A matter of tradition (Toughie & Saint)
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				Title: <strong>A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 07:00:19</strong>
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				Senah (http://i.imgur.com/MSGGS1M.jpg) frowned a little as she rubbed the nape of her neck, which was disarmingly empty after last night's theft. Somebody had broken in to the temple where she resided and took a very precious heirloom, not only to her, but to her entire clan. Senah was the high priestess of the Fel-Khan clan, one that was born only once every two hundred years, and was represented by her ears, which were of a feline nature and not human, as well as her tail, of the same nature. Supposedly this meant that she was born of the Fe-Khan goddess, who was often represented as being a human-cat cross breed, but that was just and old myth. What WAS fact, however, was that now that she was fully grown, Senah was needed for the time honored renewal of the Khan ward. The Khan ward, according to old legend, was a mystical seal that protected the Fel-Khan clan from ancient horrors that supposedly haunted the land over a century ago. The goddess Fel had given her life in order to put the ward into place, and it was the duty of her descendant to renew it once every two hundred years.<br><br>However, in order for Senah to fulfill the duties of her fore-bearer, she required Fel's necklace, which was imbued with all of the powers of the old goddess, and gave her non-godly descendants the power required to renew the ward. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, however, about a week before the ceremony was to take place a group of brigands raided the temple and made away with the necklace required to finish the ceremony. The chieftain was in a frenzy, sending out every possible warrior and even going so far as to promise an 'unimaginable reward' to any roaming warrior that could bring the necklace back. As far as Senah was concerned, she didn't care how it happened, or what the clan had to give up. All that mattered to her was doing this ceremony so that she could be finished with the responsibility that she had been told about over and over again since she was a child. It hung over her head like a weight, constantly causing her to sink down and dictating her every action. She was ready to be free of it.<br><br>Not much she could do though, other then wait patiently in the temple and prepare to congratulate some nameless warrior when they brought the pendant back to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 06:05:18</strong>
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				She had right to worry. The task set by the chief of the Fel-khan clan was difficult, and many men would throw their lives away for the duty of serving the high priestess. Ikaros had a... different lineage, some say that his mother slept with a traveler from far away. Others said that he was of a different tribe, whatever the truth – it was obvious that he was not quite like the other men in his tribe. Where their hair was usually dark and somewhat curled, his brown hair was an oddity – a telltale trait of having the blood of an outsider. Growing up ostracized, the warrior had to work hard to prove himself. Always met with derision and suspicion, it was a constant struggle to be seen as an equal to others despite his skill with weapons, and his natural strength and agility. Having become a fine young man, he was still an outcast, destined to be shunned should he fail to prove his worth. Having spend the last two years of his life traveling and seeking his own path in life, finding the current crisis the tribe was in was... curious.<br><br>Worth. He’d prove it – he knew the talisman, he had been told of it by his mother when he was a child. That if a high priestess used it, she could channel the might and wisdom of the divine blood within. The high priestess had come of age, and yet the talisman was nowhere to be found. The chief accepted the aid of anyone – brave warriors, outsiders... And even outcasts. While the chieftain hardly realized the hope it gave Ikaros, the brown haired warrior immediately felt that for once, he could have a proper place. Could be seen as a hero, perhaps even prove his worth to others. Maybe it was idealism, maybe it wasn’t even the talisman as much as it was wanting to see the priestess he had been told of. Maybe it was just lording his future success over all those who saw him as lesser.<br><br>Having set off for the desert, he was armored and dressed lightly. The two blades he carried at his side had a wicked and curved edge to them, and he knew he was on the right path to hunting the thief down. He just had to find them first, and then he could take his prize.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 06:50:55</strong>
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				Senah could only wait patiently in the temple for the talisman to be returned to her, wondering just what kind of warrior would be the one to bring it back. As she made her way into the central chamber, she overheard the high priest talking to the village elder about how the 'hero' that brought back the talisman would be given an unfathomable reward for their efforts to save the Fel-Khan clan. Be they outsiders, outcasts, or warriors from an entirely different clan altogether. However, oddly enough, when the woman made her way into the room to press more about it, the both of them went silent before excusing themselves from the temple. Senah could only frown, and feel like she was being left in the dark deliberately. Well... it wasn't like it would have any impact on her life, right? The only thing she needed to focus on right now was making sure that the ritual was ready to go the moment that the talisman was back in her hands. Whatever reward was offered to the hero was none of her concern.<br><br>However, to the rest of the outside world, it would become common knowledge that the warrior who brought in the talisman would be treated like a hero to the Fel-Khan clan, where they and their descendants would be welcomed with wide open arms. Not only that renown was the only prize, of course. Along with it, the hero would be deemed worthy of taking the hand of the beautiful high priestess in marriage. In simpler terms, the Fel-Khan clan leadership were effectively selling Senah off in the hopes that her almost legendary reputation would be enough incentive for somebody to bring it in. Meanwhile, Senah herself remained entirely ignorant of the whole thing, and would likely remain that way until after the completion of the ritual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 19:08:26</strong>
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				Even in the harsh deserts there were signs that one could follow people by. There were few paths that one could safely travel, and while he guessed a direction he could see recent signs of disturbances near safe areas. The smoldering remnants of a campfire near the verdant oasis, half buried tracks in the sand. It was a small grup of men working together, perhaps another tribe? As he got closer and closer to his goal, his hands were on his blades, ready to pull them out. In the distance he could see them, four men and a riding beast with little on it. Perhaps the men had shucked off most of their supplies to travel faster? Regardless, they were the thieves, he knew this. It was just a matter of getting close enough, of ambushing them and taking back what was the tribes. Violence was swift, and while he sought solely to get the artifact back, he would slay two of the tribesmen in his little ambush, his blades bloodied. Not escaping unharmed himself, the fight ended with the other tribes men fleeing and ikaros the victor!<br><br>Striding back to his home, one might see the amulet clutched in his hand, a wound that had been self tended to, and a confident smile on his face!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 20:42:13</strong>
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				Whenever Ikaros came back and presented his prize to the Fel-Khan elder, he would be greeted with a broad and welcoming smile while the talisman was taken from him. During that time, the elder would give him a small pat on the back while he spoke in a loud and clearly excited voice. "See? This just proves that heroes come from all walks of life. Isn't that right, young man? Ahh, who am I to continue taking up your time like this? You're wounded... And no doubt eager to get your first sample of the reward you earned, am I wrong?" He would give the man a somewhat suggestive smile, no doubt aware that the rumors about the prize that awaited the 'hero' had run rampant outside of the temple. After all, the high priestess was praised for just how exotic and 'untouchable' she was by normal people, as well as her almost radiant beauty. "Here, allow me to attend to the both of those for you...I shall fetch the high priestess to tend to your wounds."<br><br>He would leave the room, and then not even a full minute later, a handmaiden would come in to guide Ikaros to a small bathhouse within the temple. He would be encouraged to get comfortable. After a short wait after the handmaiden took her leave, the doors would open again as Senah herself finally entered, her garb an elegant white dress that covered what mattered, but was actually see-through with the exception of her breast cups and her panties. All in all, while it did give her a somewhat regal air, it left very little to the imagination. The girl would walk over towards Kiaros, placing a hand on his shoulder while she looked down at him. Her ears flicked from side to side curiously, and her tail swished absentmindedly behind her as she spoke in a surprisingly small, gentle voice. "... Where does it hurt?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 10:46:36</strong>
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				He was still hurting by the time he arrived back at the Elder, but he would still hold the trinket up with pride, giving out a beaming grin that showed just how satisfied he was. “Yeah.. I uh, I do hurt. But I think i’d prefer to feel more healed and in better condition before I see her.” He commented, feeling perhaps just a little ashamed. He was a little dirty, he had been traveling, he was wounded. To him, meeting her like this would feel a little shameful. But if the chieftan said that it was alright? Perhaps it was best not to second guess him. He soon followed the man, smiling as the man said he’d get someone to help.<br><br>The handmaiden was a boon, and with his wound healed and his body clean? Well, he felt infinitely better. He gave out a long sigh, and with a new set of clothes he looked far better to meet anyone. And when Senah arrived? He was still a little damp, hair clinging to his face as his breath was held for a moment. “Ah, you’re Priestess Senah... High priestess.” That was her proper title, and as she walked over to Ikaros, his shoulder was firm and warm – a little more heated due to the wound. “There, where you’re touching. The bleeding has stopped, but... There is still some pain.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>01-01-2015, 23:37:48</strong>
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				The woman would nod, her tail wrapping around the side to rest against the bath while she pressed both of her hands softly against his weak shoulder. "Okay..." He would start to feel a warm feeling slip into the muscles of his wounded shoulder, easing the pain and mending the wound from the inside while she softly rubbed the skin. "I take it that you are the hero that has allowed for the ritual to proceed on time? We're all very thankful for your deeds." Senah was still entirely oblivious to just what his reward was, but at this point she didn't see it as her problem. She was just told to see to his injuries and make sure that he was comfortable. After the ritual? After her job was done, she didn't really care what he did.<br><br>This was actually the first time that she had laid hands on a man, come to think of it. The firm and bulky muscles felt pleasant under her touch, very unlike the women, children, and elderly that she had been healing her entire life before this point. She found the sensation of touching him oddly pleasant, a small indulgence that she would grant herself while she sent her soft, dainty grip up and down his shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-01-2015, 07:23:43</strong>
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				The bathwater was warm and a little steamy, the heated vapor slowly rising up as she pressed her hands into him. The sudden sensation would make his body tense for just a moment, a soft hiss releasing from his lips as the pain eased and his body soon relaxed. "What are you doing?" Real magic - something priestesses like her could do was rare in these lands, and he had never seen it first hand. "I am the one who recovered your amulet, yes. The thieves will no longer be an issue for you or the people of this tribe." When she seemed unsure of what was going to happen, he figured she may have been playing coy, or simply not aware of it. His body was firm and strong, his muscles defined under his skin as he gave off another small sigh, leaning in against her touch. "I've only heard tales about you, what would you tell a stranger about yourself?" He turned faintly, eyes looking into hers.
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				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>05-01-2015, 07:50:57</strong>
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				"I'm healing you." Would be the only response that he got when he asked what she was doing. While healing magic might have been rare around the parts where he grew up, in the temple where Senah was born and raised it was as commonplace as the ability to speak or walk. It wasn't until he turned towards her, and looked into her eyes, that he got a more legitimate reaction out of her. She edged back a little bit, somewhat disarmed by his gaze and the forwardness of his question... Her ears shifted backwards just a tiny bit, her eyes looked towards the ground, and she paused before speaking. "Ahh... I don't have much to say. I've lived my whole life in this temple, and I've been prepared since the day I was born for the ritual that you helped us to keep alive... I'm a talented healer... Mmh..."<br><br>She felt her stomach twist, like her answers up until this point weren't good enough. "My private name is Senah." This was a bit of new information for the man, as up until this point, he would have only heard her public name, High Priestess Fel Khan. Private names, like Senah, were usually reserved for people that had some kind of close relationship with the person in question, like a friend or a lover.
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				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>05-01-2015, 08:12:35</strong>
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				"With magic, right?" He asked, his body feeling better as Senah worked her healing magic against him. His eyes were a bit softer thanks to the pleasant feel of her hands against him, his wound healing before her eyes as flesh was knitted together once again. She was then alarmed, or wary of him as Senah seemed hesitant to approach. "In the temple? Have you never really been outside much? You are quite talented, thank you. I do owe you, that could have been a bad injury if I didn't get it tended to soon. But I owe you so much, so how else can I pay you back? My name is Ikaros, you can call me that." He wasn't sure what else would be needed for her ritual, but the private name was rather incriminating as he pieced together just what it meant. "Are you sure you should be telling me that? Afterall, that tends to be something you'd tell a lover."
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				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>05-01-2015, 10:04:44</strong>
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				Senah shifted her gaze back down to the ground, unsure of what to say when he asked her rather or not it was acceptable to share her name with him. "W-well... Everybody that lives in the temple knows it, so why shouldn't the hero? B-besides, just because I shared it doesn't mean that we're lovers or anything. It... It just means that I trust you. At least, that's what I was told." She seemed a tad bit more defensive now, even as her shoulders continued to rest on his shoulders and rub them absentmindedly while they continued to speak. She found the touch soothing, it was strange, unlike anything she'd experienced in the past... "Anyway, you don't owe me nearly as much as me and the rest of my clan owe you... If anything, you're the one that should be making demands..."<br><br>She went silent after that, opting to change the topic. "Ahh, I know that you've already been asked to stay to watch the ritual... Perhaps that will be enough? I don't really know how the chieftain makes the decisions that he does..."
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				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>05-01-2015, 10:23:09</strong>
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				She looked downward, perhaps the subject was a bit too personal? But when Senah spoke he just gave a nod and figured the subject was that simple. "I'm no real hero, I just wanted to prove my worth to others. many don't see me as an equal, not really part of the tribe you know. Not of full blood, makes them a little wary of me. But you seem to like me so the acceptance of a high priestess does mean quite a lot." Smiling a bit water, if she was going to trust him then he'd trust her. "But as for demands, I suppose I have none. Other than I just want you to relax and have fun here. I know your task must be quite stressing, but know that you have no real obligation to pay me any special heed."
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				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>05-01-2015, 10:50:09</strong>
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				Senah would give him her gaze again as he spoke, and his words would cause a small smile to crack across her otherwise stoic and almost bored seeming face. Along with that, her ears would lift a little bit again, and a bit of life would return to her tail as she swished it absentmindedly from side to side. "I'll be sure to remember that, thank you." After that she went quiet again before getting to her feet, reluctantly pulling her hands from his shoulders at the same time. "Well, I should go and assist with the preparation for the ritual. I think that they're speeding it along considering the recent robbery... I hope to speak to you again once the ritual is completed."<br><br>It seemed that she didn't know a thing yet.
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				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 09:53:40</strong>
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				His eyes focused on Senah once again, looking into hers as the smile formed across her features. Seemed like she had something else to focus on. “You’re welcome, worth it to see you hpapy. I get the feeling you don’t smile often. For now? Well, I think i’m feeling a lot better, so thank you ver much. I’m going to finish cleaning up and get dried off. After that? Well, maybe i’ll see you later.” She didn’t need to know right away, right? If she was that clueless, best someone else lead her into what was going to happen, if anything. He’d wait until she left, drying off could be done privately as he used a towel, quickly getting his hair and skin to a more suitable dryness before putting on a new outfit – the ritual couldn’t be that far away time wise.
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				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 17:10:18</strong>
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				Senah would take her leave of Ikaros, giving him one final meek nod before she shut the door behind her and allowed for him to get properly dried off and groomed while she went to take care of ritual preparations. While Ikaros was allowed to wander the temple town on his own, shopping at the various vendors, accepting gifts for his actions, and generally being treated in very high regard, Senah would be clutching the recently liberated pendant before a large altar, a statue of a woman half feline and half human, far more of a fusion between the two than Senah's mere ears and tail. The statue's body was coated in fur, and despite the fact that she stood on two legs, the face of a cat was all too easy to make out.<br><br>The Fel statue was the foundation of the whole ritual, and later tonight Senah would be praying to it, and channeling an enormous amount of magic energy into the pendant in order to renew the ward of protection. She had been preparing for this ritual her entire life, it was essential that she become an exceptionally powerful magic wielder, otherwise she'd tap herself out and die before she even renewed the ward. She spent the last eighteen years of her life in schooling, training, and preparation for this day, just so that she would survive the ritual.<br><br>A few hours later, people would start flocking to the statue, making a circle around it while they whispered with utter anticipation. Rather Ikaros decided to follow the flock or find another vantage point was his own decision to make.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 08:57:07</strong>
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				Unlike Senah, Ikaros was more confident as he waved her off, and soon dried off and got ready. No matter what happened, he would soon find himself more relaxed as his arm felt better and without pain. Breathing out more deeply he would yawn for just a moment, soon heading outside as the sun slowly began to set and cast the normally blue sky in a hue of colors from violet to almost pink at the edge if the horizon. With the ritual being set up, he continued to move through the tribal grounds, scrambling on top of a rock with a good vantage point of the ritual and the surrounding areas. It was in his nature to make sure nothing would sneak up on them, and to ensure that they’d be safe. But as time passed, the small crowd had grown into a congregation, numerous people wanting to see something that would only be seen once in their entire lives! Incense was burned at the edge of the statue, a wispy and pleasant scent filling the air as the crowd would soon part. The priestess would be here soon, and everything was soon getting in order for the ritual with the amulet once again in their hands.<br><br>Ikraos wouldn’t be seen amongst the crowds but as he leaned back he would be seen content and confident. Whatever happened would happen, and he was wanting to see events through and just what would truly happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 17:25:39</strong>
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				Senah would indeed emerge after a small wait, dressed in a gorgeous white dressed that seemed to be just the perfect mixture of elegance and sex appeal, theirs seemed to be a culture where having the female body at least somewhat exposed was normal, as Ikaros would have seen quite a few skimpy outfits, Senah's own included, during his time in the temple town. Senah's dress would cup her chest, keeping the entirety of her bust covered while pushing her large breasts out and emphasizing them all the more. It would hug the sides of her stomach all the way down her body, with a large ring right in the center that exposed most of her stomach before going into the dress part at about the hips down. The lower half of the dress would be transparent, though Senah's important bits were covered by white panties that hugged her form about as well as one could expect.<br><br>She was littered with jewels and accessories, the massive majority of which were golden, from the tiara on her head, to the bracelets on her wrist, the rings on her fingers, necklace, all in all she was shining everywhere. Senah would kneel before the statue, her eyes shutting as both of her hands pressed against the base of the statue, which would begin to hum with life. The statue would glow a bright blue, flashing for a number of seconds, growing brighter and brighter, before ending in a blinding flare that would white out the entire temple for about half a second before it stopped and grew dim. Beneath the statue, where before there was only a thin trace of a circle, there would now be a bright glowing circle, humming with life as Senah fell backwards onto her rear end, gasping and panting while a few maidens helped her to her feet and walked off with her.<br><br>A huge celebration would break out the moment that Senah was out of sight, the ritual having apparently been completed. What Ikaros decided to do at this point was up to him. Stay with the party? Talk with the chieftain? Go after Senah and see how she was doing? Plenty of options on the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 11:43:54</strong>
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				The ceremony was not something he had ever seen before – that anyone in the village had seen before. The last time it had happened was decades ago, and those who may have seen it were too young, or have passed on by now. Magic was not uncommon either, but such a ritual was breath taking for many reasons, the blue flame was unique to Ikaros even with his travels! Such things were a mystery to him, and not something he would wish to so openly miss. There was also the mysterious maiden, a woman who he had only seen for the first time some hours ago, and since they may be getting... closer, it was best he saw her perform the ritual and perhaps for the best that she would not easily see him from his somewhat distant vantage point. He felt peacefully private there, and why wouldn’t he? He could watch everything as the blue flame flickered, expanded, and grew until the sudden burst of energy would force him to close his eyes as the radiance exploded around them all. If he was closer, that would have caused him to cheer and whistle, but instead he looked with interested eyes; too distant to make an impact.<br><br>With the ceremony over and an exhausted Senah being escorted off, he figured he should make his approach to the party – enjoy some of the festivities and food for some time. By then the story of how he had won, of how he had gotten back the talisman that led to the performance that had just happened being successful. Despite having come to the festivities to perhaps gloat, he was surprisingly humble as many thanked him, celebrated with him by drinking and various games or competitions of strength such as arm wrestling, or just apologizing for slights that had happened or even those that were imagined. But as he made his way through the party and enjoyed the lovely food, he would soon find the chieftain of the tribe, giving a nod. “Elder, it seems the ritual was a success. Is Senah well? She appeared rather exhausted, I have to imagine it must have been draining for her even with the boon.” There was a tone of worry in his voice, why wouldn’t he be worried for her? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>06-02-2015, 03:01:23</strong>
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				Ikaros would be greeted with a humble nod as the elder turned to face him. The young warrior would see a look of surprise and relief on the old man's face when he brought up concern for Senah's well being. "Yes, she'll be okay... It's just like you expect, the ceremony can be exhausting even when the caster spends their entire life preparing for it... It's by far the most potent spell known by morals of this day and age... She'll be resting for a few more hours, but if you would be willing to meet us in the exalted shrine at dusk's first hour, we'll have a communion for you... You'll receive your reward for your heroics at that point in time." He was, of course, referring to the fact that he had earned the right to take Senah as his bride through his actions. "Until then, please feel free to wander the town, and enjoy any of the luxuries we have to offer... You'll always have a home here, you've paid us a debt that we can never repay." With that, the elder would give Ikaros a polite nod and back away before retreating back into the sanctum to check up on Senah. The festival would probably be exactly what Ikaros was expecting, and what he'd already gotten a glimpse of, and what he'd already partaken in before this point. Still, it was on him to find a way to spend the next two hours while Senah was on the mend.<br><br>When those two hours were up, assuming that Ikaros showed up at the exalted shrine on time, he would see both the elder of the village, as well as their chieftain and Senah standing before him. Senah was no longer dressed in her ceremonial robes, but even her more practical and comfortable garments seemed to be a tad on the revealing side, as her low cut dress showed off a fair bit of her chest, and the skirt only came down to the bottom of her thighs. She'd merely lower her gaze and give Ikaros a pleasant smile while the elder stepped towards him. "Ikaros, our hero... Would you like to do the honors?"<br><br>He would motion towards Senah, who would give the elder a bewildered look before turning her attention towards Ikaros. It seemed that they had kept her ignorant, just in case he had the desire to break the news to her himself, that she was to be his, from this point forward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>06-02-2015, 06:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was much to do! Perhaps too much. But as he made his way through and finally approached the chieftan he gave a sigh of relief upon hearing Senah’s well being. “Good, she’s quite a lovely woman. I don’t want to see her harmed or strained.” She may not have been an outcast the same way he was, but he did wonder if she felt as free and unrestricted as the normal people of the tribe, or if she felt the burden of being in a gilded cage. “I’ll meet you then, I think she’ll have had enough time to rest by then, she still looked rather winded even if she is well.” Others may not have been as concerned but he was still hopeful that she would be well enough to deal with him when the time came. “Thank you.” he said, not wanting to put too much focus on her becoming his bride... Though he was still eager for that time. “I’ll certainly enjoy everything that I can here. Afterall, I am the towns best hunter, and it’s only fair I get some spoil. But, once I am wed to Senah I shall not become lax in my duty to the people.” As he would hunt things beyond lost trinkets, no doubt about that.&nbsp; But as the conversation drew to a close, he would again find himself enjoying the festivities rather well, and had even told some youthful and exuberant children about his hunting – both of beasts and of cowardly bandits who would steal from his tribe. Afterall, it was always fun to have a bit of fun in telling grand stories and seeing them smile.<br><br>But as he made his way to the meeting point, he had become a bit more focused and steeled himself for what was to come. It was something that was rather painless for him... But he wondered how she would take it. Rejection would be acceptable, but it would hurt. Would she deny him? She would have a right to, at least in his eyes. But as he saw her, he gave her a nod and approached. “Senah, I hope you are well.” A hand would move for hers, clasping it with his own as she seemed to be still in some shock. “When I claimed the trinket and came back, the chieftan said I may have your hand in marriage. For you to be my bride and mate. I would ask for you to be that for me, and for I to be your husband.” His words were focused though calm, his eyes locked on to hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>07-02-2015, 23:28:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senah's hand would twitch a little as he suddenly took it, clasping it while she gave him a look of utter disbelief while he explained the truth of the matter... That he was to be her husband because he was able to bring the trinket back... "Wh-what?" Her gaze snapped to both the elder and the chieftain, both of which would merely glare at her while the elder took a step forward. "That is correct, Senah... As the high priestess, you are the only woman in the whole village worthy of being on the arm of our hero. Besides, the ritual is now complete... You should be allowed to take some time to relax, and know what it's like to be a real, normal woman." Senah still looked betrayed, but she ended up whimpering a little as she turned her gaze downwards. During this time, the chieftain would step forward, patting her shoulder. "He is our hero for a reason, Senah... He won't mistreat you..." He would merely give Ikaros a confident nod while the black haired, vulnerable looking cat girl would merely hesitate for a moment longer before looking up into his eyes. "... Okay..."<br><br>She still looked nervous, and she didn't even have the slightest clue about what was expected of her, or how he would treat her... But she knew that if the chieftain and the elder had given this man permission to take her as his wife, she was not allowed to refuse him. Thoughts of how she had basically been a prize for the hero ran through her mind, and it made her realized that she was just being used as a tool at the end of the day... But by this point, it was already too late. "I understand."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>08-02-2015, 06:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was taken back by it, that was fine to him. He didn’t expect her to be fine with it off the bat, to perhaps... Just accept it easily, but as Ikaros kept close and kept his eyes on her, he was more sympathetic to her plight than the elder was, even though the elder had taken over talking for now. Ikaros noticed the nod, and gave a smile. She had been so different with him before, when she didn’t really know what to expect of him, and him from her. He would take a light breath, looking back to her as he tried to remain calm. “We only met more recently, today even.. But I assure you, I am a good man. I want no harm to come to you, I do not desire you to be unhappy. This is different, for both of us. But we can become one, we can find a way to be with one another.” Would she truly accept his words? He hoped so, but that worry was still with him.<br><br>“You may sleep on it, if you prefer. If you... Do not desire me, I understand. I am use to being an exile afterall, and this must be sudden for you. But I found the trinket not to wed you, no. I also found it because I wanted to see you with my own eyes. I’ve heard so many stories about the high priestess, and I had wanted to meet her personally. I wanted to see what kind of person you were. When I met you, you were gentle, good, and caring.” And for him, that was exactly how he hoped she’d be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-02-2015, 07:47:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senah was taken aback by his words, that much would be obvious from the moment that he spoke, assuming that his eyes were still focused on hers. She hadn't expected him to be so considerate, and so patient. In the end, she ended up edging backwards just a tiny bit, though it wouldn't be enough to break the light grip that already existed between the two of them. "I... I don't know what to say..." She still had no idea what would be expected of her, where her life would take her after this point, but it was all too clear that her time as being the high priestess had come to an end. The ritual was completed, and now there wouldn't be another need for her, or a person like her, for another two hundred years. For all intents and purposes, she was just a normal woman now... Albeit a woman with a few extra perks compared to her peers, and a massive amount more cultural significance. <br><br>"The only thing I know for sure is that I don't actually have the right to say no..." She ended up smiling a little towards him, hoping that he would read her words in the implication that they were meant in. It wasn't so much that she was surrendering the choice over, or resigning herself, but that she was making her choice and doing it in a somewhat sly way. She was no longer a high priestess, she was no longer somebody that needed to be treated like royalty, so she needed to get adjusted to not being treated in that way. "I appreciate it though... You're very kind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-02-2015, 00:57:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While it was true that she had no way to say ‘no’ to him, there was a part of him that was accepting and understanding if she did not enjoy or wish to deal with the thought of wedding a mostly stranger. Still, part of him hoped and the tone in her voice hinted that she was not totally against it. “Then perhaps we may spend the night together and learn more of one another? Our wedding would be soon, but that does not mean it must happen without us getting comfortable with one another.” She may have been a normal woman now – her duties over, but to him she was a beautiful and cultured woman, one he wished to know more than just for her body or what he’d been told of her. “It is also beginning to get cold out here, so I think it would do us both well if we had somewhere nice and warm to sit and talk.”<br><br>The elder gave a nod at his words. “I should leave you two alone, there’s much to do and I should oversee the rest of our festivities tonight. And I think it best that whatever you two do go un... unsupervised.” He gave a bow of his head, moving away with flowing grace. This just left Ikaros, a light smile across his features.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-02-2015, 05:12:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senah would cast her gaze down, her cheeks burning a little bit when the two of them were left alone, and the elder talked about how the two of them had best go unsupervised for the rest of the evening. She knew of things like sex, she'd been taught about the basics of physical contact and reproducing while she was growing up, but she'd never even seen a man naked before in her life, nor had a man ever seen her undressed either... If that was what Ikaros was going to be looking for, while she knew that it was her obligation to entertain his desires, she wasn't going to have the foggiest clue what she was going to be doing. Still... Now that she was apparently a regular woman who was free of her duties as the high priestess, and would be for the rest of her life, she'd also be lying to herself if she said that she wasn't looking forward to exploring all of the things that she'd missed out on while she was growing up in a sheltered, isolated lifestyle...<br><br>In the end, she would just give him an awkward smile as she turned her gaze down. She was a bit too nervous to look him square in the eye after all of these developments. "Ahh... I'm... I'm going to be relying on you. To show me what you expect of me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-02-2015, 06:06:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the elder then left, he looked to Senah and gave a smile. While there may have been more lewd desires and thoughts racing through his mind he wasn’t rushing to see them become reality over fantasy. “Mmm... Good, I think it will be nice to get away from the noise and festivities.” He said afer a moment, eyes on her as he’d speak more calmly and friendly. “What I want...” he spoke, looking to her as he began to move and walking to the temple insides rather casually. “Right now? What I expect of you is to... Spend the night with me. We don’t need to lay together.” his fingers brushed against her hand as he took it into his. “But talking, I would love that very much. I would like for you to wed me, it can be a simple ritual, or if you wish something more elaborate. But that can wait another day. This night? I’ve heard so many tales about Senah, the high priestess. I’d like to hear you in your own words.” He paused, giving another hopeful smile. “And I will speak of myself in my own words. Maybe then you’ll be more comfortable with this. I know it is... Sudden, but that does not mean we have to go into this knowing nothing of what makes one another happy.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>18-02-2015, 07:33:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senah's heart once again skipped a beat when Ikaros spoke to her, and told her that he would rather simply spend the night talking to her and hearing more about her... Her tail swished softly from side to side, and she'd put on a small, bashful smile as her gaze slid downwards and she did her best to hide herself from his stare. "Ahhh... I promise you, I'm nowhere near as interesting as you're making me out to be. I was merely born with an extra burden, and I was raised in this temple in order to make sure that I was able to fulfill it... That's... honestly the extent of it." She would turn towards him, clearly growing more and more comfortable as she let her body gravitate closer to his naturally. The two of them would find themselves in a master bedroom, where even if they didn't feel the need to use it, a very large and comfortable bed awaited the two of them. "Honestly, I'd much rather hear stories of the outside world... And the adventures that you've gone on before becoming the hero of the Khan tribe..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-02-2015, 07:11:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She reacted nicely enough when he said he had no real dark intentions – which in turn made him relax a little more as she once again sought to make herself scarce. “No? Maybe you’re not everything people say you are, but you are the high priestess. Or, were it seems.”But as he moved to sit he would pull out a chair next for her to sit with him at, though he did look to the bed. “There is so much beyond the desert. I visited other tribes, even other cities. Surprisingly we do trade with others outside of our lands, though we do not see them much. Very friendly, though the cities are large. They can feel so different, but there is a certain charm to them. Lakes almost as big as our town too, pristine and cooler lands. Perhaps if you wish to travel...” Ikaros trailed off, smiling. “We can always travel together, I am afraid that while I am thinking of how to describe these lands, words may fail at conveying everything they had to offer.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 21:57:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senah would give Ikaros a small, insecure smile as she ignored the chair and instead guided Ikaros so that both of them were seated on her bed. As shameful as it was to admit, now that she had a little bit of time to think about the situation and her part in it, there were certain things that she was curious about, and while she wouldn't even dream of being so shameless as to suggest it herself, she knew full well that if he were to try and suggest that he wanted to bed her, she wouldn't have the willpower to refuse him... Not when there was so much that intrigued her. "That sounds wonderful... If that's what you wish, I'd love to travel, and see more of the world beyond just this simple, boring temple..." She nuzzled against him a little, both of her arms around his shoulders as she rested her head against his forearm. "I would be relying on you to protect me... I may know magic, but I know nothing of combat or self-defense... I would be able to patch up your wounds though, if that helps you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 23:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He saw her move to the bed, nudging for him to follow. Ikaros was more than happy to go with that general flow, taking a small breath of anticipation when he rose. But moving to the bed with her, his hand would rest close to her while not directly touching her. “That would be fine. The outside world is more safer than one may think you know.&nbsp; And I can train you how to fight. You may not be as strong as I am, but I bet you’re fast and may even learn your own tricks.” he’d then support her when she rested against his forearm, leaning into her just a bit as a hand wrapped around her waist. “So do not worry about that, even if you do not wish to fight I can still protect you if necessary. But perhaps... Getting out of this temple would do you good.” She was a little sheltered, but so was he at first. “So of course patching up my wounds would help. But, do you like the idea of traveling? With your husband to be? I think it could be very fun...”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>25-02-2015, 16:00:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senah inhaled a little, smiling and growing a little bit more comfortable as his arm wrapped around her shoulder. This would be about as far as she was comfortable taking things on her own, due to her own insecurities and inexperience with being intimate like this. However, even with this setup she was perfectly happy, and she had to admit that the feeling of his arm wrapped around her stomach, keeping her secure and comfortable, was an extremely pleasant one. Listening to him speak, she would think about it for a moment before nodding her head and allowing her eyes to flutter shut a little. She wasn't about to pass out, but yeah... She could get used to this warm, gentle feeling of comfort... She could get used to it very, very easily. "It could be fun... I'd love to see more of the world, if given the chance."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>25-02-2015, 21:10:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His arm wasn’t probing or groping her, but he was strong and he would gently rest the warm hand against her shoulder as he smiled. “Could be fun, huh? Well, we can leave after the wedding ceremonies. How does that sound? Gives us time to get use to one another, and then when we are free to leave, we will. There’s a wide world to explore and... I think it would be very fun to explore it with you, then.” She was still warming up to him, but he was trying his best to make it easier for her, to work along with her rather than make it even more uncomfortable and new for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>06-03-2015, 05:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senah had a rather strange feeling as he spoke, on one hand she was thankful that he was being so slow and patient with her, making sure that above all else and before anything else, she was comfortable and happy... On the other hand, there was a small part of her that had wished that he had grown just a tad more assertive... After all, there was so much that she wanted to learn and discover now that she wasn't bound by any duties or responsibilities... But it seemed like he was too worried about potentially hurting her to properly move it forward. Truth be told, the thing that she was most nervous about at this point was that he was going to try too hard to coddle her, and wouldn't be willing to push the boundaries, and potentially help her discover something that she deeply loved. "Of course, that sounds wonderful to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 10:41:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was some unease in taking a new bride – he was a warrior first, a lover... Well, second. This was new to him, and perhaps like a new hunter he was taking this a little slowly and cautiously. “Great.” he spoke, his hand on hers after a moment, his body leaning in against her. “Well then, I suppose the only other thing is figuring out where our duties as husband and wife will play into it...” This did seem like a good time to shift from being new and far too eager to something a little different. Perhaps he had felt her own unease? Or perhaps he was finally taking what he felt he was woed. Either way, his hand would move up hers, slowly moving to her shoulder and with his fingers pressing softly against her back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 05:31:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senah took in a soft breath, her anticipation being almost impossible to miss when his fingers pressed gently against her back. "I can... Think of what those would probably be..." Her heart was beating, and she couldn't help but feel a tiny, excited smile start to spread across her lips as she felt him impose himself on her more. She was nervous, she was excited, curious... So many feeling all at once, and among the highest ranking was easily relief. She was relieved that he wasn't just going to coddle her, or try and 'protect' her from reality... Suspend his desires and wishes for her sake. She wanted to make him happy, she wanted to be of service... And in order to do that, she had to know that he was going to act in his own best interest first, and allow her to go along with it and adapt.<br><br>Her tail started swishing eagerly behind her, a soft smile across her lips while she felt her heart beat quicken.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 09:15:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt the way she moved as she breathed, fingers a little more firm as he began to smile even wider. “You can? Then I don’t think much more need to be said.” At least, when it seemed action was something far more exciting. The hand on her back would get more firm as he began to move, leaning into her as he helped her move along with him, his lips pressing into hers for a firm and long kiss. Embracing her more passionately his other hand would move in against her side, fingers moving to the small of her back as he moaned softly into the embrace. He wanted to be with her, to taste her, to claim her as his and Ikaros was going to do his best to show he could be the ideal lover for her, even if his own idea of such was being more dominant and taking the initiative from here on out. The hand on her back would slowly lower, seeking out her top and wanting to make quick work of it covering her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>05-04-2015, 01:51:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Senah sucked in a sweet, tiny breath when he began to move himself over her, kissing her passionately while one of his hands traveled down to the small of her back. She could start to feel him taking over her, seizing her body slowly but surely as her own eyes fluttered shut. She found her heartbeat quickening all the more, the anticipation in her chest spiking as the intimacy grew. She was eagerly awaiting him to take even more, and show her just how much of a dominant, assertive man he was able to be. She found herself attracted to the authority that he was showing, by his desire to claim her as his own. It was a strange thing to think about, considering that she was on the verge of being the most free woman she'd ever been in her entire life, but she did want to be 'claimed' by him. This was all so very new, thrilling... All she could think about was how excited she was to explore every last bit of it with him. Or, probably to be more specific, to let him teach her... Let him transform her into his perfect lover.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A matter of tradition (Toughie &amp; Saint)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 12:57:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feelings of anticipation were mutual on both sides, his hand getting more firm and confident on her by the second as he stopped focusing so much and let things go as they would. With every breath his attitude steadily shifted as he felt her body move against his a bit more. He’d get her down onto her back and resting against it the mattress, One hand beginning to part her thighs as the other groped one of her breasts with a firm set of fingers. Giving her a long and passionate kiss once his body was pressed against hers, fingers moving between her thighs to tease her slit. Ikaros was all too eager to excite her, the kiss pressing his body tightly against hers as he closed his eyes and moved more naturally with her. With his other hand leaving her breast, he would focus elsewhere, the hand moving against the nape of her neck as he gave a small moan. There was something exciting about introducing her to this, and it showed by how eager he was once he started to rub her slit more quickly and heatedly.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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