Death of a Nation
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				Title: <strong>Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 02:38:45</strong>
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				Horse and human excrement lay on the soil on parts of the battlefield. Guts and blood could have made a river and it's fish. Both armies were having heavy losses. Ragefist (http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh29/Akechi12_album/Knight.jpg) roared with victory as he pushed his lance into another enemy, who squealed in pain and shriveled down to the ground. But this was not just any opponent- it was the cousin of the man who led this failing defense. But as the man pulled the lance from the enemy, he looked around. The brunet king growled lightly under his breath, "Where the hell is Malice (http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh29/Akechi12_album/YoungWhiteKnight.jpg)? He has the reserves we need to win!"<br><br>He saw that his lines were starting to break a bit. Fighting in these conditions, pockets fights as he refereed to them, broke the various lines. Now where was Malice with those fresh troops? Well, they suddenly appeared to the relief of the Railuians. A great cheer roared from them, and Malice sat on a magnificent ebony steed. Raising his silver-steel long sword, the twenty year old pushed his sword forward and roared a charge forward. The cavalry raged forward and the horses trampled over the enemy troops that got in their way. Malice had placed the sword back into it's scabbard in favor for a long bladed spear that had made them late- fully metal, the spear blade was twice that of a normal one. A crimson tassel on the end confused enemies out of his horse's range as he lashed out at them with the spear.<br><br>Ragefist's army pushed with renewed vigor as their reserves rode in- Heavies (the most heavily armed of the armies), Lights (the type used for darting in and out of combat, damaging enemies with all kinds of weapons), and lastly the sappers (uses of explosives that were usually unheard of until Ragefist created the division- all enemies feared them). The mages of Ragefist's army pulled back as they were no longer needed. The enemy was hacked to pieces outside the gates, and the sappers had been allowed to set up their mortar, which could fire over walls, but also at walls to destroy the bricks.<br><br>Ragefist sat atop his horse as Malice approached on his ebony horse, as compared to his white horse with gray spots, "You were a bit late son, but you made it in enough time," the king paused a moment before he rose his fist with his lance grasped in it, "Hear me! Prince Malice is the hero of the war! My son has brought the vigor back into my old bones!"<br><br>A roar ran through the army as they moved within shouting distance of the castle. Malice was given the honor, as hero, to say what he had heard and read hundreds of times in the country's history books. Clearing his throat, Malice spoke clearly and mightily, "Hail, defeated enemy. Open your gates for the victor," a short pause for dramatic effect, as he added in his father's new phrase, "Or the Sappers will destroy your walls and what remains of the castle. My Lord wishes to speak with your own."<br><br>Ooc: The blue links are the appearances of the characters. At the current time, they are wearing what is on the picture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 02:57:34</strong>
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				This was madness and this was war! How dare the armies of Ragefist and the Railuians come up and against the army of Mercer. Their kingdom had been standing for centuries, a people whose pride was wide and firm and would refuse to give in to the likes of these men, unless they were completely broken down. Which from her post in the guard towers, Princess Rae could see the blood and carnage that marked the battle field and marked the end of their army. They were without many men to defend their home and it was clear that Ragefist had his victory. The Kingdom of Mercer was now defeated and the bones of her knights and soldiers were trampled into the ground. It broke her heart, the feeling of loss was beating into her body and she could only stand in stunned silence. What she wanted to do was draw her bow and kill them all, she wanted to unleash her magic upon them, to make them feel pain and despair, to drag them into the ground and die with their heads between their knees.<br><br>But her father had come forward, she saw from her post, leaving his castle with his men, his face drawn, his armour bloody, having gone out as well but retreated when wounded, the king was proud even with his twisted arm and his matted down hair and bloody face. Rae was alarmed at seeing him for she knew this meant he was ready to surrender. Running down the stairs of the towers, her heavy armoured boots echoed through as her long brown hair flew around her shoulders. Her bright, hazel eyes were wide with worry, shimmering with caramel browns, forest greens, and honey golds, her long lashes fluttered as she came out and to meet the parade to speak to her king. "Father," she exclaimed, "Please! You must not lower those gates, we have to fight." The older, wiser man would turn his head and looked at his daughter.<br><br>She was a beautiful thing at only five foot one, her long locks set off her tanned complexion, and her thick, curvaceous form was admirable with her curved, ample hips and thick, strong thighs, she had firm calves and a soft waist with a large, impressive bosom and a gorgeous face set off with bright eyes and full lips. She was majestic, a true princess and the vision of a queen as well as feminine charm. Not only that, but she was strong, courageous, a warrior who knew how to handle a bow, a sword, a dagger, and her very own magic. She was a vision in the making and King Cailan was sad that his daughter would never grow up to truly be queen of her kingdom. "We have to my daughter, our people will suffer if we do not stop and try to salvage what we can. I can not allow that to happen."<br><br>Shaking her head, Rae followed along, dressed in armour that had an immaculate silver breast plate with designs on them as well as armour along her arms and down around her body, her bottoms were more of leather plate skirts, set off with her boots, her helmet was not on and her sword was left some where. After all, they had lost, what was the point. The gates opened, and there the true horror of battle was seen, every where, bodies were lain out and their blood drove through and made soil red. Rae's stomach turned at the sight but they did not stop walking. Staying on his strong, brown horse, Cailan would lift his chin, and say, "We surrender. Name your price, but promise to cease the mindless torture of my people. You have made your point."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 04:14:55</strong>
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				They waited with patience, and Malice heard the hooves of their proud king's horse. It was something that tasted bittersweet. Malice was truly not a warrior- more so an assassin at heart. His secret life outside the palace. A growing disdain for war had grown in his belly since his first kill in this war- their prince. He had to resort to using one of his hidden knives, one that was called a 'long knife', and slashed his throat apart. The kill remained with him, in his dark sapphire orbs. Each kill he had made today with his steel spear- around ten, each of those just reflected the kill he had made on that first day of battle. Malice growled low in his throat when the gates dropped, as he saw the dried blood of their king.<br><br>Maliced moved his horse back and allowed Ragefist to move forward. The king nodded his head to the other proud king, as he spoke calmly, "Yes, Lord Cailan. I have to agree. My terms are simple. It is well known that your daughter is a maiden that is not only beautiful, but deadly. I will allow you to keep your land and allow you to rebuild- but you will no longer be a Lord. You will be nobility for me. And your daughter will marry my son. This shall soildify the deal. She shall live in my palace, with my son. She will be queen once I pass away."<br><br>Malice blinked at this terms- inwardly. He was to marry the daughter of the defeated king? He had not thought of marriage- too many nights, slaying. Too many faces for him to see in his head, to the point where it was the same, blank face. But in this war, the slashed throat was different. He had no time to think of marriage. Of child raising and love. The quiet male forced his face to stay blank- to not contort it into a confused mass of a question: "What the hell are you thinking, father"?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 04:37:22</strong>
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				Meeting the king and his people outside of the gates really drove home to Rae just how great their losses were. She had never expected it to go this far, had never hoped for defeat or all of this death. Not only that, but her very own brother had been murdered, she watched Malice, the prince, from her spot while had made sport of her brother. Looking at the young man now, she had to fight herself not to pounce on him and kill him, not to give what he deserved. No Mercy. She was shaking as they approached, stopping to talk, wanting to rip them from their horses and have their blood join the rivers of others. Breathing in and out, Rae tried to quell her anger but it was hard to do. Especially once the king began to speak.<br><br>Rae looked up in disbelief, eyes wide as he began to state what he wanted...he wanted her. He wanted her, the princess, to marry his own son, the man who killed her brother. Shaking her head, Rae felt the panic rise within her as she heard her father inhale slowly and then let out a groan of exasperation. Looking down to his daughter he could see her shaking where she stood, turning red along her cheeks from the anger, it was a term that would be hard to agree to,but, he would sit up, and Rae would watch as he said, "Agreed. The deal shall be set, and the wedding will be within two weeks. How does this sound?"<br><br>"This sounds horrible," Rae busted from her full lips, turning on her father she yelled, "I will not agree to marry this barbarian! I want nothing to do with him or his kingdom. I will not be the wife or the queen to the people I would much rather see dead, instead of my brother! I refuse," she shrieked,&nbsp; one of the knights of her father came forward,as if to calm her, but instead she drew her dagger, taking on a stance, her eyes wildly flickering. "I swear if you make me do this, you will all die. I will not marry that fool, you may denounce your kingship all you like but your enemy's son will not take me." Looking at Malice, she suddenly growled, "Besides, he is no true warrior, he is not fit to marry me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 05:55:55</strong>
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				It was all very well and good, but then the outburst. Malice listened calmly- oh, he knew the anger she felt. The ebony haired male slid down from the horse that had carried him into battle with his spear in hand. Not 'normal' procedure, than. Malice knew that at the end, books romanticized these things. The warrior growled at her, "Little known, then, is my own personal loss, girl. My own sister lost her life this day as she fought for her country. You dare call us barbarians, but what do you know of Railu? You know nothing, girl. We two lost a life precious to us- lives precious to us. You dishonor yourself, your father, and your kingdom- the way you speak out of your place. I will marry you if the agreement is set, but there will be no love. No tenderness."<br><br>There was a silent pause from Malice's side- none had seen the Prince be so...angry before, never heard the venom in his tone anywhere close as this, "I had once thought The Maiden of Mercer would have been closer to Earth, someone that I could have married at my choosing. Clearly, I was mistaken. As for the bit of being no true warrior- you likely see romantic sides of a battle- everything is fair, all weapons and skills brought out at the beginning. Rubbish: that is all a lie. When you risk your life with a blade on the front lines, you want to keep it until you absolve yourself to perish. Learn something today, Princess of Mercer. Learn it well- neither side is every fully victorious."<br><br>Her magic would avail her to nothing against the gathered from Railu. Their armor was adorned with special sapphires, minded from one of their conquered nations. These sapphires drew magic within them and locked it away. That was why the mages had ran once Malice arrived. They were Malice's unit, and they dominated any battlefield. Malice walked back to his horse calmly with the intent to slip back into the saddle- any movement from the girl at all -even during his speech to her outburst- and she would meet his spear in her way. Under it's tassel lay another sapphire stone. In Malice's armor lay four of them- one on the back of each gauntlet, one on the reverse side of the pommel of his long sword, and one on the back of his armor-jacket.<br><br>Ragefist was silent through this until the end, when he spoke, "Those are the terms. Two weeks time, then. We will know if it is not her, as well. Any violence against our kingdom from any of your remaining forces will result in the destruction of Mercer. True barbarians, they would have just killed you all, even know. I, at the very least, allow you to rebuild your shattered kingdom."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 06:23:44</strong>
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				Through it all, Rae remained firm, with a grip on her weapons and a look of rage on her face, she watched as Malice left his horse and approached her. He may have been handsome in his appearance but the moment she spoke she felt nothing but disgust. At what he said, she shook her head, eyes focused on the Prince, silent as he spoke, slowly her blades lowered, but she was still tense, her father was glaring at her, irate that his daughter had lost her head. After all the years of training her to be calm, to know her place in war and defeat, and she still acted like a childish little girl, shame went through him over her as Rae shook her head what Malice said and then Ragefist as well. Turning her back on them, she muttered gently, "I would never wish for a monster to love me anyway, do as you wish, I no longer care."<br><br>Lifting her chin, she walked back in, while Cailan simply sighed and nodded towards the king of Railu, with a soft voice, he spoke, "Then it is set, I am sorry for your loss. And in two weeks my daughter will be ready to marry your son, whether she likes it or not. Be blessed," he spoke with a heavy heart, mourning the loss of his son, and his kingdom, he turned and made his way back in through the gates to begin the restoration.<br><br>In two weeks time, after a heavy scolding from her father, Rae found herself standing in the arch way of the cathedral of her home land which was now belonging to the people of Railu. The wedding was today, in fact, from where she stood, she saw the congregation of hundreds of people, standing as the warrior princess began her glide down the aisle and towards her groom.&nbsp; She was no longer as mad as she had been, but she was not happy either.Instead, she just felt numb to it all, her beautiful figure was done up in white lace, the corset of the dress pushed up her heavy bosom that fit into a triple D cup, the front of her bodice was done up with crafted pearls and white, cloth roses. The sleeves came down to her wrists and the dress would fan out from her hips and moved around her legs as her heels clicked against the ground. Her brown hair was down in soft, thick waves of chocolate brown with a crown fitted on her head and a veil that tumbled in front of her beautiful face.<br><br>Coming to the altar and turning towards her future husband, she said not a word and looked through him and the lace, not at all interested in the words spoken, and when her veil was lifted, and they kissed, it was as if she were in another world. The march down the aisle, hand in hand, was quick, and Rae longed to disappear into the chambers, they were forced to spend their first night together, but it would not mean anything would happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 06:46:54</strong>
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				With things set into place, Ragefist nodded as they turned to leave. Rae was not the only one that recieved a toung lashing. Malice also got one, if not as bad as Rae's, but worse: after all, he was a male, of the highest honors.&nbsp; A war hero, a title to be worn on the way home. Victory had been clenched, but Malice did not feel victorious. He was ashamed of his words, how venomous he was. Rage born of the death of his sister, Malice's name came true. He didn't know if he could come true upon his words not to love her. After all, he was just a young man- and she, a young woman. Why did testosterone take over at the wrong times?<br><br>Malice'd wedding day was a mix between the two's customs. Ragefist allowed any of their own that did not impede with any of Railu's traditions. It was truly a beautiful day- men from Railu had been sent to help with the clean up. Malice himself was adorned in his partial armor- ever the suit of the war hero, with his hair combed back neatly, unlike the sweaty self she had seen at the end of the battle. Ever the title, the cheering. It was only the nights Malice was able to escape into the night as an assassin these days that he felt like himself. His sapphire eyes that day had been fixed with disapine to not how how tired he was. He even managed a smile, through his tiredness. He wore no weapons, besides the few that he easily concealed- his long knives, for one, and one throwing dagger.<br><br>The wedding went off without anything going wrong. Malice felt a bit strange- his marriage was, in fact, far later than his father's. Ragefist had married at the young age of sixteen, to a foreign nation's princess. But it was after the wedding that there would be much less noise. It would calm his nerves. Malice and the Princess Rae were to spent the night- alone- together. A chance for a child, that was what was on everyone's mind. Malice was not so sure that it would go so smoothly, not that smooth anyway. There seemed no love, not yet anyway (but that is for later).<br><br>As the evening came about, Malice and Rae were placed into the room at her own castle. Malice saw only one bed- of course, they were married now. The young man turned to his wife as he pulled off his gauntlets and spoke gently, unlike last time, "I'm sorry, Rae...I was overly harsh. I don't know if it is any consolation..." He moved to the bed and simply sat on it, not removing anything else, "Your brother certainly had more skill than me. I honored him when I could. Perhaps not in the manor that you would do here, but in my own ways."<br><br>This was the first thing he wanted to say to her- he wanted to get it off his chest. Young men, after all, sometimes held onto such things. Malice had known the jist of what he wanted to say- but he knew not to practice. It had to be genuine, from his feelings. Not normally something men used, one had to admit. Many simply...ignored them or pushed past them. Malice, on the other hand, usually wore them on his shoulders when he was alone or just with the servants. He should at least be himself with his wife, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 07:22:15</strong>
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				The party that celebrated their wedding would go on for three days, it would seem that weddings were a joyous occassion, especially when two royals were married, and so the people of Railu and the ones of the fallen Mercer would join together to commemorate such a joyous event. Even though in Rae's eyes there was hardly anything happy about this marriage. The kiss from before she could no longer remember and now she was stuck with a cold, unfeeling husband who would never love or care for her. And yet they were expected to become suddenly hot and bothered and bare a child. What twisted things their kingdoms thought of arranged marriage, it was truly sickening.<br><br>Coming into their chambers for the night, she saw how nicely made the bed was and how wine and finger foods were set out as well as desserts. Kicking off her heels, Rae took off her veil and crown and moved towards the place to take off a piece of warm bread, looking over to Malice as he removed his gauntlets, she remained standing, watching as he spoke, hearing the genuine way his voice formed his apology. Lifting her head a bit, she licked her lips and then made two glasses of the vintage wine. Come to him and standing before him in her wedding dress, she said, "Drink, you need as much as I do apparently."<br><br>She managed a smile and dimples showed up on her soft cheeks before she took a languid sip with a gentle sigh. Turning, she sat down beside him, looking at the wall, she began to speak, "My brother was another casuality of war, I forgive you, for killing him, after all, he was more of a threat to the throne, rather then a brother in law." She met his eyes and then smiled, "I am also sorry for the loss of your sister, I suppose we both felt...feel grief over lives we loved lost to us, but that is war. War is messy, and dangerous, one can never tell just what it will lead to. But most of the time it just leads to destruction, sorrow, and people who are without nothing."<br><br>Getting up after a few more sips, she paused and then asked him, "Unlace my corset for me, please," with her back to him, she waited until her dress loosened, before she sighed and removed it, letting the dress fall away from her form, she was left in the bustier and the stocking and underpants she wore, her thick, luscious curves covered up in white lace and silk, she moved towards a chest and opened it up to find a night gown or a simple dress.<br><br>Pausing, she then asked, "So tell me, Malice, what sort of things does my husband enjoy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 08:01:56</strong>
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				The foods were the least of Malice's worries. But there was a gentleness about her at this time- that he had not seen that day. Oh, the pile of insults. But she was right about the wine- he took it gladely and replied with a tired smile, "I see...I don't think we're as different as others make us out to be..."<br><br>The wine was taken in slowly, as Malice was never a heavy drinker. No growl came from his lips, no angry sounds. Three days of celibration, he was very tired. Yes, he was sure that they were both tired. He was calm as she started to undress. He kind of enjoyed it, as many males should. However, the way that she spoke gave him more comfert, as he nodded his head as he looked back down at the wine, "She was a celebrated mage...gifted in the arts of thought manipulation and sky. A rare talent, duality. Huh...it seems strange that my only talent with magic is the very thing I ditest."<br><br>He turned his head to her request and of course helped her. The moment was right, and there was no rage about them. Strange, this felt, after her out burst. But there was no questions of it tonight, there was no need to, in fact. He was loser with the wine in him, he was sure that she was as well. He stood and started to undress himself as well. His shirt cam off, the metal clattering as it revealed a chest with scars on it- not from sword fights. From dagger fights, and a crossbow near his collarbone. <br><br>He removed the greaves and set apart the armor on the other end of the bed. He stood then in just his trousers now. He smiled lightly at her- she look very good. He wanted to meet with her this way, but it seemed a bit early. No, he was fine with it. The male moved over to the finger foods and picked up a few and placed them on a tray as he walked over to Rae, offering her them with a true smile. "Care for any," he started with that kind smile, "Or must I indulge myself on my own?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 09:17:43</strong>
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				Pulling out an emerald green, silken night gown, Rae would see a dressing screen on one end of the room and move towards it. Looking behind her, she smiled at him as she saw his half dressed state and became a little afraid. Being alone with him in such a state truly just hit her and she realized how very not-ready she was for all of this. Looking down, she slipped behind the screen and removed her bustier and her stocking before she pulled on the green silk that reached her knees, with a v-cut neckline and sleeves that stopped at the middle of her arms, she pulled her head out from beneath her dress and then turned to return to her husband, just to have him come to her, a plate of food, she smiled and nodded, taking the items there, she had a piece cheese on a cracker and ate it, humming happily as she nibbled and munched, she would meet his eyes and brush past him, her full hips swaying as she walked and then crawled onto the large, lavish bed.<br><br>Sitting with her legs crossed beneath her, she ushered him over. Once they were seated together, she reached and took another treat. Looking at him now she giggled, and said, "This is very odd for me, to be honest. I've never dreamed of a honey moon,or a wedding. I became so intrigued with fighting and magic, and defending my home," she laughed, "I just never thought of a husband, true, my father brought up from time to time the need for me to marry but even he knew how into my studies I was that I had no time. And he had no time to truly press it. But now I guess that worry is over." Looking at his chest, closer now, she saw the way his wounds marked along his chest and her brows furrowed.<br><br>Reaching forward, her soft fingers would touch a certain nick mark right over his left pectoral, she tilted her head, and pressed down before she inhaled, "From a dagger...a fight with daggers," looking into his eyes, she licked her lips and pulled her hand back before she said, "You are no ordinary prince are you, Malice? My, my," she grinned, and those dimples dug into her cheeks as she sat up and hummed. "So tell me Malice, what sort of things do you do when King Ragefist is no where in your midst? When you are alone and in the dark?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 15:24:41</strong>
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				Malice had evaded her question once- he was just glade that it had been smooth enough. He liked to take the lives of those that deserved it. Those that was not human, but were lesser, were not those that cherished others. There were endless amounts in and out of Railu to choose from. He had to wait for her to exit, but she had accepted his offer, and he moved with her to the bed. The chesse cracker was devoured quickly enough, and he knew that it wouldn't have, since it was merely finger food.<br><br>Then she admitted: Rae was not used to this sort of thing. Not used to being, he supposed by the way she spoke, being alone with the one that was bound to her by the religions and the law. Then again, he didn't know if Mercer bound law with reglion in these matters- a question he would ask later. The prince smiled lightly as he responded, "You know what my father was like, then. He was always the type think of me when I sat alone, studying the texts of ancient battles or practicing my sword play. Never time for a family or anything of the sort. Family was something in the back of my head."<br><br>After he stopped talking, her hand glided to his chest, touching the left pectoral. He wanted to shudder at the touch- no one but that dagger wielder had touched him there, and he had resolved for no one but a wife to touch him there afterwards. His healed body wanted her touch- was that the wine talking? He didn't know, but then her words cut like ice through his warm dream. He looked at her chestnut colored orbs and placed his hand out, questing cautiously (though not appear that way), to her cheek, where his hand touched her slightly after her question- his hands were very warm, from those gauntlets being on his hands, as he answered his wife with a light smile, "I train with the dagger at night. I want full contract, full damage. I'm tougher that way."<br><br>He dragged himself a bit closer to his new wife, a much closer distance. He could lean in and kiss her from this distance. He looked at her with his dark sapphire pools and asked her, "And what does my wife do or think of at night when she is alone, in the dark? When the king of Mercer was not around..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 17:14:53</strong>
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				Rae did in fact relate to Malice at the conversation of&nbsp; his father, it was not hard to connect with royalty and the estranged relationship they had with their parents. Most of the time it was just pointless to ever try, the only time their mother or father would ever hear them out would be when they were on their death beds and then they could pour out their hearts to each other. It was a sad thing to do, but that was how it was, Rae remembered telling her mother good bye when she was fifteen, Rae had felt sorrow, yes, but had she known her mother more, she truly would have shed tears. On that death bed years ago, her mother finally poured her heart out, but it was too late. It meant nothing to the hardened, lonely princess whose brother was the only one she trusted. <br><br>"I would like to say that I will never put family last, but knowing myself, and knowing where I come from. I can hardly say that is something I will follow through with. I am stubborn and fine to be alone, which is why...being married is very new." She blushed, feeling his hand on her soft cheek,againsther beautiful face, she looked up, breathing a bit deeply as he spoke, and revealed just what it was he did. Her eyes darkened, the hazel orbs glittering in discovery as she smiled,listening to his dirty little secret made her very intrigued. "How very interesting," she murmured.<br><br>Malice came closer, it made her nervous, but Rae did not move away, she just looked into his eyes, they were now so close, she could feel his breath on her lips. Gulping she tilted her head down, and then laughed. "What do I do? I," she paused, it was embarrassing, but she sighed and said, "I have two magics, the magic of song and ice," she looked up, "I ah, I go often down to the taverns, in disguise, and I perform as a minstrel. No one knows it is me, for I wear a disguise, but I make money I don't need that way and I am becoming quite famous." She smiled. "Especially during times of war, my songs serve as a...way to boost the morale of my people and strengthen our resolve, most of the time."<br><br>Leaning forward, their noses brushed, "Tell me...why is it you take up these...nightly jobs?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 01:36:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So her magic was two fold as well. It seemed strange, that she was somewhat like his sister. But no, her's were different. Snow and song... ah, yes that was it. She used it in the dark in times of war- it wasn't likely she had the time to do so in this war, it was swift and devicive. He nodded we he thought of his own magic, as he replied, "I've only one type of magic, though its not likely you'll see it. Fire magic- I'm rather gifted, but its not going to show on the battlefied."<br><br>He then noticed how close they were- their within destination of each other. Did her lips ache as his own? Not likely, but did it hurt to hope? A small smile slid on his face as she asked her question and replied after he kissed her forehead, "My jobs are a secret, even for my father. Even for you, for the moment, wife Rae. But it does make the country safer, even if it is from the shadows."<br><br>He then moved n a bit more- a hand on her's, if it was within reasonable touching distance. Why did he move closer? Well, the answer was very easy- he wanted a real kiss with his wife. Should she expect any different? Some males minds were easy to read- Malice was only readable at times when he allowed it. He allowed it just as he moved in. He wanted to at least kiss her for real, to let her know that love could be possible. His thinner lips would attempt to touch against her more lush lips in a way to explore what she wanted. He knew they would not allow him or her out until they heard the sounds of love making. He wasn't trying to rush it, she could take as much time as was needed. He knew it was more painful for the female, if it was her first time- and he was sure it would be Rae's first time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 01:45:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"So coy," Rae smiled, "Keeping secrets from your very own wife,I suppose I should be a little miffed, then again, there are many, many secrets about me that you do not know." Her hazel eyes sparkled a bit before she whispered, "Making your home safer with dirty work, funny how that pans out, hm?" Tilting her head, she fluttered her lashes at him before she winked and then felt him come closer. And while Rae did not truly trust Malice yet, she knew he was as good as a man as any to marry. In time perhaps they would grow into something more, but for now, their first big step was a kiss that was not unfeeling or forced. Her long lashes fell as her eyes closed and she felt his kiss on her mouth, inhaling slowly she tensed and then hummed as she returned his kiss, leaning forward and feeling how her full pink lips took his soft, firmer ones and would part gently.<br><br>Timidly, their tongues met, and the princess felt a jolt of warmth flood through her body and between her thighs, she squeezed her legs together, breathless as she kissed him, leaning into him with her left hand coming up, she touched the side of face as their kiss became slowly more passionate. Rae was a virgin, she had almost done it several times with various men from the town, but, she had never gone through with it, she never could. For even though love and marriage was far away from her mind at that moment, she knew she would rather wait to give her virtue to her husband rather then a man she saw in the streets.<br><br>Her fingers slid through his soft, oddly colored hair as her heavy bosom and luscious curves slid closer and pressed into his firm, warm body. "Mmm," she breathed, her tongue flickering and tasting as much as possible before she pulled back, blushing, and then whispered, with a smile, "So, a proper night as a married couple is in order...I've never done this before so I apologize if...I'm a bit...unsure."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:31:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rae did not resist the kiss, something that Malice rather enjoyed. Perhaps the two were loosened by wine, but he trusted her enough. No singing was needed to draw him to her- her natural charms worked as well. His lips pressed tender against's her's, and it was true to his feelings as his dark sapphire eyes closed slowly. A hope, perhaps the start of of love. He couldn't help it, but he knew that she might reject the feeling as well.<br><br>Luckily, in Malice's mind, she at least accepted the kiss. Yes, in fact, she kissed him back and pressed against him. He used his left arm to keep the pair up, though he did allow a slight downing that helped to deepen her kiss back to him. He felt her against her, felt her warmth as his own answered her's. It was a bit harder to hide his, but she should understand as his wife. His right arm came up and gently came to her hand, holding it gently. The war was put out of his mind- what she used to be, used to be his enemy, was forgotten at the moment.<br><br>His tounge met her's, and he played with it, not for domience, but for a taste of her mouth- his mouth as well, while they were married. Gods, he thought, he was have given up Prince-hood to have this moment earlier. The feelings were raw, primal, but he allowed them in like old friends that came to play. The kiss ended and even Mailce needed to breath a bit with a blush on his cheeks as well. He listened to her and spoke softly, a small smile on his thin lips, "I haven't done this before, either. I'll do what I can, properly."<br><br>Malice tilted her over ever so gently, as he followed after her. He was over her, his arms on her sides. The bed was too large for him to hold the edges, but her still held domincence over her in this regard. The male placed a hand on her cheek as he asked in a private whisper, for just the two of them, in her ear, "Do you want me to help you out, or do you want to do it yourself?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:54:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rae felt the way Malice responded, how their mouths would move and dance with each other, he wanted her taste just as much as she wanted his. It was such an extremely pleasing flavour that Rae found nothing to be disgusted over. Every little twirl of his tongue and the pressing of his lips made desire and delicious shivers flow through her. Never in her life had such a feeling come over her, sure she had kissed a bit, but it was never as intimate, as close as this. And to think, this was her rival, the man she needed to hate, and yet here she was, kissing him, it was like finally getting a taste of forbidden fruit and wow was it delicious. <br><br>Breathing in deeply, she moaned would let her teeth skim his bottom lip before they parted, at his words and the way his body moved over hers, she slowly laid back, a bit nervous at the display of his dominance, taken over by his body, her thick curves held down my strength, she met his eyes, a little comforted at the fact that he was as much of a virgin as she was. Panting gently, she shuddered and then said, "I....I want help," she said, a bit unsurely, but she knew that doing it herself might end up in disaster.<br><br>Her soft, small hands came up and touched his chest before she slid down his stomach and then lightly pulled at his pants with a naughty little smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 04:48:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shivers of excitement flowed of him at her reactions- submissive in the end, gentle to the touch. A gentle smile slid over his face as she opted to help remove his clothing- this meant that he would assist her when the time came. He could feel her hands at his chest: the scars, the muscles, it was felt over and even though they were usually cold. But at her touch they felt warm- strange that her elemental force was ice, and yet her touch warmed him. She moved along his chest and to the stomach, and then to his pants, which only excited him more.<br><br>He finished what she had started, pulling his leather bely off and pushed his pants off. A customary loincloth lay under, but he was more interested in her body. His hands traveled to her cheek as he wondered something: how would she act if he tried to strip her? He had to asl why his own sly smile plastered on his face, in a low and sly whisper, "And what will I do with you, Rae?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 05:16:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a bit of a blush, she smiled, and looked down, seeing his pants come away, Rae felt a bit shy that she had wondered just where his cock was and longed to see what he had beneath that loin cloth. Already her thoughts were becoming muddled and dirty, it would seem Malice was twisting her mind already, on accident. It just excited Rae further, with her head tilting up, she kissed him deeply, before she whispered. "What you shall do...is help me out of my clothes," she winked and then said, "And then," her left hand came to his loin cloth, and she yanked, snapping it free from around his hips to see his member, she grew heated at the side, and her eyes lifted back up to his own as she leaned back with a bashful smile.<br><br>"My turn, hm?" Rae hoped she was not being too forward, then again it was hard to be that way when you were legally allowed to have sex with a man you shared a bed with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 16:21:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though he did not know her mind, Malice's hand traversed her body for a feeling of it. She was hotter than before, and her kiss only fueled his fire as he kissed her back deeply, his mind clouded with desire. Raw nature was taking over, just the two beings in this session were smart enough to speak. She spoke and said that he will help her out of his cloths- and soon after, his loincloth was removed with a yank and tossed lazily to the side. He didn't care, his member was growing- he was a bit big for his age, but then agai, the same could be said of any of Railu's men.<br><br>A small smirk slid over his face when she asked for her turn- of course he would let her have her 'turn'. His face reached down to her ear as he whispered, "Very well, Rae. We'll see what you can do..."<br><br>But first he started to help her with her cloths- that is to say, getting her out of them. Eventually, he would be inside her. It felt good just to have her there. As he helped her through her cloths, he moved with a bit of a teasing pace- slow, as to prolong it. This heated feeling filtered through the both of them, despite the heat starting to fade on the outside. Winter fast approached, and she would be glade for his powers over fire to keep them warm at night.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 19:44:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was pure torture, the way Malice moved, so slowly, he drug the green silk up her thighs and over the full curves of her hips and her soft tummy. Her eyes kept level with Malice's though, she did not look away, she only looked at him, urgency in her eyes for more of her husband, to feel what it was like to truly be joined with a man. It made the place between her thighs pool with desire as the night gown was drug even higher over her breasts and her large globes were exposed, a triple D in modern times, they were sizeable and tipped with soft, caramel colored nipples. She rose up her arms and sighed as she was left in her underwear, which soon came off as well.<br><br>Naked before him,she looked up shyly with a soft, dimpled smile, the both of them were very bare to each other and it was odd to be this way, but she liked it, she enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, and she would lift her head to kiss him gently, shaking as she did before her lips covered his and she kissed him with desire.<br><br>Her eyes closed tightly as her arms rose and wrapped around his shoulders to pull him over her so that his firm, naked chest would push down against her heavy bosom, moaning as she tasted his tongue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 20:01:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon both were naked to each other- it was the scene that the parents had been waiting for, the moment of sex. Of making life, but Malice was still a bit unsure of how to start it. Luckily, Rae had the correct idea, and the kiss was filled with desire. Oh, he would have a great time with her indeed, event as she pulled him down- he wouldn't remain there too long, as he needed to be up a little more for the comforts of penetration. But he enjoyed her lips as he moved his tongue against her's, he did not mind that she held him there. His tongue, this time, fought for dominance- he felt it was needed for when he would take her- not long.<br><br>After a minute or so of the kiss (if it lasted that long), and after finding the secret to breathing while kissing, Malice would pull up and away, leaving a trial of their act with a warm smile on his face. His hands pushed him up as he broadened his shoulders and squared them up a bit as he said, "Here we go with the main even, Rae. I hope that you're ready for me..."<br><br>He then pushed his hips forward and into her. One long stride, a swift penetration to have as much of him buried within her as possible. Of course, he knew that she would bleed with this first thrust, so he waited inside her, her cherry popped. This was a simple position, but it was, in his opinion, best to start with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Death of a Nation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 20:07:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her nerves were getting to her, but Rae would not stop him yet, she probably never would refrain him from having her. It was a naughty secret of hers but despite being so callous towards men and not entertaining the thoughts of marriage, she had a rather high sex drive, and had often spent her nights moaning in her bed alone after make out sessions with handsome strangers. Her father never knew of the minuscule flings and she preferred to keep it that way. But now, she was going to do this for the first time her very core was thick and pink, dripping with need as Malice rose up over her and took position between her legs. She shuddered nervously, feeling her form become hot, shaky, and yearning for him.<br><br>At his words, she nodded and her thighs stayed apart before she felt the length of his cock jolt forward and into her sex, she screamed out at the pain, gasping as she felt the rush of her blood coat his cock for a second, but it was not long that the pain lasted. Slowly it eased into pulsing aches around Malice and he would feel her walls gripping him as a rush of desire made her moan.<br><br>Looking into his eyes she whispered, "More...more please."
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