and.." she swallowed slowly, unable to meet his eyes, and unable to stop herself from shifting a little, and seemed to melt as more skin touched. "...I...forgot..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 07:30:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You could have asked…”&nbsp; It was a simple rebuke, and certainly not spoken in any tone that would actually offend.&nbsp; More, he kept his voice in a soft whisper, almost as if fearing that speaking any louder would break the moment that they have currently.&nbsp; Still holding her wrists and forearms in his wide palms, he has loosened his grip on her enough so that he will not leave any bruises or marks on her beautiful skin.&nbsp; As the heat between them rises, she can feel his own skin starting to warm with her pressing against him.&nbsp; As well, there is just a bit of other growth now, as his body starts to react to hers.&nbsp; Still not pulling away from her, his fingers unclench from around her wrists and instinctively move to rest upon the curves of her hip.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Why did you want to come here?”&nbsp; It was a simple question really, and it is spoken in his deep voice.&nbsp; But the tone seems to carry more than just asking her why she is here, but more why does she wish to be here.&nbsp; With him, this late at night.&nbsp; Most business could have waited until the morning, but if she has come to him so late, it must be something important, and he clearly understands that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 07:54:53</strong>
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				she swallowed, not quite sure why it became so much harder to speak. She who was so secure and confident in herself, a given gift to every one of the draconic blood was unsure of herself. She felt small, helpless... and unsure. And yet... and yet... "I would have... but you stormed off..." she answered, in a small voice, glancing at his hands as if drawn to them. When he moved it from her wrist to her hips she jerked once, as if electricity had passed between them, from his fingers to her body. She looked up them, eyes widening,&nbsp; a brief memory of a stolen kiss in the moonlight, a teasing caress under the table.. and older memories, stolen peeks at lovers above a loft, in the shadows... and now, this. And for the first time, Aranrhod understood just why some of her kind wanted to remain in this form, to want mates not of their own species...it was magic older perhaps than the dragons themselves, and she was afraid she was caught in it.<br><br>Finally...<br><br>"This..." she mumbled, body quivering, praying she could stay with him like this forever, but knowing that once the sun came up, they must go on as dragon and rider. But tonight maybe... before dawn came... "I came here for this..." she whispered, and dared to move. It was like wading through warm honey, feeling his body against hers as she leaned up, toes curling...blinking as she leaned up and forward, and pressed her lips against his. A kiss... if nothing else, she wanted this...freeing her arms to slid up along his own, up his shoulders, and around his neck, the gesture causing her to almost, but not quite dangle in his embrace, the shift making her body pressed against his completely, shiver... and...<br><br>'just this....' and closed her eyes, sinking against his kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 08:28:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Feeling the little same shock as his fingers touch the soft curves of her hip, his body subconsciously leans further into her.&nbsp; With his chest pressing against her breasts, he is flattening them just a bit between them.&nbsp; Causing her nipples to nearly drag a little along his muscular chest, she can then feel his own reaction to her being so close.&nbsp; While earlier she might not have been able to feel the length of his thick manhood, now she would be presented with the feeling of his length growing against her.&nbsp; First touching her thigh, she can then feel the flared head of his manhood grow and run upwards along her leg.&nbsp; Traveling up, his length is soon threatening to press in between her legs as the tip follows the curve of her wonderful thigh.&nbsp; Trying his best to not pay attention to just how his body is responding to her, his eyes remain upon her as she speaks.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I stormed off….yes…”&nbsp; Seeming as if he was going to say more then, his words are cut short as she speaks what she is here for.&nbsp; Looking at her, he is trying to keep his face rather impassive, but she can see far more in his eyes.&nbsp; Care, concern, lust, perhaps even stronger feelings for her all somehow manage to be in his eyes as he looks down towards her.&nbsp; When she leans up and touches her lips to his, shock enters his eyes for just a brief second before they close.&nbsp; Keeping his lips pressed to hers, only a little murmur of approval escapes him as she speaks her words.&nbsp; Leaning down into her body, his head tilts a little to the right as his lips find hers again.&nbsp; Parting his lips a little, his tongue flits out to touch her lips before trying to make its way past them as his hands move from her hips.&nbsp; Slipping around to her back now, she is engulfed by his arms as he tightens his embrace upon her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 08:52:06</strong>
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				She was drowning, not in water, but in heat. she didn't realize just how sensitive her body could be without scales, without armor...but it was. she could feel every inch of her skin, every inch of his body as he leaned down and enveloped her, felt him stirring against her, making her gasp as she pulled back from their kiss, her eyes wide as she mumbled a nervous.. ' yes...y-you stormed off. i thought... I thought you were angry." it wasn't what she meant to say... what she wanted to say. She wanted to not talk, to simply feel. or rather, she wanted to tell him the obvious things, which at the moment were the only things her poor brain could form. she didn't move away from his kiss for long though, as she leaned up again, gazing into his face as he closed his eyes and returned her kiss. Again. And again. she gasped.<br><br>"K-kethis... what's going on?" came the breathless whisper, like him... unwilling to break the moment, awed by the dreamy languor that took over her body...and the heat. never forget the heat. the hands around his neck slid down, brushing his hair, his jaw... his cheek, her lips parting in response to his. She jumped, her reaction making her skin tingle, goosebumps forming on her skin as she felt his tongue and let out a soft, fascinated laugh. "you licked me..." she mumbled, and finally closed her eyes, returning that gentle exploration with one of her own, tongue trailing along his lower lip, tasting him as one hand slid down from cheek back to shoulder, then shoulder to chest, fingertips curiosuly exploring his chest...and in turn.. brushed a finger over a nipple. <br><br>"kethis... parts of you are getting...stiff..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 09:28:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I…&nbsp; I was…&nbsp; What you said, right after…how you reacted…”&nbsp; Still speaking softly, his words are punctuated by little pauses as if he was trying to keep his breath steady as he speaks.&nbsp; His voice has managed to drop in pitch a bit, so that his normally deep voice is more a rumble through his chest as he speaks.&nbsp; Feeling his words just as much as hearing them, she would also feel his body react even more against her.&nbsp; Now fully erect, his long and thick shaft tucks its self in between her legs to press along her womanhood.&nbsp; Feeling the heat coming from his loins, she can feel his robust length slide up her thigh and then press forwards as his hips move a bit to keep her close against him.&nbsp; With his hips pressed to hers, he is slightly uncomfortable as his cock now it being held down, but the location of it is enough to give him pause.&nbsp; Not wanting to scare her, or worse, have her pull away; he lets out a little sigh as he can feel her pressing along him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Aranrhod…”&nbsp; Speaking her name softly as she starts to explore him, his thoughts and words are cut short by a sudden intake of air as her tongue travels lower along his body.&nbsp; Stepping back now, the flared head of his manhood drags slowly along her lower set of lips before perking upwards to stand fully erect between them.&nbsp; Only pulling away enough to have her tongue and lips no longer on his nipple, his hands around her pull her back against him quickly.&nbsp; Slipping one hand downwards along her body, she can feel his fingers exploring along the curve of her rear as he palms it easily.&nbsp; Sighing softly, it is a sound of being content as his hand remains along her rear.&nbsp; Squeezing it once, he then lowers his head to touch a kiss to her lips again.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not letting the kiss linger, his lips trail along the line of her jaw slowly towards where her neck and jaw meet.&nbsp; Pressing a soft kiss there, his lips continue their movement until he is touching them right at the base of her ear.&nbsp; Whispering softly, he lets his lips touch her earlobe as he speaks.&nbsp; “Aranrhod, what are you really wanting?”&nbsp; After asking her that seemingly innocent question, his lips part to pull her earlobe into his mouth.&nbsp; Sucking upon her ear gently, his teeth just barely scrape along her skin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 10:05:14</strong>
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				She may be a virgin in that form but she was not entirely innocent... nor was she entirely clueless in the ways of a human man and woman; with all the unwanted lessons she had watched in secret... she was more than a little curious, more than a little tempted and plenty drawn towards the one creature she wanted for a mate. the human knight. So it was no big surprise when she tensed and looked up, feeling that rigid length blaze a heated trail along her thigh. sensitive. she could feel the touch, not just on her thigh, against her skin.. but felt it stir something inside, deep enough that it was all she could do not to rumble in pleasure. Human.. she had to remember that she couldn't harm him in this form, not even by accident... so she satisfied her curiosity, her need to live in this fantasy.<br><br>"i want...." she began, hesitant, looking up at him as he moved away, feeling an odd pang of disappointment at the space between their bodies. The dim moonlight has faded, brightening into false dawn. she didn't have much time before she would be missed in her stall, but she didn't want to leave...not now. She opened her mouth as if to say so, when she felt him draw her nearer, gasping as his warm hands slid down to squeeze her rear, making her toes curl as she let out a nervous titter. "k-kethis..." she mumbled, turning her head to try and peer behind her, the same way she would have had she a tail. It wasn't that particular appendage she was gazing at though, but his hands, biting her lower lip as she pressed back against them, if only to feel her flesh mold a little unto his fingers. <br><br>"i just...wanted to know why you storm off---ohh!" and at that she melted, knees buckling as his lips closed over her ear, her hands seeking to grab his own arms as she half leaned, half fell against him. "t-that...that's....good..." she mumbled, eyes fluttering close, face flushed once more in embarrassment she couldn't understand. Embarrassment... and desire. "kethis...I don't...know..." she finally mumbled, tilting her head, lifting it to shift, silently seeking more of his lips, even as her hand slid down. it slipped from his arm, to down his belly, pausing there, opening her eyes as she let out a soft breath... and finally, slid down, touching pal to the velvety head of his cock, slid down to brush her fingers down its length, and shivered. " oh... so...that's how it feels....without...armor...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 10:26:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only just barely able to keep his thoughts in line at the moment, his whole body was warm with his nerves on end as he keeps his lips wrapped around her ear.&nbsp; Nipping at it gently, he pulls his lips away enough to whisper into her ear once again.&nbsp; “Please, tell me what you want Aranrhod…”&nbsp; Just loud enough for her to hear, he then touches his lips below her ear and on her neck.&nbsp; Nearly nuzzling into her, he drags his lips down the side of her neck before kissing the tender little spot where her neck and shoulder meet.&nbsp; Keeping his lips away from hers even as she squirms a bit within his arms, he continues to kiss along her shoulder now before whispering against her skin.&nbsp; “Aranrhod, you are so very beautiful…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now touching his lips lower, he is nearly kneeling before her to lower his head along her body.&nbsp; Kissing every little inch of her exposed skin that he can, she soon would feel his lips brushing along the top of her breasts.&nbsp; Moving his lips towards the little spot between them, his tongue flicks out to lick her skin as she takes a hold of his shaft.&nbsp; Shuddering a tiny bit at her touch, his head nuzzles further into the swell of her breasts before there is that golden moment.&nbsp; The moment when his lips touch her nipple in a small kiss; where his lips press against the areola and suck her nipple into his mouth and between his teeth.&nbsp; Gently suckling her nipple, his tongue slowly circles it as he keeps her nipple within his mouth.&nbsp; His hand had never moved from her rear, as his other hand now slowly drags his fingernails upwards along her back before slipping into her hair.&nbsp; Without really even thinking, his fingers slide into her hair and take a little handful of it to pull downwards.&nbsp; Trying to pull her head back gently by the grip on her hair, the hand upon her ass now slips that inch lower to have a finger slip into the cleft of her cheeks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 10:53:05</strong>
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				"what I want...." she repeatedly stupidly, unable to really form anything else that's coherent. All she knew was she didn't want him to stop what he was doing to her ear. "...I want..." she breathed, feeling as if her eyes had been closed, never to be opened again, body quivering at his whispers. What was he asking about again? She forgot...when his lips traveled down from ear to neck, and shoulder... she didn't even care if she didn't remember. "i... i am?" came the breathless whisper, opening her eyes to gaze at the shows dancing at the far wall, her lips, her face half hidden against his shoulder, only to be kissed gently, licked like a kitten...her fingers curling around him gently. "So...so are..you..." it wasn't the right response, she knew there was a proper word for it... but by Paladine's grace she didn't remember. "i want...." she mumbled again, as she stood there, her toes curled against his floor so tightly it would have hurt, if she didn't feel so good at the moment, fingers following the same manner his own fingers moved, tickling.. caressing the length of his cock from tip to base, pausing there to gently play her fingers along each heavy sac...then trail upward. then...<br><br>"K-kethis!" the sound was torn from her throat, part a strangled cry, part a muffled moan... all woman. Wide eyes stared at him as he lowered himself, her body responding politely at the gallant little greeting of lips against nipple, tightening in welcome... and aching as he suckled it into his mouth. In the dim light they looked like dark tips, stiff little buds that got even harder as he toyed with them...her thighs pressed together to stop the sudden ache, the rush of heat and liquid between her legs. "k-kethi--" came the soft breath, her head leaned back, tugged by his hand, her free hand joining the hand already caressing him, wrapping her left hand over the velvety cap of his cock, the other holding on to him, fingers nearly, but not quite circling his width. "that..." she mumbled, swallowing hard, staring at the ceiling as she pressed her thighs harder. "I want.... i want more of...that..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 11:19:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hearing how her voice is strained by his actions, his lips pull back from her nipple slowly so that he may speak softly.&nbsp; “More of that…?”&nbsp; Not waiting for her to respond, his eyes flick upwards to watch her reaction as he kisses along the side of her breast.&nbsp; Then in between her breasts, his lips press to the small bit of skin there before his tongue flicks out to taste her smooth skin.&nbsp; Still watching her reaction, his breathing has picked up and he is obviously more than just a bit excited as her hand toys and plays with him.&nbsp; Kissing now along the inner side of her other breast, his lips are moving dangerously close to her other nipple, but not there just yet.&nbsp; Seeming to tease her for a moment, he only touches his lips to her nipple when she speaks out that she wishes more of ‘that’.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kissing the tip of her nipple, his lips part once again to suck her tender flesh into his mouth.&nbsp; A low moan of pleasure escapes him however in the process, but it muffled when his lips wrap around her.&nbsp; Sucking upon her nipple now, he dares a little touch of his teeth to her, nipping at it before dragging his teeth down the little length of her tip.&nbsp; Then after his teeth let go, he quickly presses his tongue to her and circles the tip a few times before pulling his mouth away from her nipple.&nbsp; Smiling to her now, his body moves back to have him in a standing position in front of her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Stay with me tonight.”&nbsp; The words are spoken in that tone of his that seems both commanding and yet questioning her at the same time.&nbsp; Without waiting for a response, his fingers that had slipped into the cleft of her rear now pull back with his fingernails dragging along her skin.&nbsp; Letting go of her hair with his other hand, his arm moves lower to circle her waist.&nbsp; Now leaning in again, he drops one arm to go behind her thighs while his other arm supports her mid to lower back as he lifts her from the ground.&nbsp; “Aranrhod…”&nbsp; Letting his voice trail off slowly for a long moment, he finally finds the words to speak in a tiny voice.&nbsp; “I love you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 14:03:53</strong>
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				She didn't know which "that" she meant, between his lips teasing her breasts, nipples achingly stiff... like twin flames cooled down by tongue and lips...and the teasing finger that slid between her cheeks, easing to make her want to press her thighs together even harder, or perhaps... to spread to feel it a little more... Aranrhod was lost completely. What was she to say? Which of the two would she explain? Which of the two would she-- "y-es..." she gasped aloud, body arching for him, eyes staring at the ceiling though not really seeing. "t-that...." she mumbled, shifting from foot to foot as she dared look down... then jerked back, flushing in embarrassment at her reaction. it wasn't modesty... she was well aware of her form enough not to be shamed by it.. but because it felt... different... good, but different. It wasn't anything she had control over... and the way his tongue had touched the tip of her nipple sent a jolt of pleasure and electricity down, between her legs.. right where it throbbed in a slow, simmering heat inside her. He didn't stop though, and she didn't stop him... as both her hands curled tighter, caressed a little more, trailing the width and length of his cock in a slow exploration, interrupted from time to time by a sudden jerk, a gentle squeeze in reaction to his licks. <br><br>Finally he freed her. Long enough that she was able to suck in heavy breaths, feeling as if she had flown dragon lengths without stopping. "Stay?" she mumbled, even as she reluctantly let him go.. or at least one of her hands did, if only to find her balance as he pulled her forward, sliding up from the tip of that erection to brush over the cushion of hair, to his belly.. to his chest, fingertips caressing, teasing his nipples as she mimicked what he did to her with his tongue before. "here?" she mumbled again, feeling light in his arms. The lift had caused her to press harder against his body, pinning his cock between his body, her palm and her belly, swallowing as she looked up with a trembling... "K-kethis... you dont know.. what you're asking..." she whispered, then closed her eyes at his words. Damning. Freeing words. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to fall...<br><br>"I love you....Kethis de Sulthen..." came the strangled whisper, her face hidden against his chest, body heaving in ways that dragons expressed emotion that in humans translated as tears. He loved her. She quivered more, turning so that her lips brushed his collarbone, then his shoulder...before she laid her head against his chest. they loved each other. And they were doomed. Or perhaps...not. then she gently tugged him, sliding her hand upward in the slow, caressing way she had spied that woman at the tables do to her man, fingertips teasing the underside, then the tip as she released him, only to curl her fist over the velvety tip...then... "I'll stay...." then...another tug, a stroke, lips brushing against his neck, tongue licking there in that slow kissed she often gave him, neck to chin. then chin to jaw. A small chuckle, shy all of a sudden. "but you have a duel in the morning, Kethis..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 10:11:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping closer to his bed, they cross through a shaft of moonlight that is streaming in through the window.&nbsp; Their naked forms, pressed together so gleam a little in the passing light as he carries her easily.&nbsp; Only the little tensing of his arms and chest beneath her give indication to the strength that resides within his form, and the fact that he is carrying her easily.&nbsp; Moving towards his bed, it is still shrouded in shadows as there is no window nearby.&nbsp; With their eyes adjusted to the dim light, they both can make out the large fur blanket that tops his down mattress.&nbsp; The featherbed is spread out over a second mattress filled with a mixture of wool and straw to provide support.&nbsp; Overall, it looks to be a more elaborate affair than many of the other Knights might have, and is obviously a mark of station for Kethis.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laying her down upon the soft mattress, he smiles as he leans in to press a little kiss to her lips.&nbsp; “I have a duel, yes.&nbsp; But tonight I am with the woman that I love, who I know will support me through the morning.”&nbsp; Crawling into the bed after her, the light behind him silhouettes his frame, with his erection still fully poking away from his body.&nbsp; Moving not only into bed, but actually on top of her now, his legs end up with one on the outside of her legs and the other sliding in between her thighs.&nbsp; Keeping himself propped up on both hands and his knees over her, his body is slowly slipping downwards so that his head can come close to her.&nbsp; “Aranrhod…I love you, and never want you to leave my side.”&nbsp; Kissing her after speaking, his lips linger there upon hers for a long moment before his other leg now tries to slide in between hers. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 11:23:32</strong>
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				For Aranrhod, even the dim light did't stop her from seeing the room clearly. She didn't know the difference between the stations between the knights though, or at least nothing that wasn't too obvious. She had thought the Solamnics too a vow of poverty, but in the months she had stayed at High Clerist tower, she had seen proof to the contrary. No wonder the kind were talking about how the priests of Istar not trusting them. They said they deceived the priests. Personally Aranrhod thought they were just jealous; a rather common human trait evident in any other race as well. She did happen to like the earthy scent of his bed though, the straw and leather mingling with his musk, making her feel strangely lightheaded. In just one night they had gone from rider and mount to this...and Aranrhod couldn't help but wonder why.<br><br>"Kethis..." she mumbled as he laid her down, shifting to sit up a little, then laid back down as he followed her. "Why did you challenge that man to a duel?" she asked, curious...squirming in ways that left her slithering upward till her head brushed his pillow, lifted her head and shimmied again. Ooo, comfortable... so this was how he slep--"oh!" she gasped again, forgetting what she was doing as she felt the slow slide of his erection against her thigh, making her lift her head to peer down. Shame was a concept dragons didn't understand, and because of it she stared, not with the shyness of a virgin, or even the coyness of an experience lady but simply as a woman who gazed at her would be lover's body, appreciating every detail. <br><br>"Kethis... you shouldn't say these things..." she mumbled, gazing back up to his eyes, lifting a hand to caress his cheek in a sad little smile. "Wasn't it you that said we might be together all the time just last night? I just had a human form... it's still your Aranrhod..." she mumbled, and heaved a soft sigh. I...love you." she repeated again, trailing her thumb over his lower lip, head tilting as she added a soft "but if anything... we must always be a secret." she bit her lower lip. 'i don't want to be taken away from you Kethis... so please... just let me stay here... like this...without words." the last faded as he leaned down to kiss her again, for a moment letting her finger toy with his lips, then slid down to his chest to sink into the new kiss. This time.. with her eyes closed. It didn't stay closed for long though, eyes snapping open with a breathless gasp as his knee brushed the apex between her legs, skin brushing against the smooth silk of her slit. <br><br>"O-oh..." she mumbled, reaching down to touch his knee, feeling a liquid melting between her legs at the touch. "Are you.. really a knight?" she finally mumbled, teasingly, chuckling as she touched herself this time, pausing before slowly pushing him up and away from her. "Kethis... did you know that the pair I saw in my stall did the same thing we're doing? Only..." she bit her lower lip to hide a grin, pushing him a little more, shifting to roll him over, her on top, him now straddled by her smaller form. "Like this. That and they have clothes... but..." she shifted, then tensed, feeling his shaft slide along her slit in a teasing rub before settling against it. "O-ohhh.... w-what.. what was I sayi-- oh! yes." she smiled at him, then leaned forward, hair falling over her face, a curtain between them, her eyes a sparkling amber in the dark. "...she used her tongue on the male... everywhere..." then softer... " may I?""
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 10:07:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taking her little request of going without words to heart, Kethis gives a small nod of his head to her.&nbsp; Still leaning over her body, she can feel the heat coming off of his body as his lips once again brush along hers.&nbsp; His lips are soft, and linger upon hers until she speaks again.&nbsp; Not responding verbally to her, he does let her know that he intends to keep her right here by the little touches of his hands to her.&nbsp; When she rolls him onto his back, and then ends up straddling his waist, his hands move to her hips and give an affectionate squeeze to her.&nbsp; Sliding up the sides of her body, he is pulling her torso down and against his chest so that she is nearly laying upon him.&nbsp; Wrapping his arms around her, she can feel the muscles of his arms and chest tighten to hold her there.&nbsp; Not letting go of her for a long minute, his cheek leans in to nuzzle along hers before he does actually whisper into her ear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Aranrhod, I am more than a knight…or even a man.&nbsp; I am someone who is blessed with you in my life, and that will never change.&nbsp; If they try to take me away from you, or you away from me…&nbsp; There is nothing that will stop me from finding you again.&nbsp; You are my heart, and I am yours.&nbsp; Always my dearest love."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Speaking the words softly into her ear, his arms very slowly let her go now to let his hands touch to her hips again.&nbsp; Lifting her easily, she is pulled upwards into the air and her silken core now has something other than his knee touching it.&nbsp; His smooth length drags along her lips, to gather a bit of her nectar along the tip.&nbsp; When he stops lifting her, the spongy tip of his cock now touches against the warmth of her slit, and he shifts his hips under her to catch himself at her opening.&nbsp; Without waiting, his arms start to very gently lower her onto his shaft.&nbsp; She can feel her lips catch for a moment upon the broad tip of his shaft, and pull inwards towards her core before opening up slowly to accommodate his girth.&nbsp; With her smooth lips opening now to accept him, he takes in a slow breath to keep his body still and calm as he lets her adjust to the feeling of just the tip inside her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 10:19:30</strong>
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				Aranrhod remained silent as he whispered those words,wonderingly, gazing into his face before she returned a kiss with so much heartfelt gratitude and love. Yes, even her kind can love a human. There was no doubt about it now. Her body, new as it was, reacted the same way as any female would in the arms of someone they love, at the moment when they feel their body against the other's. <br><br>Aranrhod shivered, forgetting what it was she was asking about as she was pulled forward and up, her form running along the length of his body in a slow caress that left her quivering. she stared at his face as she laid against his chest, tingling everywhere from the feel of his skin against her own, of her nipples brushing against his chest, of the way they tightened one more as she slowly tilted her body, brushing it from side to side before sitting up, straddling up; of how the length of him slide against his slit, spreading her as she sat up. <br><br>"Kethis..." she whispered, lips twitching in a smile, curious... devious, shifting and squirming in the way that woman had done in her memory; then froze, eyes widening as he lifted her, guided her down. She looked down, gazing at his cock as he slowly spread her, then arched, hips bucking forward once as he teased her with the tip of his length, breathless as she squirmed and wiggled, feeling him not only spread her wider, but push in deeper. "o-oh..." came a breathless gasp, her fingers seeking purchase, only to brush along his chest, palms against his nipples, his belly, along his side, holding tight ...and finally impaled herself completely, too impatient, or perhaps too enchanted to wait for gravity to complete the motion.<br><br>"o-oh..." came the trembling moan, staring wide eyed as him as she settled completely against his lap, him gently squeezed by her inner walls. "n-now I think... i understand...w-why that woman...k-kept moaning..." it was followed by a soft laugh, motion causing her body to twitch, to contract around him, making her gasp again. "oh...oh...that...that's good.." she mumbled, and gazed down, eyes narrowing as she slowly rolled her hips, right to left , paused, then left to right. "l-lick?" she mumbled and leaned down, lips brushing along his shoulder, the shift causing his length to shift angles inside her, rubbing against her inner walls, making her grind a little more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 07:33:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As her body slides lower, and envelops his shaft deeply within her folds, his fingernails start to dig into the curves of her hips.&nbsp; Taking a hold of the little bit of padding there, his eyes shut tightly as his lips part to take in a long and slightly ragged breath.&nbsp; Nearly overcome with the pleasure of being within her, his thick shaft twitches as she grinds her hips against his.&nbsp; Feeling the little tuft of hair at the base of his cock against her, it matches the color of the rest of the hair along his body as their hips press tightly together.&nbsp; With his fingers gripping her tightly, she can feel his fingernails digging into her skin, hard enough to leave marks that will not fade for a bit.&nbsp; Almost as if marking her as his own, he drags his nails along her smooth skin towards her thighs, to leave long lines of pink on her.&nbsp; With her grinding a bit against him now, he lets out a throaty moan of bliss that matches the one she let escape when his length entered her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Barely able to find his voice now, his words come out in something of a strained whisper that is filled with a mix of lust and love for her.&nbsp; “Aranrhod, I don’t care about her.&nbsp; I want –you- moaning in pleasure.”&nbsp; Lifting his hips up and off of the bed an inch or so now, he presses his cock just that little bit more into her now.&nbsp; Letting down, he shifts from side to side as his length sides slowly from her so that it will catch all those lovely little spots within her as he withdraws.&nbsp; Not letting his entire self slip from her, only the head of his manhood remains between her lips as he pauses there to tease her.&nbsp; Fortunately, he does not tease her for too long, before his hands upon her thighs pull her body down along his shaft with force.&nbsp; Enough force to nearly slam himself into her, and the little sound of skin slapping against skin is heard within his room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 16:12:45</strong>
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				"That..." came the squeak, as he lifted himself off the bed, lifting her with him in a way that spread her wider. 'That...won't be hard to do..." she gasped and looked down. Oh sweet Paladine what had she awoken? He was a sleeping beast... her beast, and her body submitted completely to him, just by his caress, the way his fingers dug against her skin... that way his length throbbed inside her. "Kethis..." she couldn't seem to shut up and stop gasping out his name, and when he threatened to slip out of her she couldn't help but let out a whimper of plea. 'oh please...." she began, then yes, moaned as he pulled her down, louder when he slammed inside her, making her insides spread, then contract around his cock in grasping squeezes. <br><br>That... that was wonderful, and she had a feeling he hasn't even started... oh if only... if only...she folded forward, her hands barely holding on to his chest as she leaned down, down.. her ass wiggling, squirming to adjust herself around him, her hair brushing against his face, his neck... his chest. "You... are a very bad man..." she finally mumbled, as she lowered herself enough that her belly brushed against his own, feeling the tickle of the fine hairs along his groin, enough to feel the planes of his chest where her nipples swayed and tickled along its surface, making them tighten even more, like twin tongues of flame teasing his body. And then... <br><br>"you never....said yes....about...about the licking..." she mumbled, and finally took steps to assure it, nuzzling his neck in a way that left her body gyrating, squirming against his body, her hips wiggling experimentally, lifting a little like a cat whose tail was rubbed and tickled, ass raising high, only to lower herself down. She went from nuzzle to the lick, slow, long laps from his shoulder to his jaw, and again, dipping her tongue along the hollow at his throat before trying what he did... lifting herself up, tip barely inside her, then impaling herself on him completely... which made her moan, whimpering against his neck at the sudden fullness....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 05:26:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her body folding down towards his chest, and then dragging her sensitive nipples along the broad and muscular expanse of him, his hands move ever so slowly from the curve of her hips to cup and squeeze her gorgeous rear.&nbsp; Holding each globe of her ample rear in a palm, he curls his fingers towards his palms so that his blunt fingernails touch her soft skin.&nbsp; Squeezing again, his hands slowly drag upwards towards her hips to not only lift her body upwards again, but also so that his nails scrape along her.&nbsp; Leaving little red lines along her again, his body presses down into the mattress below him as his hands lift her up and nearly off of his cock.&nbsp; Holding there for a long second, he waits until that little sound of needing more escapes her lips.&nbsp; Pressing his hands towards his own hips now, his body thrusts upwards and off of the bed to meet her body somewhere in the middle.&nbsp; Slamming into her with force, he lets out just a small grunt of effort, from handling her body in such a rough manner.&nbsp; Not stopping there, his fingers once again wrap over her rear as he holds her hips still.&nbsp; Using the momentary stillness of her body, his own body sets to work under her.&nbsp; Sliding in and out of her wet pussy, he keeps his hips moving in a steady motion now.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Lick…where you want…”&nbsp; Breathing out the words in a pleasured sigh, his hands loosen their grip on her hips enough to allow her motions once again.&nbsp; It was almost as if he wished to show her that in this form, she belonged to him, and he would use their size against them at times.&nbsp; That if he wished, he could simply take her at any moment, by over powering her in this form. Though, she would know that he never would, unless she wished it of course…<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her body still pressed tightly against his chest, his hips rock back and forth at a steady pace, causing the little sounds of his skin slapping against her hips and ass to fill the room.&nbsp; Only making sounds of pleasure himself now, his lips move in close once again to touch her cheek.&nbsp; Kissing right where her jaw and neck meet, his lips part and move an inch or so lower.&nbsp; Feeling her neck under his lips, he parts them further and she soon feels his teeth pressing against her neck.&nbsp; Perhaps understanding just what that means in the culture of the dragons, perhaps not.&nbsp; In either manner, he was making the gesture of dominance over her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 10:40:26</strong>
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				If only her knight turned lover knew just what he would awaken inside her by the rough, dominating side he was showing her right now. How each downward slam of her hips and the upward thrust of his own sent shocks of newly discovered pleasure inside her, his rigid cock stroking deeply in ways that made her not only lick but nearly bite him, held back not by her own will but his. Each time he pulled her back up only to slam her back home, each time he shifted her hips at just that angle, so that the crux of her slit got tickled just so by the fine hairs of his own groin; the way the base of his cock grazed against her clit send little lances of pleasure pain that made her grind down with his pull, to roll her ass in her hands like a kitten begging for more of his masterful touch. Deeper and faster it went, until her licks were more brushes of lip and suckles against his neck, her fingers echoing his own in a pleading grip, nails grazing him from his shoulders down to his arms only to grip, to push against his chest, as if wanting to get away, only to beg for more.<br><br>And then he bit her, the ultimate show of dominance indeed, a marking of his intent... just as he slammed down. The sting of his teeth and the heat of his cock sent her spiraling, lifting her head, throwing it back as she cried out, not in the way of human females which was a mere exclamation of pleasure. Hers was a full throated cry, a submission, screaming his name as she presented more of her neck, followed by a "harder! please harder!" even as her inner muscles tensed, gripping his length in mid push as she came. Sweat beaded her body, dribbling down from her neck to one breast, before she shifted and forced her thighs tighter against his sides, whimpering as she bucked and pulled away. From the bite, from his body, from their connection. she sat up, face hidden in her tangle of hair as she whispered his name hoarsely, leaned down... and yes, brushing her lips against his own, tongue licking in her way of kissing, before she moved off his body. not way, never away now... though on all fours, raising her hips high as she laid her head against his sheets, presenting her neck and her trembling, soaked slit for his taking again; this time.. in the way that was instinctual to her.<br><br>"p-please..." she gasped softly, one trembling hand brushing hair off her face, as she shifted, spreading her legs, each knee digging against his bed, cheeks flushed with something primal, her need to have her chosen mate take her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 08:03:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Moving on instincts of his own, his hands upon her body that are pulling her into each of his upward thrusts only out of pure base instinct.&nbsp; Each of his movements are beyond higher thought, as his voice has gone from his normal deep tone, to a very deep bass growl.&nbsp; When his teeth touch her skin, they press in hard enough for her to feel them, and perhaps even a little touch of pain at the bite.&nbsp; Growling around her neck as he bites her, it is with a little kiss to her neck that he pulls his mouth away from her.&nbsp; And it is in that low voice of his that he speaks into her ear.&nbsp; “You are mine Aranrhod, always mine.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her pulling away from him now, his legs shift on the bed to curl towards his body and out of her way.&nbsp; Pressing his hands into the mattress, he pushes him chest up and off of it as she pulls her body away from his.&nbsp; As she goes to her knees, and then presses her chest to the mattress to have her rear high in the air, a thought crosses his mind.&nbsp; She is submitting to me, I have seen this before, from the dragons that I saw mating…&nbsp; As his mind swirls off into lovely areas of thought, his body is still moving up to get on his own knees.&nbsp; Behind her, he leans down at the waits to press first a kiss to her rear, and then to nuzzle his cheek along her smooth skin.&nbsp; Mimicking what he saw a dragon do once, he didn’t know that the gesture was one of acceptance and of marking his territory.&nbsp; All he knew is that her skin felt wonderful against his, and he could not help but bite the soft skin of her asscheek.&nbsp; Leaving a perfect circle of teeth marks on her rear, he bites hard enough for a bruise to start forming.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Letting go of her rear, he smiles as he straightens out his back to be on his knees behind her again.&nbsp; Close enough to her, she can feel the tip of his cock pressing against her ass, with the slick juices of her pussy leaving a little smear on her skin from where his cock touches her.&nbsp; Gripping her hips with one hand, his other hand moves to wrap his fingers around base of his cock.&nbsp; Guiding his cock to her slit with his hand, he keeps her still with the other as his hips press forward.&nbsp; Only when the tip of his manhood enters her, do his fingers release his shaft and move upwards to grab her hips.&nbsp; Pulling her back swiftly, his body slams forward to thrust into her completely.&nbsp; His heavy balls under him slap against her slit as they rock forward, making a little thwap sound as his hips collide with her ass, filling the room with a skin on skin sound.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 09:10:23</strong>
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				Aranrhod had not expected this to happen. She was Kethis' dragon and him her rider, and despite her fascination for him she never thought he would hold the same for her. It had all happens in just one night, and now here she was, presenting herself to him, hoping to be taken as his mate. so silver dragons mated for life, didn't they? She seemed decided, whether or not things will work out she had chosen Kethis to be her mate, if he refused... if he refused....<br><br>She closed her eyes, as if she was afraid he really would, biting her finger as she waited with trembling anticipation. He would not know the true meaning of what she was doing, she wasn't sure he would understand if he did... and even as she felt him move she felt an anxiety she had never before felt outside of a battle. What if he didn't want her that way? What if it was simply a human's sexual hubris? Would he regret it now? would he tell her to-- 'oh!' her eyes snapped open, dragged from her mental clutter and worries at the sensation of his lips, kissing her rear gently. In draconic society, it would have been a bite--<br><br>"Aghh!" the cry took her by surprise, but his bite shocked her... feeling the sting of pain and the lance of pleasure and relief through her body. She quivered as he sank his teeth and laughed nervously, glancing at what she could see of his body. 'w-what are you doing...' she whispered, unwilling to tell him just what it was he did, she was going to keep it her secret... one she would hold closest to her heart. Swallowing she shifted, then froze, feeling the kiss of his shaft against her slit, damp, sensitive from her earlier near orgasm. "oh sweet paladine...." she mumbled, looking away, staring at his pillows as he teased her, acutely feeling, following the sensation of his cock sliding to part her lips, spreading it for him... making her whimper. 'k-kethis...don't t-tease me like tha--ungh!" <br><br>And she fell forward, pressed against the tick on his bed again as the tease became one rough penetration, impaling her completely once more, gasping loudly as the fingers on her left hand raked over the sheets. She couldn't have controlled the way her insides churned and spasmed&nbsp; around his cock then, as she cried out, breasts, nipples grazing against the tick, muscles contracting around him as she came; intense, twitching as her hips bucked and raised higher, weeping her fluids to flood her insides and coat his rigid cock, oozing just a little to slick his path. "ohhh.....ohhh...gods..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 10:51:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Closing his eyes tightly once again, Kethis let his cock slam forward and into his lover’s body with one fluid and swift motion.&nbsp; Thrusting her into the mattress of the bed, his hands keep a very firm grip of her hips, and never let them drop so much as an inch.&nbsp; Digging his nails into the curving flare of her body, he savors the tight feeling of Aranrhod’s warm and soaked pussy around his shaft.&nbsp; Holding himself back, it takes all of his will to not go directly to slamming himself in and out of her.&nbsp; Instead, she can feel his nails still pressing into her, drag upwards along her body.&nbsp; Going up the sides of her ribs slowly, they touch underneath her arms for a brief second before lodging into her hair.&nbsp; Taking a firm hold of her gorgeous silver hair with both of his hands, his arms pull back towards his chest, tugging her upwards with the gesture.&nbsp; Leaning in, his body curls around hers, pressing his muscular chest into her back as he pulls her body up and off of the bed.&nbsp; Kneeling there, his cock remains within her as her body is pulling up to her knees as well.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slipping the fingers of his left hand out of her hair, they trail down the side of her neck before slowly tracing the line of her jaw.&nbsp; Touching her lips with his index finger, she can feel his entire body pressing in tight against her, as his lips whisper into her ear.&nbsp; “Aranrhod, I love you…&nbsp; My dragon, my mate…&nbsp; Please my love, let go and have your pleasure.”&nbsp; Even though his words are soft, there is an undercurrent of both love and that wonderful hint of a command, as if he wished her body to respond to his words alone.&nbsp; Keeping her up and on her knees by the hand within her hair, it is a firm grip on her as his hip drops a few inches.&nbsp; The movement drags the flared tip of his cock along her inner walls and towards her entrance.&nbsp; Not allowing his length to pull free however, his body then presses back upwards to have his length within her again.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 14:05:13</strong>
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				She was still twitching, caught in the throes of her orgasm when she faintly felt him shift, then cried out... half in reaction,half in the intense sensation of having him slam back inside her again. it made her clench tighter, insides squeezing like a warm mouth, gasping loudly as he pulled her up. 'k-kethis...wait..." she whimpered, twitching in pleasure. It was nothing but a token protest though, as hips twitched, toes curling, unable to move away from the pleasure. "ohh....w-wait..." she gasped again, listed her head and turned back, panting softly. Yes, it was a sight that wasn't expected of a dragon.. but it was a sight of a woman whose pleasure was new and intense, pleading without knowing how for it to let her breath.. just a little. <br><br>Even the touch of his hands along her back made her twitch, made her insides clench around him in short jerks, before she was pulled to a kneel, whimpering softly as she reached behind with one hand, grabbing hold of his thigh, the other his wrist. "i...i can...feel y-you inside..." she gasped, face turned to seek his lips out blindly, whimpering as she kissed his cheek, his neck, and yelped as his length grazed her insides, and her clit, making her twitch, making her fingers slide from wrist to hold on to his hips... bent over a little, and moaned. "please...kethis..." she panted, as one hand slid between them, touching the base of his cock, slid up along her ass, then moved around, reaching down from belly to between her legs to touch him there, to feel where they were joined and gasped again. 'more...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 22:27:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping up the small motions of his hips, his whole body is now getting into the movements that are sliding his cock in and out of her.&nbsp; While in this position he could not move too quickly, it instead provides a great deal of pressure inside of her.&nbsp; Each little twitch and drop of his body drags his cock those few inches along her inner walls with a distinct force, to have his length very firmly against her inner walls.&nbsp; As her hand reaches down between her legs, to feel their joining, her fingertips might brush along not only his shaft but his heavy sac as it moves back and forth.&nbsp; Groaning out loudly, his fingers tighten within her hair to pull her head back a bit more against him.&nbsp; Tilting his head to the side, his lips touch the side of her neck in a loving kiss before parting.&nbsp; Once again, his teeth press to the little curve of where her neck and shoulder meets, biting down on that tender bit of skin.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With his teeth pressing into her skin, he lets out a low and deep growl that she can nearly feel reverberating through his chest behind her.&nbsp; Only after biting long and hard enough to leave a very clear mark of ownership on her, does his hand in her hair let go.&nbsp; In that growling voice, he actually nearly sounds like a male dragon in the middle of rutting as he speaks a single word.&nbsp; “Mine.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lowering her down slowly, his other hand remains around her until her body is against the bed again.&nbsp; Once she is there, his fingers leave her hair as his other hand moves to release her into the mattress.&nbsp; Trailing both of his hands down her sides, they stop at the flare of her hip now, to lift her hips and ass upwards into the air.&nbsp; With this new position, he is able to greatly increase the tempo of his thrusts, and soon his hips are slapping against her rear in a quick staccato.&nbsp; The only sounds beyond the slap of skin against skin are the sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of her, with that little wet squish sound each time he buries himself within her.&nbsp; Each little slap is punctuated by a tiny moan of his, as even with her inexperience in humans, she can feel that his body is tensing and preparing for his own release of pleasure.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 07:36:06</strong>
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				She felt a primal beast uncurl from deep inside her at his actions, as her fingers continued to rub the joining of their bodies, alternately feeling out her new form and gasping at the sensitivity, the way she spread with each of his thrust, then reached a little lower to feel his length sliding inside her, rubbing it as he slid nearly all the way out with a gasp, gritting her teeth as she felt her insides collapse, contracting as it sought out his shaft again only to have him push back in. She growled, a low needy sound that was both pleading and demanding, an instinctual response to his bite, her hips grinding, pressing her ass against him more to feel him as deep as she could inside her... and in a ragged whisper, responded in kind. "yours..." so low, mingling with a groan of pleasure it was more a breath than actual word. <br><br>And she was lowered again, her face against the rough fabric, one hand trapped between her legs, unable to do much but to rub at her clit, trying to ease the building sensation again. From time to time she would try to reach lower, gasping each time he pulled out slowly, rubbing his cock, only to have him slam back inside her. He didn't even have to guide her now, as instincts kicked in. She didn't know what she wanted... but her body seemed to know, as she shifted a little here, a little there, so that her ass raised higher than what he first set it, so that each thrust didn't only send him gliding inside her wet slit but downward, grinding against each ridge, teasing, tickling his length. Her feet dug against the bed, as each time he pushed in she would push upward with a small cry, the pain of being spread so wide and the pleasure of having him inside mingling... arousal dribbling down each time it oozed out, coating his shaft, his sac, blazing a trail down her lip and thighs as she moaned. 'ungh... k-kethis...-please...i dont..." she gasped, and pushed upward more, whimpering. She wanted.... she wanted....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 08:55:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It really was her little sound of admitting to being his that sent Kethis’s movements into a frenzy.&nbsp; Digging his nails into the curve of her hips, he lifts her up those last couple of inches as she presses her ass upwards and back against him.&nbsp; Each thrust of his now sends her further into the mattress, with her skin dragging back and forth an inch or two as he slides into her.&nbsp; Groaning louder now, his fingernails find the flare of her hips, to dig in and leave little half-circle marks in her skin.&nbsp; That tensing of his muscles now becomes a shiver and shudder deep within his body.&nbsp; Giving one last and powerful thrust, his cock buries deeply into her as a loud groan escapes his lips.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that groan, his orgasm rolls through his loins and then through his entire body.&nbsp; Shooting strand after strand of his thick and warm seed, it flows into her and soon fills her.&nbsp; With bits of his white cum dripping from her pussy now, it ends up gathering a little on her fingers that are still slightly trapped between her legs.&nbsp; Warm to the touch, it just a bit sticky on her fingers, and there is a good deal of it slipping from her.&nbsp; Finally, his orgasm stops as his body starts to go a bit slack.&nbsp; Moving to her side, his cock slips out of her slowly as it starts to deflate and return to hanging freely between his legs.&nbsp; His hands are loosening their grip just a bit, but never actually leaving her skin as he slips down to the bed beside her.&nbsp; Tugging her closely against his chest, his voice is soft and with clear notes of affection and love for her.&nbsp; “I love you Aranrhod.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 09:27:54</strong>
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				he had sped up, and despite the scratching her breasts and shoulders, her cheeks suffered with each desperate thrust no complaint issued forth. what did was panting, a grunt and a muffled hiss that seemed to beg him to thrust a little harder, to go a little faster... raising her hips and lowering them, fingers rubbing and stroking as she cried out. "m-more... just a little..." she gasped out... "more.." and arches, nearly coming off the bed, toes stretched like a ballerina's as she came, then came some more as she felt his own release. She let out a groan, as he kept going, her fingers rubbing, almost trying to push him back deeper inside her as he pushed in, fingers coming away not just soaked, but messy from his cum. She was still twitching when he finished inside her, as if each hot rush of his seed brought her rising higher, not just riding the orgasm but tossed about in it like a helpless doll. She could only moan as he pulled her down against him, hand pinned between her legs as she tried to catch her breath, feeling his own heatd skin, the heavy panting that wrack his body, and the way he slid out and rested against her ass. <br><br>Slowly she seemed to come to, or perhaps she didn't, still dazed by the pleasure as she slowly sat up, pulling away from his embrace. no answer yet, as she spread her legs, watching as his cum slowly dribbled out from inside her, coating slit and down her ass, to drip on to the sheet. and she lifted her hand, covered with the same, moving her fingers, rubbing them together before she brought it to her nose for a small sniff, a soft broken sigh... and a slow lick, right there, seated with her legs spread facing her lover. her eyes closed then, as if a mere taste wasn't enough, fingers still a short distance away to show how her tongue connected with her middle finger by a rope of cum, cleaned off with another lick, a swallow... and a fascinated gaze down at him.<br><br>Fascination turning to mischief, to affection.. and she leaned down and nuzzled his cheek. 'i love you...Kethis..." she leaned back up, reached down between her legs and scooped seed with two fingers, lapping at it as she gazed at him.. down at him... and sighed longingly. "You're a mess... kethis...are you always like this?" Oh she knew what she was doing. Maybe. She certainly knew how to tease a poor, drained knight as she leaned down and blew softly against his sweat covered belly. Cool air dried it a little, then wafted from belly to the tip of his damp cock... followed by a quick flick of something hot, soft... and just as wet. once... twice... followed by a purr. yes, a purr. "Mmnh..." came the small sound, before looking up, blushing a little with a snicker. "oh, you taste good..." and grinned. "lick more?" hardly asking for permission, as she repeated it, licked the tip again, and again... slid her tongue down from tip to the underside, lapping at the vein near the velvety head... then lower still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 10:51:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lying upon the bed, with his head near the foot of it, Kethis lets out a long and pleasured sigh.&nbsp; With her cheek touching his for a moment, he smiles and presses his lips to her cheek in a soft kiss.&nbsp; Again letting out a little sound of bliss and contentment, he ends up reaching to the head of the bed, and pulling the pillow closer towards him.&nbsp; Propping himself half up on the pillow now, he is in a reclined position as he relaxes completely.&nbsp; Watching her now as she licks her fingers, he smiles as that reaction to his taste comes over her face.&nbsp; With her now moving lower, and her face approaching his crotch again, she is rewarded with the scent of not only her nectar but his seed as well.&nbsp; Slicked with the mixture of her and his juices, she can taste how they mingle together.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Aranrhod…&nbsp; Oh by Paladine, I am tender…”&nbsp; Reaching his hand down now, his words have just that tiny note of protest to them, but his actions speak otherwise.&nbsp; Slipping his fingers through her hair, his hand presses her a bit closer towards his balls.&nbsp; In the process, she can see and nearly feel his cock starting to slowly attempt to recover.&nbsp; Not moving just yet, she can just feel how his body is reacting to her tongue and lips upon him, cleaning him of their sex.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 13:04:21</strong>
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				Aranrhod... she liked hearing her name on his tongue. Once he simply called her lady dragon until shortly later. now, now she suspected he would probably be calling her more of the thing he just called her earlier.. and she smiled, lips brushing against the velvety head of his shaft. "Sensitive?" she whispered, her tone one of utter innocence as she peered up at him, then flicked her tongue out again. "i feel for you..." she said in sympathy, even as her actions were anything but sympathetic... and she trailed tongue from the slit at the tip of his length, swirling around down along the cap, then flicked along the veiny underside remorselessly.<br><br>Oh yes, she felt for him... but for some reason him protesting only made her want to do it more... as they said.. ' i do not want that rich, red meat.' in this case... well, in this case the saying certainly didn't apply. So she abandoned the though, squirming and shifting till she laid on her belly, using her elbows to prop herself up and half pinned, half rode his right leg. Oh yes, she pinned him down... and oh yes she couldn't hide that smug grin on her face... nor the way she slowly rolled her hips against a leg... or the slow trickle of their mingled cum over his skin. <br><br>And the slow, swirling caress of her tongue, no longer along the veiny underside, but restarted, this time starting from the tip, swiping downward, swallowing what she had scooped up and repeating it again. Then she paused, tilting her head as she swiped, this time from base to tip, so very attentive... so very eager in her cleaning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 10:38:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Groaning out something or another about a duel the next morning, Kethis really isn’t protesting all that much as she whispers against the skin of his sensitive cock.&nbsp; With her lips pressing against him, and then soon followed by her tongue, his words turn from little muttered things to a sound of pleasure once again.&nbsp; “You feel for me…”&nbsp; Breathing the words out, they are really all that he is able to form as her tongue now draws along the underside of his length.&nbsp; Unable to resist her temptations and tendings to him, his head leans back against the wall as his eyes close.&nbsp; Moving his right hand slowly, his fingers splay out enough to have most of the side of her head under his touch.&nbsp; Slipping his fingers through her gorgeous hair now, it is with a small tug that he pulls her face up to look towards his.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Love, clean my thighs as well.&nbsp; Give me time to recover, before teasing me so.&nbsp; Then, I will see about giving you all that you might wish to lick and taste.”&nbsp; Keeping his grip in her hair as he speaks, his head has lifted off of the wall enough to look down towards her.&nbsp; Smiling as his eyes meet hers, there is just a bit of a mischievous glint to them behind his love and lust for her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 17:33:09</strong>
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				It was a loving caress, a gentle brush of tongue against skin... a gentle caress of fingers against thighs and legs, a soft breath here. These tiny things she had foisted on Kethis de Sulthen, knight of the crown; warrior; dragon rider; lover... and her mate. Perhaps she would explain to him what she had done, or sacrificed as one of the Kin would say... but she doubted she would. it was a price she was more than willing to pay to be with him. And she showed him just how worth it all was for her.<br><br>At least... until he had tugged her upward, reluctantly leaving the spot she was running her tongue along to stare into his eyes, belatedly pulling her tongue back in with an innocent smile. "Lick your thighs?" she asked, raising a rather movable brow before chuckling. "Kethis, I thought you humans would prefer a bath to the kind of grooming animals do?" her eyes danced in amusement and desire, before she shifted.. crawling forward on all fours, breasts, glistening lightly with sweat swaying with each step, hands on either side of his hips as she leaned down and nuzzled his neck, his shoulder... and down low, lapping collarbone, then circling his right nipple, a slow lap that filled his spartan room with wet slurps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 04:55:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Narrowing his eyes in a playful manner, Kethis gives a little tug of her hair as he speaks in a soft tone.&nbsp; “We do prefer baths, but I thought it was your nature to lick yourself clean…”&nbsp; Playing himself, she can see it within his eyes as well as in the tone of his voice.&nbsp; When she starts to slowly crawl up his body though, his hand slips from her hair to slide along the curve of her back.&nbsp; Ending up on her hip now, his fingers remain there as she starts to nuzzle and kiss his shoulder.&nbsp; Tilting his head to offer more of his skin to her, his eyes close as he lets out a little sigh of pleasure.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When her lips and tongue touch his nipple, she can feel it harden a little under her attention to it.&nbsp; Moving his other hand now, he lifts his hand up to place a gentle touch of his fingers against her cheek.&nbsp; Slipping his fingers under her chin, he applies just a little pressure so that her face is tilted up to look at him.&nbsp; Opening his eyes now, he stares into hers for a long moment before whispering softly.&nbsp; “I love you, Aranrhod.&nbsp; Would you please stay the rest of the night with me?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 14:03:56</strong>
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				Aranrhod grinned as she peeked up at her mate... yes... and smiled at his words, snickering softly, though snorting as she changed it to a mock gasp of indignation. She leaned up and gave him as fierce a glare as she could in that form and snorted again. "Unlike the savages of my Kin I do prefer baths to mere grooming." she explained, or rather... defended, half grinning. 'Remember the time I dove into that lake with you on my back? I thought you were going to sink to the bottom." she snickered teasingly, then looked up in mock " oh wait... you did." she chuckled and shifted, nuzzling his neck and shoulder again. "I think I prefer you naked to covered in armor." she nodded, the stopped at his words.<br><br>"The rest of the night?" she asked, blinking once... twice.. then smiled. "Is that a request or an order sir knight?" she smiled, and leaned forward, running her tongue along his lower lip in her version of a loving kiss, then paused just as she opened her mouth to say i love you. "wait... is that a wise idea?" she asked, confused... then mentioned all the knights staying in his wing... and her new stableboy that would cerntainly panic seeing her empty weyr.. afterall, to him she was still just an animal that flew. Who didn't talk to him. Oh.. and don't forget her breakfast.<br><br>"You'll feed me something other than potatoes if I stay here tonight, my love?" she asked, squinting suspiciously at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 05:50:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Remembering the time she had dunked them both under the water, his lips turn upwards into a smile as his arm tightens around her.&nbsp; Sliding underneath her own arm, his hand crosses her ribs before moving to rest upon her hip.&nbsp; Chuckling softly, the image of him underwater, nearly drowning, only to have her save him comes to mind as their bodies curl together.&nbsp; It had only happened the once, and he was thankful for that.&nbsp; As well, he gave a little mental thanks to who or whatever placed this lovely lady into his life.&nbsp; Looking towards her, his eyes have grown soft and filled with love for her as he speaks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I promise to feed you properly in the morning, after my duel.&nbsp; If only you will stay here with me, my love.”&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly, he leans down to touch his lips to her temple.&nbsp; “No, not just my mate.&nbsp; My wife if you would wish to be called that.&nbsp; Never again will I be with another, as you have snared my heart Aranrhod.”&nbsp; Trying his best to pull her closer towards his chest, he moves at the same time.&nbsp; Twisting and turning, he ends up stretched out along his bed in the proper fashion, with her half on him and half at his side.&nbsp; Tucked into the crook of his arm, he has the one wrapped around her in a protective and slightly possessive manner, while his other hand touches the back of his fingers gently to her face.&nbsp; Trailing them from her cheek to the curve of her jaw, he speaks softly again.&nbsp; “I will want you here, every night in my arms.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 08:03:56</strong>
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				"Well, feeding me in the morning is all well and good, but what if i get hungry before that?" her eyes glittered in amusement, before blinking once more, then... "every night, did you say?" she mumbled softly, not daring to even acknowledge his first words. wife. mate. She really would have to explain to him the meaning of those words for a dragon... the last thing she wanted was to trap him in a bonding he might not be willing to make even if they did love each other. in the morning, she promised herself, after he wins that duel... with just a hint of nervous anticipation. <br><br>When he shifted and slid down she followed, though more because her position didn't allow her to be resilient against his move than wanting to lie down. She did though, and with a small smile she leaned forward and licked him once more, tongue to nipple, circling it over and over as if to remind him just what it was she was doing earlier. "if I have to be here every night the other dragons... and my new stable boy will think i got stolen away by raiders...' she mumbled between licks, chuckling at the image of a panicked young boy. Then she closed her lips around his nipple, and greatly daring, mimicking what he had done to her own nipples just before... suckled, slow, gentle.. as if worried she would hurt him if she tried harder, which left her lips loose enough to create a rather lewd, sucking sound, which made her reel back, blushing as she stared at his offending nipple.<br><br>"it squeaked at me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 22:33:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If you get hungry before that…?”&nbsp; Murmuring the words softly, Kethis leans his head in to brush his lips along her ear as he continues to whisper to her.&nbsp; “We will find something for you then.&nbsp; Even if it is simply me…”&nbsp; Letting his words trail off now, they end up in a low but deep sound of pleasure that reverberates from his chest.&nbsp; With her tongue finding him again, his fingers that had been along her cheek run down to the side of her neck.&nbsp; His other arm now flexes to press her further against his chest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Every night, the others be damned.&nbsp; We will find a reason for them to not worry themselves, so that I can have you with me.&nbsp; And me to be with you.”&nbsp; At the sound of her lips suckling upon him, he lets out a small laugh.&nbsp; Not having expected her to react to the sound so, his head lifts off of the pillow to look down at her.&nbsp; “That was you, my love.&nbsp; But, I do not believe it or I minded.”&nbsp; Curling fingers upwards along the back of her thigh now, his fingers nestle into where her leg and rear meets.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Come, we should sleep some.&nbsp; I do need to recover a bit before the dawn…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 09:51:24</strong>
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				The conversation was a comforting one. As Aranrhod peered at him, caressing his body as gently as she could, as if aware that she still had... or perhaps feared that she still might have her draconic strength even in human form. She had forgotten about that fact during their encounter, for the first time feeling comforted in his arms as a female. no, wait... a woman. She shifted and nuzzled his shoulder, bumping it light with her forehead before settling down with a mumbled "sleep well beloved, Kethis... I'll be here to guard your dreams.<br><br>Sleep? Dragons slept but Aranrhod, who was for the first time in a body not her own, who had only hours ago shared her rider's bed stayed awake. She stared at a bit of skin on her now-lover's chest, a spot that right now, her nose was pressed against. How long has it been since he offered sleep? she didn't know, but she had lain there, listening to his heartbeat, to the way his breath slowed and evened out, and watched his face as he dreamed. how dear he had become in such a short time, and how odd... for one single night to change what was between them... perhaps forever. If she would be allowed to. She shifted, squirming slowly, shifting as quietly so as not to wake him, and trailed her tongue along his chin, her own little kiss, shifted, and settled down to sleep for whatever was left of the evening...<br><br>Which was why she snapped awake in utter shock to find not just the sun full on their bodies, that the birds were out, about and calling to each other, but someone was loudly and insistently pounding on his door. With hair covering one bleary eye she rose from the bulk of his form like an addled kitten, confused and still sleepy. "whu?" came the snort, before--<br><br>"lord Kethis! lord Kethis! Your dragon's missing!"<br><br>She knew that voice, her weyrboy. or rather, the boy that was being trained to be her new weyrboy. A Basket of trouble, that one... and right now he was about a few seconds away from being breakfast. She growled low, uncoiling from her warm nest and crawled over the body beside her, paused and blinked once, cobwebs shaken from her mind as she looked down and saw no claws. in fact... she saw no dragon at all. And it all came rushing back. "oh."<br><br>*smack!*<br><br>"Kethis, up!" came the quick slap of hand against his chest, as she hurriedly slid off his body... and naked as the day she was born padded about, waddled, and threw herself out of the window. "eeeeyaaaa--" there was a brief crash against the lower balcony, followed by the frantic flap of leathery wings and a muffled "I'm okay!" heard as she made her quick escape back to the wings. Outside, smiling smugly like only an Elder could was Taleyah, nodding at the boy who was sweating, not quite sure whether to be scared of the knight he dared disturb in his sleep, or the odd elf that made him do it in the first place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 10:11:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Already in the process of slowly drifting off, Kethis kept his arms wrapped around his love as she nestled into him.&nbsp; When her forehead bumped into his shoulder, he shifted just a tiny bit to offer more of himself as a pillow to her.&nbsp; With the moonlight gently coming through the window, she can see a soft smile on his face as his eyes close for the last time.&nbsp; Soon, she can feel his breathing starting to even out and then her Knight is off into his slumber.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not feeling the lick of her tongue, or even her shifting along his body to get a bit more comfortable.&nbsp; As time passed, she feels his hands slackening their grip as sleep fully takes him away, and soon one arm falls to his side along the bed.&nbsp; Murmuring a little something in his sleep, the words would be rather hard to make out.&nbsp; “Love…you…”&nbsp; However, those two words would come through before his head turned to the side and nestled into his pillow.&nbsp; Not one to really sleep deeply, Aranrhod might be surprised to see just how far off he goes into his dreams.&nbsp; Letting himself relax completely, it might be due to the exertion of before or the fact that she is there to watch over him.&nbsp; Probably a combination of it all, to be honest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Snapping his eyes open at the sudden voice, his face winces quickly at the light that is streaming into the room.&nbsp; “Shit….&nbsp; I overslept!”&nbsp; Now the words from outside his room were starting to filter into his sleep ridden brain, they pierce the fog of his dreams as he can feel the sudden movements on top of him.&nbsp; Watching her dash off of his chest, his hand comes up to catch her arm in a quick motion.&nbsp; Preventing her from leaving for a long second, his face ducks down to touch a quick kiss to her lips as he whispers to her.&nbsp; “I love you, Aranrhod.”&nbsp; Already in motion by the time that she smacks his chest, he is a blur of activity that nearly matches her own frenzy.&nbsp; Quickly grabbing a sheet from his bed, it is wrapped around his waist with a snap of fabric.&nbsp; Striding towards the door, his face has a sour expression on it while one hand holds the cloth around his waist, all the while leaving his chest bare.&nbsp; Snapping the door open with his other hand, he narrows his eyes at the sight of both the stable boy and Taleyah there.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Good morning sirs, I do assume there is a good reason for waking me this morning.&nbsp; I have a duel to attend to very shortly, so what is this about my companion missing?”&nbsp; Tilting his head just slightly, he continues to speak in a rather gravely tone.&nbsp; “I thought that the dragons of the Keep were allowed to come and go as they pleased, as they are not simple beasts to be tended.&nbsp; Or am I incorrect in thinking this?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 10:28:23</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.russellplatt-art.com/images/pin-ups_b_w/Selvaria_Bles_by_rplatt.jpg)</div></div><br>The sight that greeted him was one to wonder at. A boy small enough to be mistaken to be younger than his twelve years cowered in front of the door, and nearly soiled himself at the imposing size of the man that opened it, towering over him. Sad that he was only about hip height as well. "s-sir..." he stammered, clutching what appeared to be the hem of his tunic, two sizes too big for him. then again, most knights believed that their young boys ought to 'grow' into their armors... but that... well... it was sad. Behind him and a little to the left was Taleyah, face impassive, though the corners of his lip twitched in a rather smug half smile. And as was normal for the gold, he was decked out in fine set of robes. <br><br>He stepped forward, and without greeting Kethis back, glanced into his room through the open door with just one, scathing glance at his naked form. Over Kethis' shoulder, a large, and silver white form could be seen, as it swerved, caught a downdraft and bumped about in the air before it recovered, flapping away with faint growls of frustration. It looked like it was heading away from his very room. He smiled jsut a little, as suddenly the draconic form dropped, a high pitched " blasted thermaaaaa---get out the way! Dragon crashiiiiiing!" followed by the yells of those in the court was heard.<br><br>"i take it you've had a good sleep?" came the casual question, as the elf nudge the boy out of the way, who was mumbling apologies and explanations. "And yes, dragons are free to come and go. But when a silver who isn't even an adult yet, who has only reached an age for breeding goes missing from her weyr at night, we worry that the chromatics might have taken her." he gave him a level stare. "but I see she's back." he turned, taking the boy in hand by the shoulder and glanced back, eyes boring into him. "I don't know how humans conduct their courtship, but abandoning your female friend last night was quite rude wasn't it?" he narrowed his eyes. "by the way... I promised her clothes. shall I leave them with you?" <br><br>Drifting up through his window, in loud complaints were knights, and perhaps a few soldiers, trying to figure out why a chunk of the knight tower's balcony had fallen in the courtyard. then again the large silver dragon who landed on the freshly piled hay for the warhorses, crushing the wagon to kindling was a good answer. Another pair of footsteps came galloping from the hallway, a squire older than the boy by a few years, and sporting the tabard of one of the families visiting for the festivities charged forward, panting. "lord knight! lord knight! Your dragon! she fell from the sky!" yes, it sounded worrying... until of course... " she broke the wagon and just wandered off without apologizing!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 06:34:39</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gripping his fingers tighter into the sheets that are draped around his waist, Kethis really would not like for them to fall at this moment.&nbsp; He was already running late, already annoyed, and the last thing he needed was for what little cloth covering him to fall away right now.&nbsp; Though, it might serve the both of them right he thought in a small flash.&nbsp; No, the damned gold might actually enjoy it.&nbsp; Or it would scare the boy off even further.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Instead of saying a thing, he forces a polite look upon his face as Taleyah looks past him.&nbsp; As he hears all the commotion outside, Kethis inwardly winces.&nbsp; Oh goodness, he should have warned her about how the courtyard warms up quicker than the rest of the castle, which sometimes can cause the drafts and winds to be a little odd there.&nbsp; The sound of a crunching wagon was really too much for him, and caused his head to duck.&nbsp; Wincing a little as he imagines just what happened, his eyes close for a moment in a small prayer that none were hurt in her crash.&nbsp; Thankful actually now that Taleyah spoke, it gives Kethis something to focus on rather than the thoughts of her splayed out in embarrassment in the courtyard.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Composing his face and words, he speaks in an even measure while nodding slowly.&nbsp; “I can see your point, and I will be certain to inform her to at least…leave word?&nbsp; Would that be acceptable, should she choose to find a night out in the future.”&nbsp; At the mention of clothing though, he moves his free hand towards a small table in his room.&nbsp; “If you have the clothes with you, feel free to set them anywhere.&nbsp; I will see to it that she does find them.”&nbsp; Choosing to ignore the comment about being rude for abandoning his date, Kethis has already turned to take a step towards his armor and underclothing.&nbsp; “We had something of a disagreement in terms, but were able to meet later to smooth things over.&nbsp; I will be sure to apologize for any rudeness to those who deserve it of course.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he starts to look over the padding that will go underneath his armor, Kethis turns his head quickly towards the sound of the newcomer.&nbsp; “Yes, yes.&nbsp; I have heard…&nbsp; But she simply walked away?”&nbsp; Letting out a sigh as he shakes his head, there is something of a mischievous look in his eyes as he speaks.&nbsp; “Pardon me Sir Taleyah, but perhaps that is something best suited for you?&nbsp; Explaining about the drafts and winds created by the Keep here?&nbsp; I am certain that you are far more qualified to explain to our dear dragon about such.&nbsp; And of course, I am sure that the wagon is something she did not mean to destroy…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 14:20:57</strong>
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				Taleyah's eyes narrowed. The humans was daring him to something... at the risk of Aranrhod's exposure. He paused, eyeing kethisas he spoke with the young squire, who was wringing his hands worriedly and mumbling something about the owner of the wagon wanting compensation. Or perhaps he was simply trying to goad him into an argument? How foolish. even more so because Taleyah almost got caught in the human's little web. A child. He still was one, even after that incident with the failed mission. Or perhaps it was because of it. He crossed his arms, and watched as both young boys waited for further orders, eyeing one and the other. No, taleyah knew exactly what they were aiming for... rumors. He sighed.<br><br>"perhaps its best to make sure whatever damages your lady dragon has done would be seen to." he didn't excuse himself, though he did motion for the other boy to follow him. Their footsteps echoed in the hallway, disappearing around the corner and perhaps finally, out in the courtyard. the young squire waited, then without word, helped Kethis prepare his armor, adjusting the straps before he stepped away and waited for further orders. Which was when he glaced towards the balcony and noticed the strained beam there, claw marks where a certain dragon had gotten stuck the night before and tried to pry herself out. He didn't know what it was though, so he stared, then blinked.<br><br>"my lord... should I tell the masons about that?' he asked, pointing at the gouge of aranrhod's hind legs, paused then scratched his hand. "would you like to break your fast first before you go out to the courtyard? i could--" he paused at another commotion in the courtyard, and ever a curious child, had hurried to peer down at the balcony and blinked at the sight. Aranrhod, wings mantling... was being chased by a rather irate swan. A large one from the size of it, not in the least afraid of the predator. In fact, Aranrhod was acting almost worried, as it kept trying to snap at her tail.<br><br>"Uh... s-sir knight? I.. well.. y-your dragon..."<br><br>'getyourfowlawayfrommeori'lleatit!' came the high pitched shrill of the silver, followed by a "hold still your silly lizard! it can't peck you hard with all that scale!" which of course was answered with 'makeitstopchasingmeeeeee!'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 22:17:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning away from the door once Taleyah leaves, Kethis walks over towards the stand on which his armor rests.&nbsp; Glancing over his shoulder to make certain that the gold and the small boy have left, he then watches as the other Paige heads towards the window.&nbsp; Shaking his head to answer the question about breakfast, his stomach lets out a small rumble of a reminder that skipping would not be the best of ideas.&nbsp; Slumping his shoulders slightly, he lets out a little sigh as he heads towards the window himself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking out to see Aranrhod being chased by the swan, he cannot help but laugh at the sight of it.&nbsp; A dragon, large enough to carry him into battle, being chased by a smaller bird.&nbsp; But then again, he could attest to the less than delicate moods of those birds as he thought back to the times he had been chased by them before.&nbsp; They are lovely creatures, and make wonderful guards for anyone who might be trying to sneak through their area.&nbsp; Let alone, someone who had the misfortune of getting too close to one of their nests.&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly now, Kethis forces himself to take a slow step away from the window.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“She will be fine, the swan is really not going to hurt her.&nbsp; And Sir Taleyah is upon his way down there I believe.&nbsp; So, he can cover all of that with his typical….charm.”&nbsp; Turning back to his armor now, Kethis lets the sheet that had been wrapped around his waist fall to the ground.&nbsp; “Go and grab something light for me, please.&nbsp; A bit of water and some fruit, perhaps a small pastry as well if the kitchen has made any.”&nbsp; Taking a bit of the undergarments and padding from his armor rack, he quickly pulls them up his legs and over his nudity.&nbsp; It would not do to be see too much without clothing for now he thought to himself.&nbsp; The poor boy might faint if he was shocked anymore this morning.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 13:50:41</strong>
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				The boy had never such a sight before. At least, in the short time he had spent as a squire at the Tower he had never seen a dragon that acted so much like a... well... pet? He blinked and watched the scene below, before Kethis' voice seemed to call him back to his duties. He turned, eyes wide, half listening to the commotion outside and half seeing to the knight's orders. He snapped her feet together, then scrambled out like a gangly calf. Was it because of seeing something a young boy might get scarred of? Who knew. He did come back promptly though, balancing a basket filled with bread, a small vial of honey, a pat of butter and cheese. He set the things down on the small table, chipped just recently-- just the night before actually-- and pulled something out from one of his many pockets. haven forbid the boy was a kender, or part kender... but no, he just had alot of pockets. From one of these many things he pulled out a flask, a butter knife and two apples which he added to the meal with pride. "here you go, lord!" he announced, and stood there, waiting.<br><br>"What is going on here?!"<br><br>That was the bellow that came from outside, as Taleyah finally decided to deign the courtyard his exalted, golden presence. Oh he was still in his elven form, but somehow the aura he exuded was enough to quiet everyone down. the knights that have gathered to find out what the crash was earlier, the squires... the foot soldiers, the group of soldiers waiting for the duel... the early merchants and stablehands. And the swan. In fact it was only the swan that wasn't fazed by the gold. It continued to peck irately at Aranrhod, who had paused in mid stride, wings half folded, one of her hind legs keeping the fowl at bay. <br><br>Taleyah gave the damages a quick assessment, eyes glancing at the broken wagon. Young stablehands were already sweeping the hay up, though one of the wheels needed a new axle, and needed to be hammered back in place-- so did one side. the mule that had pulled the wagon could care less, which was good. but there were several cages that were broken open, which was probably where the swan came from. the others were already captured and tied up, save for one. The largest, meanest one at that. He sighed, watching Aranrhod as she tried not to hurt the silly animal by acting silly herself, then cleared his throat. "Are you quite done?" he asked, as the silver turned her large, gray eyes at him, eyes blinking rapidly, sounding like daggers being drawn simultaneously. <br><br>'the bird started it.'<br><br>"Yes, and you're an adult full grown. Leave the bird alone."<br><br>'yes.. elder' came the dejected answer, as a tail flicked out to swat at the bird's rump. it honk angrily, pecked her leg a few more times before finally waddling away. "What do you have to say for yourself, making such a ruckus this early?" asked taleyah, who took a quick glance upwards at the unseen damages. aranrhod ducked her head, and muttered a rumbling 'I didn't mean to fall on them...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 10:09:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Glancing towards the food that this boy has produced, he actually winces a bit at the sight of the smashed bread.&nbsp; It really was not something that should be kept in pockets, but he was not going to scold him for it.&nbsp; Turning slowly away from his armor for a moment, he steps towards the boy with a small sigh.&nbsp; Trying to keep it without notice for the time being, he catches himself mid-sigh to turn it more into just a normal exhale.&nbsp; Taking the apple from the boy’s hand, he then motions towards the table in a gesture that indicates for him to set the food down.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the sound of the bellow coming in through the window, Kethis sets his shoulders just a bit.&nbsp; Obviously not happy at the fact that –his- dragon was the one being yelled at, he forces his hand to not curl into a fist and crush the apple there.&nbsp; Instead he lifts it to his mouth to take a large bite.&nbsp; Breaking the skin of the apple with his teeth, the crisp sound is at least something of a distraction to him.&nbsp; Placing the apple on a small stand near his armor, he then takes one more look at the protective metal.&nbsp; I need to put this on quickly, or I will be even later, he thought to himself as his hand picks up a piece of padding.&nbsp; Donning the undergarments for his armor quickly, the cotton padding fits against his frame like the well-worn and broken in pieces they are.&nbsp; His hands move with the quick fluid gestures of someone who has done this countless times.&nbsp; A strap here, a buckle there and soon he has the majority of his armor donned.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Help me tighten this strap here.”&nbsp; Pointing towards one piece of armor that is placed against his shin he waits for the boy to strap it into place.&nbsp; With one hand holding the piece of metal in place, his other hand takes up the apple again.&nbsp; Quickly finishing off the fruit, he is chewing while the boy tightens the armor.&nbsp; Feeling it go into place properly, he nods as the boy works on his other leg.&nbsp; After the pieces are in place and tightened, he steps towards the table again.&nbsp; Picking up the piece of smashed bread, he puts a little butter on it before turning towards his rack of weapons.&nbsp; No certain as to how this other person would be fighting, he decides that a small compliment would be the proper way to go.&nbsp; Attaching a small sword to his hip, the then places a longsword over his back.&nbsp; Picking up his shield, he straps that over his back and over the sword there.&nbsp; Then finding a mace, the weapon is placed upon his hip opposite the sword.&nbsp; Nodding to himself as he feels the comforting weight of his weapons and armor on his body.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Send message to the medics please.&nbsp; I am not certain that my healing abilities will be sufficient, and I do not wish for my opponent to be too grievously harmed from this.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>30-05-2012, 13:17:46</strong>
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				The boy was more than a little awed by the knight's aura. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought sir Kethis de Sulthen was headed for war. "s-sir?" he stammered, and hopped to in helping the knight finish his preparations, pulling what needed pulled, tightening what needed to be tightened, and stepping away when being underfoot would prove very detrimental to his immediate health. Finally, fully armored he stepped back, giving the knight a critical once over as if he had every right to do so. Then in a small voice-- 'sir? Are you to fly a mission this morning then?' he asked, then nodded at the order, snapping his feet before scampering outside to the healers'.<br><br>Oh he definitely did not know what the healers were for, but who was he to ask? He was quite prompt though, able to return to kethis side as a sort of entourage as he made his way outside.. which amusingly enough became more than just an entourage of one. By the time he would reach the crowd outside he would have the squire, another, older stable lad, two field healers and a dwarven cleric; the last three looking as grim as the knight they were following, thinking of the worse scene they might encounter once they step out.<br><br>Of course the scene outside was... well, rather disappointing. Taleyah had finally bullied enough people to clean the mess the young adult silver had created, and was currently watching the masons haul the broken balcony part to be replaced back. the wagon was being pounded at as well, and the cages were brought through the kitchens. On one side were gathered three young women, all wearing oddly shaped confections on their heads masquerading as the latest fashion in hats, and one in particular, seem to light up when she saw him. On the other side were the foot soldiers that he had invited to the duel, one in particular looking quite haggard... and was channeling his nerves on the 'oversized lizard' by kicking its tail.<br><br>Unfortunately for him the said lizard was the very same dragon Kethis rode, and the woman whom he had insulted the knight before. fortunate for him though, that Aranrhod ignored him completely, both simply because the kicks didn't hurt one bit, and that at the moment her new stable boy had been handfeeding her the breakfast she so loved. Organs. Each piece daintily taken off the boy's hand and chewed like the proper lady that she was. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 10:04:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only after making certain that his armor and weapons are in place does Kethis turn away from the stand where they had been.&nbsp; Going to answer the boy’s question, his mouth opens and the quickly closes as he realizes that the page has already scampered off.&nbsp; Letting out a small sigh, he mutters softly under his breath.&nbsp; “No, no mission…&nbsp; Only a matter of honor that I cannot even fully admit to.”&nbsp; Shaking his head as his words then turn to a small prayer, he asks Paladine for the strength to see the day through.&nbsp; As his words continue, he can feel a small energy building in him as his faith strengthens his muscles and makes an almost aura around him.&nbsp; Every bit the noble knight, Kethis strides out from his room and into the hallway.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he steps into the hallway, Kethis comes to a sudden stop as there is a soft thunk before a clang and then the sound of a metal tray hitting the ground.&nbsp; Having bumped into one of the many serving ladies that keep the Keep in functioning order, Kethis had accidently knocked her tray of food down to the ground.&nbsp; Hanging his head with a long sigh, he kneels down to start gathering up what had been spilled.&nbsp; “You have my apologies m’lady, I was in a rush and did not see you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No no!&nbsp; Tis my fault sir, really…&nbsp; I don’t..&nbsp; You shouldn’t..”&nbsp; Stammering out her words as the Knight before her starts to gather up some of the mess, she drops to the ground and starts to quickly pick up the bits of food.&nbsp; Moving quicker than Kethis due to wearing only a simple dress, she even shoo’s his hand away at one point to grab an apple that his hand was reaching towards.&nbsp; “There sir, it is done..&nbsp; No need for you to get messy.&nbsp; Please.”&nbsp; Almost pleading with that last word, she knew that if anyone caught her, she might get in trouble.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After standing up once the mess was partially cleaned, Kethis offers his hand out towards the lady with a small smile.&nbsp; “Please, it was my fault.&nbsp; If anyone should ask you about it, tell them Kethis deSulthen was at fault.&nbsp; I will honor it, and accept any consequences.”&nbsp; Nodding towards her after helping the lady to her feet, his own feet carry him quickly towards the courtyard.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Arriving a bit late to the appointed duel, Kethis strides out and into the sunlight with a steady pace.&nbsp; The light reflects from his polished armor, giving him just a slight aura of light around him.&nbsp; Coughing once, his head turns slowly to look at the man who happens to be taking some aggression out upon the tale of his ‘mount’.&nbsp; “Ahem.&nbsp; I believe that your quarrel is with me, and not the dragon who you happen to be striking.&nbsp; Who by the way, is my own companion and friend…&nbsp; It would behoove you to not continue adding insults to me and my companions, unless you wish this to be more than a…’friendly’ matter.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 05:33:14</strong>
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				High Clerist tower; guardian of Palanthas. How people thought of the fortress as the cradle of everything that was honorable, venerable and serene. Knights in the armor glistened under the sun as they walked the streets, solemn in their faith and duties. Infallible, incorruptible... chosen by mounts that were closer to Paladine than most. Or so their reputation went. It would be a wonder what those people would think now if they would see the chaos within its courtyard.<br><br>In the distance a complaining merchant was being hauled off by the quartermaster and a few others, in an attempt to stop the scene he was still intent on generating; a few knights staring on in mingled amusement and polite contempt, if such a thing was possible. Near the gates visitors were starting to come in, laden with goods and business and sometimes simply in supplication to whatever thing they would think only the Knights of Solamnia were capable to fixing. One particular knot of people was steadily starting to grow though, as the arrival of one Kethis de Sulthen and his impromptu escorts heralded the start of what turned out to be...according to the rapidly spreading rumors... was a duel.<br><br>Every bit the dashing knight in shining armor, the small group of women lead by the girl he was being paired-- or at least being attempted to be paired-- with tittered, hiding their blushes behind fans and handkerchiefs as he strode forward. Yes, quite dashing. At least until....<br><br>'Kethis!'<br><br>There were exactly three heavy footfalls, before a muffled thump could be heard where a large silver head bumped the knight's chest, pressing close before lifting him slightly. 'Good morning! I fell.' came Aranrhod's greeting, as she stretched her neck in an affectionate nuzzle. Yes, quite normal in the pair... at least to other people. Then again if they were observant enough, which they weren't... they might wonder why the young silver suddenly got into the habit of licking her rider's cheek in public, even as a welcome. Or the way she canted her head a little lower than his height, like a she-wolf submitting to an alpha male. Or some other thing like that.<br><br>Yes she definitely ignored the foot soldier, even as the man faced his foe for the day. Aranrhod however, wasn't ignored by the female... as she walked over, warily eyeing the large teeth so close to Kethis' face and bobbed a regal curtsey. She smiled up at him, and dared to draw him away, leading him to the side by the hand in such a familiar manner. Why shouldn't she? When she practically grew up with the knowledge that her grandfather favored Kethis to be her husband.<br><br>"Please be careful today, Kethis." she whispered, and quite innocently slipped a lace handkerchief into his gauntleted hand. "i hope my favor will bring you luck." She blushed prettily, ever the noble daughter, as her doting grandfather, the leader of the Order of the Rose looked on from the tower. "Perhaps... after this... we may take a ride on a hor--"<br><br>'her words were cut off quite casually, as somthing metallic glinted, slithered forward to casually flip the offending piece of fabric from Kethis' hand before he could keep it, and tossed it away, followed by such an icy breath frost formed on it. Aranrhod's elegant head hovered behind him, above his own head and peered nearsightedly at the girl... and blinked once. 'Boo.'<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 06:33:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the morning sun gleaming off of his armor, the sun’s light sends little rays off of Kethis to form an almost halo of light around him, that is only supplanted by the confidence that exudes from him.&nbsp; With his lovely dragon moving in closer towards him, he does not think about how it may appear to anyone else as his hand lifts upwards to caress the side of her scaled cheek.&nbsp; Letting his fingers linger there as she lowers her head so, he scratches there until the second person approaches him.&nbsp; Knowing just who it is, the Lady Anastasia has been trying to speak with him for months going on years now.&nbsp; Always having the chance to escape for some reason or another, Kethis manages to keep a straight face while his inner thoughts are churning.&nbsp; She was not who he wished to see at the moment, considering just what he was about to do.&nbsp; But still, he offers a small and polite bow of his head and shoulders as she approaches.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Lady Anastasia, it is…good that you have come out to see the activities today?”&nbsp; Speaking in a soft tone as she pulls him away, it is clear that he thinks that there are far better places for her to be on this day.&nbsp; However once he was at least a bit out of sight from her grandfather, he turns his head to speak in a low tone.&nbsp; “Certainly, you should not be out to watch such violence.&nbsp; It is a simple manner of respect, as this man insulted the Lady I was with last eve.”&nbsp; Making certain to mention that he was with someone last night, he left any other implications to her own mind as he watches her reaction.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Before she is able to speak a word, the fabric that had been pressed into his hand is flipped out and treated with such draconic ‘care’.&nbsp; Turning in just a bit of surprise, he has to force his lips from breaking out in a wide smile as Aranrhod’s face is suddenly there.&nbsp; “Ah, hello my companion.&nbsp; Is it time for the duel to begin?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 06:46:20</strong>
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				Anastasia was well groomed from childhood to be the perfect knight's lady. Like every other girl she had dreamed of being the woman a knight of Solamnia would fall for. She had survived on the idea of such a strong man being too strong to be corrupted by the dark queen, but not being strong enough not to fall in love with her. She had cherished it throughout the years, has sighed over her grandparents, had imagined that her father was once a knight who did the same with her mother. <br><br>No small wonder why sh didn't find it hard to accept the idea that her grandfather wanted her to be a knight's lady. And why it wasn't hard for hr to fall for Kethis. Well, perhaps not fall yet... but as the days passed with him finally approachable at the tower, it was coming close to that. Perhaps the only problem in this would be love story was his new companion: the silver dragon. She didn't fancy herself a jealous woman, but she was. Despite knowing what kind of bond a dragonrider shared with their mount, sh still couldn't stop the simmering resentment. She did smile though, looking up at the silver eye that regarded her with the same wariness of one female to another.<br><br>"Oh. I'Im sorry..." what was its name again? "I was just... speaking to the lord knight." she felt her heart break a little as the fabric fluttered stiffly to the ground, as the possessive lizard tossed it away. How could she compete with a dragon? but then, a dragon is not human... and surely... surely... she squared her shoulders and smiled wider, bobbing a curtsy at the silver, before she tucked another small token into Kethis' mailed fist. it was a braided ring, of her hair, hurrying back to her group without waiting to know if he had to go or not.<br><br>Above kethis there was a quick sound of metal, as Aranrhod's eye glanced over... and possibly gave him a death glare. 'What was that about?' she mumbled, rumbled really... in a suspicious, and finally... femininely aware tone. It was as if she hadn't noticed how her knight had been attractive to females before last night. Well... before she just made him bathe twice whenever he became too friendly with---<br><br>*blink* <br><br>'Should i bite her?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 23:33:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing there, motionless, Kethis seems just a bit uncomfortable as both the lady and his dragon seem to face off for a long moment.&nbsp; With his back straight and shoulders set, the only part of his body that is moving are is eyes as they flit back and forth between the two.&nbsp; Half expecting a fight to break out here and now, his muscles remain tensed in case he has to move into action quickly.&nbsp; Thankfully though, the situation diffuses its self without the need for him to end up between a dragon and this small lady.&nbsp; Though as the little token in placed into his hand, he knows that the situation just got a lot more precarious.&nbsp; Unable to drop the bit of braided hair like he wished to, his hand moved slowly to tuck the bit into his belt while the lady’s grandfather watched on.&nbsp; After the Lady Anastasia was out of hearing range, he lets out a long sigh.&nbsp; Looking towards his dragon, he gives her a look of mild reproach.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No, you certainly cannot bite her!&nbsp; That would be rude, and…do you really think she would taste that good?”&nbsp; Managing a little chuckle at the last bit, his right hand up to scratch the little sensitive scales on the underside of his chin, his gaze turns to watch the lady walk away slowly.&nbsp; Her hips sashay back and forth in a manner meant to be alluring to men, it seems that her charms are not completely lost on Kethis either.&nbsp; Though his gaze does not linger for long, his eyes do manage to catch a bit of the way her hips move back and forth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Right now, we should focus on the duel however.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 07:06:46</strong>
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				Aranrhod looked serene, elegant... calm. At least from what other people may see. The look she gave Kethis though seemed to say that in her head she already bit Anastacia three times. She snorted once, blowing cold air with a hint of metal before turning away, kneading the ground like an irritated cat. The young woman was back in the arms of her peers again, and with their heads together, it was clear they were either teasing the young lady or she was reporting how he had accepted her token. Another gust of cold, metal tasting air was Aranrhod's only response.<br><br>'And they say dragonkind females are silly.' she muttered, tail lashing once to lightly tap her rider and lover's wandering gaze back to where it properly belonged. At least where it should belong at the moment, not necessarily where Aranrhod wanted it to stay which was on her, but on the tall elven gentleman who was striding towards them like the bearer of ill will while Aranrhod hurriedly made herself scarce with a loving 'i commit your soul to paladin' at her rider. it was of course...a joke. At least she hoped,as she glanced at Taleyah's thunderous expression. <br><br>"Did you see what damage your dragon has done?" he asked, waving his arm in the general direction of the courtyard. "The merchant's demanding compensation; the cook said he cannot cook the swans until they've calmed otherwise the meat with sour and the stone masons are all wondering how they would be able to take that balcony up that high without breaking doorways!" he waved again, this time to the other side of the courtyard, where Kethis' would be opponent stared, no... glowered like a thunderstorm. <br><br>"The lord Knight also wants to know if this duel is you defending your bethrothed's honor." he sighed, this time wearily at the folly of youth... and of humans and certain dragons. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 20:07:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Actually making a motion to shoo off his dragon and mate now, it is a small gesture of his fingers that while others may not understand much, it brings a smile to his face.&nbsp; Then as she scurries off and becomes scarce, he lets out a breath he had not really known he was holding.&nbsp; Closing his eyes as he readies himself for the upcoming duel, his arms hang to his side as he shakes out both his fingers and forearms.&nbsp; Trying to relieve the tension that has built up in his body, his knees bend while he lifts himself up onto the balls of his feet.&nbsp; While it may not look like he is moving much, the gentle swaying of his body does wonders to loosen and relax his muscles.&nbsp; With his body slowly relaxing, his mind fades from the moment and time seems to slow.&nbsp; His thoughts gently leave his head now as a quiet calm overcomes him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Snapping his eyes open as he comes back to the present, his eyes look over the man before him now with a serene state.&nbsp; “My dragon?&nbsp; Hmm, an interesting choice of words…”&nbsp; Trailing his own words off into a small chuckle, the sound is deep as it nearly echoes off of his armor.&nbsp; “I will personally see to it that merchant is seen to, both monetarily and that his items are repaired or replaced.&nbsp; The cook could be advised that a side of mutton would do just as well as geese this evening for dinner.&nbsp; But that certainly would be his choice, hmm?&nbsp; I am no chef.&nbsp; But if one ingredient is not available, then it is time to move to the next item on the menu.”&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly as he steps to the side now, he looks across the courtyard to see where his opponent stood.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“As for the Sir that I shall be encountering, it is mindful of me to make mention that all he needs to do is offer apologies to the Lady for his words and actions.&nbsp; That shall easily avoid this needless conflict.&nbsp; I also should remind him, and others,” as he says the words he glances a bit towards where the circle of ladies are standing, “that I am not betrothed.&nbsp; I am still a free man, and shall make my choice when the time comes.&nbsp; Despite pressure from…external sources.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping a couple of feet away from Taleyah now, his feet carry him to the edge of the area that shall be used for the duel as he slings his shield down to his arm.&nbsp; Strapping the shield in place, he thinks for a moment before slipping his mace from his belt and into his hand.&nbsp; “This should be enough, to not harm him too very much.”&nbsp; Sighing now, his hand reaches up to slide the visor of his helm down over his face.&nbsp; Presenting the image of a knight in armor now, the sun gleams a bit off of the metal, and he quickly is matching his dragon’s scales in terms of brilliance.&nbsp; The crest on his shield is that of the Kingfisher holding a Rose in its talons, with crossed swords behind it.&nbsp; Lifting his shield in position now, he presents it to his opponent as his voice lifts upwards.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Sir, this does not have to occur.&nbsp; All that is needed is an apology, and we may part here as friends and without violence.&nbsp; If that is not to be the case, then please, step into the ring.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 00:46:53</strong>
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				It was a most amusing farce, even Taleyah had to admit that. He lsitened to the knight's simple resolution to the human conflict before walking away, though the gold's-- the elf's eyes remained on him, a tinge of amused amber before he glanced back at the retreating tail of a particular silver. He hadn't expected things to come to this, and the knight wouldbe a fool to think he wouldn't know imediately, given the trusting nature of his charge. Well, either way.. he had crossed the line between a knight and his pasrtnered dragon, and he had no clairvoyance to know what fated awaited the pair.<br><br>"Free man did you say?" He whispered to himself, as he watched the knight meet his opponent, looking like he was amused by something. " I rather doubt that you are, lad." He shook his head and lifted his robes, stepping away from the courtyard to join the aged lord knight and his daughter, granddaughter.. Taleyah didn't really care.<br><br>Back in the courtyard the huge, muscled footman straightened, nearly meetng Kethis' gaze at eye level and frowned. " I did nothing wrong. I insulted no lady." Which from the tone of voice, seemed to. Dismiss Arhanrod from that category. Tehn again in a way he was right. The man nodded towards Anastacia, who had clutched her grandfather's arm worriedly, then looked back at Kethis. "I did not insult your lady sir. Although..." and his smile turned grim, leered almost. "You may have... with that peasant wench last night."<br><br>Yes, the man could either be slow, or suicidal, but he certainly did not care for none entities like Arienwen, Kethis' guest of the evening before. From the way he carried himself, he looked like one of those backwater soldiers who came to the city with theirprejudices in tact. "And I had thought knights were honorable." He sneered, adding insult upon injury. Aranrhod had reappeared above one of the stone lookouts, overlooking the pair like a brding scaled cat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 07:36:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lowering his voice to a near hiss now, anyone who had ever been around Kethis would know that his temper had just snapped.&nbsp; As his eyes narrow, his entire body goes still as the man before him is the sole focus of his world now.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I did not know, that <em>rumors</em> were to be believed over the truth.&nbsp; I am not betrothed to anyone as of yet, <em>sir</em>.”&nbsp; The last word he nearly spits out, as his hand tightens upon his mace.&nbsp; Inwardly his mind is going over subtle prayers that will increase his strength, make him harder to hit, and grant him the fortitude to see the end of the fight.&nbsp; As he continues to speak, the soft glow of Paladine and Kiri-Jolith are starting to emanate from him and his armor.&nbsp; If that were not enough to give the man pause, Kethis’s voice now has moved from a low hiss to that of a grinding sound that might remind someone of rocks being broken against each other.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The <em>Lady</em> I was with last night is dear to me, and a close friend.&nbsp; I thought that men were supposed to judge someone based upon their character, rather than any perceived looks.&nbsp; My honor stands without a single smear or stain, while at this moment you are showing that you have none.&nbsp; I offer you one last chance, apologize to myself.&nbsp; &nbsp;The lady, my dragon, and to everyone here that has to witness this.&nbsp; Otherwise…”&nbsp; His arm that is strapped through the shield lets go of the strap now, so his fingers are slightly free.&nbsp; Pulling a small dagger from his belt, it is more a symbol of honor and status than a real weapon.&nbsp; With that small blade between his fingers, he tosses it to the ground so that the blade sticks into the dirt. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Otherwise, the medics will not be needed.&nbsp; As your life is utterly forfeit.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 06:50:42</strong>
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				The soldier froze for a moment, realizing he must have overdone something. He stared at the knight and noticed a change, a certain... aura that made him nervous, and yet at the same time angered him. "You think you're high and mighty, simply because you have the family to give you the title?" he backed a few steps, a hand on the hilt of his own sword. His cohorts have moved away, clearly thinking that the duel would either start and end quickly, or their compatriot would be the coward. There was one thing they didn't know though, the man had pride. Perhaps too much of it, and he raised himself up as he drew his sword and saluted, bringing the blade up at shoulder length.<br><br>The crowd has shushed again as they watched, as the man smirked behind his sword. "I will not take it back. Knights are Hippocrates aren't you? You will weasel your way out of everything, leaving nothing to us.." the tone was bitter, envious... and irrational. "I will not apologize. I'm sure you're familiar with it, honor demands I accept your challenge." he took a great pleasure in mocking those words, and the females with the other knights gasped. Aranrhod tilted her head as she watched, then hopped off her perch, a rumbling thud echoing as she made three huge steps forward, leaning close to her knight, eyes kept on the soldier. <br><br>"Can i just bite him?' she asked, as she watched the other two touch their hands to the hilt of their own swords, seemingly worried the beast the knight rode would interfere. She sniffed, and wiggled, gouging lines against the cobblestones, turning around in a huff before she stomped off, rumbling growl escaping her throat, clearly unhappy. She stopped, turned and raised her wigns, almost as if she was a bird preparing to mantle a challenge. "Fine. If you get yourself killed Kethis de Sulthen, I will find a different dragonrider!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 09:45:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Family?&nbsp; Do I look as if I am a Knight of the Rose?”&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly, Kethis steps just as slowly further into the dueling area.&nbsp; “I am a Knight of the Sword.&nbsp; My deeds and my faith have earned my position within the ranks of the Knighthood.&nbsp; I worked through the position of being a squire, to that of becoming a Knight of the Crown.&nbsp; From there, I was able to prove myself worthy to the Knighthood as well as Kiri-Jolith, to be accepted into the ranks of the Knight of the Sword.&nbsp; I have no lineage to further myself to the Knights of the Rose, this is my station in life and I demand you treat it with respect.&nbsp; I may not have your respect personally, but you WILL respect the Knighthood!”&nbsp; The last words from his mouth were a bellow, as his body rushes forward.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not even noticing Aranrhod stepping closer, his footsteps are propelling him closer to this soldier.&nbsp; Even as the footman’s sword comes up to defend himself, the blade is easily and almost casually slapped out of the way by a flick of Kethis’s shield.&nbsp; In a low arc, the knight’s mace swings in to dip under the other man’s shield and smash into his knee.&nbsp; With his anger great, Kethis does not hold back in the slightest.&nbsp; The crowd surrounding the ring can hear the crunching of both metal as well as bone, as the flanged head of the mace nearly sticks within the footman’s knee.&nbsp; But with a loud grunt of effort, Kethis yanks free the mace from the shattered and broken joint to lift it high over his head.&nbsp; Dipping his shield in at the right moment, the footman’s sword skitters along the front to send sparks flying off of the still slightly glowing shield front.&nbsp; The crest there gleams in the morning light, and reflects the symbol of all the Knighthood stands for, and that is the last thing the poor soldier sees.&nbsp; As just as quickly as Kethis lifted his mace, the weapon falls down in a powerful strike against his head.&nbsp; Again there is a crunch of both metal and bone, though this time the pain has actually had time to register so all of these sickening sounds are punctuated by a quick yell of pain.&nbsp; Though, now the yell is cut short as the mace breaks both helmet and skull, ending the life of this poor soldier who was unfortunate enough to anger this Knight and dare to insult his loved on.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The fight took perhaps five seconds total, leaving the crowd in utter shock.<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once the soldier before him has fallen to the ground, Kethis throws the mace down to the earth as it soaks up the lifeblood of the dying man.&nbsp; Ripping his helmet free from his head now, Kethis scans the gathered friend and companions of the fallen soldier.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Would anyone else, care to insult my companion?&nbsp; Or perhaps you care to insult the honor of a Knight?&nbsp; This all could have been avoided, had one man listened to reason.&nbsp; He was offered a chance to simply apologize, on multiple occasions.&nbsp; But this, this is the price of arrogance.&nbsp; Death.”&nbsp; Looking around, Kethis turns his gaze towards some of the gathered Knights that had come to watch the duel.&nbsp; “None are exempt from this, not even Knights.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning away from the scene of battle, Kethis leaves both helmet and mace on the ground next to the man’s body as he speaks softly.&nbsp; “Please, see to it that he is buried with honor and grace.&nbsp; I shall see to all costs of this morning.&nbsp; For now, I have my companion to tend to.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 14:11:04</strong>
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				It was not a duel. Anyone who would say it was would have a hard time convincing others of it. It was trial and execution of a fool, and despite the brutal scene, it would be grudgingly admitted that Kethis de Sulthen, knight of the Sword had the right of it. The man was a fool, it may be unfortunate that he had to die, but he was fool enough not to see it... therefopre perhaps he wasn't worthy to live. At least some of those gathered there would think so. Taleyah certainly did. It was just another prove how young humans are. Young and foolish.&nbsp; He shook his head and turned away, as two squires hurried to cover the body, the rest running to get a litter.<br><br>And surprisingly... Aranrhod was no longer present. Anastacia was though, and the savage killing.. at least to her had her sobbing in her grandfather's arm, who nodded once at Kethis, understand what needed to be done. He may not like it, but he would have done the same thing... that's what the nod seemed to say. She pushed away from her grandfather, dabbing her eyes lightly and looked at kethis, looking as if she would go to him... if only the silence was disturbed by the sound of angry honking swans... and a soft " ow... blast it all."<br><br>A young woman, small in stature, wearing a rather elven style gown... and..well.. no shoes came from around the tower, where there was no doors or stairs, and stomped...err...sort of... waddled over, clearly unsure of how to use her feet, then looked down at the scene. She gave the body a small frown, mumbled what seemed like a prayer, then placed both hands on her hips, glaring at kethis. "Are you quite done proving who has the bigger sword? I'm hungry you know." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 08:56:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking weary beyond what that simple fight should have, Kethis looks up from the ground to take notice of the lady before him.&nbsp; Sighing softly as he moves to stand at her side, his eyes cannot hold back the care and affection he feels towards her, though he is trying to at least not let that much be known to any of the other Knight’s or Ladies that are watching.&nbsp; Knowing full well who this lady is, he forces the look of exhaustion slowly from his face as his shoulders move to straighten back.&nbsp; In the distance behind them the crowd has gone from speaking in hushed and muted tones, to now commenting upon the action of the morning.&nbsp; It seemed as if the duel had been pushed from their minds, and they were on to speak of happier topics.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Making certain that the blood is gone from the flanged head of his mace; he then slips it into the loop hanging from his belt.&nbsp; After the weapon is stowed away, he looks up to his lady as she speaks.&nbsp; Unable to keep a small smile from turning his lips upwards, his head now nods slowly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I believe that we may go and seek some food for you.&nbsp; Myself, I seem to not have an appetite at the moment.&nbsp; Instead a bit of fresh air would do me best.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 10:28:40</strong>
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				She would have said something very draconic then, probably something to tell him how he made a great performance of a simple thing.. if only she hadn't notice his drawn out face. she kicked out her right leg and stepped forward, looking up at the knight like a child with a fully grown man. that's the difference between the pair. "Kethis?" she asked softly, peering at him. Had she been in dragon form she would have licked and settled him against her side. "You look too tired for just a few spells and a quick fight."<br><br>She would have asked more, if not for the three people that came forward. Taleyah, looking disapproving... the lord knight, and Anastacia, who was eyeing Arienwen warily. Both women seemed to size each other up, before Anastascia gave the smaller one a kind smile bordering on patronizing. Afterall, Arienwen wasn't even wearing the clothes right.. and she was on foot. Arienwen just looked at the taller female as if telling her ' you're not needed here, little meat... run along before I bite you.'<br><br>"Are you alright, sir Kethis?" came the worried voice, as anastascia abandoned her grandfather's arms for his.. at least for the first five seconds before Arienwen casually plucked it off and stepped between the two. "He's fine. Tired but fine." she said. <br><br>" Who are you?"<br><br>" how rude. Aren't you the one who asked. Is that how it works for your kind?"<br><br>"My kind? Look who's rude. Will you step away, I need to see if sir Kethis is hu--"<br><br>" No."<br><br>"Ladies. Please." it was the voice that demanded respect, as the lord knight eyed the women.. then kethis, looking quite amused. it seemed he has formed his own conclusion. "Why don't you let sir de sulthen break his fast before you argue in front of him?" he asked placatingly, as taleyah stepped a little behind Arienwen, as if expecting her to bite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 11:00:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was true, after such a fight Kethis would normally not be worn out in the slightest.&nbsp; Actually, typically he would be the opposite.&nbsp; A good rousing fight would be just what it took to get his blood and muscles moving, and to stimulate his appetite.&nbsp; But instead this small fight had Kethis looking weary and worn down.&nbsp; Almost as if the emotional ramifications of what he had just done were slamming into him and weighing his shoulders down.&nbsp; Turning to look towards Arienwen, he appears as if he is going to say something before the Lady Anastacia approaches them both.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking towards the noble lady now that she has approached, he once again opens his mouth as if he is going to speak.&nbsp; But as the two ladies continue to speak as if he isn’t even there, he turns and starts to walk off as the Lord Knight began to speak.&nbsp; Not pausing now as the older gentleman speaks, Kethis continues on his way and away from all of them.&nbsp; Walking still as if he is exhausted, his shoulders are a little slumped as his head hangs just a bit.&nbsp; Though, despite all of this he still manages to walk with a quiet and reserved dignity as he makes his way towards the gates of the Keep.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 12:12:39</strong>
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				It was a short enough catfight. Hardly one if you would think about it, not because the females have ageed or anything.. or. Because Taleyah and the lord knight had physically separated them before they even came to blows. No. It was more a silent truce as they noticed Kethis leave the scene. Anastascia looked like she was about to run after him, but a waddling Arienwen beat her to it, turning around in Taleyah's arms and ducking to follow the knight, half kicking out every third step.<br><br>"Kethis!" She calld out as she finally caught up with him, stumbling a little before she ducked past the doors. She reached out and touched his hand, watched it slip s he went ahead and glowered, glowing as she chased after him, and changing.. right inside the keep. Quite a feat that, and a cramp feat too. Something whipped past him, then went back, wrapping around his waist before he was picked up from his feet and lifted, right into the face of his silver dragon. Was it jsut luck noone was there to see the change?<br><br>"YOU.' Came the metallic tone, a pile of clothes just a handsbreath from him. Silver eyes peered at his form before Aranrhod turned and took two teps forward, glowered at the much small gates and squeezed herself through, much to the surprise of those that were about to enter. She didn't even look, as she shuffled out, spread her wings and leapt, flapping as she stole her knight away. Not anywhere far, at least not to a dragon, but it high up. She didn't even let go as she settled her claws on the ridge of the rocky outcropping of the mountains near the keep, and settled Kethis against her side. <br><br>"Peaceful, isn't it?' Came the rumble. And it was... the vast keep was laid out before them, amidsts forests and rivers, like a painting. And she closed her eyes to half slits efore curling up protectively around him. "Do not regret Kethis. Trust in your honor." Was all she said, and licked his face, a long, wet lick from chin to cheek. No. She wasn't sure what was eating at him... but she took a stab, and hoped for the best.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 11:32:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Letting out more than a surprised sound as his frame is so easily picked up, he curls a bit in to himself as her larger hand wraps around his frame.&nbsp; At least if she dropped him, he would have a chance of surviving, he thought to himself as suddenly the two of them are in the air.&nbsp; But as they find themselves on a small rocky outcropping not too far away from the Keep, he looks around slowly once his feet are under himself again.&nbsp; Taking a couple of moments to orient himself and to let the sensation of sudden vertigo pass, he then leans fully against his dragon companion.&nbsp; A minute or two more passes as he composes both himself and his thoughts, before a long sigh escapes his lungs.&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly as he exhales, his hands and arms start to slowly move once again.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I do not doubt myself.&nbsp; But, I just took a man’s life…over what?&nbsp; In the end, it was over nothing that could not have been prevented.”&nbsp; Shaking his head once again, his fingers have started to unstrap and unbuckle the fastenings of his gauntlets.&nbsp; With a bit of a thud, the metal of his armor strikes the ground at his feet as he simply lets the gauntlets fall to the ground.&nbsp; “And for what?&nbsp; Honor?&nbsp; Pride?&nbsp; It was all because I grew angry, and he would not stand down.&nbsp; His death lies partially on my shoulders as well, no matter what anyone says.”&nbsp; Turning his head to look up at her now, he lays his hand on her side to feel her smooth scales under his fingers.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I believe however, the worst of all of this…is that I would do so again in a heartbeat, if someone were to insult or threaten you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 10:53:26</strong>
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				Aranrhod reminded herself not to judge him in the way of a dragonkin. He was human, and death meant far more to his kind than just the end of a journey and the beginning of a new one. Somehow she understood why most dragonkin preferred walking among the elves, for they lived long enough to have an inkling of that fact. Aranrhod wasn't one to leave her rider and now lover though, so she remained quit as she heard out his words. <br><br>"Does a pack leader feel guilt in killing a challenger that would threten those he care for?' She asked. "That man knew what he was getting into, I'm sure you saw it in his eyes. He was trouble with no honor in him but plenty of bitterness. Perhaps he assumed yo cannot strike by the virtue of you being a knight, but that wasn't your fault but his." There was a shrug, the sound like a heavy sack of metal being lifted and poured. Then she turned her head and peerred at Kethis with one silver molten eye.<br><br>She leaned closer, touching a her snout against his armor, then breathed against it, cooling it. She still hadn't warmed up for the day. "If it hadn't been you, it would have&nbsp; been someone else. That someone could have been killed by him. And he could have gone on to continue what he was." She breathed gently, letting the clear of the metal be fogged by the mist from her breath. "That and he just insulted your lady. Personally Id have bitten his head off. But I think... I like you defending me for a change." And her eye twinkled, leaning up enough to nudge his face with a lick. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Heart of a Knight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 23:27:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lifting his hand slowly after his dragon had touched her snout to his armor, he has a faint smile on his face as his hand touches her scaled cheek.&nbsp; Brushing his fingers along the curve of her jaw, his hand then slowly trails down her jawline until he is touching her nose.&nbsp; Ending up with only a single finger on the tip of her snout, he gently pokes her as the smile on his face lingers on.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Thank you.&nbsp; Sometimes even a Knight needs perspective.&nbsp; Especially from his Lady.”&nbsp; Chuckling then as her long tongue flicks out along his cheek, his head shakes a little as he steps back to look her over.&nbsp; The smile that had begun to form is growing now, until the worries and concerns of earlier are starting to fade from his face.&nbsp; Stepping around slowly to her side, she can feel his shoulder now leaning against her as he speaks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You enjoyed me defending you?&nbsp; For once?&nbsp; I believe my dear companion, this is certainly not the first time.&nbsp; Unless you are pretending to forget the time a particular ogre had…hm.”&nbsp; Twinkling with a little mirth, he looks up towards her as his words trail off.&nbsp; He was of course, speaking of the time where they had been fighting an ogre and his band of bandits, and she had landed to allow him off.&nbsp; In the time she was on the ground, they had been swarmed and the ogre had taken a hold of her tail.&nbsp; With the long tail tucked under the ogre’s arm, she had been unable to take off for fear of losing balance, and it was the actions of her Knight that day that had dispatched the ogre.&nbsp; “Or, are we not mentioning the past right now?”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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