Unintended Captive (Rimbaud & Mith)
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				Title: <strong>Unintended Captive (Rimbaud &amp; Mith) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 02:26:51</strong>
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				Lunari brushed her damp hair off of her forehead with the back of her hand, the chocolate brown strands clinging to the pale skin of her forehead.&nbsp; She sat back on her knees, the lush curve of her posterior resting against the backs of her calves while she wiped the beads of sweat off of her forehead.&nbsp; The sun beating down on her only added to the sweltering feel of the day, and it was all she could do to resist the urge to dive head first into the cool stream in front of her.&nbsp; "No."&nbsp; She said softly, chastising herself, the wash had to get done first.&nbsp; The soft muslin of her dress clung to the curves of her form, the dampness of her skin acting like a magnet and attracting the gauzy material leaving very little to the imagination as to what lay beneath. <br><br>She reached a hand in the cool water, bringing the dripping appendage up to her face, letting the crystal drops drip into her face and down her neck, the moisture pooling between the full mounds of her breasts.&nbsp; A wet stain began to bleed onto the fabric, darkening the taupe to a darker shade of brown.&nbsp; She rubbed the water over her face, attempting to offer herself a bit of relief from the heat, before getting back to work.&nbsp; Tying her lustrous brown hair back with a bit of cloth, she once again leaned over the edge of the stream and began to scrub the next to the last piece of clothing.&nbsp; Her arms moved up and down as she scrubbed, the muscles of her arms flexing and moving beneath pale creamy skin.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes were half closed as she let her mind wander, thinking about anything other than the boring task she was currently doing.&nbsp; Almost without realizing it she began to hum a simple tune, the soft sound eventually turning into her actually singing the words.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her voice carried out around her, the melodic sound echoing through the woods as she scrubbed the shirt in her hands.&nbsp; So lost in thought Lunari took no notice of her surroundings, content in the knowledge she was safe.&nbsp; No sort of violence had invaded these woods in nearly a decade, and though other creatures lived nearby, they tended to leave the small human village she lived in alone.&nbsp; Many of them not deeming it worth their time to conquer.&nbsp; So she seldom ever took anyone with her when she did wash, or the odd few times she dared to bathe in the stream alone.&nbsp; Today was just like any other, and she sat alone at the streams edge just as always.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unintended Captive (Rimbaud &amp; Mith) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rimbaud</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 17:27:30</strong>
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				Today was rather as any other for more of that forest's creatures than just Lunari.&nbsp; For instance, a short distance from where she was washing, an elf prepared himself for the day, following the same routine he had for years.&nbsp; He consumed a light breakfast of hardtack and marmalade prior to dressing; normally, this was one of the few times he allowed himself to lounge until nightfall returned.&nbsp; His attire was largely unpretentious and handmade: each piece of its leather fit snugly against his form while still allowing the full range of motion necessary for his daily excursions.&nbsp; The one element of his outfit he had not made -- a quiver full of blue-fletched arrows -- was also the one place where vanity crept in: the letters 'K' and 'B' stood out from its surface, each embroidered in azure.<br><br>As he lifted the quiver onto his back and began to affix its bracing strap, Kaanyr Bluearrow stepped out from his hovel, a quiet and unassuming shack largely hidden by a nearby mound of earth.&nbsp; It was here, in this forest, he'd lived for much of his life, and he knew and loved nearly each of its constituents, from the quiet apple orchard to the many beasts to the majestic rapids and waterfall.&nbsp; The one component of this forest Kaanyr did not love was the small village of humans.&nbsp; While he initially loathed them for the violence they did to the woods -- his woods -- as they hewed its trees to build their homes, his attitude toward them with each passing year became more and more one of apathy: Kaanyr did not love or hate them; rather, he nothinged them.&nbsp; Or at least this was the judgment he would have given if asked that very morning.&nbsp; One might assume quite a different opinion would be told not more than twenty four hours hence, and it is that shift in sentiment that ultimately made this day so much unlike every one prior to it, no matter what appearances to this point might have suggested.<br><br>For it was soon after he left his home that Kaanyr's day took a very unusual turn.&nbsp; While walking toward the previously-mentioned orchard, he noted a large green pheasant perched in a stand of foliage.&nbsp; This in itself was not particularly strange; after all, he carried his bow -- a hefty affair of hickory and hemp -- in anticipation of the hunt.&nbsp; What made this encounter atypical occurred just after he nocked one of his arrows and lifted the weapon toward the plump bird: it flew off, and for good reason, too.&nbsp; At that very moment -- the instant when the forest's tranquility was most important -- Lunari's song reached a crescendo and became at once audible both to elf and bird.&nbsp; The latter responded by taking to the sky, the former by flaring his nostrils with a quick intake of air and then silently cursing the singer.<br><br>Kaanyr was clearly displeased as he returned the arrow to his quiver, shifting his attention to the disturbance's source.&nbsp; With hasty yet careful steps, he made his way toward the stream and its dependent village.&nbsp; When the water was in sight, he paused next to a large deciduous tree, crouching low and brushing his long ebon hair behind each of his pointed ears so that its strands wouldn't tickle at his nose.&nbsp; While this was the pose Kaanyr traditionally adopted in order to stealthily dispatch a barrage of arrows against unwelcome guests and tax-collectors, he had no intentions of killing the girl despite her unintentional transgression.&nbsp; Instead, he waited, watching from a distance, his eyes cool and his expression one of calm interest.<br><br>It was as if he had traded one hunt for another,&nbsp; Kaanyr decided.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unintended Captive (Rimbaud &amp; Mith) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 03:21:54</strong>
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				Lunari continued on about her business, not aware of anything that had transpired.&nbsp; Her voice continued to echo through the forest as she continued to soap and scrub the shirt in her hands.&nbsp; She scooted closer to the streams edge, dunking the soapy soggy shirt into the crystal clear water, pulling it out and wringing it several times before dunking it again, attempting to rinse out all of the soap.&nbsp; This process was repeated several times until the water coming from the shirt ran clear.&nbsp; Lunari then stood up, wringing as much of the moisture out of the garment as she possibly could, the muscles of her arms flexing and moving as she struggled with the wet material.&nbsp; The swell of her breasts swayed and bounced slightly with her movements, the sweat soaked dress she wore clinging tightly to those curves.&nbsp; <br><br>Once again she swiped the back of her hand across her forehead, and stared at the final garment waiting for her to wash it, almost wanting to cry at the thought.&nbsp; Moving over to a nearby tree she spread the garment out in the direct sunlight, knowing that in this heat it wouldn't take long for it to dry.&nbsp; Lunari turned back around and looked at the stream longingly, swiping the back of her hand down her cheek and over her chin, wanting nothing more than to immerse herself into the cool clear water.&nbsp; Glancing around her, she decided that no one was around, maybe she could risk cooling off a little.&nbsp; A wicked smile crossed over her full lips, dark brown eyes glancing about her once more as she stuck her toe in the stream.&nbsp; She nearly moaned out loud with pleasure as the coolness crept up her foot, moving her other foot into the water to join its mate.&nbsp; Her hands gripped the bottom of her skirt, lifting it higher and higher until the gauzy material hovered above her knee, giving anyone who might happen by a very tasty glimpse of long shapely legs.&nbsp; She bent over, running her hand beneath the water, cupping a handful of cool liquid and bringing it back up to let it flow down her legs.&nbsp; The creamy skin of her thighs now glistened in the sunlight, the droplets sparkling like hundreds of tiny diamonds against pale smooth flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed with pleasure, bending over again and again to dribble the water down her legs, luxuriating in the way it seemed to be cooling her off just a bit.&nbsp; This continued on for several minutes, the human girl not even aware that she had an audience.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unintended Captive (Rimbaud &amp; Mith) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rimbaud</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 16:40:07</strong>
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				By this point, Kaanyr had made two decisions: first, this woman was no threat to him, and second, watching her play in the water was enjoyable.&nbsp; As a consequence of this second belief, Kaanyr remained in his stooped stance, shifting his weight and position as was necessary in order to maintain an effective line-of-sight in which he could easily see her body's firm form but she could not easily see his voyeuristic gaze.&nbsp; At times, this effort required special cunning; for instance, as she finished her laundry and moved to lay out the last article of clothing for drying, he was sure she'd nearly seen him and therefore spent a few moments with his leather-clad chest and abdomen pressed firmly against the tree's hard trunk, his breaths quieting significantly.<br><br>"This girl," he thought, "is far finer prey than even the bird of which she deprived me!"&nbsp; In a less tense situation, the elf might have allowed himself a quiet chuckle at the inexactitude of his phrasing and comparison; clearly she was only food for his hungry eyes.&nbsp; When a number of moments had passed and he again heard gentle splashing, Kaanyr assured himself that he was as stealthy as ever, a compliment which brought an uncharacteristically broad smirk to his normally staid features.&nbsp; Full of confidence that her feet and attention were again consumed by the water, he detached himself from his hiding position, returning to a crouch and narrowing his eyes to take stock of what she was up to.<br><br>His gaze moved thoughtfully along her body, following the descent of her hair's brown tresses to the middle of her back. From his current position, since he was at an almost perfect one hundred and thirty five degree angle relative to where she was facing[1], he was able to appreciate the way in which her wet attire affixed itself to both chest and bottom.&nbsp; While it was her swaying breasts which more fully held his imagination, when her skirt began to rise, his concern was immediately drawn to its lifting hem and the lengthy, shapely appendages the ascent disclosed.&nbsp; There was no question Kaanyr was enraptured by her movements, especially once she began to present the pale flesh of her thighs.&nbsp; Realizing this might be an opportunity to spy a young woman play in the nude, he decided he simply must move to a better vantage point.<br><br>Had it not been for the rising, swaying skirt, Kaanyr might have thought his plan out more fully or took the time to carefully anticipate and analyze his path.&nbsp; As it was, however, his attention was fixed: he didn't dare look away for even a moment lest he miss the initial appearance of the girl's shapely rear.&nbsp; His head full of desire and empty of forethought, the elf disengaged his hiding place, maintaining his distance while strafing to a position more fully behind her.&nbsp; Even as she continued the playful applications of water to her legs, Kaanyr silently remarked on all that he'd much rather she do.&nbsp; "Perhaps those droplets precede her fingers following a simi--" Snap.<br><br>A twig.<br><br>Well done, surreptitious elf.<br><br>--- --- ---<br>1. This may be the most awkward and dorky thing I've ever written in an 'adult' RP.&nbsp; Apologies for any mood-ruining.&nbsp; Nonetheless, he's in a position over her left shoulder, perhaps 20 feet away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Unintended Captive (Rimbaud &amp; Mith) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 17:53:12</strong>
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				Lunari's head snapped around at the sound of the twig snapping, her eyes growing wide at the sight of the man standing there.&nbsp; She stood there unmoving, staring at him for several moments before it dawned on her that her skirt was currently hiked up around her thighs.&nbsp; Immediately her fingers let go of the hem, letting the skirt fall back down her legs, the hem now dangling in the water.&nbsp; "What do you want?"&nbsp; She asked, her dark brown eyes keeping a wary eye on him.&nbsp; "I don't have any money if that's what you're wanting...I'm just out here doing the wash."&nbsp; She stood up straight, making herself look taller, her shoulders back, head held high as she face the unknown man, hoping that she appeared confident and brave.&nbsp; <br><br>As she watched him, she began to carefully make her way back to the shore, wanting to have solid ground beneath her feet if he intended to attack her.&nbsp; Slowly, a bit at a time her bare feet worked their way across slippery rocks, dainty toes gripping them as best as they could so that she didn't slip and fall.&nbsp; 
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