The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)
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				Title: <strong>The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 22:23:16</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 09:20:58</strong>
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				Rain-soaked fluted armor clanged with belabored steps as the knight pushed his way past another tree, a second, a third, clumsily snapping branches. As he forced his way through the thicket, disturbing leaves and animals, the whole of the forest leered down at him as an intruder, as a mere mortal unworthy of thudding so heartlessly through these woods, his armor leaking small amounts of blood and rusting in the mud that caked his greaves. <br><br>The knight fell to his knees, grasping at raw, poisonous mushrooms that endured in the shade and gloom of the rainy day. He plucked them like grave robbers plucked loot, leaving pieces behind, but desperate to fill his aching stomach. He tore off his helm, tanned skin and jet black hair framing his dark blue eyes. He had been wandering for days, and obviously needed food, needed sleep, and the deadly spores in his hands promised only that this forest would rot him from his armor after he was gone.<br><br>He extended his tongue, panting heavily and sending clouds of steam into the open air as he prepared to down the mushrooms. He didn't care if they were poisonous, anything was better than the slow, awful aching of starvation's ever-tightening grip on his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 19:47:17</strong>
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				The stranger could be heard from miles away, the heavy clanks echoing through the tree trunks even in the heavy air. She could smell him a few feet away as she neared to the odd and dangerous sounds that were filling the forests. Her stance changing as she climbed down to the lower branches. She wore a simple loin cloth around her waist, the front and the back coming down to sharp triangular points, the material seemed to be green in colour though the fabric looked to be heavy. Small droplets of water falling tot he ground amongst the rain drops. <br><br>She observed the stranger from above and shook her head faintly at his choices of food. She could see his problems as easily as she could see the rain. <br><br>She remained above having observed a sharp sheath that she learned protected sharp metal swords. <br><br>"Those are not for eating like that, they shall kill you very slowly..and very messily."<br><br>Her voice was thick and heavy, making it hard to understand her words as they seemed to tumble rapidly after each other. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 07:45:07</strong>
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				The knight's mouth watered with anticipation of the coming meal, of feeling his stomach full once more... it would taste terrible, he knew as much, but days without food had not served his mind well, and desperation had become a friend in which the knight felt he could readily depend. As his mouth opened and he leaned for the first bite, a voice sounded, thick and fast, like a rushing river. <br><br>The knight tumbled away, rolling and weakly, clumsily producing his sword. He looked around, eventually finding her there, looking down at him from on high. His sword was shaky, tired, weak. His eyes were having trouble focusing, and even as this beauty stood before him, barely even clothed at all, he found himself wondering what forest goddess would taste like, cooked or otherwise. He panted with desperate breath, his dry, caked mouth trembling with the need that hunger laid upon his shoulders. <br><br>His voice was not unpleasant, it was firm and stern, a hint of honey in his tough tone. <strong>"You're... a Nymph, aren't you...? You've come to kill me then...? For trespassing on your woods? Why not just let me eat the damnable things then... or are you just messing with me for a bit of a laugh, eh goddess?"</strong> He asked, trying to appear battle ready when in fact he was all but blacking out, and appeared for every sense to be upon such a verge.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 22:14:34</strong>
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				She could not help but smirk as the weak kitten before her appeared to try and extend it's claws clumsily. It was quite sweet in truth and revealed his pride and courage. She smiled down to him gently almost before within a few movements was on the ground, crouching down though she did not appear defensive, instead she seemed amused. <br><br>"If I was going to kill you or have you killed then I would of let you kill yourself. Your body would of fed the earth and the animals that would of used you before the snows come but if it makes you feel better you can attempt to protect yourself against me human."<br><br>She ignored his comment on her race as she tilted her head tot he side and watched him curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 10:09:44</strong>
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				The knight raised his sword as high as he might muster, his sides burning and seizing with effort. He cast a sleepy glare her way before finally letting the arm fall as he fell back against the tree he'd shouldered up beside. His body was weak, tired, on the verge of death, and the hunger that burned inside him called for food, for rest, anything to ease his suffering.<br><br>He dropped the sword to the forest floor and looked at her, panting and trying to swallow, his throat empty and dry. <strong>"Then... what... what... what good.. am... I t- to... you...?"</strong> He asked, his eyes falling shut as his adrenaline-fueled path slowed to a halt. The world was swallowed by ink, his mind cast from his senses and into the void. <br><br>His body slumped over, passing out at the realization that with another sentient being came civilization and the hope of humanity, kindness to those in need, of food and warmth, of safety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 11:27:08</strong>
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				She watched as he stumbled to the floor and shook her head slightly. She stared at the metal sword he had threatened her with and shook her head once.<br><br>"Well we shall find out won't we..."<br><br>She quickly scanned the area with her eyes before finding a large and hefty stick, she used it to drag away the metal sword from his body not touching it once. Her gaze then fell on his armour. He was going to be in possible to move wearing all of that. She moved closer to his form looking over the material carefully and searched for any none metallic points along the armour that she could use to help her remove it. <br><br>The task in stripping him of the metal seemed to take hours as one piece seemed to over lap another constantly, despite her attempts to avoid the metal she received a few burns along her finger tips and arms for her work. Eventually she found his under clothes. Seemingly simple material to keep him warm and thankfully covered. She would remove that when she got him to her tome camp. <br><br>Bending down she began to pick him up under his arms, the man far lighter than what was natural and right in her estimation. He was a lot easier to move than she had expected. With a sharp inhale and a exhale she began to move him slowly through the trees taking him deeper into the woods.<br><br>Hours passed once more and he did not appear to be stirring as she smelt the sweet scent of burning pine. She could hear the faint chatters of her kind and smiled at being home. <br><br>The man as light was he was had long started to feel heavy in her arms and she longed to rest him in a bed before she would rest herself. She could hear several foot steps coming towards her as she finally broke the final circle of protective trees.<br><br>"What do have there....."<br><br>The older female inhaled sharply and then shook her head.<br><br>"He certainly needs a good bathe and why have you brought him here...he is practically a skeleton...."<br><br>"I found him in the woods....at the edge...he desired to die by heating the black toadstools but when I appeared he defended himself no matter his condition...a lot of that..burning garments there now he was wrapped up in them."<br><br>"Those kind are..take him to your hut, he is yours to care for and keep alive...no one else shall help you."<br><br>She nodded her head slightly before continuing to drag him along and took him into a small hut, it was circular and was only perhaps six foot by six foot in size and height all together. The roof was made out of large waterproof leaves and the walls were made from long dried mud.&nbsp; She dropped him ungracefully on her bed which was made up of soft leaves, dried flowers and fresh. It was not entirely comfortable for those not used to it at all. <br><br>Once he was seemingly settled she left her hut and began to gather food and what for him, a large fire burned in the middle with five smaller fires burning around it. She made her way first to a large pot of bubbling broth, the smell of onions and garlic coming from it, she could see green buds in it and small white what looked to be flowers. The broth was light and probably best for him. She half filled a bowl simple wooden bowl and a similarly made then made her way across the centre to her hut. <br><br>She checked his pulse to see if he had some how managed to die during her absence before she shifted up into a semi sitting up position and tried to wake him up.<br><br>"Time to eat now..."<br><br>She muttered quietly as she nudged his shoulder gently with her finger tips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 09:16:42</strong>
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				Lost in the blackness of his mind, the knight swung wildly with his blade at the titanic, plantlike beasts that threatened him, pouncing from the darkness at his ethereal, floating form. <strong>"Back, fiends! To the dim with you, you blasphemous creatures! You gods of old, leave me to my work! I do not serve your kind!!!"</strong> A branch-like arm swatted his sword from his attacking hand, sending it whirling off into the void, and soon branches and vines lashed at him, tearing away his armor, consuming him, tendrils of night and the cackling of beasts drowning him away.<br><br>He sank into a sea, weightless and warm, and there he floated, barely registering certain truths, mostly unaware of everything, of course, but he knew there were other beings, that he was being carried by someone... and that he weighed far too little to be normal. Eventually, the dark overtook him again, and the warm sea became scented with onions, flowers, a sweet, warming soup, soothing to his demanding stomach and his chapped lips.<br><br>It was then that he felt a touch.<br><br>The knight's eyes popped open and he sat up straight, nearly slamming into the nymph. He grabbed for where his weapon <em>should</em> have been and then shoved himself up against the headboard in fear. He was handsome and lean, his hair dark, his skin tanned, his eyes a vivid green. He panted a bit, looking at her, and then to the bowl, then he relaxed slowly, realization dawning on his features. <br><br>He snatched the bowl and drank hungrily, ignoring manners and humanity fo the time being. Survival came first. He gulped it down, then looked to her for more, slowly noticing he'd snatched her bowl from her. Meekly, he extended the bowl to her, speaking softly. <strong>"...It's... quite good... might... might I have a second serving... master?"</strong> The knight asked, searching both for renewed knowledge of his position and a fuller stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 02:00:20</strong>
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				She watched as the grubby hand seemed to know instantly where the food bowl was and how the human supped the simple broth as if he had not eaten for years. Her eyes widened in surprise as he offered the bowl back to her asking for a second bowl but the word that he uttered caused her to frown slightly as she took the bowl from him.<br><br>"You may have as much as you need though do not call me by that nae, your human terms such as that are insulting here for we have no masters and are not masters."<br><br>She rose to her feet angrily as she left her small hut and neared the smaller fires, she spooned out another bowlful of the lighter broth, unwilling to give him too much in case his body started to reject the sudden in take of food. She shook her head once more as she entered the hut once more though this time she held the bowl away from him, keeping it high out of reach.<br><br>"Eat this slowly or you shall lose it all, and weak or not you shall clean up the mess you make."<br><br>Though she did not ask if he understood she kept the bowl away from him, her head tilted forward with a raised brow as she waited to see if he could be sensible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 18:32:43</strong>
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				The knight watched her get angry, turn and remove herself from his presence. He didn't care if she was angry, he was happy she wasn't out to enslave him, and it had been a rational conclusion and one he stuck by. He looked around the room for a weapon, for his blade and armor, but didn't see it before she returned, as did his hunger. <br><br>She spoke to him and then kept the food from him. He gave her a stern stare, the same coldness in his eyes. He couldn't understand her, she didn't make any sense to him. She had risked herself against his anger, saved him, for what purpose? Why did she need a human such as he? And now, to find himself defenseless, yet not enslaved... what purpose did this being have in mind for him. He nodded slowly, acknowledging her point, and leaned forward, firmly clasping the bowl and taking it, sipping the broth very slowly, as per her instructions. He would listen, for now... but she wasn't to be trusted. <br><br>Not now, not ever.<br><br>He looked at her with distrust, her pretty lean frame surely hiding some sinister intent. Why else would she rescue him like this? He eventually decided to vocalize his concerns to her, danger be damned. He could already feel his strength returning. <strong>"...I'm not a slave... why rescue me then, Nymph? We are natural enemies... what is it you want from me?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 22:36:43</strong>
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				She waited until her showed some sign be it physical or verbal that he understood her words and let him accept the bowl. Her eyes though were kept on him just in case he began to start drinking the broth with speed again.<br><br>As it appeared he did not seem to have any intention to gulp the second bowl down she settled into the darker parts of the hut. Her head tilting as he finally seemed sated enough to speak rather than eat. <br><br>"Natural enemies...? Why are we natural enemies...? Are you enemies with all stranger you cross the path of or just those who save your life?"<br><br>Though she could speak she appeared to not speak properly, missing letters from words that should be plurals such as strangers or missing out a d from the word save which to most would be saved. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 09:43:03</strong>
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				He drank, slowly feeling life fill him again, like an empty vessel once more filled to brimming with fresh wine. He could feel his skin, the warmth of the fire, the scratch of the twigs beneath him as he sat in the crude and uncomfortable bed. All the while, he never stopped eying the forest dweller, not for a moment. He still expected her to kill him, and then suddenly it hit him: information. She must need information on humans... but... why?<br><br>He almost laughed at her remark, and he did smile slightly, and shook his head weakly, his brain not thanking him for the discombobulation. <strong>"You know of what I speak, Nymph... you are keeper of the woods, and mankind, we are her slayer. We destroy and burn and ravage and build and expand... all the things your people have been berating mine for doing for as long as we've known your kind, even in fairy tales... that makes us enemies, does it not? Nature against civilization?"</strong> He asked, raising an eyebrow.
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 10:26:50</strong>
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				She at first expected a physical attack on her as he managed to eat the second bowl and kept it down. When his verbal tirade began she could not help but chuckle, the chuckle then slowly turning into a full belly laugh. She had to place her hands to her stomach to ease the ache there and tears began to roll down her eyes.<br><br>"I have not heard a man speak the truth of his kind as that for a long time...at least you know what you are...my only dislike of you is that you seem happy by such and unwilling to try and change your ways...does that us natural enemies..if that is the way you see it then so it be..fairy tale...? "<br><br>She tilted her head curiously as she finally managed to calm down.<br><br>"I do not see fairy telling your kind tale..."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 09:18:08</strong>
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				The knight pushed into his corner, holding out the empty bowel and asking timidly for a bit more. His empty, tired stomach begged for food, more and more the more it remembered what it was like to be full. He looked the Nymph over and blinked, considering what she had said carefully. He thought, his brow furrowed, before slowly beginning to speak once more.<br><br><strong>"Not happy... just... understanding. Those of the forest would see our expansion as invasion, and while I see some benefits, I can't entirely agree with it, as many forest dwellers as it hurts. I may not agree with you that we should be stopped entirely, but limited... well, let's simply state I know when my kind has simply gone too far."</strong><br><br>He chuckled darkly, looking away from her. <strong>"...the way my kind fights and kills, if there are any fairies that remain living when humans reach their limit... no, I do not think they'll speak at all kindly of us."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 23:50:45</strong>
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				She glanced to the food bowl and shook her head faintly as she reached out and took it away from him. "You need to wait, your body needs to wait...it shall not handle too much food too soon well and you would still be cleaning up the mess. You can eat more after you have rested some more. You shall sleep plenty for a while until you have recovered. There is no rush, you could not leave here if you tried, your body is not ready."<br><br>She rose to her feet and moved towards the opening of the simple hut. <br><br>"Your kind do not know how to stop, you come and you take and you give what you think is needed or wanted..you come with points that can cause only harm and not help. You shall see while you are here. You could learn much but only when ready. I shall come back soon, rest."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 09:22:31</strong>
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				The knight sighed, setting the bowl down and resigning himself to his fate. Fight and he'd be struck down, most certainly. He glanced about the room one last time before turning to face his captor once more. <strong>"Before you go... where are my things? My armor and my blade? You may see them as symbols of humankind, but to me, it's equality. Without my things, I can't even hope to be on par with a denizen of the woods..."</strong> He asked plainly, looking to her for answers. <br><br>He reclined in the bed, his warm stomach coaxing him to sleep after her final comments. The dreams continued to haunt him on til morning. It was a night of terror and shame as he fought to regain some control over his failing mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 09:28:45</strong>
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				"If you had stayed in the..." She paused a moment her nose twitching a little as she struggled to form a word in her throat. .."armore...you would be too heavy to be here, had to go and the point of metal... you have no need here. Non harm you with non harm done to them..see?"<br><br>She then left him alone to sleep, she spent the night sleeping by the heat of the fire, giving him privacy should he of stirred but she checked on him often when she woke through the night. As dawn started to turn the oddly almost dark green air paler she placed a hand on his shoulder and began to shake him firmly There was no breakfast in her hands as she looked down to him oddly, leaning down she inhaled his scent a moment before snorting.<br><br>"You need a clean. Come with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 09:44:40</strong>
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				The knight awoke with a hand on his shoulder, a hand like soft plant matter, pale, soft bark. He jumped and pushed up into his corner before remembering exactly where he was... what he'd experienced. He was no longer in the castle, helping his brother knights and slaying the beasts that threatened mankind. No, he was trapped by Nymphs in the woods, no equipment or personal effects. Just him and his captor... and as he looked up at her, his mind stronger today, he looked up at her, his face screwed up as he stood, his lean, muscled frame a good foot and a half taller than her own. He looked her over before slowly asking.<br><br><strong>"...I'm called Knight Errant Sedine... what... am I to call you, Nymph?"</strong> he asked, ready to follow her to wherever he was to clean himself. After all, if he was to stay here, he'd need to acclimate. He still mourned the loss of his gear, but if he was lucky, it would still be there... he might still find it if he managed to break free of this forest creature.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 11:35:57</strong>
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				She looked up to him a moment and chuckled faintly as he tried to at least appear imposing but at the moment he was still all skin and bones and would be for a while. She showed no fear in her eyes as he rose up and looked down to her. She simply smiled in a odd fashion.<br><br>"This way, after you smell better than you can eat again. "She once more paused lightly as she spoke his name in her mind a few times before sounding it out. "Er-rant. Strange name. Sounds akin to errand. No matter.&nbsp; Those of my kind call me Elen you can remain in calling me Nymph."<br><br>She led him out of the hut and waited for him to emerge for now the camp was seemingly clear though a large fire continued to burn as did five smaller fires around the largest. There were a small cluster of huts in similar fashion to hers some smaller and one larger than hers opposite them. The morning was filled with the chorus's of the wakening birds, a small breeze caused the upper trees to sway gently from side to side slowly. <br><br>"This way, other gone for food."<br><br>She began to move away from the camp walking behind her hut and through the woods for what felt to be perhaps half a hour until the sound of a waterfall could be heard close by, the forest was still heavily damp with dew and moisture seemed to radiate from the very air as he inhaled and exhaled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 16:30:33</strong>
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				Sedine actually hadn't been trying to appear imposing or frightening, but his actions had been known to come off as such in the past. It was all a part of his personality, and it made him a fantastic Knight Errant. He had smiled when she assumed 'Errant' was his name instead of a mere title, but as her harsh words followed, the smile faded, and he decided perhaps it was best to not correct her. Errant might be a fitting title, if they were to remain at this 'distance.' <br><br>He looked around the village, cautious, and as he followed her though the forest, again it came to his mind. Her intentions were unclear, and worse, her actions were making the knight feel more than a little nervous. He'd been rescued from starvation... disrobed, his armor and weapons stolen from him by forest spirits, cared for and fed... afterwards, she had confirmed he was not a slave, but now... she had saved him, hadn't chosen to enslave him, and yet he was to keep distance and call her 'Nymph.' The entire concept was very confusing... and worse... what was her goal? What did she stand to gain in all of this?<br><br>These thoughts occupied him until he heard the sound of the waterfall. As they neared it, he decided that if this was to be the case, he'd voice his dissatisfaction. He shouldered past her roughly, with enough force to cause her to stumble, and headed for the water. <strong>"My thanks, <em>Nymph</em>."</strong> he said with all the venom of a curse. <br><br>He discarded his meager wrapping and entered to cool water and sighed, diving just to get away from her. She confused him and it was making him angry just being around her. He hated being a prisoner, and worse, hated not knowing why. He swam beneath the waterfall and surfaced with his face to the stone, not even wanting to see her. He rinsed thoroughly, gulping down hefty ammounts of the water as he did so. For nearly a day he'd stumbled about, desperate for water. Now, the Knight Errant treated it like gold.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 23:43:02</strong>
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				She had heard his suddenly rushed approach but she oddly assumed he would walk around her rather than into her. She stumbled forward as he passed by muttering at her as if she had just bitten him as she fell to her knees a moment, catching her knee along the sharp and protective barrier of bark. She felt a small wound slice open and the moisture sting the open skin slightly. <br><br>Rising to her feet without limping she watched as he quickly got into the water and then dove down beneath the surface before rising again with his back to her. She growled under her breath at his rudeness as she glanced to a broad tree. It trunk was broader than he and around it was a look of snakes that were stripped vines. Her mind briefly going over a plan but she waited to start it. Watching him as he bathed and ignored her seemingly utterly. <br><br>He was a typical human, expected everything to happen right now and seemed to have no thanks. Perhaps she should of simply left him for dead. Let him rot and feed the animals and the trees if he was going to treat her like she was less than the muck beneath his feet. <br><br>She sat down next tot he large tree and stroked along the dry surface of the thick vines speaking quietly to them. If he did look at times he may have imagined that they were moving, slithering a little perhaps even twisting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 03:20:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The knight continued to bathe, ignoring her. He honestly didn't care for her... she'd saved him, but he was certain now he was a pawn for something... and he didn't like that. He hated being treated like a second class citizen, judged for the actions of his kind, and more than that, he felt genuinely robbed, as an added bonus. He was confused, and didn't know what to think. As he washed, he called to her.<br><br><strong>"You make no sense, Nymph... you save me, feed me... but I'm no slave, not worthy to speak your name... and unwelcome. So... why then? A bargaining chip? Food of some kind? What exactly do you have planned for me, Nymph? Just tell me so I know what to expect and you'll have less difficulty."</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 08:39:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She turned her attention from the slightly writhing vines and looked to him. She settled on the ground and smiled as she glanced down to the tips of the vines that had started to wrap around her wrist. "I do not expect to make sense to you yet Errant. You make no sense to me. We do not slave your kind...yet...tale I hear speak of your kind falling for our kind until they require little food and starve themselves...but it is our fault...our way.2 Her tone of voice turned sarcastic showing she did not believe that at all. A confused look crossed upon her face a moment as he spoke of a bargaining chip until understanding dawned from experience with their neighbours. A low chuckle escaped her mouth a moment. "Errant of what could I bargain you for...? I have what I need and want right here. There is nothing your kind can offer me. As for why I stopped you dying..you fought well and bravely...despite being no chance of defeating me...that hard to find."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 07:06:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Knight turned to look at her, his muscular body dripping with water. He might be thinner than normal, but a day's worth of food and good rest had returned a lot of color to the firm, strong body, and he looked at her, quite seriously, feeling a bit sheepish about his comments now. He glanced around in the water, and then turned to look at her again, the water covering half of his abs and everything beneath, otherwise he would've been far more shy. He crossed his arms, and met her gaze, serious. <strong>"...I'm sorry about pushing you then, my lady. You... didn't deserve that. You deserve my thanks... you aren't human, by most every account, your kind is far better than mine. I'm actually... ashamed of my kind's reliance on industry and civilization... you live on the beauty of nature in a way I could never manage to do... I envy that."</strong><br><br>He dunked his head under again, then rose and continued. <strong>"...I suppose I had thought you might've wanted to ensure men stayed out fo your forest and were seeking to trade me for that. It would've been foolish... but I honestly thought Nymphs incapable of human tactics. Seems we both know very little about the culture of the other, Nymph."</strong> He ran a hand through his hair and made for the shore, making effort to keep himself covered. <br><br><strong>"You <em>are</em> of the level of beauty that I would almost believe that old wives tale, however... I bet many a man has fallen for you, oh Nymph. However, I will try to refrain. I hope instead you will forgive my impudence and might be so kind as to teach this foolish human the ways of these woods. You may think humans all beyond compassion and learning... but learning is what we do best. If I can find peace and safety in these woods... take it to the humans... our societies would change forever, they might adopt your teachings... you would be goddesses to the kinds of men."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 23:51:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened intently to him as he spoke. Some of his words were a little strange and harder to understand and she was having to try and dissect the way he spoke and the sound of his voice at the same time. "Thank you for saying sorry Errant. Your kind are not known for saying such." She chuckled faintly, her laugh thick and heavy despite it's briefness. "We live our way and you and yours live your way. We can try and teach you but you need the want to learn, with out one you have none." She slowly rose to her feet, the vines unwrapping from her wrists and returning to the tree. She slowly moved into the water even though she remained in the simple cloths that covered her more intimate curves. She tilted her head back until she almost disappeared under the water except for her nose before rising again and smiling to him as he kept himself covered up.<br><br>"I already know how you look, nothing you can hide from me Errant, if I had wished you I could of had you when you were unaware of anything." She tilted her head tot he side a moment before she began to swim towards him slowly."I do not seek a runt for a mate nor one who shall go. We keep our mate here. " She chuckled again and shook her head slightly. "Your kind shall not learn, they not wish to..they would try to if they wished...they are happy as they are."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 09:13:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He eyed her, prepared to respond and tell her of his intentions when she suddenly stood and came to meet him in the water. He blushed, backing in deeper to ensure his girth remained under the surface, glad he wasn't erect, but the swaying, curvy frame that approached and chuckled made him shiver, a familiar heat returning to his loins. He backed a bit further away as she spoke of having opportunities to examine him.<br><br><strong>"And this is where our kinds differ... humans are driven by desires, by emotion... so... even if I don't want to be your mate, my body will respond to your... uh... perceived advances in the normal human way... and as for man not wanting to learn, we are all different... are all you Nymphs the same, Nymph? All the exact same mindset? I would wager not, as you chose to rescue me... perhaps I want to learn so that I might better myself... to show it to my kind, to help them improve, as so many humans will want to... maybe I seek to repay my debt to you, is that not enough?"</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 23:23:00</strong>
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				Before he had even finished talking she had started to chuckle as she continued to approach him. Her way was natural rather than seductive. "Do no fear I shall not take what not given in hear and hear." She reached and pointed towards his head before chuckling and then dipping her hand into the water reaching deep enough to indicate that the gesture was towards his member though she did not grasp it nor did she even attempt to skim her fingers along his flesh instead she stepped back and turned around to walk away from him. "Then we may talk about the heart."<br><br>She looked over her shoulder a moment her face turning serious as she began to rise up along the shore line. "If you were same as most of yours then you would not be here..but you may lie..may betray....may bring us harm so...I am not rushed to teach."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 08:55:17</strong>
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				The man was flustered, but he followed her, at a distance, towards the shore where he would hurriedly dress again, watching her intently, trying to calm down as his heart raced and compromising images flashed through his mind. <strong>"A fair assumption... enemies appear most friendly before they betray, I respect those tactics... well... then at least, allow me to do some work, help in some way, to repay you? You probably want naught of it... but is there anything you'd wish to know of the worlds of men? Perhaps we might teach one another, Nymph...?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 22:08:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shall be seen, as it all things. Now we go eat and I teach." She moved towards the woods again not caring a the cloths that she had kept worn were pulled down slightly by the weight of the water they had absorbed. The water at first rapidly began to drip out of the material and along her skin in multiple rivlets yet she seemed unfazed by such as most would find an annoyance. <br><br>"What you like to eat? Any food make you ill ? Any you like much or not at all?" She continued to walk as she spoke and looked around the woods as if looking for something in particular. The water that trailed along her form hinted at her muscular contors. Suddenly she appeared to jump up in a similar fashion to a cat. Her fingers gripping onto a low branch before she quickly brought her leg up ontot he branch and pushed upwards until she was walking along them as casually as she did sold ground.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 05:35:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The knight followed carefully, trying without much success to take his eyes off her wet, dripping form. The water outlined her perfectly, and his jaw dropped a bit as he peered at her. Only when she jumped to the tree did he tear his eyes away, and even then, since he still walked behind her on the ground, he would occasionally look up at her legs and ass, admiring her lovely form as it walked gracefully through the trees. <br><br><strong>"Well... i hate lemons and too much milk can make me ill, but other than that, I'm a fairly easygoing person... what about you?"</strong> He asked, actually curious about the Nymph. He wasn't allowed her name, but... what could this information hurt, he though.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 20:47:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She glanced over her shoulder and down to him with a suddenly playfully smile as she paused mid step and with a smooth turn, she crouched down and offered him her hand, it moving below the branch she was currently on, while the other laid upon the sturdy wood. "Climb up, one height same sights. " She said in a voice that was almost singing rather than talking. "I like much but that which swims and naught makes me ill unless I eat more than I should."<br><br>She was sure she had felt his gaze upon her form at least a handful of times as they had left the water and whens he turned to face him she was certain his gaze was more heated than it had been before. In the water he had been shy and modest, she wondered whether that was how he really was or because he had been concerned she would take him for some sexual slave or pet. "Do you have slave?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 07:43:41</strong>
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				The knight complied, climbing nimbly with her help. He'd been used to hard climbs up castle ramparts in his armor, so this was easy, same as balancing. He found it all worked to increase his abilities, and the time in the bulky, firm metal had made it easy for him to move around when unarmored. Holding her hand, he swallowed, releasing it as soon as he was able to stand on his own. He noted her likes and dislikes, surveying the forest from the height. It didn't look any different to him. It was still just green and wood, animals and brush... what was so special that she wanted him to see?<br><br>Honestly, it was still hard to keep from staring. She dressed so scantily, and her body smelled of the sweetness of the woods, clean and pure... she was exotic, pretty, and lacked the shyness that most women had. Add to that the previous day's desperation for survival and the fact that he'd been without a woman for quite some time and you had a cocktail for hormonal imbalances.<br><br><strong>"Slaves? I have a servant, a boy who I caught stealing from me. He was to be put to death, but I spared him both his life and his hands, so he serves me. It's not uncommon in the world of men... though I judge by your tone that you dislike this fact?"</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 10:17:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked over her shoulder to him as she started to walk ahead of him once he appeared to have found his balance and be settled upon the strong branches. He took to it easier than she had expected though she did not comment on it.&nbsp; She nodded her head once when he finished speaking of his servant. "What happen now you here? Who care for him? Keep him safe? "She continued to walk moving from tree to tree with ease even though she was not actually looking where she was going. " We do not like that way. Little point, not teach a lesson and makes for many slave. Families of slave. We see, we hear. It spread. "<br><br>She suddenly stopped and turned to face him abruptly. "Would you like if I had made you slave?" She had to tilt her head back a little to look him in the eye but her eyes were curious rather than accusing at the moment. "Even though I did to you as you did to your boy?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 19:30:57</strong>
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				The knight followed timidly, nearly falling once or twice, but maintaining his balance well enough. He listened and leapt to the next tree, hugging the branches tightly, his strong male form flexing and giving with the weight of his body and the difficulty of the task. He turned to her as he spoke. <strong>"The boy would've starved or been killed without me... I saved his life, Nymph. When I left town, I left him to sharpen swords at the errant castle. They'll watch after him... and when he's of age, I'll release him. As for slave families, that's incorrect. If a slave bears a child, the child is given up for adoption, free to live as it chooses same as any man. The slave parent is then made barren with medicine, to keep them from bearing children ever again. Human numbers are so large that one less breeder is of no consequence, and it ensures no children are born into slavery. Besides, these slave women would've most likely only born the children into prostitution or thievery anyhow, being the people they are... this way, their children can grow up stronger."</strong> He smiled, actually far preferring the human system to the wild ravages of nature. It just made more sense and ensured people were treated equally.<br><br>He listened to her second expression. He figured she would expect shock from him, dismay, or dismissive anger, but he didn't feel those things. He stared up at the sky and sighed, smiling softly. <strong>"Remember... I actually expected that you would. That's why I called you 'master' before. I wouldn't have liked it because I committed no crime to the best of my knowledge, but I would've gladly worked for my freedom under you, Nymph... and to an extent, is that not what I am doing?"</strong> he asked, raising an eyebrow as his strong eyes examined her pretty face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 22:58:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened to him quietly a moment. A few minutes passed before she finally answered though. "So you make a woman give up her young?Even for a..crime..when still a child? You...tear families..and yet see no qualm in that? No it is not same. I saved you and a crime you did. You came on land not yours." She began to approach him, her stance and presense was changing. Suddenly she was more predator as she reached up to his head and pulled him down towards her head. "I teach you to live, not make you work, it may feel same though from your way. Would it be easier if I did treat you so Errant?"<br><br>Her voice had turned to a low growl showing she had been annoyed by his words. Her eyes narrowing on him as the trees around them suddenly seemed to srping to life as if a wind was blowing and yet there was none to be felt against their forms at all. "Our race is small we do not end a womans womb."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 21:16:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The knight furrowed his brow at her and sighed. He shook his head. <strong>"No, you're misunderstanding. If a woman was a child, she'll have worked off her debt by the time she can bear children... it's only if a slave gets pregnant while enslaved, knowing full well the consequences... and even then, we're required by law to care for her until the child is born. As for tearing families apart... my mother was the same. Gambling addict, she drank herself to sleep, was killed in an alley by another lush... if I hadn't been taken from her, I would never have lived... who knows what might've happened to me, Nymph. So yes, I DO approve of tearing apart families, it saved my life."</strong> He shot her a smoldering look, and continued on, pointing at her as he stepped to the next branch and steadied himself.<br><br><strong>"Your land was not posted or claimed, that was a mutual mistake, and even so, I still stand willing to repay that wrong. I don't care if you call me slave or not, it won't affect the work I do for you, <em>Nymph</em>. I might as well be calling you 'master' and you calling me 'slave,' since we both only get titles. And as for ending a woman's womb, I'm GLAD they ended my mother's debauchery... kept her from making even more kids she wouldn't care for. I don't care what you think."</strong> He leapt down from the tree, walking beneath her. <strong>"There. 'One height same sights,' right? Well now we can see things differently, and it allows you to look down on me all the easier. You'll like that."</strong> He walked on now, angry at her again. What had made him ever want to act friendly with a Nymph?!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 22:28:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"One tale out of many does not mean it right." She said as she watched him from above a moment before shaking her head and taking off through the woods, along the path of the tree branches. She would only remain ahead of him by a few feet but it was enough to give her some mental space as she ignored his heavy foot movements through the ground below. She had obviously been unthinking when she thought she could teach him. He did not wish to learn of other perspectives already. Felt the way he knew was the only way. She sighed quietly as she dragged one hand through her tangled hair. This was not going to be easy at all and she disliked him being angry and also feeling some how holier than though. "I wonder if all who have been torn agree...what of the child taken from her blood and then harmed by another for, days, weeks...life..? Tales spread of you to even through these dark woods. Human cruelness, acts of hate...Should that child be thankful for being alive or sad that a life one not of her own decided for her or him?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 08:28:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The knight crossed his arms, following her and refusing to even spare a glance her way. He responded, but was still more than a little angry with the wench. After all, she'd started it all, he'd only listened and answered honestly. If not for her hostility, he would've never become angry like this. He couldn't stand being looked down on, especially by someone who claimed to be a 'teacher.'<br><br><strong>"Well, let's think about it... taken from a life of guaranteed poverty, pain, neglect and danger, and given another shot... even if it turned out poorly, at least you got one more shot than nature would've given you. You Nymphs are lucky enough to raise your young communally, but humans are too evil-natured for that. If we tried that, kids would end up missing, abused, and dead far more often. So say what you want, humans are doing the best we can with our societies. Are we perfect? Oh no, and I had hoped to learn from you, but you don't get to speak to me as if I know nothing. I greeted your ideas with calm and reason. Your hostility has caused this, wench."</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 12:09:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he finished speaking once more she suddenly paused in her foot steps waiting for him to catch up before seeming to drop from above just a little behind him."If I thought you knew nothing, would not be here fighting. You claim taking child from family, from blood be better for all..not me..you claim it work for you fine it did...but not for all...you treat all same..you forget all different..different heights..different sights. I try..to show not one way..right..and do not call me wench do not like it. So this boy of yours..when shall he go free..he only a child..? What life is in front of him?"<br><br>Her voice was calmer this time it was more truly asking rather than accusing as she moved away from him, moving a head a little before freezing suddenly. Stay here, stay...very still."<br><br>She spoke barely above a whisper as she rose into the trees again this time she appeared to fade from sight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 21:31:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The knight glared at the woman, ready to tell her off and explain the folly of her logic and answer her questions, no... to rebel against her accusations. He hated being looked down on, but he hated ignorance most of all. He knew they were of different cultures, but still, his culture had made hard, but necessary and beneficial choices. <br><br>However, she then told him not to move, and vanished without much more than a word. The Errant Knight dropped to one knee, looking for predators and other signs of trouble. Whatever she'd seen, it had scared her. And if it scared the Nymph, he knew it would be far worse for he, an unarmed, unprotected human.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 22:22:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Keep still...keep quiet...keep still..keep quiet..."</em>She thought to herself as she moved as silently as possible through the branches around her. The scents that carried over the air were dark ones, animal ones that were too feral for her to be able to handle especially if her guess in numbers was right which stood at four. <br><br>She leaned against the bark of a large pine tree and looked down to see four huge wolves following his scent, the scent he had unwillingly left behind as he made his way to the pool. Just as they were about to dart after him she launched herself from the branches and down to ones closer to them. The thrashing sound would travel far enough to reach his ears as would he yells to get their attention. Which she did, the wolves howled up at her before she started to walk along the trees again. She was leading them off and away but she could not move too fast and lose them nor could she appear uncatchable so that they lost interest and would return upon Errant's scent. She was not sure how far she lead them but as it neared the three mile mark and into denser more populated wood land that pale furred animals loped after the easier to capture animals such as the rabbits, deer and badgers. <br><br>Slowly she began to return the way she had come being sure to be a mile away before dropping to the ground and running towards where she had left Errant.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 20:15:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The knight hid near a tree when he began to hear the howls, the scuffling and the distant fleeing of pack hunters. He tore from a tree a large branch, holding it in front of him for protection as he hid in the small of a large, ancient oak. His eyes searched the trees for sounds of oncoming attack, but there was nothing. His heart raced, and the sounds faded. Eventually, the birds began chirruping again, and the forest was quiet once more... sans one Nymph. He stood slowly, eyes looking over the woods, and finally, cautiously, he called out, <strong>"Nymph! Are you unharmed? Do you need assistance,"</strong> there was a slight pause, and he realized, grimacing, that she'd never accept help from a human, <strong>"...from the village? ...If I don't hear from you, that's where I'm heading..."</strong> He waited in the quiet for a response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 09:21:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time she returned her chest to rising and falling rapidly so that she could catch a breath, her feet skidded to a halt kicking up some of the natural debris around her feet. The leaves and twigs&nbsp; bringing up dust and dirt at the same time making a wee cloud that wrapped around them briefly. She watched him with a amused smile at his pose and his choice of weapon. "The trip not needed I fine though were you wishing to harm them or tickle them?" She approached him carefully in odd side steps, her left hand reaching up to touch the tip of his branch. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Vyse</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 07:27:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she approached he tossed the branch down and stood, looking her over, concerned at first, and then relieved, and then a bit annoyed. <strong>"...I was worried."</strong> He was quiet for a second, crossing his arms. <strong>"...I-I mean, what would the other Nymphs do if I returned without you? And I don't have my equipment so I can't even defend myself against things like those wolves... I thought you'd abandoned me."</strong> He looked at her, realizing how dangerous it was for him right now to be without the Nymph.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Roots That Bind (Aviva and Captain Vyse)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 01:10:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She some how managed to snag the stick before it actually reached the ground and drew it up into he air as she began to walk around him. One end of the stick she tapped lightly against the palm of her hand."They would find me, for good or not they would know what had claimed me." A low chuckle sounded from her mouth as she lightly swatted his bare behind with the end of the branch. The sound filled the air briefly and then echoed into their ears as it bounced around the trees. "Sides sure other of mine would find a use for you. Work you at least or let you roam til the forest claimed you for it's own."
			</dd>
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