The red silk curse of Yorkshire (J.T. and daylily)
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				Title: <strong>The red silk curse of Yorkshire (J.T. and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 20:55:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn179/imlordraven/yorkshire-1.jpg)</div><br><br>The lightening roared from the darkness of the mighty skies and struck the grounds just few yards away from Liar as he stood there in his balcony enjoying the finest wine from his own fields. He wished not to shut his eyes neither he moved a single step away for his spot. His insane stubbornness denied submission to the wrath of Mother Nature. Anyone else must have shrunk back in horror but not Liar; he had seen death so frequently and so closely that he learned there were no escapes form it.&nbsp; <br><br>So many battles, so many red blood rivers and so many deaths it was quite obvious to give in to Mother Nature and her laws. If it was his time nothing could have saved him and if it wasn’t then nothing could have harmed him. His eyes were stuck on the mud-spattered narrow path to his castle; he was anxiously waiting for his brother.&nbsp; <br><br>Before he could notice that his glass was empty Disa, one of the yellow silk slaves slowly walked to him with a silver Greek wine jug and refilled his glass.<br><br>“The girl begs to speak freely my Master….” She whispered<br><br>“Yes…she may!” Liar smiled sipping on the delightful wine.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“The girl begs you to rest…she will certainly inform you once Master Kaden is here.”&nbsp; She whispered looking down at his shoes. <br><br>Liar considered her request for a moment and walked back to rest on his chair. It’s been ages since he left London for the desired glory, so many victories all over the eastern part of that world, then his greed pulled him back to Yorkshire. <br><br>He was lonely and desperate to see someone from his family, someone from London and finally his brother wished a visit.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The red silk curse of Yorkshire (J.T. and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 20:39:05</strong>
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				She raised her face to the rain, fat drops splattering on her cold face.&nbsp; Lightning spidered across the night sky, but she was oblivious.&nbsp; The storm exhilarated her in a way she had never been able to explain.&nbsp; The sheer power allowed in this most private of moments before the hunt made her pity the helpless villagers nestled in their beds.<br><br>The woman stood in flowing white, atop a parapet only the most brave would even think of attempting, her pale hair streaming out behind her in the wind.&nbsp; She raised her arms, feeling the droplets of water on her palms and soaking the sleeves of the gown.&nbsp; It felt glorious...<br><br>The castle she had been the mistress of centuries before was still her home, believed haunted by the superstitious masses, the baron that now called the castle his was away more often than not...and as he held court over the day, so she did over the night.&nbsp; It was a paltry existence, with flesh so closeby, but she vowed never to be chased out of her own home.&nbsp; She hunted in the forests beyond, pale substitute for living blood, but it would suffice for as long as this noble stayed his little stay, before moving on to the next manor...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The red silk curse of Yorkshire (J.T. and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 16:08:31</strong>
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				Liar was sipping on the fine wine as the thunder still roared outside which reminded him of those war canons, they certainly sounded similar. He grinned as the long forgotten smell of that gun powder suddenly surrounded his chair. He gasped deep mislaying himself in those memories.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>“Master Kaden is here….my Master.” The yellow silk slave stunned Liar as her whisper pulled him back to the reality.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“This humble one bows to the legendry Lord Ivan Aelfric Raven.” Before Liar could even leave his chair he heard his brother Kaden screaming cheerfully as he made his way to Liar with open arms, inviting him for a cuddle.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“See who it is……my darling brother…!” Liar left his chair screaming blissfully with open arms.<br><br>“Are you aware that the whole London is talking about you brother?” Kaden grinned as they both hugged. <br><br>“Oh…I am aware…my darling.” Liar smiled back….pulling his teenage brother tight in his arms. <br><br>Both of them shared some splendid discussions with the wine, discussions about family, about home and about London. They shared yarns, conversations which included the amusing childhood games and the solemn life. For those moments Liar forgot everything, it was such bliss to finally witness the warmth of a family member.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“So you don’t wish to come back to London….it seem like you are still not pleased albeit the wealth and the woman.” Kaden smile with a slurring remark, which certainly wasn’t meant to insult Liar. And of course Liar was certainly aware of it.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“I am speechless my darling, as I am not skilled enough to answer your assumptions.” Liar chuckled back. <br><br>“There were no intentions to offend you my lord…..I just spoke my mind.” Kaden replied with guilt.<br><br>“And, then will you be so kind to elaborate…..please tell me… why I am not pleased…..you must be aware….especially after all those books you have read.” Liar grinned looking at his brother and relaxed his legs on the table.<br><br>“Of course…you are missing something; hmmm…. shall I say a red silk slave?” Kaden was accurate; Liar had that feeling of being partial but he always refused to accept it. <br><br>“There are no such things my darling, red silk slaves are merely an illusion.” Liar defended himself but failed and he was aware that Kaden was correct by all means. <br><br>“No my lord….I shall argue about that!” Kaden smiled while gazing at his brother.&nbsp; <br><br>“I must confess I am not enjoying this conversation any longer…lets discuss something else my darling.” Liar refused to discuss any further on the annoying subject.<br><br>“Well….something else….hmmm…what about the curse of Yorkshire? I hope you have heard abut her and of course the reward!” Kaden <br><br>“The curse of Yorkshire…..” Liar painted a surprised grin on his face. <br><br>“Yes they say she is the best…..” Kaden replied eagerly as he desired to know more about her. <br><br>“The silent one…160 years old….a looter of gold from the voyagers and also their blood, murderer of the finest slayers of her majesty.&nbsp; I have certainly heard about her and the reward ……..but she is worth a lot more my darling.” Liar shared his knowledge about the curse of Yorkshire with a big smile across his slender lips. It was quite obvious that Liar knew her especially when they both belonged to the same part of the world<br><br>“Oh….so you are aware!” Kaden smiled back. <br><br>“Yes….and soon her majesty will perceive the true price of our efforts….then my darling….” Liar intentions were obvious; he was planning to hunt her down but he was waiting for the precise time.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I think I am ready to join you for this hunt brother.” Kaden demonstrated his interest like a young lad, he was certainly curious about the lifestyle his brother was living.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Let our parents decide that my darling….anyway father has other plans for you….” Like an older brother Liar rejected his curiosity, and shed a smile to him but he was merely concerned about his brother’s wellbeing. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 22:21:10</strong>
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				The hunt was thrilling...wind whipped across her face as she ran in the forest, her quarry not too far ahead of her.&nbsp; There was a small hut on the edge of the woods, near the sea.&nbsp; A widower lived there, no one would miss him, or his children.&nbsp; The children would be easy, the man a bit more difficult to corner...but all would take a few minutes to convince.<br><br>She crept up on the house, spying the man first.&nbsp; It would be easy, there...he was out to collect wood for the fire...far enough out that not even his children would hear.&nbsp; Sliding up behind him, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body close...like a lover...and sank her teeth into his neck.&nbsp; She felt his muscles twitch slightly, as she drained the blood from him, his heart pounding wildly, blood gushing out of the artery she had nicked.&nbsp; Tonight was not a night for subtlety...she had been caged too long.&nbsp; Some of his blood would inevitably stain her har, her cheek, her gown...<br><br>She let his limp body, devoid of its lifeblood slither out of her arms to drop next to the woodpile, a sated smile crossing her lips.&nbsp; Carefully she stepped around the body, looking for an entrance into the cottage.
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 19:33:42</strong>
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				Few of those glasses of fine wine and a delightful dinner, albeit they spent more than few hours together but it only seemed like spilt seconds and soon Kaden desired a farewell. With heavy hearts both brothers hugged goodbye.<br><br>Liar desired more wine before his bed. He leisurely walked to the balcony as one of his slaves followed him with a jug of wine. The dark sky seemed prettier now. Liar was certainly aware that Kaden was acceptable. Ecen he desired a red silk slave but never found a girl worth it. Though few of his slaves were soon going earn the red silk but still his lonesome was undeniable.<br><br>The lightening painted a gentle smile across his lips. And the smile was extended to a smirk as he considered Kaden’s interest in hunting and then he thought of the reward for the curse of Yorkshire. She was there somewhere killing innocent people and of course it made no difference to Liar. He was merely enjoying a luxurious life waiting for the right time and the right award. <br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 02:37:09</strong>
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				She stretched languorously as she stepped from the cottage...she almost regretting killing the children...&nbsp; So young, so pure...so easy to take...no resistance, cuddling into her arms like she was a mother...something had never been...<br><br>She licked her lips...the last of their blood so sweet and untainted...it was enough for now...She raised her face to the faint moonlightm revelling in the solitude.&nbsp; Soon the moon would be too bright to go out...at least without a protector...&nbsp; She would be vulnerable.&nbsp; No matter...she would be safely within before the moon was bright...&nbsp; Let them hunt her.&nbsp; They would never succeed...
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 18:32:21</strong>
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				It was an arduous day which certainly ended pleasantly. Liar was struggling to keep his eyes open but he wished to finish his last drink before sleep. He leisurely sipped wine from his glass looking out from the balcony when Juniper, his pet wolf ran to the balcony crying out loud. She smelled blood in air, she sensed a vampire. <br><br>“Shhhh not now…go sleep….” Liar strolled close to her and patted her back gently. He gulped the entire wine and walked away from the balcony…he passed through the massive passage which lead him to him bedroom. Liar was soon in his bed naked with two of his yellow silk slaves…their soft lips floating over his body. Woman was certainly his weakness; he collected girls from all over the world.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 03:20:47</strong>
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				She was basking in the hazy moonlight, the closest she could manage without people seeing her...tracking her.&nbsp; A howl ripped through the air, tensing her muscles as she whipped around to the west of her.&nbsp; An instinctive hiss let out of her, before she coiled to run, tripping over the moonlit sand, back toward her refuge...the castle she'd harbored in for so long.&nbsp; Safety was her key now...she would not be hunted...killed as others more careless had been.&nbsp; Her feast tonight had been careless....never again.
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 15:06:30</strong>
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				Liar woke up early morning by the sunshine floating inside his bedroom through the velvet curtains. What a splendid morning... the sunshine pulled Liar close to the his window; the sun splashed garden looked spectacular after weeks of thunder storms, dark clouds and continues rains. He could have stood there forever; such beauty of mother nature was unrivaled but then he heard a whisper from behind. <br><br>“my Master…this girl begs forgiveness….there is a guest waiting…”&nbsp; one of his girls requested his attention to a waiting guest.<br><br>“Yes…leave….” Liar replied staring outside. He took his own time but finally he appeared on the staircase. Liar gazed around and his eyes caught a messenger sitting in a corner, staring around at the lavish castle. A smile ran across Liar’s lips… it didn’t took him must time to realize that her majesty had sent him a proposal. He shook his head thanking the curse of Yorkshire for her recent killings. It was time!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 17:40:35</strong>
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				The darkness of the crypt enveloped her, the safety of her tomb beckoning as a lover.&nbsp; The master of this house would be returning within a fortnight;&nbsp; her activities would have to be curtailed.&nbsp; As much as she hated the secrecy of her existence, she truly could not cause the man any pain...in a roundabout way he was family.&nbsp; As perverted as that sounded at all...<br><br>Slipping into the great stone tomb, she used the last of her strength to slide the lid closed over her.&nbsp; No one wanted to traipse into a dusty tomb...not even the lord who would return soon.&nbsp; She smiled to herself as she forced herself into a stupor.&nbsp; All was calm outside, stone cold and almost damp, tiny droplets of blood unnoticed on the flagstones.
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 18:28:50</strong>
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				The queen’s proposal was merely to hunt the curse down for a price as Liar desired. The recent killings shattered her majesties patients and then the mob was seeking answers.&nbsp; Her majesty was well aware that there was only one person in entire Europe who could certainly put a full stop to that curse.&nbsp; She was also well aware of his greed which was certainly his weakness too.<br><br>It was destined; everything was turning out as Liar planned. There were no hesitations at all and Liar sealed the proposal with his ring. The delightful sunshine had brought a great deal of joy along but it was a long day ahead. He desired to learn every little bit about his pray; then selection of a fine squad and a faultless plan.<br><br>Liar wished to move back to London; for sure it was his last hunt.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 23:51:46</strong>
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				The beating of a heart woke her in darkness, the smell of fresh living blood was near...so near.&nbsp; Exhaling, she rose from the crypt, and searched her surroundings....the heart had to be close...<br><br>Soft sobbing met her ears, and she turned her head to see a young man on his knees in front of one of the other crypts.&nbsp; Such a young man... pity to lose so early in life....<br><br>She smiled softly as she padded up behind him, fingers grazing on his shoulders.&nbsp; "Do not cry...oh, do not cry..." she murmured gently, her voice as intoxicating as any brandy.&nbsp; Looking up at her suddenly, the man made a move to stand, but she sank down to sit next to him.&nbsp; A young husband, surely, having lost his wife...pity...<br><br>Gently, she brushed away his tears.&nbsp; "I have lost too...It is a great pity that we should have to live without those we love..."&nbsp; Smiling, she inched closer to the man, who seemed wary of her.&nbsp; Brushing her soft fingers against his lips, he gasped.&nbsp; "But we should not have to live without love itself..."&nbsp; Sealing her lips against his, she pulled him close.&nbsp; 
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