Riding The Storm || Wintersday & Cuchulainn ||
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				Title: <strong>Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 06:19:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Anastasia Reads</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/41/16/53/41165335c8ea53a0f4346fa2e295922f.jpg)</div></div></div><br>That poor stupid solider, so young and naive with so much to learn but alas sacrifices have to be made in order for one to escape. It wasn't something that Anastasia was proud of doing, although others would think otherwise. She did what she needed to do and there was no looking back. Not when it was her life or theirs. That was what it had come down to. She had been with this king for many years, in fact he had picked her off from the cold, wet streets when she was 11 years old. That was almost 9 years ago now. In such a short time she had changed so much. Some for the better but most for the worst, or so how she felt.<br><br>At the age of 11 she wasn't like a normal child you would have hoped to see. Although in fare due this wasn't your normal world to live in. There where meany creatures and beasts that lived along side each other. Although most plain would rather pretend there where fair tales and myths, but for this little girl fair tales where as real as the rain the fell from the sky and the dirt between her toes. Without any kind of family the streets where her home. She lived on the edge of the town right next to a deep forest that came more to live at night then it did during the day. There was a large tree that had fallen same years back that was hollow in the middle. It wasn't perfect but it kept the bitter wind out and kept the rain at bay. <br><br>When ever she needed food she would head into the the heart of town, stealing bread and fresh fruit from stools when ever they where too busy to notice her, and if she wanted meat she would hunt her own. Squirrel's mainly with the odd bird she found wounded from cats. She was fortunate to have watched her mother build a fire (among other chores) while her father hunted, so getting the fire started was no trouble but knowing when the food was rightly cooked was a different story. Many time she had eaten something under cooked and the next day suffered but as fate had it her luck would change. Well if you could call it luck. <br><br>The King himself had found Anastasia and took her in to keep safe and well. When she first laid eyes on the king she thought he would have killed her on the spot. After all she had committed a crime just moments before he had road passed her and the cold body of one of the local farmers son. Small tears ran down her dirty checks as she sat motionless next to a tall tree. Her cloths had been torn away from her young innocent body. The farmers son was older, but not by much. He was taller and clearly stronger then the little girl but he was the one laying on the muddy grown turning blue. <br><br>As the king came down from his horse Anastasia looked up at him, fear then struck her and she became hysterical. "It wasn't me! It's wasn't me!" She cried over and over again crawling back on herself as the king took a small step towards her. "I....he..." Her words where lost as she looked across that the still figure, grabbing her torn cloths and hugging herself tightly. She rocked back and forth mumbling to herself. "Drained...so cold...cold...still...drained..." Her words repeated over and over again as the king and his few knights checked over the body. There was no signs of struggle on the boy, no wounds or blood lost. "It's as if the life of him evaporated my lord." One of the Knights suggested as he stood up from the body. "What should we do?" The other asked as he looked over at Anastasia. <br><br>The king thought for a moment looking from the boy to the young girl. "She'll come with me. As for the boy take him to his family but don't breath a word of anything you have just seen here. Wet his cloths and explain that we found him on the banks of the river, that he must have drawn and we was to late to save him." The King told the Knights in a firm voice. The Knights looked at one another before agreeing to the Kings order. From that moment till now she loved with the King. She wasn't kept as a slave no as a princess, but a tool or an animal or beats that you would train and look after for your own needs. You see the king knew what happened to that boy all those years ago and knew that it was truly an accident on Anastasia's part but it gave him the one thing he need to improve his army. To help win battles and claim new realms.<br><br>Each day she trained and practice at her rare power that she was born with. The king had always called it her gift but Anastasia soon learned it was more of a curse to her. As she grew older her power did too. She learned to control it and craft it to the right needs once she was intoxicated. She had also picked up on another ability that allowed her to control the weak-mined. Although she was growing the Kings patients was fading. More and more he kept pushing her to the point she would black out. Days on end she would lose, sleeping and recovering from the amount of energy she used. Animals, men and even the odd beast died before her feet, just like the boy from when she was younger. Each time was like a living memory of that day. Instead of saving her from it he made her relive it each day. And if she was ever to refused, the King would only be more then happy to show her what would have happened if the boy had lived that day. If he had continued to tear off her cloths as he pinned her against the tree. <br><br>Anastasia had always planned to escape but her plans went ahead of time as soon she found out what the King had, had in store for her. She was to be the cherry on his army cake and although she had killed many of times, she wasn't having any part of the kind of war he was wanting to place on the world. Which brings us back to the poor young solider. Cold and pale laying on the cool cobble stones of her boarded room. He had one job and at first he was rather good at it. Keeping her out of his mind but he really shouldn't of had that second drink after diner. Nor should he had thought she was truly sleeping. Anastasia had made habit of checking her guards throughout the night and this one time fate had her covered. As she made him drew closer to her she could taste her freedom. It helped a little as he was in his sleepy state that he also found Anastasia attractive. She had notice a few times him staring at her as she walked around the castle of course she had backup with her at all times.<br><br>Within a few moments Anastasia took the key to her room from his waist and released his lifeless body from her grasp, watching him falling to the ground with a light thud. She knew that no one would hear either of them as she lived at this side of the castle on her own. With permission to walk around the ground she has had plenty of time planning her escape route. She knew that at the crack of dawn when the moon was only just settling behind the trees an elderly farmer would come with fresh fruit and veg for the castle crew and King and he would even leave before most was up. It was in his cart she would escape from the castle and out into the woods where she once called home. <br><br>Anastasia's heart bounded in her chest with both excitement and adrenaline. Her breath quick and crystallizing before her eyes. With each step she felt lighter and free, as if at any moment she would fly away. This was what freedom felt like and she couldn't get enough of it! She weaved between the tall scrapping trees not once looking back. This was it. She wasn't going to be used as a tool anymore. She was her own and no one would keep her under lock and key again. <br><br>When she couldn't run no more she stopped and rested against a tree. She had no idea how far she had gotten but the woods was slowly becoming more light and see needed struggle to see her way. She stood wearing a black hooded velvet cloak, her dark emerald green dress showing between the gap in front of the cloak. She hadn't bothered packing anything but now she started to wish she had. For some reason this part of the woods seemed colder, less welcoming. There must have been a river close by as the air started to fill with mist. Either way Anastasia wasn't to stay here longer then she had to. <br><br>As she took a step away from the tree snaps and crackles of branches breaking under pressure could be heard all around her. Her eyes darted all around her as she searched for the cause of the noise. Could it be the King? But how could he had he found her and so quickly? There was no one around the castle when she fled, she had taken her time and made sure. Plus she left no trail. She had thought about killing the old farmer and taking his horse but that would give a clue to which way she had went. Panic now flood her mind as she tried to make reason. Perhaps it was just an animal, some dears feeding on berries...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>28-11-2015, 21:38:24</strong>
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				Gawain physically flinched as he heard the soft snap of a branch, whoever it was in for a world of hurt when they got back to camp, he'd have them on latrine duty for the next month! What if it had been a more capable enemy? One of the black king’s abominations as opposed to some simple lady, probably sneaking out to meet her forbidden lover...that said she had been running for some time, with a greater intensity that one would expect. There was more to this, he was sure of that, it’s why he had diverted the scout troop from their task. He stared at her from the shadows, watching as she glanced around like a frightened animal. His hand dipped down to the grip the hilt of the sword hanging at his side, feeling the thick bumps and grooves of the leather bindings even through his thick gloves. He tugged on the sword, pulling it slightly from the scabbard, loosening its grip on the blade. He puckered his lips and let out a soft bird call, giving three sharp hoots followed by a 5 second pause before giving a two more. <br><br>As soon as he gave the final hoot he reached inside himself finding the boiling, bubbling fount of energy within him, held back by thick walls. He shattered them. The energy surged through him, causing every molecule of his body to thrum with the sheer raw power. The fainted and muted colours of the world around him faded away as night pulsed with a bright greenish light, everything around him seemingly made up of this light, the trees, the ground, the girl in front of him. His sense heightened, he could observe each individual blade of grass before them, the various small cracks and scratches on the bark of the tree he was crouched behind. He could smell the various animal scents on the night’s air and tell their distance and direction from him. His form began to lose cohesion, his body fading into a glowing green mist the same in appearance to the world around him; this included every item on his person, his sword and clothes and pack. He could feel them; they had become a part of him. With a thought he caused the glowing mist he was comprised of too surge forward towards the woman, and he wasn't alone. Glowing green mist shoot out from the trees on all sides, each flowing through the air before coming to a sudden stop just before her. Gawain felt himself become denser, his molecules being pulled tight together, reforming. The green light he was comprised of began to coalesce resolving into the rough outline of a man, the glow began to fade and he was left standing about 6 foot from the woman, with his arm outstretched and blade held tight in his grasp, point aimed directly at her throat. Two others had taken a similar stand with the other two standing with arrows knocked on their bows and taking aim at the woman.<br><br>"Well, well, well what have we got here boys?" He asked feigning amusement, a sly grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes is spread across his features and his hood pulled low, obscuring the rest of his face. “Now, what’s a little lady like you doing out running around in the big scary forest at night eh?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>28-11-2015, 23:04:30</strong>
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				Anastasia's eyes continued to dart all around her. On the spot she continued to spin around her eye's truing to find some clue to the noise that she had heard, but she was coming up blank. 'RUN ANASTASIA GOD DAM IT RUN!' A voice inside her kept screaming to her but it was like her legs had their own mind. She couldn't move, her body was telling her she couldn't that she mustn't. <br><br>The air around her become thinker with a mist that had a green tint to it. It started off light like any normal mist but with the way that it moved it was like anything she had seen before. Then right before her eyes a figure slowly molded into shape. It was like it was sucking the mist to feed its form, much like the curse she had herself. As she continued to look around her she could make out three figures. All of which facing in her direction. Again her heart started to pound in her chest but she tried to her breath even and steady. If these beings where part of the Kings then she would need to focus and stay calm to try and get away from them. One thing she knew for sure was that she wasn't ever going to go back to him, the that hell hole she was forced to live and work under. <br><br>As the figures became more solid Anastasia realized that they where men, although their faces where hidden. They must have been shifters of some sort. While being forced to be trained and practice her skills she had come across a few shifters although more of the wolf / bear, or rather they came across her. Forced to suck their live out of them she had to practice their skills too. Something which was a most unpleasant experience that left her in great pain and completely drained for almost a week. Each one of the men had weapons aimed towards her, as if she was some huge threat, which lets face it she was but little did they know that now. And that was a fact she would never reveal to them. <br><br>Looking at their now solid form Anastasia notice that they didn't wear the mark of the King. As one of them spoke over to the other men and her eyes focused on his. She could just make out a sly grin in his lips as he spoke again, this time towards her. She didn't quite now how to answer the question, she wasn't about to blurt out the truth to them now was she? "Cherry picking." she lied hating the amused look on the mans face. "Your not of the Kings men?" She asked wondering who they where and what they where doing out here themselves. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 01:27:05</strong>
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				Gawain bristled at her words, cherry picking? Did she take him for a fool? The grip on his sword tightened slightly as he continued to state at her with cold, unfeeling eyes. He opened his mouth to respond to her rather pitiful lie but was interrupted.<br><br>"You're not one of the king's men, are you?"<br><br>He could feel the sudden shift in his men, see the grips tightening on swords, and heard the slight creak of bows as they pulled back harder on the string itching to let their arrows fly at the woman. He felt the same tension and affront rise up inside of him like bile in the back of his throat, but he refused to let it show. Instead he kept the sky grin plastered to his features and casual shook his head. <br><br>"No, I'm afraid we are not. I’m sorry were you about to tell us how important you are to him? That we shall face his wrath should we harm you?" He spoke in a condescending tone, his face pulled into a cruel sneer. "I guess you're pretty enough." He adds tilting his head to one side, his eyes roving up and down her body, but there was no heat to the look. It was more the gaze of one appraising a tool or possibly a slave. It seemed as if he was simply taking stock of her, a gaze that measured and assessed her form but with no lust or desire accompanying it. <br><br>"I don’t know; don't think I'd much want to have the Black King's sloppy seconds." Added one of the men who was standing to her left with sword drawn.<br><br>"Aye, she's probably got teeth or something," added one of the archers earned a brief and predatory chuckle from the rest of the group. Gawain didn't laugh he just continued to give her that smile that never quite reached his eyes.<br><br>"Aye well, if she's been warming his highness's bed then best we bring to the commander, I'm sure he'd love a little chat." He replies his voice filled with a cold malice that hinted at many painful and unpleasant things to come. "Tristan, Perrin, would you both please restrain our...'guest' and do take care she might not look like much but she could still be one of his abominations." At his words the two men with swords sheathed them and one moved to remove a length of coiled rope from his belt whilst the other, the one who had spoken earlier, ripped a rag from his belt and wrapped it’s ends tight around his hand. They both began to edge cautiously towards her. "Things will go a lot more easily of you don't struggle ma'am." Gawain added as he stood in front of her, sword still drawn with the tip pointed directly at her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 05:26:27</strong>
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				Just from asking that simple question, Anastasia got her answer before any of them spoke a word. All of the strange men around her seemed to have shifted slightly and she could hear the sound fabric crunching against fabric as their grips tighten around their weapons. She looked over at the men and watched as they drew back the bows further. Clearly she had touch a sore spot. It was a powerful thing having a such a strong name that people feared or she bet in their case hated. Mind you there wasn't many who didn't either fear him or hate him. Only fools thought anything more or less of him. <br><br>Her heart still pounded against her chest, although it seemed to have a much steadier beat to it, knowing now that these men didn't belong to the Evil King. If she wasn't at the end of the hooded mans sward she would have almost sighed a huge relief and even possibly hugged him. But alas his sword was still pointing to her throat and it didn't seem like that was going to change any time soon. His sly smile seemed to to stay in place too, which gave Anastasia a shiver down her spine, one that wasn't pleasant at all. <br><br>As the hood man spoke Anastasia could help but think or wrong he was. Even though she was important to him just not in the way they believed her to be. As they spoke she stood there looking at them all as they talked about her as if she wasn't even there. But in honesty she preferred what they claimed her to be. The Evil Kings whore. It was fare less dangerous her saying she was someone that kept the king warm at night, then an evil weapon he trained and wanted to use in battle. <br><br>Quietly Anastasia continued to stand, her eyes always more focused on the hood figure. She had thought about using her power on them but for a start there was a few to many of them. She had learnt how to deal 2-3 creatures at a time but they where creatures she knew how to handle, that she was trained to handle. These men she knew practically nothing of, just that they could shift into some sort of mist. She didn't know their speed, strength and most importantly their weaknesses. It would be a waist of time trying to escape, plus at the moment they didn't know what she was and that was the only advantage she had on them.<br><br>When the others laughed she notice he did not, that he only smiled towards her which only added the shivers she was getting from him. She wished that he would stop smiling at her, like he new a secret, a very bad an unwelcoming secret. As he spoke again fear rushed though her. "Wait what?" Anastasia questioned as she watched two men draw closer to her. He wasn't their commander? But who was he and most important who and where was his commander? <br><br>"Look please, I am nothing to the King." Anastasia pleaded to the hood man as she moved back a little away from the two men that where drawing nearer. "I'm like you said, i'm just whore who kept the Kings bed warm. Please!" She pleaded again although she knew her words where wasted. Slowly she continued to move back away from the men till her back reached the large tree trunk she was once leaning against just a few sort moments ago. <br><br>In a bid to try and escape their grasp and not to be captured once again, she tried to focus on one of the men. Not the hooded figure as she knew he would be fare to strong for her to over power his mind but one of the men heading towards her. If she could just tap into his mind for a moment then maybe she could take him, use him for ransom for her life, but already she knew it was no good. Her mind couldn't focus, fear had over come her. Her heart pounded in her chest once again as her eyes darted everywhere begging for someone to save her or for something to happen that would lead to her escape. <br><br>In a last hopeful bid to do all that she could she pushed back the man with rag wrapped around his hands. As she pushed him back she pulled on his sward, drawing it out from it's case. To her surprise the sward weighed a lot more then she predicted and at first she allowed the end of the sward to hit the ground before she got a better grip. As quickly as she could she aimed the sward at the other man with the rope. Her hands held the sward tightly, like her life depended on it. <br><br>"I am not going anywhere with <strong>you</strong> or your <strong>men</strong>!" Anastasia called out to them although she stood strong her voice wasn't so much. Fear and worry could be heard in every word and a small defined tear tracing down her lightly pinked cheek. Looking around she knew she had no where to go, there where men at all sides and a large tree standing tall behind her. Honestly what was she thinking?&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>21-12-2015, 00:47:03</strong>
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				Gawain listened to her pleas, head cocked slightly to one side, sword still gripped tightly in his hand. He frowned slightly at her words, she didn't make any attempt to deny their rather unfounded accusations and the only reason he could think for her to act in such a way is if the truth is so much worse. He was definitely going to bring her to the commander, there was a lot more to her than meets the eye. He made no move to intercept her as she moved back, instead he simply watched as his men advanced on her backing her into a corner.<br><br>He watched as she suddenly went on the attack, as she Tristan stumbled back from her blow and immediately regained his composure, quickly moving to back until he was just out of the swords reach, with Perrin quickly following suit as he dropped the rope and drew his own sword. He spared a glance towards the two archers on either side, noticing how they had nocked their arrows tighter and were alternating their gaze between the woman and Gawain, clearly not willing to fire without his command. He gave them no indication as he turned his attention back to the woman, taking a step forward and moving his left hand up so that he held his sword in a two hand grip. A grin split his lips and his shoulders visibly slumped as she spoke her demands, she was crying! Maybe she really was just the Kings whore, he couldn't imagine what kind of sick perverted things the Dark King got up to, he’d probably run away too. He slid his foot forward, straightening up into a relaxed stance as he removed his left hand from the hilt of his sword and let both of his hands hang confidently down at his sides, the tip of his sword dipping towards the ground. <br><br>“You let a little girl disarm you? The commander’s not going to be happy about that.” He called to Tristan, smirking at the soldier’s embarrassment. Tristan refused to turn around; keeping his gaze fixated on Anastasia, but Gawain could tell by the way his ears turned pink. He shifted his gaze from the back of Tristan’s head back to look at Anastasia. He grimaced at her and shook his head in mock sympathy, “That wasn't smart girl,” He said, his false sympathetic tone seeming to suggest she had just taken an action that would have some rather negative repercussions. “Cain!” he shouted, still keeping his eyes on hers, not even turning to look as the bowman to his left, suddenly released the string, sending the arrow whistling through the air straight towards the bicep of her right arm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 00:06:56</strong>
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				Anastasia heart pounded in her chest. She had no real idea of what she was doing, her mind was clouded. She was standing in front a small group of soldiers with a sward that she could hardly hold. Yes she had her power but she had never come across people like these in the training before. The Dark King made her practice with many kinds of beasts and creatures. He started her from the weaker kinds and was slowly building her up to tougher ones. She learnt how to adapted her powers so that she could control them and bring them in for the kill, but since she hadn't come across these guys in her training, then she knew that these guys knew how to take care of their own minds. <br><br>Besides if she did manage to break through to them, she wouldn't be able to control all of them and that would leave who ever was left to kill her freely, or worst know what she is and still take her to their commander. The whole point of her running away was so that she wasn't someone pet, not to run from one hand to the next. No for now she had to play it smart or rather dumb since Anastasia realized she had trapped herself in corner. <br><br>"Look please let me go I'm not worth anything to you. If anything you'll be wasting your time and resources." Anastasia spoke over to them all trying to convince them that she was nothing that she was a nobody. Her stormy grey eyes darted all around her, never once lingering on a certain person for to long. She had to keep her eyes on them all, which was impossible. There where archers in the background, men with swards a little closer and then there where the guys that stood the closet to her. Although she had one of the swards she knew that they where far more experience with weapons then she was. And then there was their leader standing just a way off in front of her. His eyes looking over at her with amusement and pity. It was a combination that made her feel even more uneasy. <br><br>Without any warning at all she heard the leader call out to one of his men. Before she could look around to see who it was she felt a sharp pain through her bicep. Anastasia screamed out load and dropped the sward almost instantly. With her now free hand she reached over to her wound. The arrow was well in-beaded into her flesh and just the thought of pulling it out made her weak on her knees. Stumbling over lightly she leaned against the tree behind her. More tears followed down her pink checks, although she didn't sob or make a huge fuss. She didn't want to seem overly weak, that she was someone they could walk over but she wasn't as strong as she wished she was either.<br><br>This was it, she had no where to run and no where to hide. She was now at the mercy of these men, like she was at the mercy of The Dark King when he had found her all those years ago. "Please just let me go, I am nothing, just a worthless whore. If I was worth anything wouldn't you have thought he would have kept me better locked up?" She pleaded one last time although she knew it was pointless. It seemed that their leader had already made up his mind and the best she could hope for was that their Commander would believer her lies and see that she is nothing and let her go. Perhaps if she played her cards right she'll be free once again in the matter of hours. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>27-01-2016, 00:25:02</strong>
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				Gawain's eyebrows rose in surprise as he watched the girl's reaction, she took the arrow well. He'd seen soldiers take it worse, a hit like that would be painful, the barb tearing at the muscle with every movement, every spasm. He repressed a shudder at the thought, not wanting to appear weak or sympathetic least she feel there was any chance of her getting out of this, her whines and begging was getting pretty annoying. He moved his gaze over to the two men currently standing a short distance away ready to bind her, meeting both their eyes in turn.<br><br>"Well what the fuck are you waiting for tie her up! Unless your frightened of a wounded woman." he said sneering at his men, watching as their gazes dropped in embarrassment and they moved to apprehend the injured whore. He watched as Perrin re-sheathed his sword and reached down picking up the rope once more, before he and Tristan began to advance one more as she lay slumped against the tree.&nbsp; The archer who had just fired quickly reached back and with a single smooth motion drew an arrow from his quiver and knocked it, taking aim at her once more.&nbsp; Tristan arrived first, most of his expression was hidden but his dark chocolate eyes burned with a fiery passion as they stared into hers. He gripped her upper arms tightly, holding them against her body and letting his thumb dip down to apply a pressure near to her wound. Perrin on the other hand moved quickly to her side, refusing to meet her gaze he wrapped the rough length of rope around one of her wrists, tying it tight so the coarse surface dug painfully into her delicate skin. Each movement causing it to rub at her skin, scratching a layer off with each shift of her position.&nbsp; He used the remaining length of rope to guide her arm close to her other one, before beginning to bind them tight together, looping it around the two of them, twisting and turning the rope, pausing after each loop to tug on it and ensure it was as tight as he could possible make it. All the while Perrin continued to hold her arms in place, staring at her with his intense glare. Perrin stepped back as soon as he was done and Tristan regretfully let go of her arms, taking apply further pressure with his thumb near the wounded before releasing her. He then took an end of the ragged piece of cloth in each hand and proceeded to push it deep it her mouth before tying it tight around the back of her head. The dirty wool tasting bitter as it pinned her tongue, the coarse material scratching at the delicate appendage.<br><br>Gawain continued to watch as Tristan stepped back and stooped down to pick up his sword, quickly re-sheathing his blade. "Alright, let's get back to camp, at least we ain't coming back empty handed,." He grumbled, waiting for his troops to get into their positions. The archer that had shot her moved forward, taking point as he strode into the woods. He kept his arrow knocked but loosened the draw string. Tristan followed behind, hand resting close to the hilt of his sword. Without warning Anastasia would feel Perrin's hand come up and crash, opened palmed into her shoulder, nudging her forward to following in Tristan's path. Gawain moved in behind Perrin with the final archer taking up the rear guard as the motley crew strode deeper into the woods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>02-02-2016, 19:59:49</strong>
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				Anastasia was to focus on the soaring pain that was racing in her arm to notice the two men approaching her once again. Surprisingly this wasn't the first time she had been hit with an arrow. In her training with the Dark King he placed her against real soldiers to get her used to a combat surrounding. Granted the men she was up against in her training where fare weaker and had a lousy aim. Most if not all the time she would just get a flesh wound where they had just missed her. But unluckily for her, her new captures had a far better aim. <br><br>Her gazed only looked up as she felt the presence of one of the men standing in front of her. It was the same man that she took the sward from and as she looked up with pain and fear in her eyes at his own chocolate brown eyes, she knew that he would show her no sympathy. In fact as he grabbed her and held he in place he placed more pressure onto her wounds which caused her to cry out in pain once again. "Please stop!" she begged as the pain rushed through her whole body sending her nervous on end and causing her legs to feel weaker from the pain. <br><br>As the other man began to tie her hands tightly together, making sure to leave no room for her to escape, she felt her muscles in her arm contracting against the blade of the arrow as he tugged and positioned her arms in place. She tried to plead with them both through the gasps of stinging pain. "This is stupid... I am worth nothing! Please don't do this...just let me go!" Anastasia continued to plead towards the men but she knew it was to late, that there was no chance of her getting away. The more she looked into one of the mans eyes the more she felt cold and afraid. <br><br>Soon enough the men where done tying her up the man holding her place gave one last final pressure to her wound before stepping back too. She cried out in pain again and even took a step away from him. The sharp pain seemed to linger as he then began to place a rag around her mouth. "No please don't..." She pegged as she moved her head from side to side in a bid to prevent him from gagging her but it was useless. The more she moved the more pain she caused herself. The rag tasted bitter and sour as he pushed it it not her mouth and the fabric was no longer smooth like it might have once been. She wanted nothing more then to spit it out but she was stuck with the bitter taste. <br><br>Standing there with tears running down her checks she watched as the leader called out to his men, who got into position momentarily. It was like a well rehearse play, everyone following suit without even a word to each other. Suddenly she felt a hand push her forwards, she jumped lightly and then rectally followed suit as best she could. The rope tore into her pale soft flesh with every movement she made and not only caused pain in her wrists but also in her arm. <br><br>Every now and then she would stumble lightly, almost falling to floor. Wearing a dress and walking in the woods never made a good mix, especially while your hands where so tightly tied up. Her hands where going numb and cold with the sensation of pins and needles. She hoped that soon they would be at the camp, just so that her hands could be untied so that she would be able to feel the tips of her fingers once again. <br><br>Anastasia had thought about running but honestly she knew she had no chance in hell. She was tied up with an arrow in her arm. The best she could do now was to do as she was told and maybe just maybe their commander will see that she is useless and nothing but a burden on them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>26-02-2016, 19:19:51</strong>
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				The group walked in absolutely silence, the men especially so, they didn't make a single sound as they walked through across the forest floor. They ignored her, even the one who had gone out of his way to hurt her as she was bound. The only interaction came from the one behind her, Perrin, he reached out to catch her any time she stumbled, steadying her with a firm hand, or, if she began to slow he would push her forward urging her to keep up the pace that had been set. They walked for what seemed like hours, the skyline was beginning to brighten to the east, sunrise would not be long. <br><br>The surrounding trees suddenly vanished as they stepped into a clearing filled with with tents, each one of similar size and seemingly the same colour as her captors cloaks. Despite the early hours the camp was active, numerous men could be seen moving through the camp ground or sitting in front of fires. Each one was dressed in the exact same gab as her captors, the brown leather armour, the green wool clock and the face mask that covered everything below their eyes. Thei conversation was cut short as the group passed, everyone's eyes following to her. Each look bore the same dangerous expression, like that of an animal attempting to decide if what they were looking at was prey. They moved towards the centre of the camp, where a much large tent stood with two guards standing guarding the door, Gawain stopped the group a few feet away dismissing his soldiers with a waving before stepping forward and taking Anastasia roughly by the arm and dragging her forward, <br>"C'mon, lets hopes his Lordship is in a good mood."<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Cael</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5edc1a259c90fdd4433a249e84df515c/tumblr_n9t7z8mlSP1tq2x49o1_500.jpg)</div></div></div><br>Cael was not in a good mood, two of his scouting groups hadn't managed to make it back from their forays into the forest around the Dark Kings keep, this wasn't a good sign. He leant over the map currently stretched across the table, wearing nothing but leather pants and boots, scanning the markings carefully etched into the canvas. At most he could delay their departing until midday, if the worst had happened and the Dark King had managed to take one of his men alive...well, it was a matter of when they would break not if. He let out a sigh of frustration, the war was not going well, the dark king and his unholy creatures were too powerful. Allegiances had been formed in an attempt to rival his power but they were rather flimsy at best, most not trusting their allies enough to commit their full forces to any real campaign. He did not relish the thought of having to return to the main force, to hear the squabbles and petty bickering.<br><br>These thoughts were interrupted as the flap of his tent was thrown open and in walked Gawain dragging beside him a red headed woman, a very beautiful red headed woman to be fair. He give her a quick once over, attempting to see if he could discern from her appearance the reasoning Gawain and brought her to him but she revealed nothing. He turned his gaze towards Gawain lifting and questioning eyebrow.<br><br>"I assume you have good reason for bringing your....companion...to my tent?" he asked straightening up to his full towering height and crossing his thick forearms across his broad chest. He listened intently as Gawain explained how they had found her and how she had reacted, her story intrigued him and he had commend Gawain on his shrewd choice of action, there was reason he kept him as his second in command. <br><br>"Thank you Gawain, you may go, and leave the girl." He said dismissing Gawain and turning his attention to the woman, eye hard, icy blue eyes staring deeply into hers. Gawain paused, looking like he wanted to say something but he must have reconsidered, he quickly nodded, turned and left without another word. With Gawain gone he began to scrutinise the woman, starting at their feet and taking in her shapely form, her elegant dress and the damage the woods had visited upon it. His roving gaze was cut short as his eyes fell on the arrow sticking out of her arm, it seemed Gawain had failed him in one respect at least, well let's see if he could catch more flies with honey than vinegar. "Your arm, you're hurt, come here let me take a look at it." He commanded removing his arms from his chest and tapping the table lightly, making it clearly he expected her to come sit upon it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 20:30:56</strong>
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				The journey to the camp was much longer then Anastasia had though it would be. It seemed liked and felt like they had all been walking for hours, in fact it must had been as the early morning rays started to peep through the tops of the tall trees. In the late hours of the night just passed Anastasia had thought of being in a much different position then she found herself in. Hell if anything she had gone further back from her plans then anything else. Her escape from the Castle and Dark King was meant to mean her freedom, not another prisoner to someone she doesn't even know. <br><br>There was no time for her to slow down or take a rest. Perrin, the man behind her made sure that she kept to their speed. Though it was kind enough to help when she stumbled, which seemed more and more the longer they walked. The arrow was bedded into her arm, still ripping at the muscle as she walked and stumbled. There was nothing there to spot her bleeding out and slowly that was what was happening to her. She was feeling much more&nbsp; tired then she would normally feel after a long walk and when they suddenly come to an open area she was almost thankful to finally be at their camp.<br><br>The camp was far larger then she had first thought and to her surprised most if not all the men seemed to be awake, doing odd chores and sitting my their fires. Each tent looked the same and matched the clothing perfectly. She had no clue how fare away from the kingdom they where but with the forest around them they where well hidden. Walking pass the many groups of soldiers Anastasia didn't have to look at them to see them staring. She could feel each and ever eyes upon her, all with that soul shattering stare. She had no idea what she looked like, not that she truly cared but she wished her hood was to help cover her face a little. It had fallen down ages ago as she stumbled in the woods. <br><br>With her eyes focused to the ground she never dared looked up. not until they had all come to a halt outside a larger tent that had two guards standing outside. She had to guess this was their leaders quarters. Anastasia moaned in protest, but made no effort to escape his grip as he dragged her forward into the tent. Her hands where cold and numb and she was almost shaking with nervous as passed through the hanging fabric. At first her eyes rested on the ground, scared to even look up at the man who now decided her own fate. <br><br>His voice was fare different then she had imagine. He sounded younger and as she looked up from the ground she notice he even looked younger. She had imagine an older man, grey and wide with a voice much like a grandfather but although is voice was deep and husk it wasn't as aged. And although she hated herself for even thinking of such a thing, he was fare handsomer, in a rustic living in the wild kinda way. She was almost half taken with his appearance when he commended her capter for his actions earlier that day. <br><br>Instantly her eyes narrowed at leader. How could he say shooting her with an arrow was the right thing to do?! If they had just her go to start with they would all be happy going on their own ways but no. She was standing there before him tied up to the point she couldn't feel the tips of her fingers, gagged and the arrow <strong>still</strong> in her arm. If this was what they did to stray women then god help the beasts! Ok well maybe not them but still, she felt it was all a little over the top since she was doing no harm to them to begin with. <br><br>Anastasia was surprised to hear that he had dismissed Gawain from their presence. She had thought, or rather hoped that he would have made a decision about her there and then. Had made a quick matter of her and head back to more important work he must have but instead he stood their looking deep into her own grey / blue eyes. She watched him as his gazed went from her eyes to her feet then slowly up her body to the arrow in her arm. Clearly taking her in and seeing what he had before him. Reluctantly she could feel her checks glow. Embarrassed being stared at like a piece of meat or some kind of treasure. It was almost the same kind of stair the Dark king gave her, one that she grew to hate with a fiery passion. <br><br>When he commented that she was hurt, she suppressed a fake a laugh. That was clear no? but she thought it best that she behaved herself, after all he was the man in charge and thus held her fate. When he commanded her to come closer to him, patting the table before him lightly she did the opposite and took a step back out of worried and fear. She stared at him for a moment and felt that he wasn't a man to disobey to, no matter how she felt. Slowly with her eyes carefully on him she made her way the table and with some difficulty shimmed her hips, wiggling her firm ass from side to side till she placed herself comfortable on the table. Her eyes still watched his for a moment but slowly they drifted down, taking in him form once again till the reached her bounded hands. <br><br>Anastasia found it almost chilling looking up at his blue eyes. If he was going to do something about the arrow in her arm she felt best not watching him. Plus she hoped he would get her silent plea about her numbing hands there where slowly starting to change color. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 01:49:13</strong>
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				His eyes flashed dangerously as she took a slow step away from him, he was a lord a general, he had earned his titles, proved himself as was the way with his people but he had grown accustomed to people following his commands and punishing those who didn't but he restrained himself and allowed the momentary flare of anger to pass. He had to suppress a grin as she stopped in her retreat and began to edge slowly towards him like one might approach a savage and dangerous animal. He would deny it if anyone would ask but he very much enjoyed this reaction he drew from her, loved to see that look in her eye. He couldn't take his eyes off her face, watching the emotions that played along her face as she shimmied herself onto the table not even noticing the effect the movements had on her body. <br><br>"Thank you," he said as she dropped down onto the table before him. Trying to put her somewhat at ease, Gawain had a habit of leading with the stick which typically left it up to Cael to lead with the carrot at times. He noticed her eyes dropping down to her bound hands before lifting his gaze to look at the top of her head. "I will not apologise for the actions of my men, you are a stranger in enemy territory, their actions were justified." He replied matter of factly keeping his voice low before adding, "I cannot trust you, but," He reached forward cupping her hands in his. They couldn't be more different, were hers were soft and delicate his were hard and coarse. Were hers were icy cold his was like hot coals. "But before I free you, I will have a look at that arm." With that he turned his attention to her armour, he quickly shredded the cloth around her sleeve taking care not to move the arrow shaft to much as he removed the cloth. He would then clamp his left hand down hard on her arm just under the wound in a vice like grip greatly restricting her movements before looking closely at the wound. He then released her arm and quickly took the arrow shaft in two hands. "Don't move." He replied before roughly snapping the arrow removing the tail. He then repeats the same motions with the other side taking care not to that the section still embedded in her arm move to much. As he went about these actions his minds were focused on the task at hand, completely forgotten the woman who the arm he worked on was attached too. <br><br>"This next part won't be pleasant," He says in a seemingly sympathetic tone as he straightens up and looks her in her eye. He snatches up her ruined sleeve from the table and strode over to the nearby brazier, the flickering flames from the lanterns scattered around the room causing shadows to dance across his toned and muscled torso. Coming to the brazier he plunges his hand into the brazier gasping in pain as he quickly snatches up a hot coal with the sleeve. He quickly rushes back to the table as he feels the hot coal searing his fingers through the small piece of cloth. He doesn't give her a chance to react, with quick reflexes he snatches the small length of wood and yanks it out of her arm throwing the wood off to the side before taking her arm tightly once more in a vice like grip before thrusting the hot coal against the wound. He holds it there as she reacts, as the smell and sound of sizzling flesh assaults him. He holds it there for a few moments before drawing it away and slamming it into the other side of the wound holding it there for a few moments. When down he would quickly release her arm and throw the coal off the one side quickly shaking his hand before sliding his fingers into his mouth, sucking on his finger tips and coating them in saliva in an attempt to alleviate the burning sensation. Fingers still in his mouth he lifts his gaze to her looking to see her reaction to him after what he had just done to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 04:50:55</strong>
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				Anastasia eyes drifted to his as he thanked her for climbing up on the table. She was some what surprised to hear such manors coming from a Lord to someone like her. As she pretended to his men, she portrayed herself to be nothing but a whore of the evil King but still he treated her with respect, something she felt had gone missing with his men. This small act of kindness was enough for her to relax just the slightest and her heart beating at a much preferred rate.<br><br>The Lord continued to talk towards her, his words stern but soft. He spoke to her not at her and as he cupped her hands in his she too could help but spot the difference. They where tiny compared to his and far colder due to time outside and the lack of blood flow but all the same she found herself enjoying the warmth and even started to feel even more relaxed. But the feeling of semi safety soon faded fast as he commented about looking at her arm before releasing her. <br><br>Shacking her head back and forth quickly she tried to plead him not to touch it. It hurt so much already the last thing she wanted was for him to poke around it. If anything she would want someone trained in healing, as the last member of his soldiers dug there fingers in deeper causing far greater pain then she would have imagine but still her pleas wet un notice as he ripped away the clothing that surround her arm. She cried out lightly but found less pain as he took great care with her arm. She had expected him to be a bit more forceful with less care of how much he hurt her but at the moment she could tell with the concentrating in his face that he was trying his best to cause her the least amount of pain. With this she was very grateful, thought she couldn't help but flinch a little as he looked over wound. When he removed his hand she looked over at him puzzled but that only lasts for a few seconds as he grasped the arrow with both hands an told her to keep still. <br><br>"What?!" Anastasia said in a muffled tone as we stared at him wide eyed. But before she could do anything else she felt and heard the arrow snapping in half an she quickly closed her eyes shut not daring to open them. Her hands clenched together as tightly as they could as she felt him moving his grip on the arrow again. This time when he snapped the other end she cried out in fright and tried to berried her head in her shoulder opposite the arm his was working on. Each movement he made no matter how careful ran a wave of pain through her body, thought she knew it would have felt twice of worst if he wasn't being so gently. <br><br>For a brief moment the pain subsided and she opened her eyes to only met with his cool blue ones directly. His words scared her but they he looked into her eyes was enough to make her trust him enough to do what he had to do. Although the fear she felt within her was evident in her eyes. She nodded lightly almost giving him permission to go on with the treatment. As he picked up her old sleeve she watched hi. Expecting him got the the fabric around her arm she watched as he made his way to brazier and picking up a hot coal with just the fabric. Instantly she cried it to him, thinking more of what a fool he was being picking up burning hot coal with practically just his hand then what he was about to do with the coal. Before she could react any further he grips her arm with force once again and suddenly before she could hear it she felt the burning hot coal burning through her flesh. This time she screamed in pain her eyes closing shut and tears ran down her checks. Her voice muffled by the fabric as she tried her hardest to get out of his grip and away from the hot coal, but no matter what she did his strength was far greater then hers. With in moments she felt the same horrible burning sensation rushing through her arm as he held it against the other side of her arm. <br><br>The air around them now smelt like burning flesh and Anastasia's heart bounded in her chest and her breath was harsh and quick. She lost all sense that was happening around her as her body started to feel weak and numb from the pain. By now The Lord Commander had thrown the coal piece away across the room. Her eyes slowly drifted open as tears traced down her face. Her eyes met with is for only a moment before she started to lose conciseness, her body becoming limp as it slid from the table. Her eyes closes moments before her body come in contact with any kind of surface. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>20-07-2016, 03:54:20</strong>
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				He worked with an unyielding and steely gaze, not stopping or faltering despite her cries, whimpers or screams. He knew the treatment would hurt but also that it would reduce any chance of infection, a danger all to rife in a military encampment such as this. He watched as she swayed upon the table, watched as her eyes drifted shut and her body slumped forward. He acted quickly with his heightened reflexes, reaching out to catch her under her arms before she struck the floor. He adjusted his grip sliding one arm underneath her knees and the other around her back, carrying her like a child. <br><br>As he looked down at her in this position he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, it certainly gave some credence to Gawain's belief that she was one of the dark ones whores. Just looking at her was stirring up all manner of feelings, most quite common for a soldier during war time where there was little to be found in the way of a womanly touch. But now was not the time for such things, not until he knew more about her, he steeled himself drawing on the discipline that had been driven home from his youth.<br><br>Still carrying her, he took her over to the cot resting near the heavy canvas wall and proceeded to lay her gently down upon it. Leaving her briefly to get some supplies he would proceed to bandage up her arm in clean linen, adding a few poultices and salves to assist with the burns he caused. There was a chance it might scar. Straightening up he took a few moments to gaze down upon his captive. She looked so sweet, innocent and beautiful in her unconscious state, even with the twigs in her hair and mud caking her dress, which caused his own thoughts to turn to places that where very far from innocent, or sweet. With a sigh he turned from her prone figure and turned back to the table he had been reading and planning upon before his "guests" arrival. He stood hunched over it, the muscles across his back pulled taught and emphasised by the shadows caused by the fires resting in the braziers. A simple dagger lay upon the table not far from his hand, he still didnt fully believe that the girl had simply been the plaything of the dark lord.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>20-07-2016, 05:31:52</strong>
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				From the moment her eyes fluttered closed Anastasia was hopeless. Her mind fuzzed out leaving her in an endless swirl of darkness and muffled noise. It was always the case when ever she passed out for her extensive training with the evil King. Anastasia was unaware of the going ons around her. She didn't feel the stranger before carry her to the sleep chambers of his tent. Not notice him gaze down at her with a mixture of feelings. <br><br>It could have been minutes or hours or even days late when Anastasia awaken from her sudden slumber. At first as her eyes fluttered open she could have sworn she was surrounded by grey, cold stone walls but as her eyes adjusted she was surprised and almost shocked to find tanned canvass hanging from around her, draping and twisting to form a well protected and surprising warm tent. It was practically quite with only the sounds of firewood cracking on the fire with the odd sigh or deep take a breath. <br><br>At first Anastasia could have believed she was still sleep and even possibly dreaming but as she twisted to get a better look around the sharp pain in her arm rushed through her body waking it up. Quickly she took a sharp intake of breath and closed her eyes tightly till the sudden pain faded. Slowly she sat up making sure to take her time to cause herself as little pain as possible since her hands where still tried. When she looked over at her wound she notice it had been cared for and bandage, which had almost came to a surprise to her since she didn't think much of the men that had captured her and brought her back to the commander or leader. Although the leader himself seemed more lenient and gentle, why? She had little clue perhaps he pitted her or didn't want her bleeding out over his bed. but either way she was grateful. <br><br>As her eyes moved from her arm it slowly gazed over at the tall muscular man who she knew as their leader. She had no name to him yet but she guessed that would come in due time, if not then she would be fine with that too as we didn't feel inclined to tell him hers. <br><br>Quietly she got up from where she was sleep and slowly made her way over to the table where the man was leaning over in thought. She took this time to...admire the man before her. The way his muscles contacted and moved as he leaned one way then the other. The way his skin was tanned as the light for. The flames danced across it. Anastasia had to admit she had never came across a man so...attractive and alluring. She had no intention to attack or run, she was too tried and too weak for now. Besides there was no telling how many men laid beyond this very tent even if she could take out the god like man before her. <br><br>As she got closer to the table she couldn't help but look over it too. There was a large map of the whole land around them that went on for miles and miles in every direction. She didn't recognise a lot of the places but one highlighted area that hand some hand crafted wooden pieces of a crown paint black she knew off by heart. It was the evil Kings lands. It was hard for her not to notice since the King had it carved into the very stone floor in his ground hall for all to see. To see the land her possessed and captured. So many hours she stared down at it wishing to be free of that place. <br><br>Another part of the map she could guess was where they where. It was surprising far from the Kings land as she thought. She must had made it further then she thought it they had taken her further then she had guessed originally. Still she was happy to be away from that place, away from the nightmare she lied day in and day out. <br><br>"Hey..." Anastasia said softly as she lurked around the table to make him aware she now awake and moving. "Um thank you for...seeing to wounds." She added with a small smile. " You didn't have to so thank you." She added again as she stared across the table at him her eyes meeting his for a moment before she looked down at the table. "Nice map..." She commented as her cheeks turned a light pink as she nodded at the table not really sure why she was trying to make conversation. " You have some of it wrong though." She pointed out bluntly her check mischievous side peeking through her shy self. "The town west of the Kings Kingdom is now his." She added as she picked up a small wooded piece and placed over the land making the kings territory that little more wider. "The town isn't very large and meanly deals in growing livestock for the King and his...troops but I thought you should know." She said with a light shrug of her shoulders as she continued to look down at the map. "Besides should you have little spy's updating you?" She asked raising an eyebrow up at him. "Maybe they deserve an arrow too?" She couldn't help but adding still feeling both shocked and annoyed she was even attracted the first place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riding The Storm || Wintersday &amp; Cuchulainn ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>04-09-2016, 23:27:57</strong>
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				He heard the gentle creaking of his cot as the young maiden he had laid to rest there stirred. He didn’t bother to turn around and see what she was doing. He was quite sure he could take her but still his eyes drifted towards the knife on the table before turning back to the map laid out before him. As much as he tried to ignore her presence and instead focus on the work laid out before him he found it difficult. She clouded his thoughts and it took all his will power not to turn around and drink in the sight of her but for some reason he felt this would be a loss for him as if they were in some form of competition. <br><br>He turned to face her as she addressed him directly, his expression cold and stern as piercing eyes stared in the very heart of her. Upon hearing her words of thanks his face softened somewhat, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. <br><br>“You’re Welcome,” was his only reply before he turned away from her and instead brought his attention back down to the map until his eyes his attention was pulled from its tactical planning by her rather annoying correction. He creased his brow and opened his mouth to immediately correct the redhead and her faulty information but was stopped as she confidently lifted the wooden piece and set it down atop the map in the new position. He turned to her and watched her intently as she began to explain how this had occurred and mocked his spies. While he was doing this his hands slowly crawled over towards the knife on his table, wrapping his fingers tightly around it and drawing it close to his side.<br><br>Suddenly and without warning his free hand jumped up and wrapped itself tightly around her throat in a vice like grip, although not applying enough pressure to cut off her airway. With this grip on her throat we would push her back down atop the table and bring the knife up in a reverse grip to rest close to her throat. He leaned his body over hers, his naked torso pressing down atop of hers, crushing her breasts in against her body although his gives no sign of any kind of arousal from the action. <br><br>“How do you know these things?” He asks his voice cold and calculating despite his violent actions towards the girl. “Speak quickly, how is it a simple ‘whore’ of the Dark Kings court has such knowledge of his strategies, knowledge my spies and trackers have not yet reported?” he finishes his icey blue eyes burning into hers as he looms over her.
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