Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin & Moyra)
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				Title: <strong>Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 07:13:40</strong>
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				Akora had never felt this restless or this trapped as she was used to being free to wander the Underdark as she pleased, rather than being stuck in this minuscule room. She was very sure she was going to wear a path in the stone floor as she paced from one end of the room to the other. She still couldn't believe she'd gotten herself into this predicament. Every time she thought of it, her mind started to berate her, but she always stopped herself. After all, it was nothing to the lashing of words her father would deal her if she ever got out of this. <em>No, when I get out of this,</em> she corrected herself. <em>There has to be a reason I'm still alive. If they wanted me dead they would have done so by now. No...I'm needed for something.</em> She became frustrated with her own pacing and sat herself on the puny chair in the room. Her long frame didn't quite fit it, her legs hanging out from the edge in an awkward angle and her arms would hang down nearly to the floor if she didn't place them in her lap. She quickly became frustrated with the chair and moved to the bed, laying down on her back. She twined her long graceful fingers together behind her head, tangling them into the silver threads fanning out around her face. If it wasn't for the clothes she wore, the stark white of the pool of hair draping off the bed, or the bright white of her eyes as they stared at a crack in the ceiling, she would have blended in nearly perfectly with the grey bed sheet, her skin nearly matching it's charcoal hue.<br><br>She sighed, growing impatient with being bored and locked up, and sat up on the bed facing the one door to the room, with the only window. In fact that window was a source of annoyance with her as well as the room itself. She had no way of covering it when she needed privacy. She could often feel unknown and unseen guards watching her, and it unnerved her, making her skin crawl. Shaking off that sickening feeling, she stood up and walked toward the door, her face pressed into the open window. She couldn't see anyone, but knew there was someone. There always was. "Hello? Can i at least get some books or something to occupy my time. I'm going to go insane in here, and i doubt anyone would want a screaming shrew in their dungeon." Her crystal clear voice rang softly over the walls around her room, echoing and coming back to her tenfold. She was impressed that her voice held no fear. The last thing she wanted was to let them know how this was all affecting her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 23:13:40</strong>
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				"Damn it.&nbsp; Just because I'm the new officer in this company I have to be a fucking personal keeper of some damn elf."&nbsp; Johnathan Lionsfang cursed under his breath.&nbsp; He was dressed in a brown tunic and loose and baggy black pants, his feature very leonine.&nbsp; His eyes were a very deep blue, his black hair was pulled back and tied as it hung just below his shoulders.&nbsp; Johnathan made is way to were their new prisoner was begin held captive, whom was also his next assignment.&nbsp; <br><br>Arriving at his new quarters he sighs and opens the door.&nbsp; Looking around his blue eyes scouting around the room noticing that all his affects were in place and in order making him smile a bit.&nbsp; He looked at the two guards at the back of the room guarding the enterance to the prisoners jailed area.&nbsp; "You both are dismissed.&nbsp; Report to the General for further orders. Dismissed."&nbsp; He said firmly in a military tone.&nbsp; Both men stood and saluted him and left the quarters closing the door behind them.<br><br>Johnathan was looking over his war papers when he heard the voice of the prisoner.&nbsp; Sighing deeply he rose up and grabbed a book of poetry, not noticing it was one of his that he wrote and unlocked the door.&nbsp; He stepped inside and looked over at her.&nbsp; "Here you go, just call when you finish it.&nbsp; I will bring you another one.&nbsp; Tomorrow you can walk around freely but I am to be your escort around the camp."&nbsp; He said and closed the door after setting the book with in reaching distance of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 04:50:46</strong>
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				She backed away from the door as the man stepped up, unlocked it and entered. Standing before her was one of the most animalistic humans she'd seen. Though Akora had to admit to herself that she hadn't had much experience with humans, so he may not be that unusual. She was a bit taken aback at his strong features but quickly shook it off as she noticed the book he held, her mind reaching out for the distraction. Hearing his words, she looked back up to his pale eyes, "I would like to be able to stretch my legs, I'm going stir crazy in here..." she trailed off as he placed the book down and left.<br><br>Refusing to forget her manners, she said a quick thank you while looking at the book as she picked it up and headed toward the bed. She'd always hated poetry, but it was better than staring at the annoying crack in her ceiling. She laid on her back, her shimmering azure dress draping around her and off the bed, her thin calves and knees peeking out of the hem. She held the book aloft and opened to the first page. This was no normal book, it was more of a journal full of a hand written scrawl. <em>His?</em> She flipped the first page to see more handwritten poems, each mentioning romantic things such as love or heartbreak, nature, the stars, and beautiful women. She turned on her side, she skirt of her dress slipping further up her legs, as she began reading each poem, finding herself enthralled and forgetting that she hated poetry.<br><br>It wasn't long before she reached the last page. It wasn't a large book, so it took only a few hours to go through. Sitting up on the bed, her bones cracking here and there, she stood up and walked back to the window. "Hello? I've finished it already. I don't suppose you have a few more i could have? I read quite fast, and i would hate to have to keep coming here and bothering you," she called out, her voice dripping in sarcasm. She lifted the book, placing it's edge on the window ledge of the door for him to take.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 20:35:06</strong>
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				He didn't even hear the thank you as he went back to his studies.&nbsp; John looked over his notes and formations and sighed knowing that he wouldn't see combat unless it came to Griffin Peak.&nbsp; His eyes carefully read over everything where the archers, foot soldiers, pikemen would for up.&nbsp; Johnathan noticed every flaw in their formations but the general wouldn't listen to his talk of lowering the human casualty rate by sacrificing some of their offensive capabilities.<br><br>As he grew tired of reading over flawed plans Jonathan leaned back in his chair.&nbsp; Taking a deep breathe he looked over to his bookshelf again then back at his notes, he sat his chair back down and shot up over to his bookshelf.&nbsp; He looked in disbelief as he finally noticed what book was given to the Drow.&nbsp; Johnathan palmed his forehead and cursed himself for not paying more attention.&nbsp; Know one had ever laid eyes upon his writings and he eventually wanted someone special to gaze over the words and be captured by them...... Just not an enemy.&nbsp; Johnathan thought about marching in their and yanking the book from her, his inner self kicked him for the idea.&nbsp; <br><br>Lionsfang sat down again and sighed deeply as his prisoner had learned something that he had been keeping a secret for many a year.&nbsp; His attention was caught by the sound of her calling out from her cell.&nbsp; John rose from his seat and unlocked the door and opened it peaking his head around.&nbsp; "I couldn't completely hear you from behind the door, did you ask for something?"&nbsp; He asked her trying to mask his embarrassment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 02:21:43</strong>
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				Akora hadn't really heard him come up to the door, so she had to take a few hop steps back quickly as the door opened. She leaned over to the side slightly, matching his angle as his head tilted, allowing his hair to fall and hang toward the floor. She hadn't noticed that when he was in the room the first time, and she was usually really quite good at remembering details. "Um, sorry. Just that I'm done already. I tend to read quite fast you know, so maybe give me a few at a time so I don't need to bother you much?" She had always hated having to repeat herself, and frowned slightly at that, holding the book out for him to take.<br><br>She'd read them all twice in fact. For some reason, his poetry had moved her where no other poetry had been able to touch her at all. She wasn't even sure why, they seemed like the regular things people created poems about, but she had found herself fascinated and almost addicted. Maybe it had something to do with wanting to know her captor better, but again, she wasn't sure. Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she blushed slightly as she said in a low tone, "By the way, are those yours?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 19:15:33</strong>
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				He watched her movements and opened the door.&nbsp; Remaining in the door way his eyes wandered over her body taking in all of her features.&nbsp; John couldn't believe that he was checking out a fairy creature but her body was captivating, he shook it off and moved his braided hair from his shoulder.&nbsp; "I can do that, just please don't ruin them.&nbsp; There are only one of each of these books in exsitence."&nbsp; He said and moved back out grabbing three more of his poetry books and fantasy novel that he enjoyed reading.<br><br>"Here these should tide you over till dinner."&nbsp; He said and approached the cage.&nbsp; "Yes the poem books are mine, I didn't realize that I gave you one till it was to late.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong I don't mind, its just your the first person other than myself to read them."&nbsp; He said a small smile on his face.&nbsp; He controlled his emotions rather well, forcing the blush back down before it surfaced.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 00:37:21</strong>
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				"I wouldn't worry, i won't ruin them. Books are a precious thing in our world, though few know it." She took the new books from him as a blush formed on her cheeks from her fingers brushing his. She'd seen the way he looked at her, it was nothing new to her, though this time it felt different. It wasn't the lewd stares of her fathers officers wishing they could get a taste at her, though it held a bit of that. No, his gaze was different and it had warmed her, though it didn't stay long. "Well, i won't tell anyone if you'd like, though they were very good i must say. I look forward to these."<br><br>She turned to go back to her bed, planning on starting in on the poetry, as something else clicked and she turned back quickly, "Dinner? May i ask what's planned...if you know that is? I'm finding myself starving in here, though that may have been part of the boredom." Her voice cracked slightly, showing just how much the boredom had affected her. She would have to show this man her gratitude for his writings as they were the only thing keeping her from going quite insane in this bare little room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 20:42:09</strong>
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				Her comment brought a smile to his face.&nbsp; Not many loved books as he did, but she a fairy creature knew the need and worth of literature.&nbsp; Johnathan never thought that they could read, let alone even appreciate the works of a human.&nbsp; Taking a seat on a chair in the room he leaned back against the wall.&nbsp; "So you love to read?"&nbsp; He asked her softly his eyes fixed on hers.&nbsp; Johnathan rolled up his sleeves past his elbow and leaned forward still looking into her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't know what else to say she was the enemy and a prisoner.&nbsp; He looked back to his front door and then to her, "I'll leave the door open.&nbsp; If you would like to chat I'll be in the other room."&nbsp; He said and got up to leave, he turned his head back and smiled lightly, "My name is Johnathan."&nbsp; He told her before walking back to his chair to continue his review and notes on the Generals formations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 02:15:14</strong>
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				She watched him intently as he took the chair in her room. The smallness of the chair didn't seem so bad under him, though his whole frame was bigger, engulfing the chair till it was barely visible. "Yes, i read as much as i can, though it's difficult. My kind aren't exactly scholars, so i often sneak human books, and other elven species works. It drives my father crazy, but..." she trailed off, thinking of her father. Her face fell in a bit of a frown, before she shook it off. She wasn't going to dwell on it, she was going to get out of here soon and that was it.<br><br>She watched as he got up to leave, not wanting him to go as she'd been very bored and craved interaction. When he said he was leaving the door open, she smiled. That would make it easier and let her feel less...trapped. "Mine's Akora..." she whispered as he disappeared around the corner, though he probably knew that. She laid back down on the bed with one of his other poetry books, laying on her side to read, her head soon drooped on the pillow as the book fell limp in her fingers.<br><br>She awoke slowly, coming to at the delicious smell wafting into her room from the next. She wasn't sure how long she'd slept, though it must have been a while for there was food delivered. Her bare feet touched the cool floor as she stood up and padded softly to the door, peeking around the corner. "Is that meant for sharing?" she said quietly but clearly, staring at the tray of food. She didn't want to disturb him, but her stomach felt as if it had resorted to eating itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 19:29:33</strong>
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				<em>Akora.</em>&nbsp; He thought to himself.&nbsp; Johnathan rolled up his scrolls and placed them back in their tube before setting them on his book shelf.&nbsp; He left the door open and noticed Akora sleeping with the book still in front of her face.&nbsp; It made him smile briefly before there was a rather sudden knock on the door.&nbsp; John answered the door and nodded a few times before stepping out.<br><br>Walking with the messenger he arrived at General Sulender's quarters.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath John knocked on the door three times and waited for an answer.&nbsp; "Enter."&nbsp; A deep voice sounded from inside.&nbsp; John twisted the knob and pushed on the door gently as he walked in and closed the door behind him.&nbsp; "Lt. Lionsfang reporting as requested sir."&nbsp; John announced.&nbsp; John looked over his commanding officer from where he stood.<br><br>Sulender had almost a foot on Johns height and more in bulk as well. His clothing fitted his masculine body so that all could notice the raw power the man had.&nbsp; His body chisled with muscle and scars but what people feared most was his voice and his stone cold gray eyes.&nbsp; Sulender rose from his chair and poured wine into two glasses and offered Johnathan one as he sat back down.<br><br>John accepted the offer and sat with the general.&nbsp; "Sir may I ask why I was called in.&nbsp; It is almost dinner time and the prisoner does need to be fed."&nbsp; He said right before he took a sip of the wine.&nbsp; It was chilled perfectly and sweet as it rolled into his mouth.&nbsp; "Such a fine wine Sir, your taste for wine does fit the stories."&nbsp; He added.&nbsp; The General smiled and nodded, "I do know what time it is Johnathan, and thank you for the compliment.&nbsp; I brought you in here to discuss the reason for your outburst in the war room today.&nbsp; You know my views on why I said no, but now that the council is not here I would like to hear it in full detail."&nbsp; He said in a mono toned voice which meant he was still rather upset about it.&nbsp; John took another sip of his wine and sat the glass on the desk.&nbsp; "Sir, I've been reviewing and setting up your formations for three years of this war.&nbsp; I've been mentioning that our casualty rate can be lowered at the sacrifice of a few of our power formations.&nbsp; I did not bring my scrolls in but I can tell you that our power would only be sacrificed by ten percent while our casualty rate would drop by eighty percent."&nbsp; He said calmly and clearly.&nbsp; The General nodded and finished his glass.&nbsp; "I will consider changing the formations if you can prove to me that it will work with out flaw.&nbsp; You're dismissed."&nbsp; He said and stood up.&nbsp; <br><br>Johnathan bowed and left the General to his devices.&nbsp; He cursed all the way back to his quarters and slammed the door shut.&nbsp; His thoughts were interupted by the smell of food that was delivered and the call of Akora wanting to eat as well.&nbsp; "Yes it is for sharing."&nbsp; He said and took her portion into the cell room.&nbsp; "Here you go, I requested that you get the same food I do.&nbsp; They were only going to serve you bread and water.&nbsp; I couldn't have that."&nbsp; He said as he sat her plate outside the cell.&nbsp; Walking back into his room he gathered his plate and walked back into her cell room.&nbsp; "For dessert we got apple pie."&nbsp; He said as he sat down and slowly began eating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 04:17:32</strong>
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				"Well, thank you. It wasn't a hassle or anything though? I wouldn't want to cause you stress." Akora picked up her plate and padded back to the bed, whispering as she went, "The rest of the people in this place on the other hand..." Sitting cross legged on the bed with the plate in the crook of her legs, Akora watched as he followed her and took a seat in her room. She wondered at his actions, after all she was a prisoner, but she reasoned that maybe he was tired of being alone as well. Not like she would ever complain, she could use the interaction and stimulation. Her eyes travelled over his body, and she wasn't sure if it was because she was locked up, or because he was her captor and held that authority over her, but she couldn't help but be fascinated with him. His movements, his words, his body...she shook her head for a second and focused on her plate, realising that she'd been staring with her eyes wide.<br><br>"Don't think I've had apple pie before. That will be new." She took small bites of her food, her eyes trying to lock back onto John the whole time, even though she was focusing on her plate. Her eyes won, and she looked into his face as he ate, a frown etched into his brow. "Is there something wrong with the food to have caused the expression marring your face, should i stop eating it before i get to it?" she said with a slight laugh, trying to ease the grimace on his face.
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 19:27:48</strong>
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				"Apple pie is my favorite dessert."&nbsp; He said to her.&nbsp; Johnathan's mind was else where at the moment.&nbsp; He knew that proving one-hundred percent that the formations would work was impossible.&nbsp; Knowing this and knowing what the General would do worried him.&nbsp; He looked up at Akora and gave her a soft smile.&nbsp; "How is it that I keep a blank expression and you somehow know something is wrong with me.&nbsp; Not even my own mother could see past my expressions."&nbsp; He said to her as he looked up into her eyes.&nbsp; The blue pools were soft and seemed very open at the moment as if he needed to talk and get stress off his back.&nbsp; He took another bite of the pheasant that they served for dinner, cooked to perfection and the right amount of seasoning it would have melted in his mouth if it had not been poultry. <br><br>He sat his plate down and leaned back into his chair and over looked her body again.&nbsp; "If you would like I can get you some more decent clothing for tomorrow.&nbsp; Since you do get to walk around the camp."&nbsp; He said lightly.&nbsp; He grabbed two cups from the tray his food was on along with the pitcher, "Now would you like water or wine?"&nbsp; He asked softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 03:16:34</strong>
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				She shrugged as she popped a bit of the poultry into her mouth, finishing off the bite and saying in a matter of fact tone, "It's a gift? I just tend to pick up on people's moods. You really had no expression and you're very good at it." She finished off a few more bites, watching him and getting a bit lost in those swirling eyes. Akora wanted to find out what was running through his head, but he didn't give her much chance. She'd have to get it out of him later, her thoughts in a bit of a jumble. "I'll definitely take the wine. Water is water, wine is nectar of the gods. Least that's what my father says." She smiled, picking up another piece of pheasant, slipping it into her mouth. She accepted the cup from him, taking a slow sip, the sweetness of it mixing with the pheasant perfectly.<br><br>Frowning slightly, she looked up into his eyes again, "The camp? As in outside? I'm really hoping you don't intend on bringing me out there during the day, that would be a very cruel torture. You don't seem capable of it, and i hope I'm not wrong." He'd been very kind to her thus far, so she hoped it was just a misunderstanding on her part, she wanted to believe he meant her no real harm.
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				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 05:36:22</strong>
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				He smiled and poured her some of the red wine in a glass.&nbsp; Johnathan still wasn't sure about giving it to her but she insisted.&nbsp; He picked at the poultry eating pieces that he tore off, eating a lot similar to her.&nbsp; "Your father seems to be a smart man."&nbsp; He said as he took a sip of his wine.&nbsp; He finished off his food and covered his mouth as he burped softly a glimpse of his teeth only slightly but enough to show that his canines were a bit longer than most humans.&nbsp; Not even thinking about it he cleared his throat and smiled at her.<br><br>His head tilted at her frown. He palmed his head forgetting she was a nocturnal species.&nbsp; "Oh my apologies, I guess we'll get you proper garments to walk around tonight.&nbsp; Nothing is going and it is to be a unclouded night with full view of the moon."&nbsp; he said to her with a small smile.&nbsp; "Now how about some dessert?"&nbsp; He asked her softly his smile still very apparent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 02:49:48</strong>
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				Keeping her eyes on him, she noticed the glint of teeth poking out of his smile. The burp had gone unnoticed, but the teeth kept her attention. From the little she'd seen of humans, they had very little canine teeth, and his were longer. The thought occurred to her that there was something different about this human. <br><br>Akora was very much relieved when he caught onto her hint about the daylight. "It would be wonderful to see the moon. It's been a while," she said with a touch of dreaminess in her tone. Taking a sip of the sweet wine, she looked at the apple pile. "I'll try it. You say it's pretty good?" Lifting an eyebrow, she wasn't so sure, it wasn't something she'd heard of before. She put a little trust in this man however, he'd been kind with her so far, she doubted he would lie to her about pie. She smiled up into his face, her eyes warming at his smile. He looked better when he smiled, and she could see the teeth again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 20:53:16</strong>
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				He cut her a slice of the pie, "I swear its good."&nbsp; He said trying to reassure her.&nbsp; Picking up her slice he moved closer to the cage this time to hand her the pie.&nbsp; He didn't understand why he would give her this much trust but he didn't question it.&nbsp; His eyes caught hers for only a second and turned looking out to the night sky.&nbsp; Clear and black the stars shined brightly with a bit of a cool breeze flowing through the room.&nbsp; His eyes wandered back to hers, "You keep looking at something, is there something on my face?"&nbsp; He asked her.&nbsp; He wondered if she saw, but if she did would he have to do what he did to so many others.&nbsp; Would it come to that just to keep his secret.
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				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 21:10:45</strong>
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				Akora took the offered pie, smiling up at him and taking in the scent of it. She picked at it with her fork, placing a small bit on her tongue. A small moan escaped her lips, the wonderfull flavour of it thrilling her. "I've never tasted anything like this..." she said quietly, near quiet enough that he may not have heard. Her eyes yet again lingered on his face, her mind thinking about the teeth. She knew there were oddities of each race, people born with different features and such, so she knew she should think nothing of it. His were merely longer than most. But...hearing his question, her curiosity got the better of her, and she felt compelled to ask, "Nothing on your face, no. May i ask a question though, even if it may be a bit forward of me to ask as I'm your prisoner. Is there any reason your canine teeth are longer than most, or is it merely something you've had since birth?" She reached a finger up to trace her ears, knowing hers were longer than most in her tribe, so she knew birth defects well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 21:21:43</strong>
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				Johnathan smiled at her reaction, "I told you it was good."&nbsp; He said and cut a piece of the pie.&nbsp; Taking a bite he looked up at the girl still staring at him.&nbsp; He was curious to what she was staring at every so often and hoped it wasn't the fangs.&nbsp; He took another bite and stopped as she finished her sentence.&nbsp; Johnathan took a deep breath letting out a sigh, rising from his seat he looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "You..."&nbsp; Something stopped him.&nbsp; He couldn't bring himself to kill her nor even mention the thought of it.&nbsp; He sat back down and looked out the window with a bit of sadness in his eyes.<br><br>"If I tell you you cannot say anything."&nbsp; He said looking back at her seriousness in his voice.&nbsp; Keeping his identity a secret for all his life was his highest priority.&nbsp; Johnathan had killed many to stay safe and protected inside the human city walls.&nbsp; "Promise me and I will owe you my life."&nbsp; Saying this was drastic but knew it was the truth.
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				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 22:01:00</strong>
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				Her eyes grew a little wide at his response to her question. For a brief second he had a murderous look on his face before it faded into something a bit more sad. Akora listened quietly as he spoke, the depth of his words not lost on her. Being the chieftain's daughter, she knew about keeping secrets well. Half of the things she'd heard in her lifetime would be enough to have her father put in severe danger. <br><br>Keeping her eyes locked on his, she nodded slightly, her voice quiet and clear, "I swear with my life that i will never tell a soul. You've been more kind to me than anyone in my life, i couldn't betray you simply because of that." She shifted in her seat, slightly nervous for the answer to her question. She'd had no idea it would be this important, and her hands found each other and started wringing together. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 03:51:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Johnathan nodded and looked into her eyes.&nbsp; "I am half Cat-Folk."&nbsp; He said softly.&nbsp; He knew telling her would be the most dangerous thing he had ever done but trust was there.&nbsp; He shifted slightly in his seat to seeming uncomfortable as he looked back out to the night sky.&nbsp; "My mother was human.&nbsp; My father was a Rex."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; Johnathan never new his father, only the stories his mother told him of how brave he was.&nbsp; Johnathan looked over at Akora and smiled, "I hope you keep your promise. For you sake and mine."&nbsp; He said as he leaned back in the chair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 04:16:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Akora listened quietly, and the questions filled her head. She knew little of other races besides her own and humans. "You have nothing to fear from me. Even if i had it in mind to spill your secret, your people would merely laugh at the elf creature they keep in their dungeons." She frowned slightly and watched him intently, a faint smile on her lips. "I will keep it safe till the day i die. Though i do have a question. What is a Rex?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 18:48:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Johnathan nodded happily when she said he had nothing to fear.&nbsp; His mind calmed allowing him to breathe easier.&nbsp; He ran his hand across his cheek down his chin thinking about having someone else share this secret.&nbsp; Would this change her view making her open up and tell him everything.&nbsp; Maybe now they would get results and the upper hand in the war along with sparing her life.<br><br>Looking up he smiled, "A Rex is an alpha lion."&nbsp; He said and smiled cutting her another piece of the pie.&nbsp; "My father was the leader of his tribe."&nbsp; Johnathan said as he was slowly cutting a piece for himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stories Behind Enemy Lines (Sin &amp; Moyra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 02:24:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Akora stayed quiet for a moment, simply watching him cut the pie, her thoughts swirling heavily through her. She wasn't afraid of him, even though he was part...cat. He was still the nicest human she'd met so far. Though that wasn't saying much as she'd only met a few these last days. Thinking about his words, she said quietly, almost to herself, "Hmm, just as my father is the leader of mine."<br><br>Watching him still, her eyes focused on his fingers as they worked, then wandered up to his lips, the smile again revealing the slight points of his teeth. "So what else is different about you, besides the teeth?" she said quietly and clearly with a smile.
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