The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)
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				Title: <strong>The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 16:45:54</strong>
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				Sir Edgar Baldwin stood on the edge of the cliff, looking up at the sky. There was a reason why he enjoyed the cold breeze and fresh mountain musk which enveloped the entire Leviathan valley in this spring season. There were peers who argued why does it always had to be the edge, a strong gust was apt to topple even the mighty over, mayhap that was the reason why he dishonored the gift of life so brutally and tried to defy nature in it's hideous form? Nay. There must be a reason for everything, Edgar thought. Earth and mother nature were the gifts of God as depicted in so many tenets of the Church. Life was grandeur unto itself. And if anything he stood at the cliff's edge as a reminder to whom he owe his life; the true governance of men, women and creature, the holy book.<br><br>He takes a deep breath and finally begin to descend down. Time was drawing nigh to water his steed and partake in the official duties of a garrison commander. The events of the morn were still vivid in his mind. The ceremony took place in it's most splendid form and Warrior Edgar Baldwin was knighted along with three of his other peers for devoting unprecedented duty to the church and the crown. They spoke of his deeds of how he chased away the rebels single handedly when the garrison was caught off guard during the festive of Navalone. His lance raised high in the air he charged and the that struck fear in the hearts of his enemy. He promised to serve the tenets even more devotedly and strike down enemies in the name of God and saviour Christ as part of the knighthood, and was awarded with the holy medallion. It was here that it was decided Sir Edgar Baldwin will serve as the garrison commander he gallantly defended, and he agreed.<br><br>Edgar climbed atop his horse and began to make his way towards the town, if he was lucky it would be a quiet evening, but none can foretell the events about to follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 19:12:33</strong>
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				She was a healer. <br><br>It was just part of her nature, and so she came, came to the mortal lands to heal those who were suffering from a dark illness. It was a festering type, sneaking into the lungs of the poor villagers, and none of their teas and brews could do what she could. Purification was part of her touch. Many of her people protested her actions, calling them foolish and risky. Perhaps they were, with the Church having such a strong hold over the people's minds and being so unforgiving. She was of a pagan world, a heathan truth, she was a creature of magic and nature come alive; Blaithin was a Princess of the Fae, the Court of the Light. Her mother was worried too about her visits to the mortal village. But she could not let people upon these lands die when she could save them.<br><br>Blia was nothing if not stubborn. And so her mother, the Queen let her go, concerned, but still, a fae was a free spirit after all. <br><br>The girl slipped from one house to another, ghosting through the walls, hiding herself from sight for the moment, it was part of her glamour magic. Her hair was a tumble of dark russet curls, skin the pale color of moonlight poured into flesh, with eyes wild and intense, the startling ethereal color of the seas waves tossed up into the sky, a glimmering blue green, pale with the white froth of the waves. In her own world she would have gone nude, after all it was natural, it was how one was suppose to be, though at times it was enjoyable to dress. No shame or modesty clung to her though, to be born as she was was to be perfect in form and look, she could not be anything other then what she was. Blaithin idly reached down and touched her dress, the fabric was flowing, light and graceful, she dressed in garments that spoke of the world she came from, a loose flowing gown, held to her only by a thin belt of fabric just beneath the full shapes of her breasts, the undergown, like a shift, clung to her form, a soft creamy color, while the over gown flowed, a wispy veil. Nothing about her body was hidden, just the actual sight of it. Scandalous here. <br><br>A smile quirked her lips before she moved to enter the next house, jerking back with a hiss of shock as her hand collided with cold iron. Her illusion stripped from her, an outcry rouse as people saw the fae woman among them. Soliders neared her, all but growling, she could not understand them, her eyes showed her wild nature and she looked at them warily, magic clinging around her as she built a ward. Only to let out a cry as a spear jabbed forward, cold iron in the tip and sliced into her side. Blia fell to her knees, clutching her side as her blood feel and she tried to chant a rune rite that would errect barriers, fueling it with her blood. But it was hard to think, hard to be clear when cold iron had touched the inside of her body. <em>Goddess, Consort help me!</em> She cried out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 01:32:33</strong>
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				He rode in silence for several hours. The steel plate mail mail hugging his body close as the wind drew arcs around it. These were the times he always felt like pondering at the deepest truths about life. His mind began to wander off and he felt himself remembering those plain culminations again. Of course what happened at the battle for their garrison was brave, yet there was a reality surrounding that episode he can never bring himself in terms with. He closed his eyes and found himself standing on the edge of that battlefield again, arrows were flying from everywhere and as he tried to ward them off, one of the beasties struck him with a spear, impaling his body. In one shove he remembered throwing the assailant away and yet continuing to fight. At that moment he was wondering if this was the end of the journey for him, yet he was able to pull the spear out, and within a few minutes was back on his feet again. They shot him a dozen times with arrows, yet for some reason he kept getting up. "Magicka!" one of the rebels shouted and Edgar made quick work of him for even uttering such disgrace. There was no magic involved. It was God's grace that he was able to fight against the hordes, and that was the end of it. <br><br>He felt himself brought back to the present as he heard similar shouts around him. "What's going on?" He heard himself murmur and was able to spot a crowd gathering near one of the town houses. He snapped the reins against his steed and galloped towards the scene. Of course, what he saw took his breath away. <br><br>What was that ... 'thing'. His mind snickered at him. She posessed something he's never witnessed before in his life, a glow surrounding her like an aura and even in this clime there was not a trace of sweat on her brow. Who was this ... 'lady'? He wondered again. The only thing he could come close to describing her was as God's beautiful angel descending over the Earth, yet she lay on the ground. Wounded.<br><br>"Halt!" His voice bellowed. He watched her sitting their hurt. Walking over to her, he slowly picked her up and one of his garrison soldiers shouted out. <br><br>"Sire! Be careful! She be of the Fae! Do not touch her lest you want her wrath on thee!" Edgar's grip on her shoulder remained steadfast, not too hard neither too weak. It was hard to believe somebody with such mesmerizing beauty could be someone who's barred by the good book. Yet if she really is the one ... <br><br>"Silence!" He shouted again as the crowd began to leer. "Speak, young lady. Doth my troop say the truth?" He awaited her response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 03:25:49</strong>
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				Someone had made them stop, her mind registered that even as her flickering wards collapsed and she braced one hand on the ground, pressing one slender pale hand into the wound on her side. Her sea colored eyes were hazy, overcast with pain as magick swirled around her like a windstorm, uneasy and unhappy. She was the Princess of the Earth here, the earth would protect her if it could. It was taking concentration to keep the goblins and brownies from coming to try and take her. She did not want a war between her people and the humans. <br><br>Someone was touching her then, hands upon her, picking her up and holding her in a strong, powerful embrace. It was a masculine power, and one that was opposite to her own. Blaithin lifted surprised eyes to her savior, sensing the magic in him, deep in his nature where he hid it, denying it. He was one of the steel faith by raising and choice, but one of her kin by nature.<br><br>"I am of the Fae." she murmured, after all with her wings nestled against his arms, the thin fragile looking things more flexible then they appeared there was no point in denying it. Nor would she ever deny was she was.<br><br>"I..." she tried to speak, but the pain was still in her, cold iron must have entered her blood stream. Her body would heal but the blood she had lost coupled with the cold iron that had touched her made her weak. <br><br>The lass slumped in his arms, a soft whimper coming as she frowned, trying to drive out the poison to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 04:16:28</strong>
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				Edgar frowned when he realized the creature he had in his arms was indeed one among the Fae, his hands almost lost grip as he felt her slipping away, yet he held her tighter and grunted to himself. It was certain she didn't walk the path of the righteous and he had no idea what she was doing in this part of their territory. Was this mayhap part of a grander scheme in place? His garrison was attacked by the unknown a few days ago after all. He cannot ascertain that fact, and it will be a calamity to blame one as humble as this creature in his arms, lifeless yet aglow, of a crime to instigate violence in his region. He knew his men would like nothing more than to cause such menace and smolder her name so he will have to think quick.<br><br>One thing was for sure; She had treaded borders she had no right to be in and for that insolence he will have to arrest her. He's seen many foreign creature in his time but never a fae. If it was like heathen times he'd have let a strange, fae girl go as long as any disruptions were not severe enough, however this was different, and he had to keep command of the soldiers whose morale leapt at the sight of a defenseless woman, or was she really this fragile? He questioned himself, for he has never wondered about the ways of the yore. The usual sight of a foreign creature sent the followers of his creed over the edge, and why shan't it? Mayhap they desired the smooth and supple beauty who appeared to be interlaced by the saviour's holiness himself. After all what you can't have you only wish to destroy. He barked at his troops to draw a circular formation around as he carried the young fae over his sturdy shoulder and laid her atop his steed. He binds her hands to make sure she does not fall off the mount on their ride towards the garrison. It was evident he cannot risk to have her imprisoned in the usual lock lest they hurt her. He will have to find a way to keep her in his quarters for the night untill he learns more of her kind and allow her a proper trial. <br><br>He climbs on the mount himself and they begin to march slowly towards their camp. It was hard not to feel the men's watch eyeing the lass as she lay sprawled over his steed barely covered by a dress. As if to laugh at his incredulous self, nature uttered a strong gust of wind which blew the dress off her, laying her naked against the bright sunshine.<br><br>He gasped, just when he's about to stop and dismount to fetch after it, one of his troops shout out. "Do not bother, sire ... for the fae do not cover their bods like the faithful. They are freespirited as the nature do not count them worthy enough to endorse shame upon their kind ... let her be, and she shan't die mayhap." He looks at the warrior and shouts out, "any troop who from now object to any of me actions shall be subject to disicipline in accord with the code of Leviathan!" He shoots a similar look and then whispers in her ear gently.<br><br>"Speak, if this be true lass. Are you comfy without any covering? Hurry up as the daylight draws nigh and with every passing moment the hungry grow hungrier at your sight."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 10:56:00</strong>
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				It was hard, to be held by a man that worn so much cold iron, but she had no other choice, he would not let her go, no, his grip was tight and the man seemed unhappy. Was it because she was beautiful? Many men paused to call beauty evil, yet evil could hide beneath beauty and goodness beneath ugliness. But she was not evil, nor was she good in the sense the Church viewed the world. But she was not one of the blood magicker's that used blood outside her own for her spells. And even then, her magic was that of the elements, that of the Goddess and Consort.<br><br>Men wanted to believe in a higher power, it had been that way since the start of time, for as long as she could remember. Yet before they had been happy to follow the Goddess, to worship her and accept the gifts of her people. For all that she was over four centuries old she would never understand man's need to dominate their environment. Co existence, understanding, those were the ways to honor the earth and the world around them.<br><br>However, regardless of the understanding she had for his people's brutish ways she was not happy with being carried over his wide shoulder to a horse and laid over it, her hands bound. She needed healing, not to be carried like a sack of potatoes over some braw knights saddle. Which was why Blaithin shifted, tryng to get free a touch, the feel of the horses movements uncomfortable. She may not have been as delicate as a mortal woman, in that she could juggle stones and put her hand through a wall easily, but she was in pain and the jouncing motions made her pale and whimper, her face becoming drawn and the magic that clung to aura dancing in a frenzy of worry, almost like worried maid attendants. <br><br>Her plight called to the elements and a wind came, to help her fly, but her wings felt heavy and she shivered as her gown moved off her. It danced away, a light and airy thing and Blai shifted, watching it and concentrating to make it still. <br><br>There was no blush when her body was bared nude before the men, she had no thoughts of shame or the stupid false modesty that mortals so clung to. However at his question she turned her head to him. "I may be comfortable without it, as nature wished me be; but I nay be comfy with thine men's eyes so feasted upon something they should not taste. Fae struck I bet they be if anything, so please...return mine gown and let me ride in a less painful manner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 16:44:03</strong>
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				What was he doing? He felt bad, did he just hauled a female at the back of his horse like a sack of potatoes? What was he trying to accomplish would have been a better question. Surely a man of his status knew better manners than this. Him of the noble blood forfeiting his status to the level of all those meek and feeble ... men. He pulled her off his steed and slowly lowered her on the ground in his arms. It was purely evident she was hurting, and there was no way of telling if he could heal her by any medicine roots they used. He shot a look at the liutenant. "Go fetch her dress! Make haste!" He ran a hand through her hair, and even though it was sheerly impossible to apologize to her out loud, he murmurred the words in his mind. "Aye, ye shalt accompany me on the front of me steed, but be wary ... if your presence hint at even an ounce of danger. Ye'll be in trouble lass."<br><br>The liutenant did not look too happy to be fetching the fae's attire. Edgar shot him a look and grabbed the dress off him. Raising her small frame gently in his hands he began to slip the dress on her, trying hard not to let his emotions best him where touching her was concerned. Her flesh was softer than any female he has ever held, he tried not to pay heed as he pulled it over her supple chest, the front of his hand trvially brushing against her nubs. He slowly pulled it down and allowed it to cover her sex. "It might be of discomfort for you lass but honor dictates I inform ye your hands will stay tied for our short journey".<br><br>Slowly raising her on her feet he sat her on the mount, and got on himself ... his eyes on the road yet his mind sharp as it registered her every little action. "What's your name, fae?" He casually asked her, a murmur passing among the men as they watch their commander making conversation with the prisoner. To catch one alive was no ordinary feat, and mayhap the knight did not realize the worth of who he had on his mount. The law stated all such occurances be reported to the high court of Leviathan but Sir Baldwin has not stated any desire to do so, nor sent anyone to inform High Priest Eld. His men began to wonder if the knight had other plans but nobody was to know their knight has never come across anything as surreal as this. <br><br>They soon arrived at the garrison. Edgar shouted out. "All men return to your duties! The fae will be residing in my quarters for the night for I can't risk her presence in the prison. We shall inform the High Priest at daybreak tommorow. Dismissed!" He got her off the horse, and carried her frame inside. Slowly putting her on the bed he carressed her curls, moving the stray ones off her temple. "You look hurt, if ye prefer I can get one of my men to fetch priestess Ada from the church and she will heal your wounds if need be. But I'll have to keep you tied."<br><br>He got up. "My apologies for the ineptitude around my men. I have never come across your kind before, thus you have to excuse my odd suspicions. You're arrested for trespassing and shall be judged by the trial of those moral and true." He sat on a bushel of hay, unable to take his eyes off her as his mind began to comprehend how to deal with any menace of the common masses, should any try to break in and make away with the fae.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 07:45:38</strong>
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				Blaithin moved her body with the man's touches, wanting to make the least amount of pain flare through her. Cold iron was a horrible thing to the fae and she struggled to not cripple to her knees as her feet struck the ground. But it helped, touching the earth centered her and she closed her eyes, sinking into the nature around her drawing upon it for the power of it, urging to help her heal. When the man touched her hair her blue green eyes opened to focus on him again, clearer now, the pain dimming. She had no plan to make danger or trouble, not whilest her hands were tied and her body still recovering. There would be time enough, and besides, the knight interested her, the power she sensed in him calling to her own.<br><br>Thankfully someone was getting her dress, yet for the moment she stood beside him, nude, the pale creaminess of her skin glowing faintly in the sunlight as the beams caressed her like a lover. She really did seem like one of the divine, or the magical, for it was what she was, and Blai saw no reason to hide that. She could had dimmed down what she was, but that would be a lie, at least to her mind, and fae do not lie. <br><br>The dress was returned and the knight moved, placing it upon her, his hands brushing against her smooth skin and she let out a happy sigh as a flicker of light played beneath her flesh. It was a sign of power, of arousal, not that any there would know it, but the feeling of his hands slightly grazing against the hardened peaks of her nipples drew it, she let out a soft gasp, her eyes fixed on his, showing the desire deep in there, but also the innocence on one still untouched. Such a contradiction, for one so blatantly sensual to hold such true innocence, but there it was. The fae shivered as his hands moved further south and she wondered what it would feel like to have him touch her more, to touch her everywhere. Those thoughts upset her though, she did not want to fall pray to the issue that all fae faced eventually. Mortals were wondrous creatures, fascinating and love worthy, but one of the truly immortal in love with a mortal? It only ended in sorrow. <br><br>So nay, though he stirred her she would not lay with him...unless he was the more she sensed, the power that beckoned.<br><br>The lass did not fight him as he put her back on his horse, relaxing into the hold of his arms, allowing him to touch her, when upset or afraid fae often touched, or wanted to be touched. The tight hold of her captor had a plus side for Blaithin. But his question made her uneasy and she glanced at him, weighing her options before murmuring back, her breathing still uneven from pain. "A name holds power, especially over a creature of magic....you may call me Maeve, I am of the Light and Spring court, so I shall take that name in my stay amongst your people."<br><br>It was a smart move on her part, and another way to distant herself from the knight that held her; though she had to hold in a laugh at the feeling she got from his men when he announced that he would keep her in his quarters. Almost everyone jealous, longing to lay with the fae woman. Ah, but that was the way to heartbreak, for once one had lain with a fae there was no going back, elf struck it was called, enthralled, and one could die from the want of fae touch. Yet none would pay heed to her warnings. <br><br>The lass curled into the knights arms and sighed as he laid her down, touching her hair so familiarly. He must be part fae himself, to touch her so, to call the light beneath her skin. Such a torment he would be, but she would hold to her course, she sensed he would not believe her if she spoke of what he was. <br><br>"I do not need your healer, and her faith would only hurt me worse, she believes in the steel, the God of man, the rigidity of stone. I am of the Mother, the Goddess, I am her child. I will heal, I do so even now if you see my wound. By the time the dawn comes there shan't be even a scar." <br><br>Blaithin shifted on the bed, squirming up her dress until it moved, baring the apex of her legs and the dark curls that rested there between pale legs, her hands urging the dress up to show him the wound. "It was pure luck your man struck me with cold iron..." and indeed it was, many still used stone. And the wound was healing itself, as far along as if it had had days to mend rather then minutes. It showed the differences in her culture and his that she did not think of what she showed him, now that they were alone it bothered her little whether nude or clothed. <br><br>"But..I suppose it does not matter, your moral and true personages will judge me evil and ordered me killed. For I am of magic, it is who I am, and it can not be changed. Tell me, why save me when you knew you would hand me over to death?" She seemed completely calm about it, but then, she had every right to believe she would be able to escape from him still, it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment, for none knew that she could in truth fly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 05:15:46</strong>
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				Her words struck a grave chord with him. He wasn't sure he understood what she meant, 'daughter of a goddess"? Surely she can't be blasphemous since it was against the teaching of the church! There was nothing wrong with any rigidity of a stone, it was just the way things worked, but this ... woman-creature defied it? <br><br>Edgar tried to calm himself down. Mayhap this was the reason why they were asked to report any foreign findings to the church for the mere commoners were not at any liberty to comprehend the truth from false, the right from wrong. He looked at her as she spoke, never in his life has he seen a female with such ease and grace, and yet she appeared totally unperturbed by the lack of clothing. Edgar Baldwin was almost three decades old and he have had his share of women, but this one was no match for the others. Her modesty glowed from her every pore. How can a creature so beautiful have no filial piety for his creed? He would try to find out.<br><br>He looked at her as she continued and raised her dress. By God! To remove his eyes away from that magic spot and droop his head in shame would have been a sign of weakness, maybe even cowardice. But for some strange reason keeping his eyes over there and concentrating on what she was saying took an effort as well. "Aye, I can only say me men were surprised and your presence dazzled them ... they should not have hurt you." He run a hand over her smooth leg, trying to get a feeling for a wound fast dissipating, the lass was right, she was getting better right before his very eyes. He listened to her quietly as she spoke about him handing her over to her death and chuckled. Court of Leviathan was one of the fairest in the lands, surely she haven't heard right! But before he could have spoken out aloud he heard a knock on the door. Grunting, the knight walks to it and kicks it open for it was evident he's already made it clear he didn't desired any company tonight.<br><br>"Blufgen! What do thee want?" <br><br>"Sire, word from priestess Ada! Keep the fae under close watch and bind her with cold steel, no ropes! Ye have been asked to keep her under armoured watch at your residence until the High Priest arrives with his guard! She said the fae can do things we can't even ponder!"<br><br>"What insolence!" He turned around to make sure, she wasn't listening then slowly lowered his voice. "Is she aware this hurts the prisoner?"<br><br>"The priestess exhibits knowledge us soldiers don't, Sire. The creature is noted to convert the minds of even the strongest believers!"<br><br>"Church and Lord are my forte`, Liutenant. Now be gone, God be with you."<br><br>There was no way Edgar was allowing another male into the house, for now he would have to trust in his instincts. She was certain they'd have her killed on charges she's not guilty of. Surely they can pardon her, but on what grounds? Or is he wrong in hoping that for someone who is against his faith? Maybe Blufgen was right. Maybe she is trying to convert him. He'd have to be sterner.<br><br>"Your crime is not befitting of a death penalty, lass but thou would be held responsible for treading these grounds. What were thee doing amongst me kin anyway?" He picked a pair of steel binds, and tied her hands together. He didn't know if this would make any difference, but at least this way he would have lesser burden over his conscience. Tying her hands then against the sides of her bed he drew back, trying not to make too much of the sight which beheld him. Was his knee just nudging against the middle of her legs when he was tying her? He couldn't say for sure but he surely felt something brush against it ... maybe curls? Edgar shook his head trying to get these thoughts out of his mind. Could she read his thoughts? He felt himself glow at the thought, she could not have the idea he was beginning to fancy her. She was just a prisoner and that's all, and even if have to stay up two nights to watch over her, so be it. Sir Baldwin shall do his best. <br><br>He drew back and watched her laying there, bare as the naked moon with her dress hiked up over her stomach unintentionally, looking so serene and peaceful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 01:01:30</strong>
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				Blaithin watched him, steady and unafraid. He seemed to be surprised, and struggling for control. Men always struggled, fae had it. Oh the tempting fruit she could offer him, it he were pure mortal she might have even tried to spirit him back to the fae mounds with her, within the sithern she could make him see his doubts with the steel faith were right to be doubts. But she couldn't, he was grounded and for the moment so was she. Just five more minutes though she guessed, her side was feeling better with each breath she took. <br><br>The girl moved her legs, rubbing the smooth, hairless skin together, feeling the softness of them, flexing her leg muscles. It would shock the knight that one that appeared as delicate as she could so easily over power him, but it was true, the strength of the fae was divine after all. Could he recongize true divinity? She wondered that to herself, not realizing on mortal standards how much she exposed herself. Yet innocence was in her pose and eyes, though her body was sensually lush and ready. She tilted her head, her gleaming hair falling to one side as he spoke of his men. "Perhaps they shouldn't have..." she agreed, shivering to feel his hand on her flesh. <br><br>He was being almost fae like she thought, touching her so. Yet she spoke not a word of it. The man would probably be shocked and dismayed with himself if she pointed out what he was saying. <br><br>And then she felt a blow to her confidence, at the mention of cold steel. He wouldn't dare. She moved on the bed, her breathing erratic, Depending on where the metal was put it could hurt her badly, to the point of poisoning and killing. <br><br>When the knight picked up steel and moved toward her hands she lashed out with magic, putting up a barrier around her, her eyes flaring to life with anger. Yet his power, unknown to him, let him pass through her shields and bind her hands. A cry came up and she wept, feeling the iron touch her fair skin, which showed angry red welts already for the confinement. <br><br>"I was healing...healing your folk...." she murmured, slumping weakly on the bed, the luminescent glow beneath her skin dying away softly, slowly, it was a flicker of her spirit. Her brilliant eyes turned to him, heavy with sorrow, fear and betrayal.<br><br>"The courts can't kill me soon enough then? You have me die? If a fae be bound in iron when the dawn breaks it kills them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 22:57:05</strong>
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				He raised his eyebrows at what the lass murmured, surely this would be a sign to trick him into believing as Blufgen warned but a part of him knew for what she spoke to be true. He took her hands in his gently as he turned them over, watching the skin crackle where the iron was placed. This cannot be ... no. At that moment in time Edgar had to make a decision, of course he would have to keep reassuring himself he made the right one and there was no way the echleons of his beliefs were to be corrupted by one as sweet as her. That moment would come later, for now he must make up for this ultimate sin. <br><br>In an attempt to take off the metal from her wrists he felt his hands almost ripping it apart. Where in heavens did he come up with this beast like strength? He wondered. Not giving it a second thought he threw the binds away and then looked at the wounds where it almost tried to disintegrate her beautiful skin. He felt bad, nay he was disgusted with himself, for the last thing he wanted was to hurt thos poor creature. And if what she said was true how could he even contemplate hurting her for doing such a task so noble? He shook his head and tried to collect his wits before speaking next. <br><br>"Forgive me once again, creature ... for I'm fairly a barbarian following orders he know nothing of ... " He turned her wrists over, and then hesitated. Letting his emotions get the better of him he dipped his head and found his lips kissing where he lashed her with the metal. An aura of sheer divinity went through him and he almost turned her over to do more, but the strength of steel persisted and he won momentarily. Kissing each area briefly he stood up and walked to where his lance was latched against the ground. Pulling the sheath away he struck a piece of chain against the floor and watched it sparkle. His intentions were kind, and if hers are what she speak them to be, she'll live; He pulled at her left foot, and bound one of her ankles with it, of course her body was still on the bed and he could see her legs parted again as the apex invited him to the thrills unimaginable by man or beast alike. He tried to steal away his eyes from her sex and announced. <br><br>"Mayhap this be the crusade between thou kind and mine, but my steel is the righteous one for it's never severed what never harmed me. It may harness, but it won't harm thee any permanent damage." If he had faith in anything more than his beliefs, it was his blade and the steel it was forged from. For it was true, so long as the knight's honor doesn't dwindle his steel only strike the wretched. And from the looks of it, he found it evident she wasn't in as much pain as before when he tried to bind her hands. Little did he know of course, how the fae kind function. <br><br>He tried to move away to the bushel yet was unable to as he sat there holding her hands in his ... his mind yet bound by the ethics however, unable to control his eyes as they took in the magnificient sight before him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 18:21:42</strong>
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				The female tried to pull away from him, when he touched her as the metal all but burned her flesh, but she felt weak, dizzy from it. Suddenly the cursed metal bands were rent apart, away from her skin and she collapsed backward, trembling and her color pale, it was clear she was some sort of ill at the moment. But she would heal, slowly, but she would, thankfully. Blaithin was a touch lost, her eyes fixing on him as he spoke. A barbarian? Most of the church's faith would never admit to that, she was the barbarian, the heathen, for being what she was born to be. <br><br>Yet he still called her creature, she did not miss that. Perhaps it was because she had refused to give him her true name, yet it was a matter of protection that she denied him that. The girl frowned as she looked at him, tilting her head as he touched her wrists. Shock colored the brilliant blue green of her eyes when he kissed her wrists, the touch of his lips, the power hidden in him calling out her own magic with a flicker of light through her being and the harmed flesh healed faster then she would have been able to do by herself. He had healed her. <br><br>Blaithin trembled and licked her lips nervously as he moved away, unsure of what exactly he was going to do. When he came toward her again with chain in his hands she shifted on the bed, shying away from him in fear, the nervousness and mistrust showing in her brilliant eyes. She would not be bound by metal again, not even if the man could heal her unknowingly. Yet she could not fight his hold on her ankle, as weak as she was and so he wrapped the metal around her, her legs parting to show the dark curls at the apex of her long limbs, the place she knew he was looking, he desired her, the same elemental pull that attracted her to him filled him as well. It would be interesting to see how long they could fight it, but fight it she would. Blai could never lay with a mortal who swore to the Steel Faith. His words though reassured her, he did not know it, but he was casting a type of spell, it was his faith, his magic that would protect her flesh whilest it was bound in iron. He would not believe her if she spoke and told him of what he had done so she stayed silent. <br><br>She let him take her hands but her eyes were wary as he kept looking at her body, desire and lust clear in his eyes. <br><br>"You may well have bound me to this place with your steel but I will not give my body to a captor." she informed him haughtily, she didn't want him to know she desired him as well, of the ache in her body that only a man could feel, where no man had touched before. Fae were not often embarrassed but she would be if he dared to touch the dark curls he had stared at so, because he would find them damp with her arousal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 20:03:59</strong>
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				'Give in to a captor?' Her words rang in his head. Was his desire so obvious on his face? He didn't know. Mayhap the fae kind can read minds and she can tell what exactly he wishes. Surely this was a grave insult to his faith for the church didn't expect him to act harshly in matters as such. And if he gives in to what he desire it would surely mean the demise of his binds that separated him from her. What good is he then he cannot imagine. Yet it was so difficult to steer his eyes clear off her beauty, and she didn't look a trifle dazed off his gaze. Did the creature desire him as well?<br><br>Of course, he have entertained the thought that this fae may have induced his want for her by magick. Yet her stating she would not give in to him contradicted that notion. He crossed his fingers in hers where he was sitting and turned her hands around touching it against the back of his face... soft and velvet, he tried to get these things off his head while resisting the urge to kiss her hands again for there was no telling if he'd be able to stop should his lips connect with her flesh again. He was unable to reply for this wasn't like him. Never in his life has he ever mistreated a captive, irrespective of their sex. His was the passion of chivalry echoed loudly in the hills of Leviathan yet she was different. He would have to think fast lest he ends up doing something he'd regret. <br><br>Letting go of her hands Sir Baldwin stands up and walks to the door, his back turned against the maiden. "Your worries are for naught, for I'd never hurt you." He wanted to believe his words. What he wanted to say was he'd never force himself over her, yet hurt felt more appropriate. Did his statement sounded baseless? It felt opaque. Trying to retain his composure he straightened his dress, his fingers rubbing against his crotch providing that much needed contact to quieten his beasts within. He wondered if she heard the sigh, yet it mattered not if she can read his mind. <br><br>He looks at her again and began to circle the bed, more in a protective haste than as a captor's stroll. He'd need to calm her down, gain her trust. She was already under the impression she'd be killed, and he wanted to make sure she was comfortable in his presence. Last thing he needed was her to distrust him as well. <br><br>"Are all fae as beautiful as you ... creature?" He tried hard not to say heathen. Then caught in worry again, he asks frantically, " ... And can you read what goes in my mind, lass?" He eyed her questioningly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 06:23:25</strong>
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				Blaithin shifted on the bed, closing her legs to bar him from seeing so completely what he desired. What she desired. Oh she wanted to scream at her body for wanting a man that she should never desire in truth. He was of the Steel Faith, a mortal human. But he was more then just that, she knew deep down that he was more then just the mortal bonds he had put upon himself. <br><br>The steel around her ankle proved that.<br><br>As he touched her fingers with his, she could not help the way her breath caught, how her eyes stayed on him as his face nuzzled her fingers. Why did he do things that were so fae like? Why did he have to call to her so much? When he let go of her hand she let out a sigh and collapsed backward upon the bed, her hair spread out around her like a halo as her eyes shut and Blai tried to calm her heart and body. She didn't want to glow for him, to let her eyes shine and show him the truth of how he affected her.<br><br>Fae never lied, humans did. He wasn't bound by nature as she was, and she had to remember that. "You would not hurt me perhaps, but what of your people? Your men...they will cry out for my death..." she knew what her fate was now, chained here to his bed, caught in the web of a pity for humans she should not have held. She couldn't help the tears that rose to her eyes, nor the ones that escaped and crept down her cheeks, vivid crystal gems in the night. <br><br>She turned her face from him as he moved, hiding her sorrow, her fear. It was entering her now and hard to fight. "I am not a creature...I told you to call me Maeve." She finally snapped, afraid and upset with herself. She was going to die for pity. <br><br>"No, I can't read minds, I just read body language better the humans, I pay attention to things...you could do it as well if you wished."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 18:48:10</strong>
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				Of course, the last thing Sir Baldwin wanted the lass to think was how she was unlike any other female he has ever set his eyes upon. He wondered if it would be fair to murmer out aloud how it wasn't just her aura that shone throughout the room, but her utter sweetness that dazzled him. If he was mistaken before that she can't read his expressions, he'd have to be careful how he acts around her. But then is it really in his hands how he react to her personality, her magnitude, the way her skin glowed extra ordinarily, and how she looked at him. Her soft mouth drawn open at times, in either amazement or bewilderment. She was scared, the unholy maeve. Try as he may to clasp all sorrow yet hers he failed to grasp. Edgar tried not to sigh. <br><br>His has been the way of the warrior and he cannot even imagine the steel he has placed his faith in over all these years would betray him; Why would the church punish her by death, and why does men cry out for the death of something so natural ... so beautiful? They wish to lay with her, yet like the blasted dishonor of Hades they intend to kill her as well. How can a man pardon himself of a crime so unduly severe, he cannot imagine. <br><br>"I cry your pardon, Maeve. Unlike my counterparts I've never had the honor of meeting your kind so you'll have to forgive me again for any insolence." He did not have to apologize. He's always played the part of a fearsome captor and his enemies feared him. He, of course did not wish the same from this particular captive. He badly wanted her to trust him. <br><br>He held her hands and pressed them close against his chest. "You hear what beats within. As true as that, I shall promise you no harm would come to you unless what's procured from all you caused, and whilst my judgement doe not ring as far as other Elders, I know enough you have not committed a crime to be sentenced to death. If you know faith, then have it in me. If you know honor, then believe I follow it to me last breath ... even if it means going against what's ideal." He had to stop himself from croaking at the last part. He's never found himself to question his beliefs, and yet for her he's willing to draw his lance if necessary? No, I'm drawing my blade for the righteous; His mind bellowed. <br><br>He kept her hands back in her lap, his fingers grazing against the smoothness of her thighs, letting them stay there for awhile he stared in her eyes and his breath caught in his throat. For a moment he felt like he could stare into all eternity, and the fact his palm was carressing the inside of her thighs lovingly for several moments without him realizing, he drew back ashamed, only able to shake his head. Sir Baldwin was indeed, faestruck. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 18:44:00</strong>
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				He was trying to earn her trust, to make her feel at ease. How could she trust a man who swore to a faith that would eagerly kill anything they did not understand. Why would he be any different, why would he care if she was afraid or killed, he had been the one to bind her hands and carry her back to this strange place. Yet the wariness in her heart eased a touch, just a touch and there was less of a hard glimmer in the startling oceanic eyes that fixed upon him.<br><br>"Pardon you may have, insolence you do not." she murmured, for he did not really have insolence in his handling of her, just perhaps uncertainty, it was clear he had never encountered one of her kind before. Of his kind if the magic in him was true. Blathin glanced away from him for a moment, uncertain herself of what to say, to do to make him realize he had to let her go unless he wished her death. Yet his hands pressed hers against his heart and she jerked slightly upon the feel of his heart beat against her fingers. He was so very much alive. <br><br>"Ye canna hold your Elder's blows, if they order me to death then thee shall do it non?" Her eyes showed a knowledge of sorrow, she had gotten herself into this mess by being too kind hearted, by wanting to heal those who would kill her. She had done nothing to cause harm, only to heal, to aid. She had been a fool to do so, and she shifted, her russet hair sliding around her shoulders and her dress bunching up around her waist. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to lift her garment so high to show the wound upon her side, yet to be nervous about flesh being shown was not something that she or her people held to. His last sentence caught her attention though, and her hope. <br><br>"Honor...then are you to be my Knight of some manner?" she asked, her voice a whisper through the air and holding a hint of incredulity. Would he really mean to protect her, going against his Steel Faith for her life? Perhaps he was freer of the bounds of his harsh faith then she had first supposed.&nbsp; <br><br>Blai's breath caught as he touched her thighs, as his callused fingers slid over the satin smoothness of her flesh. Her eyes were trapped in his, their depths burning, she could not hide the desire that his touch, so intimate and sure, stirred within her as her skin began to flicker. Yet he knew not what he did, and it was clear he was disgusted when he pulled back. So it was only her magic that made him want her. With a ragged breath, a sigh of some sort of upset she rolled over onto her stomach, hiding her face against the bed, tears burning from her as they fell. He was repulsed by her, by what she was. She would do well to remember that whenever she thought there was a chance of more between her handsome captor and herself. <br><br>"I will try to put my trust in your honor Sir, but do not fault me for trying to escape on my own. I belong in my home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 00:15:52</strong>
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				Her velvet words were enough to make him melt, but then again he was just another man; Bound by the infusions of all those he considered true and flawless, which she didn't trust. She pardoned him and even vanquished the worry in his bosom if he's mistreated her, for that was never the knight's intention. If service would have allowed, he'd have bowed before her in a gesture of appreciation ... but given the circumstances he only tilted his head and blinked; The maeve would recognize.<br><br><em>"Ye canna hold your Elder's blows, if they order me to death then thee shall do it non?"</em> She murmerred. Her eyes shining the purest gold he's ever beheld, and the way they constantly changed color made him wonder what density she was made of, the pure, or evil? He shook his head impatiently: "My steel has been bound by vows to protect the righteous. It'll strike against both evil and pure ... and if need be, even against those who forged it, for such is the way of the warrior."<br><br>She questioned him if he was her knight, to which the knight cannot reply. Was he really? Sir Edgar Baldwin, commander of the Leviathan garrison, bred to protect Steel to his final breath shall now walk with the kind he has never met before? Would he be her bastion of defense and remain steadfast in times both variable and immoral? The knight did not know. Fate blessed him with crossroads for the first time in his life, and he beckoned to follow his heart. The church shall feel his wrath if they sentence to death even a fae for helping their kind. HIS kind. That shall ease the burden off his conscience, for his heart was pure. <br><br><em>"I will try to put my trust in your honor Sir, but do not fault me for trying to escape on my own. I belong in my home."</em> Was it the look of hurt, or compassion that crossed the knight's face at the mistrust? He did not know what feelings overcame him, but right then and there his fingers prodded at the cuffs and chains, unbinding her. He walked to the door and opened it wide, not caring if any of the men were outside and could witness his actions; For then he walked towards the fae and holding her chin gently in his grasp, kissed her softly,&nbsp; and whispered against her lips. "Fly away, then and never return ... but if you have faith in my honor, then have faith in me ... at least stay till the trial ... " He held her shoulders, yet no more in a captor's grasp. "I'll fight to prove your innocence, and prove on principle you mean no harm, if they persist ... dear maeve, my blade is yours to command." He stared at her, wide eyes while composed yet carried a demeanor of a favour hoping she'll grant him to see if his kind is as feral as made out to be. He deserved to know about any cracks that made his beliefs prejudiced. He awaited her reply. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 06:01:03</strong>
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				She surprised him. That did not surprise her. Fae and human were two such different creatures and he had little to no knowledge of she or her kind. She was of the hidden mysterious of the deep wood, of the high full midnight hour when the moon hung like a beacon in the night. Humans did not often understand things not of their ken, and fae thoughts and such were certainly beyond. The girl shifted upon the bed, her legs rubbing against each other, pale flawless limbs of gleaming flesh, her eyes set on his face as he gazed at her. Was he unsettled by the ever changing depths of her eyes? She had 'eyes of the wind' as her people called them, eyes that showed her emotions if one but knew how to cipher them. <br><br>They flashed to a bright, inquisitive jade at the mention of of the way of the warrior, at his words of righteous. Did he believe her to be so? That would be a refreshing and unexpected change, for most of his kind would never think of a fae as innocent, regardless what circumstances were placed before them. Yet she picked up on his lack of reply, he was torn, he did not know if he could walk the dangerous line between what he was and what his heart and mind prompted him to be toward her. His fae blood called to hers and hers to his. This was going to be a cursed long encounter if that was true. Her lashes fluttered down, hiding her gaze as she listened to him breath, sat in the silence of this moment, bound to his bed by the steel he put his faith in. Would he, could he ever put his faith in the unseen?<br><br>Her eyes peeked at him beneath the sweep of her lashes, taking in the expressions that minutely flashed upon his strong face. Yet nothing could have prepared her for the moment when he undid the steel around her ankle. She flexed her foot, pulling her long legs back into her body, curling in upon herself on the large bed. He made no sense to her. Her eyes flashed a dark, deep navy of confusion for a moment as he opened the door before returning to the brilliant sea blue green that seemed to burn out from her countenance. "You could die for this...." the whispered words were breathed across her lips, dying as he came to her, against her. <br><br>The moment his hands touched her flesh she knew part of her was lost, one could only fight the elemental calling so much. His face lowered to hers, her chin held in his grasp and then his lips slanted over hers gently and she felt as if her very soul leaped and quickened in the moment. A fine shiver worked through her body as his deep voice breathed against the tingling flesh of her lips, her eyes darkening, but staying their natural color. <br><em><br>"Fly away, then and never return ... but if you have faith in my honor, then have faith in me ... at least stay till the trial ... "</em><br><br>He meant those words too, he did, she could sense it as he held her softly curving shoulders in his hands, her eyes fixed on him as her pulse thrummed through her. "I..will stay for you then. But the moment my life is threatened I want you to swear to release me and let me free. If this be a test of your faith in the Steel faith then I shall be curious to see how it goes." A smile of playful impishness flashed across her face as she inclined her head slightly and let loose a sweet, bubbling giggle. "Fae are nothing if not curious Sir. And with my promise to stay, I wonder, should I trust you with my name? When I am free, whether by your doing or your courts decision, I will gift you with that. Though I would like to know yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 02:53:10</strong>
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				Death is but a fickle thing, stranger. It castes no stone against the perpetrator yet it haunts him with the ever bearing guilt of a bottomless pit. Of course, they are not the ones to recognize it right then and there, and though it certainly takes time to even for some beings. But like the fall of curtain, the cloak of existense for every being bears the mark of an end none see it forthcoming. Sir Baldwin smiled when she mentioned he could lose his life in the debacle. What was life and death after all, was it not in his case to dismiss the thought the moment it surfaced when they fought against hordes of the desolate one's inkling? Nay, they all caste the fear aside, and just like what happened then he was willing to put it all aside and forget it. Yet nag him it shall, for none alive can ever dismiss something as strong as pain. But those who still rush forth bleeding and believing, are the ones who should dare to call themselves worthy of a man. But then again he was not to know anything better.<br><br>He smiled and carressed her shoulder, holding them in a firm grasp. It amazed him how lithe she was, and how he can merely crush that bodice in his very hands should he wish to, yet still she was wise for someone so feeble. Nay he was blessed by her presence and by God he'd let everybody know the truth of all that happened tonight. She was helping his kind for Lord's sake so why should the Elder bear her with a mark of shame so deserved for those who go against the steel. "If I die, maeve ... my death shall not be in vain. I'd go fulfilled as I'd have my questions answered and I'd regret being unable to ... to know you better." He spoke, trying to look down so she won't separate the scarlett rising on his cheeks from the tan. He wondered to himself if he's taken such a liking to her that it was now difficult to hide, or mayhap it was merely curiosity since he's never seen a fae before.<br><br>He could only smile when she asked him his name. He stayed silent, sitting at the edge of the bed next to her. And his mind sent him wandering against the sheer irony once more; He began to undo the steel on her hands and as warrior's instinct would have it, he was struck again by the thought if he was doing the right thing. He shoved it aside and kept himself busy. What was after all in a name, and yet it was something that has been deemed powerful by the masses throughout once. He never knew his mother but his father always talked about how she gave him the name which meant both bravery and prosperity. He wondered if this beautiful fae would be able to tell him what exactly happened that they were unable to wound him when he fought but realized it must all come later. For now she was gaining his trust, as he was claiming hers. <br><br>"Edgar Baldwin. My ... mother passed away before I could have witnessed how beautiful her eyes shone when she called out the name she gave me." He kept carressing her, and yet she didn't seem to mind. For of course his intentions were pure in nature. It was more out of curiosity and glee than anything else. He turned around to look at the lamp and was reassured it wasn't what caused the ripple and reflections over her body but something she did. His hands traced from her shoulders to her arms and back again in an attempt to see if he'd catch the ripple and perhaps ... just perhaps, his skin shall change color the same way, it certainly seemed like a magical night.<br><br>"And what is yours, should you feel comfortable to tell me now?" He asked, his eyes still gleaming at her shoulders and arms.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 06:32:45</strong>
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				He seemed unafraid, unworried, about what might lay before him, them. Could a Knight of the Steel Faith in truth guard a Fae Princess? She was not sure, but she would hate to see the light of faith in his eyes die out without something to replace it. Perhaps she could show him the wonder of her people, show him the magic that had to lay within him. He could not call to the light within her if he didn't have an answering element. She gazed up at him, her sea blue green eyes curious, considering and quiet. She could feel his hands hot and strong on her body and it was hard not to melt into him. The firm hold he had on her made her blood heat and her heart race a little, though she tried to keep the light from her skin.<br><br>Her bodice lifted and fell with each breath she took, slow and thoughtful as she stayed still and simply observed him as he spoke. "I would rather that you not die though." A slender hand lifted to touch on his cheek as she gave him a slow, wild smile, showing the untamed beauty of a fae to him. "If they chose to try and harm me, would you go with me as I fled, would you come and be my Champion?" she whispered, offering her temptation to him. For she wanted to take him with her, he called to her, she wanted to claim him hers and give him immortal life. She wanted to know the power of being in his hands, it was a wicked desire, and one she should not have for a Steel Knight. <br><em><br>"Edgar Baldwin. My ... mother passed away before I could have witnessed how beautiful her eyes shone when she called out the name she gave me."</em> <br><br><br>He was poetic. It called to the fae inside her, drawn to all things poetic and beautiful, his nature was so pure, yet edged with the darkness of the warrior. It was not a wonder that she was drawn to him, but she could not be, not yet. Edgar's hands were ceaseless upon her form, stroking, caressing and she weighed him in her large, solemn eyes. "Blaithin is what I called." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 04:59:17</strong>
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				<em>"If they chose to try and harm me, would you go with me as I fled, would you come and be my Champion?"</em> Her question, whilst simple in it's notion carried a profound burden the warrior wondered if he could bear. Here present was the beautiful fae whose kind he didn't know about at all before today, and on the other hand there was a past brimming with principles he chose to protect, prefects he chose to guard, people he agreed to serve till death itself deems him unworthy of any service. <em>Where would you stand now, oh very pinnacle of faith? </em> The voice mocked him. Heretic. Lunatic. Perhaps; But the knight has vowed to protect this beautiful creature, and this vow he'll refuse to break... should even death dare to step in his path.<br><br>He smiles softly at her. "Aye, I'll come with you." Her eyes shone, beautiful... enigmatic... captivating. He did not have to remind himself twice to keep his priorities in check; His desire for the fae was secondary to his vow to protect her. She had chosen him as her champion and that was beyond mere honor for a guardian of masses he was, but never the personal protector of any one being. He vowed to fulfill his obligation, albeit flawed in the eyes of the keepers of faith, but then again it seemed he has learned so much in one night that he could never have even come close to fathom in his entire lifetime. <br><br>She finally tells him her name. As if even possible, Sir Baldwin felt an ever deeper want for her. Earlier tonight she insisted how names can be powerful, and now she shared hers with him perhaps had it's effect on him. <br><br>"What does it mean?" He asks, his fingers crawling in hers as he pulls her hand to his lips and kisses it, more out of adoration than love... for the knight can depict the former out of respect, but the latter he'll have to hold no matter how much he wants her. Hers was the kind that attracted his due to reasons unknown... caused by the delicacy she presented to which she had no control, for this way she wa. 'Faestruck'... The term haunted him yet he smiles at her. If only this moment could last forever, if only the rusty cogwheels of time shall halt... but nay, nature had other plans as dawn was fast approaching. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 05:28:27</strong>
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				She waited in silence for him to react, to deny her question and move on, or to take her body. The attraction fae held for all mortals seemed to be taking hold of him for his hands moved over hers, caressing and learning the shape of her. If only he had felt that pull then she would have been more at ease, but no her body too was rousing to life within the pale skin that held her form and if she were human she would have blushed several times over. Instead Blaithin kept her eyes steady upon him, the luminous pools of the ocean caught made into her gaze, flickers of blue and green moving through them in the dim light of his room. <br><br>He had freed first her hands and then her ankle, the steel blessedly no longer touching her skin and that was a great gift to hold, and then he spoke, her eyes fluttering back to focus on him as he smiled and the expression warmed her body through to the point where she shifted on the bed to try and ease its affect. He had to have fae blood in him, there was no doubt in her mind now, not for him to affect her so, though his words surprised her more then the manner in which his smile struck her and for a fleeting moment the princess just looked at him, wariness gone from her face to be replaced by a shocked expression. "You truly...truly mean it..." She murmured, breathing the words in absent manner, not truly addressing him.<br><br>Blaithin let Edgar lift her hands with his, feeling the caress of his lips against the backs of her hands as whispers of what could come, of the heat that shimmered between them until she could almost taste it upon her lips. Goddess, she was not sure she could hold herself back when his lips touched her, when she felt the emotion behind them, saw it in the dark blue of his eyes. The fae shifted on his bed, instead of back, toward him this time, pressing herself into his personal space. It was the first time she had done other then shrink from him or allowed him to invade her own space, now she fixed him with the full intensity of her gaze as she tried understand the pull of need he had summoned from her.<br><br>A slight flicker of light ran beneath her skin, and she paused, her lips close against his and their faces matched as she breathed his answer against the line of his lips. "Little flower, Champion, my name means little flower Edgar...You have given me more then just a promise for freedom, so I shall gift you with more then merely my name, just once understand."<br><br>And with that she pressed her lips to his, sealing their mouths together even as her small pink tongue swept forward to tease along the line of his lips, to implore him to part them so that she could taste the richness of his mouth, her senses inhaling the masculine power of him, so different from her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 22:32:53</strong>
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				Her eyes were shining again, which was no surprise. She has had pearls sparkling ever since he first set his gaze on her. Such a beautiful maiden, his fae prisoner. As if reacting to his thoughts they changed color again, shades of coral and fire and water. He began to wonder if in this moment did his captive had more power over him, than he had wished to relinquish. Out of respect and chivalry he has undone her bounds, for he didn't wish to hurt her. But if at this present moment should she wish to run away, the steel warrior won't be able to hold her back... maybe in the back of his mind that was what he wished after all, for that way this maeve would be out of harm's way and he can remain answerable to the Elders in the morning, faring against them all by himself. That's okay... the warrior's made a lonesome charge all by himself in the past too, he would not have qualms this time.<br><br>As if to prove him wrong, the fae stepped forth. Plenty of her in his arms. His eyes widened, no woman has ever instigated a response in him like the beautiful creature he was holding. Who allowed him to hold her, so delicate... so frail... such elegance. Mayhap the art of love came naturally to this being, and that won't be a surprise indeed... for she appeared to be made up of everything divine and sublime which the likes of him have never come across.<br><br>Her bodice slipping into his easily. Something about him attracted her as it seemed, however what's a warrior to do should a fair maiden like herself nudge into his arms? Edgar drew back a little when she moved in to kiss, his eyes first wide open, then closed as he found her lips enveloping his. He was rewarded with her love and her carress. Her voice drowned in his head. <em>"...You have given me more then just a promise for freedom, so I shall gift you with more then merely..."</em> and thus it was gone; All he could cherish was the smell of different flowers, golden fields, the fresh scent of pine oak yet only magnified so many times. Perhaps she was right, perhaps there isn't anything at all in his world to describe her grace he was experiencing now. <br><br>His strong arm swung around her, but not before he undid the mail releasing it from his second skin; The defector. He held her affectionately as her lips met his and he devoured them, holding the kiss for as long as it could be held then kissing her back, his lips parted hers and their tongues entwined, he leaned on to her as his other hand carressed her shoulder, enclosing his hand in hers he placed it over her tummy, then out of pure passionate instinct it lowered further and found the apex between her legs, he placed his palm gently... rubbing it. The warrior of steel, the knight and the sacred protector was thus... 'faestruck'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 23:01:28</strong>
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				He tasted of the night sky barren of the moon, of the darkest depths of the world and magic, of things hidden even from her sight, her tongue danced with his and drank in the richness of him, the taste of the deep woods and water so pure and chill it made the teeth ache, of the long waiting wine. All these things she tasted and she shivered, craving them all the more. For if she were the sun itself then he was the moon, the dead of night, the darkest hours before dawn and the very polar nature of their beings drew them together. This kiss was right. <br><br>The fae pressed herself closer into his arm, wanting to feel the firm line of his body against her own, to know the masculine glory of his body against the feminine one of her own, the dualities made this all the sweeter and stronger. Blaithin made a soft sound of pleased approval when he rid himself of his mail; the cursed metal would not burn her flesh, nay but his kiss might well engulf her body in flames of desire. She had started this kiss, both as a test and a gift, giving into her desires, and yet she had not expected the tidal waves of pure need that seemed to have swept them both up until there was no sense left to her world, just the taste of him on her tongue even as his plundered the hot sweet honey of her mouth. The girl trembled in Edgar's arms to feel it, the luminosity of her skin flickering and playing beneath her flesh, as if she had swallowed the moon and it was rising within her skin, a brilliant white light to show her desire for the knight. <br><br>Blaithin could feel his hands roam upon her body, mapping it as he learned its feel and she shivered to feel the caress it only serving to fan the flames of her desire. Inwardly her body clenched, throbbing, the apex of her legs flushing with a damp heat in response to the feel of him holding her so. She whimpered, sweetly, when his hand moved down her body. She should stop this, the princess knew that, dimly, yet it was hard to remember why, why she should deny herself of what felt natural, of what felt so utterly, blessedly right, all thoughts had fled. When his palm pressed threw her dress to rub against her crisp dark brown curls she let out a soft cry into the kiss, trembling as she felt the swollen lips of her sex all but tingle in response.<br><br>She drew back with a ragged breath, breaking the kiss even as she licked the ripe fullness of her lips to savor the taste of him, her green blue eyes flickering as she looked up at him panting softly. "No more..." she breathed the words, hating herself for having to say them. But they couldn't do more, it would go beyond just one moment of folly into something larger and her fate still was undecided. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 01:48:09</strong>
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				She was as delicate and soft as he hoped, perhaps even more. His fingers gently toying with her between her legs, this was the creature who appeared more feminine than any other woman he has been with in his life, but it didn't just end there. She was responsive and courteous; Each soft touch was rewarded with caress of her own, every whisper... every entwining moment was captured and paid in kind. Here was the kind that did anything but not love, and why? Wasn't she the epitome of all sweet and beautiful out there?<br><br>She trembled in his arms like a waterlily and he did his best to maintain his hold over her. They were both pulling themselves back, so careful yet the luminosity of the moment itself was proving to be more of a test than anything else he's ever faced. It only made him wonder has circumstances been different, and was this a better time or place what a magical night this could have been. But then again he'd have never met the likes of her, for her kind doesn't descend in his life everyday. Nay, her mere presence was more fulfilling than he could ever dream of. <br><br>It took sheer will to stop when she murmered those words. His lips were locked over a spot he sought on her neck where he suckled and kissed, feeling the filament respond back as he nourished everything he can lay his hands, lips and eyes on. Two of his fingers rubbing so affectionately between her legs, her legs locking yet still trying to pull away. Hesitantly he stopped, withdrawing his hand. <em>Foolish knight, stupid knight</em>, his mind bickered. He's overstepped the boundaries which caused the beautiful maeve discomfort. Looking into her eyes, he kissed the hand that was caressing her but kissed her again, it was wrong... taboo, but he couldn't stop himself not unless he's taken his fill. <br><br>It seemed almost an eternity passed and when he could no longer taste his own self but her sweet nectar in his mouth he withdrew, lovingly caressing her red curls, his other hand rubbing the shoulder as the knight tried to be as comforting as possible. He knew within a few it'd be dawn and he'd have to don the mask of captor again, until at least the morning where there was some hope she'd be set free. <em>But what would you do then, Sir knight... should she be let go? Would you ask her to stay, would you cling to her like no other?</em> Disturbing questions. He shut off his self and turned to her.<br><br>"Would you like some rest... my lady?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 02:23:30</strong>
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				Goddess it was too perfect, the manner in which is fingers teased against the wet folds of her swollen sex through the diaphanous material of her gown, the way his lips sought out a tender spot upon her neck and suckled the skin there. She let out a soft cry as his teeth and tongue teased her flesh and made her whole body contract with need, unable to silence herself as she arched into his touch for one moment of folly in forgetting. She wanted him, she ached, inside and out for this steel knight and she should not. Blaithin drew in a deep breath even as she turned to look at her, slowly pulling away his hand, his mouth from her aroused flesh; and though she nearly wanted to weep to feel him leave those places she was grateful as well, she could not think clearly, could not remember herself when he touched her so. <br><br>Her skin still flickered with the light of the moon and then his lips were upon hers again and she moaned, sweet and longing into his possession of her mouth, tasting again the night in all its glory, the chill waters of the deepest earth, the raw masculine power that was <em>him</em>. She would never forget his taste, not in all the endless days of her life. The fae liked her lips as he drew away, tasting him upon them even as her breath moved through her body quickly, breasts rising and falling with and she tried to contain herself, compose. It was hard, so hard with his eyes fixed so intensely upon her. <br><br>For lingering moments they sat in silence, staring at each other as she moved backward upon the soft sheets of the bed, back against the pillows and the headboard, hoping the open air between them would lessen the affect that his kiss had had upon her. It didn't. Her body still ached for more, remembering how his fingers had felt through her gown, how his mouth had tasted, how it had worked over her neck and Blaithin thought of his mouth in other, more intimate places. Her glorious eyes fluttered shut for a moment to brace herself, breaking the spell his visage cast. <br><br>"What I want and what I should have or do are far different things sir Knight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 04:31:58</strong>
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				Her eyes shimmered to a pristine green, before changing back to their original colour again. It was no mistake, the maeve was struggling with her feelings as much as he was. Could it be possible that perhaps the knight was struggling for naught? Holding himself chaste and away from her, since that is the vow he took to let all worldly sins remain untrue to him, but something about her he cannot place. She was out of this world, thus he won't defile any values and a warrior of steel he shall remain, her champion he already is primarily. <br><br>He stared at her for a few moments only to move next to her again, the temptation was too pure and her skin perhaps too fair. Before he could proceed further the realization hits him; How soon her hair has changed it's shades as well, maybe that was possible for she was the creature of beyond? He paused and held her curls in his hand, letting the velvet soothe his fingertips. Her russet mane flowing and reacting to his touch as if even it could feel and respond. He shook his head, then without any further wait he lowered himself over her, letting his lips consume hers again.<br><br>There was no time for complications. His presets he has discarded as sheer as they meant naught to him at all. He enclosed his hand in hers again and dived down to kiss her lips. It was evident she wanted him, and he wanted her too... so badly, if only she could tell how much he was willing to sacrifice for her and yet all that was in vain compared to this moment of beauty he was sharing with her now. His right hand caressed her through the flimsy material over her breast as his mouth dipped to suck on that spot again over her neck which he realized she liked. He smelled her in. His tongue darted and he tasted her again, his mind refusing to believe yet what was there in a perception? If this was a dream he'd rather live it for years to come then wake up again...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 05:06:32</strong>
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				She could feel his desire, see it in his eyes, taste it in the very air and it made her tremble; this was a bad idea, such a bad idea that would endanger her safety here. Yet she could only see the night sky in his eyes and remember the taste of the heavens that had come with his kiss. <em>Nay...not to be...</em> And then he was moving forward, caressing her hair, the abundance of her curls spilled into his hands like russet silk though turned darker in the night. She watched, half mesmerized as he caressed it and shivered.<br><br>The fae glanced up at him then, eyes widening in surprise as he took her hands in his again and his lips claimed hers once more. She gasped into it, trying to lift her hands to press against the solid muscle of his chest, to push him away but she had been touched by cold iron and all the supernatural grace of her powers had fled before it. It would take a day at least until she was able to use them again, and so she was left, rendered into only a very beautiful woman beneath the press of a very strong man. Blaithin had never been powerless with a man before and it added fear to the desire coursing through her blood even as his lips took hers. Now there was no doubt in them, just possession, masculine demand and she moaned sweetly, shifting beneath him, trying to break the kiss even as he clung to it. <br><br>A soft cry came again when his hand found her breast through her thin gown, the scrape of his calluses against the soft flesh not missed and making her shiver all the more at the friction of it, making her mind fly to what it would flee like to feel the friction of him within her slick body. <em>Nay, nay....</em> She pressed at him, panting when he broke the kiss and his lips moved once more to her neck; he worked her over like a bard strumming his instrument, knowing just were to kiss and touch, where to press and nip and she trembled even as she whimpered sweetly for him, trying to form the words to deny this. She should have never kissed him, it had been a risk she should not have taken. <br><br>And yet she could taste the night sky on his lips, feel the magic in his touch as it summoned the light into her body once more, she could scent her own desire in the air a musky sweet that surely told him of her wants as well. "Sto....stop....Edgar...we....we can't....oh...oh!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 19:05:46</strong>
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				... And the maeve kissed him back, Edgar descended upon her more completely this time using one hand to balance and shift his weight for she was a small creature and the mass of his muscle he deemed too much for the likes of his fae. His lips grazing hungrily against her not letting go, but only for a few every moment or so to gasp for air he needed. He wondered if she was trying to tell him something, yet his mind refused to acknowledge anything other than pure hunger that was emanating from both of their bodies. <br><br>Her small hand pressed against his chest and he held it in his, pressing it even more firmly... letting her breast go for the moment. This juncture seemed more intimate than any and only when he withdrew to her beautiful throat did he realize she was objecting, trying to pull away some. He looked up at her, his blue eyes blinking against her pristine ones. He had a sagacious look about him he wished she could figure out. He smiles at her, whispering. <br><br>"What dawned upon me a few moments back was the fact how this is the only valid time we have, my lady... what we can share." He paused, a look of sorrow on his face, as he dipped his face over hers, nuzzling affectionately. "My past, and future are thus clouded in mystery, a mold created by a drunk sculptor whose other artifacts were failed endeavours. Yet this night is the time I cannot fight, not anymore. I wish to surrender to... these feelings and your intuitions without having to inhibit ourselves to rules made by a world I stopped believing in, when I realized how beautiful your world is." He looked in her eyes, letting her gaze into his before binding her lips in another deep kiss, letting her dew slip into mouth as he sucked playfully on her lower lip, his whole world in motion... having never tasted something like this before.<br><br>His hand found reprieve between her legs again, caressing and rubbing ever so gently. He withdrew and kissed his fingers out of ardor, and proceed to lower his face between her legs. He smiled when her crisp red curls pressed against his nose, and that made him stay there; Drinking in her musk and letting it linger for awhile longer before he sheepishly darted out his tongue and licked the nub over her lips, his mouth locking over it gently to suck at it as his hands held each of her legs, rubbing them out of pure love and adoration...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 20:02:06</strong>
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				His lips, on they moved over her skin as if she were a feast he wished to devour, tasting, licking, nipping and she whimpered for him unable to help herself even as she struggled to shift backward, away from him somehow. But he had her well and truly pinned between him and headboard, her back against a mound of pillows as her legs shifted restlessly beneath him. This could not happen, but Goddess did she wish it could. The knight's hand wrapped around her's, enforcing the feeling of how delicate she was, how strong he was and how thoroughly he surrounded and overwhelmed her in this moment. If not for the steel that had touched her earlier she could have used her magic to push him off, to break the spell of his hands and lips and voice,&nbsp; even his scent enthralled her senses. If he was faestruck then so was she. <br><br>When he moved back from her neck and breast she panted, inhaling shakily to draw air into her lungs as her glittering sea eyes stared up at him. And then he spoke, his voice deep and strong, another seduction though he perhaps knew it not as they flowed over her and filled her senses in yet another way, what would his voice sound like in passion? Would he growl? Would he urge her on? Her cheeks fired with a blush once more and she berated herself, she should not be having thoughts like that, not when she meant to end this. <br><br>And yet....and yet again he spoke the words of a poet, seducing her all the more, beguiling her so easily as she shifted back against the pillows, wondering if he in truth found her world beautiful and would join her in it or if he spoke those things merely to have her give into him in the dead of the night. It was the darkest hours now, the longest ones before dawn and she confessed to herself that if he were to break faith with what he had clung to his whole life, to the Steel, if he would come away with her into the deep magics and the edge of the reality he had known then she would take him as her consort. But there were no such promises, just the mounting desire and the knowledge that this might well be the only stolen time they had together. If his people found her innocent tomorrow and released her then never again would they touch, he of the Steel and she of magic. <br><br>Blaithin parted her lips to speak, to ask the questions that poised on the tip of her tongue only to be caught again by his lips as he kissed her, possessing her mouth with a gentle thoroughness that left her weak in the knees and quivering beneath the press of his body. She whimpered when his mouth captured her lower lip and suckled up it, the pull seemed to arch deeper into her body until she wanted to wither for the pleasure of it. For the moment she was only woman, female, not fae nor princess nor healer, not when he touched her so. His hand moved betwixt her legs once more and she let out a soft cry into his lips even as he left them, leaving her to pant and tremble, her hands scrambling for purchase, thinking mayhap he would release her now, end the torment of this passion. <br><br>But nay, for her bright eyes caught on the sight of him tasting her upon his own fingers and then his body shifting lower upon the bed where the skirt of her dress had ridden up her long legs to reveal the curls that guarded the apex of them. Edgar lowered himself to her sex and her breath caught in her breast as she forgot to breath for one endless moment before letting out a cry of pleasure at the way his tongue slipped into the swollen folds of her sex and tasted her, the flick of his tongue finding and teasing the pearl of her body, her clit all but singing for him even as she dampened further, fair to soaking, her liquid desire leaking from the depths of her body for him. Her legs tensed, toes curling as she tries to free her legs from his hold upon them tried to shut them to bare him entrance to her most intimate core, sobbing half in pleasure and half in trembling fear of what coupling with him would mean in the end. <br><br>The darkness of him, not evil, just different from her light, seemed to reach into the depths of her body in the dark of the night and consume her, coax her to heights of pleasure she knew she should not stray to. "Please...." the whimper was torn between pleading to stop and not to stop. She teetered on the brink of the knife, so easy to fall into pleasure and passion and forget herself wholly, forget the danger that this bode. "Stop.....we cannae....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 20:32:35</strong>
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				She kept struggling, kept resisting but the knight continued without giving her struggle any due. For tonight his chivalry bowed down to his masculine self. And it was understandable why would the beautiful creature persist on letting go, they did belong to different dimensions. They said once ye tasted and got devoured by a fae ye lose your desire for any feminine presence in the world, ye follow her to the depths of darkness, maybe to the edge of Leviathan itself should her sweet self beckon you, to your demise if ye are lucky, to the harsh depths of another world where no mortal dares to tread, and yet even with knowledge in mind he'd have travelled to any corner had she but mentioned the word. He knew he won't be able to hold himself should she ask him to let her go... see her fly in the golden sky and ascend to the heights which are meant for only the likes of her. <br><br>He sucked a bit more stubbornly and was rewarded with more of her sweet nectar. She was resisting yet her body spoke a tale of it's own, weaved though binds of cotton and silk into a memory that'd be hard to decipher even by the harshest of punishments. <em>No, my lady... it doesn't matter what happens tomorrow and how much they blame me. This beautiful gift I share with you will never be forgotten, this blessing of yours I'll carry with me graciously to grave for nothing has come close, neither anything shall</em>. Laying with a fae was most certainly a crime, how can it not be when everything related to her was counted as a dirge of righteousness against all that's holy and pure? He couldn't have known better, but the knight was never a betting man.<br><br><em>Ye were never a lover as well, oh hypocrite!</em> The voice beckoned again, it was the warrior inside him flaming him for what he's done tonight. Armour he can cast aside, but who can let go the person he was all his life? Bark away, warrior for I heed not you but the scent of roses tonight. Blessed be thy beauty oh noble fae who's delivered me from the affliction of doubt... <br><br>Her lips parted, his lady cried out some more. His hand pressed against her face, putting one finger over her lips to halt her struggle... letting it pour lucidly into her mouth moaning between her folds as her lips lock around his finger. His own tongue darting out and licking at the raw spot, feeling it getting hard with each passing moment. He uses another hand to spread her folds, letting his tongue taste more of her that's inside, the sacred temple of bliss. Worshipping all that needs to be touched and graced. Welcome, me oh altar... for I am thine. He closed his eyes, sucking more frantically... he can never have enough of that sweet honey but he'd try to measure his limits nonetheless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 21:26:34</strong>
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				He was a Knight, her self claimed Champion, and yet he did not seem to honor any of those oaths as he drank from her body and urged her to passions that would consume all that she was. <em>Not to be...not to be...</em> And yet, she could not stop him, not in this moment, not as weak as she was. The princess had never known what it felt like to be powerless before, stripped off of her magic and held captive by a man who was beyond the blessings of good luck attractive. She shifted beneath him and bit down hard on her lower lip to try and keep her whimpers of delight from him, hoping he would listen to her sobbed plea for mercy, for escape. <br><br>Edgar did not though, no he suckled harder, deeper and her body thrummed for it as if lightning struck within her blood and left her gasping and arching into his mouth unable to help her body's response to him. She did cry out then, a sweet high sound, an angel being held in torment she did not truly wish for release from. Her breath came quick and halting even as his finger found her lips, to shush her, to fill her mouth. She moaned and suckled at it, her tongue swirling as she tasted the salt of his skin and felt the power of him move over her again just as she had since they had first kissed. Oh that foolish, errant kiss that would now endanger them both yet he did not care and as the moments fled, fleeting and all to quick through time she found she could not keep her own worries or fears. <br><br>Blaithin arched her hips into his mouth then, for with two of his fingers filling her mouth there was no way she could voice protest, no way to plead with him to stop. Just once, just once, she told herself, just one stolen moment in the dead of the night. Her body was quivering, strung out along the edge of her climax until she could taste that rising pleasure like a honey coating in her mouth along with his fingers that she suckled at, tongue swirling and lapping, teasing at what she could do with other parts of his anatomy. And then his tongue flicked over her clit, the pearl trembling before it pushed into her depths and she she arched with a scream choked by his fingers, withering madly beneath his hands as her peak came and crashed down upon her like a tidal wave. Her toes curled and her skin shone with the brightness of the moon, white and blinding until it began to flicker and she went weak, coming off the high of the bliss of her release to moan soft and panting around his fingers, her body throbbing in delighted rapture; legs weak and parted wide for the male who feasted between them. <br><br><em>Oh...oh no...what have I done?</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 22:25:17</strong>
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				His beautiful fae was getting closer, he just knew it. The way her insides reacted to his tongue, how he kept discovering new places to kiss and touch. It was as if this art of love was consuming him as nothing has done before, but if this was a flame he'd draw and let it savour him. What better than the ardour of love with a beautiful maeve such as herself? He wondered. "Blaithin... " He called from between her legs as his mouth dipped and sucked. "Blaithin... " He called out again, the aura of her name had it's effect on him as well as her for she shivered and shuddered in his arms on the top like none other. He wondered if she'd respond the same as humans do, cry out perhaps? But then again she has done it all during the night, perhaps much better which drove him to this sense of insanity. <br><br>He was getting uncomfortable, the knight required the much needed relief as well but chivalrous or not he still retained the sense of magnitude where he wanted to pleasure the maiden and then take care of his needs. His lower clothing was getting to triflesome, thus in the process while she moaned for more miles away he began to undo his humble coverings and held himself in one hand, providing that much needed touch, sighing whilst his mouth was still enclased over her sex. It didn't take long of course and he can feel her relishing his mouth for all it was worth She began to melt slowly, like a bar of hot, molten butter moderately seething into his mouth, and he did his best not to let any go wasted.<br><br>She was panting, his beautiful fae appeared as if out of breath. He got up and taking her chin in his hand he kissed her deeply, letting her lips mesmerize unto his as he offered her the taste of her well sucked nectar. His other hand still holding his organ as it rubbed against her folds and she flinched, he hesitated then looking into her eyes it became clear. His sweet maeve was a virgin. Smiling, he brushed her hair over her forehead and kissed it gently. Holding himself, he pressed forth very gently letting her confines get comfortable as they become familiar with him and he sought their trust. It took another slight nudge before the resistance paved in and she cried out again, he kept whispering sweet nothing in her ear as he protruded inside gently, beginning to move back and forth at a pace she found agreeable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 23:13:23</strong>
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				Slowly she stirred back again, her breathing thready in her throat as she roused from the stupor of rapture, her sea eyes wide as they fixed on him moving toward her. And then the knight had captured her chin in his firm hand, giving her no choice but to surrender to the mastery of his kiss, the fae trembled at the power that rode within him and moaned sweetly into his mouth, surrendering herself at least that much into his possession. He was so much more, more then just a Steel Knight. She could taste the musky sweetness of herself upon his tongue and lips, it mixing with the heady taste of his own aura and mouth until she could hardly think beyond it. And yet she flew back to herself when she felt something press against the slick entrance of her body, causing her insides to clench automatically in response even as she whimpered in fear and shifted back on the pillows. <br><br>Her throat worked as she stared at him, hoping that he would realize that she was an innocent, that he would not take that flower from her, and yet, the desire coiled inside her body again and she half hoped he would. Oh this was confusing, tormenting. She bit down on her lower lip, her breathing easing as he brushed a kiss to her forehead the gesture was reassuring and made her hope that it meant he would let her go, that he had realized how foolish this all was for both of them.<br><br>But then he was pushing inside her, her body slicked from her climax and his sinful tongue until she let out a cry of pain and lashed out, beating her small hands against his chest to try to make him top, tears gathering in her eyes to spill like diamonds from her lashes. "No...nay....stop Edgar...please!" her voice was a breathless pleading as he pushed deep into her body, so thick and large she was sure he touched her womb and then some. A whimper of pain filled her as her tight virgin body worked to adjust to him, to knowledge she had not yet been ready to take, the tears coursing in droplets down her fair cheeks. But then his voice filled her ears, soft words, caressing and sweet, the type of words a lover whispered to his beloved and she clung to his voice like an anchor as her tears slowed and the whimpers turned from pain to pleasure.<br><br>The slow thrusts of his manhood within her turned from invasion to delight, the friction making her shiver beneath him even as her throat caught on moans and sounds of pleasure, her body arching into him, hands that had beaten against his chest so ineffectively before clinging to his neck to press their bodies closer, her skirt up beyond her waist, bare legs parted wide to welcome him into her body. It may have been wrong, it may have not been meant to be, but it was, it was and oh Goddess she could not help but cherish and savor it, but drown in the waves of passion and pleasure that he sent through her. "E...Edgar....oh...oh Edgar...." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 00:49:49</strong>
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				His beautiful maeve ended up objecting whenever she can, yet he always tried to find a way, any way possible at all... to calm her. It was as if her body was a drug. A phial of liquor that he drank from and now cannot exist without it. He wanted to have her all to function, and he drank to his fulfillment with reckless abandon. His lips finding her again as he kissed them, biting at her lower lip. The warrior in him crying for lust yet still he tried to cling on to his gentle nature as he made love to the fae. Was it possible that the beautiful creature had the ability of turning men into animals when they made love? Sir Baldwin didn't know, he couldn't say but all the things that were happenings, and all that took place tonight was not his ideal behaviour. <br><br><em>You're a man, born to breed and savour whatever lays in your warrior path, mortal</em>, He tried to block out the voice. It was a lie, he was a knight and he valued himself more than mere thief or a gambler, he protected the weak and always did his best to safeguard the poor. <em>Aye? And thus a wonderful job you're doing now...</em> "Silence!" He wailed, as if that's help to calm his spirits taunting at him again, and if it was possible he startled the fae even more than before as she squirmed against his body, maybe out of desire and want as well? He could not say. <br><br>He gradually increased his pace, his upper body arched as he kissed her lips over and over again tilting his head to a side. He wanted to devour all of her at once. His head bowing down sucking on her nipple as he flicked out his tongue encircling it deliciously, not caring much for her flimsy fabric that tried to guard her from himself. He heard her cry out his name and that excited the human even more as he began to feel himself gaining more momentum. His manhood he buried repeatedly in her scorching flames, yet her soaked insides welcomed him, pulsing around him like beads in a summer night. He moaned, locking his forehead with hers and began to feel the moment drawing to a close. His lips engulfed hers in fire as felt himself release inside her finally, drawing to a close. He wrapped his arms around his fae and hugged her tight, his rationale` returning to him in segments yet he tried to discard his thoughts, only she mattered for the moment, his maeve... his Blaithin.<br><br>***<br><br>He watched from outside, his mouth covered with a hand as he gazed in horror. Ludicrous. Fatal. Blasphemy. The elders will not take kindly to the shadow of the creature over their commander!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 07:02:44</strong>
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				He took her, possessed her with each spearing thrust into her depths and she cried out in pleasure for it as the pain eased and the fear faded from her mind until all there was was him, his phallus moving within her and his lips taking her own. When Edgar bit down on her lower lip she jerked and moaned sweetly for it, the painful pleasure sending a jolt through her body that only added to the passion already building. Her legs tensed, as did her whole body as she rocked up into him, lost to him. She had never thought to be bedded like this for her first time, images of candles and flower petals, of tender kisses and slowly working toward the taking over hours, not kisses stolen in the dead of the night by a knight of the Steel. And yet she would not alter one thing, that she knew.<br><br>The princess whimpered for him, her body tightening within, coiling with the bliss that hovered once more like a taste upon her tongue, heady sweet honey mixing with the night sky and the depths of the forest that was the Knight's taste. Her Knight's. Blaithin jerked beneath him when he cried out one word, assuming her spoke to her, to her protests, or perhaps to her whimpers and such, her eyes gazed up at him nervously for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. <br><br>Yet he claimed her lips again and any thoughts of fear or wrong doing faded once more, pulled away by the waves of desire and pure raw need that coursed through her body with each thrust of his shaft into her core. Her legs lifted, wrapping around him to take him deeper, her sheath slicked and all but leaking with her desire for him, the muscles of her inner walls like a glove fitted only for him. And he held her, so tightly, bathing her in that pure desire, in the love that should not have been until she cried out once more into his lips and screamed with her release as it stormed through like a storm in the midst of the wildest winter, ripping her very being asunder and remaking her, making her his. His. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 02:11:32</strong>
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				Edgar laid on his back with Blaithin in his arms, the thought finally dawned upon how he made love to this creature moments ago and how this was one experience that would never be sated by a human touch. His hand around her held her close. He held what was his protectively as if he'd stand against hell itself should she come romping on his door. For tonight was the night he had learned about deceit and the deceitful. The naive and naivety itself. About faith and blasphemy. The occurrences of the day ran through his mind like a piece of glass reflecting the shimmer of moonlight. How much he learned, how much she taught him. Before today he always thought nothing could stand against the might of steel, how everything bows in servitude towards the blade and talon but he couldn't have been more wrong.<br><br>Blaithin taught him compassion. She showed him what worlds are out there and how nothing lasts forever. How much one can try to give and yet ask for nothing but the beauty of the goddess, for such is the way of the blessed. She moaned and cooed in his arms and yet all the Knight could do was brush her hair, and massage the back of her ears gently as he laid lost in thought. A few moments later he smiles at her, and pulls her in an embrace pressing her close to himself. "I want you to know that no matter what happens tomorrow, it doesn't matter whether you stay or not Blaithin... I'll forever be your Champion and yours alone, for I cannot serve what appears tainted in blasphemy and lies." He paused for a second, trying to ascertain that he can lose the mask of sorrow not to trouble her much.<br><br>"I want you to understand that I don't blame ye for what happened tonight, and all I'd ask in return is that you not blame me as well. My beliefs, and lack of are thus my own problem which I'd have struggled with sooner or later. But a beauty like yours I shall never come across again, I can assure you that the night we spent will be a night worth remembering for the rest of my life, whilst you'll be flying in the skies happily when you are set free. Yet should that moment seem afar I'll fight to my last breath to restore your freedom, that's a vow I take with you in my arms, the most sacred than any sepulchre or holy stone." He pressed his lips against her head and closed his eyes, as he listened to her and drifted off slowly. Nobody would have known that tomorrow fates shall take a drastic turn... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 04:27:40</strong>
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				Air was dragged into her burning lungs for she had forgotten how to breath with his lips upon hers, with his body within hers leaving the fae feeling quiet light headed. Her long eyelashes fluttered open and shut as she came back to herself slowly, pieces of her fitting back within her skin that had been thrown out, flung with the force of their passions until she shivered slight, feeling the chill of the night caress against her flesh. Her dress felt all too sheer, and the skirt of it was damp from her climaxes; which drew a furious blush to her cheeks as she realized the fact of it. She had never thought herself to be one who would give way to the sway of pleasure, at least not to this degree, she was a collected healer, not a nymph. Yet in his arms she had been made mere woman. <br><br>Resentment flickered within her then, even as he drew her into his arms closer, for she remember how he had not heeded her words, how he had ignored her and used his strength to keep her with him, against him. Yet even as it birthed it died, for the passion that had come from it could not be denied, no their fate had been sealed the moment she had been fool enough to lay her lips against his. It was her own fault. Blaithin could only pray that the Goddess would watch over them and ensure it would not demand to high a price. The russet haired girl curled into his hold, laying her head upon the Knight's bare chest with a soft sigh, it was soothing to lay so and have his hand brush over her hair, tease at her sensitive ears and just hold her. His words though, again he was her warrior poet, wooing her heart even as he had her body. <br><br>The princess glanced up at him with heavy thoughts in her eyes, but hope as well even as her fingers softly touched his cheek and she felt her magic softly begin to gather in around her once more. He had healed her, in an odd way, at least a little bit. "I do not blame you Edgar....now rest Champion, there is nothing more to do tonight...." Yet even as she willed her magic to steel over him and drag him into sleep she knew she would never be free of him, for what they had done was not a light thing. She did not know what the morrow would bring but she feared, a taste of foreboding surrounding her as she slipped into a fitful slumber herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 02:51:08</strong>
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				He woke up to the sound of chicken clucking and the soft feel of a beautiful angel plopped against him. He rubbed his eyes and tried to determine the time of the day; Life was just beginning for the Leviathan garrison frontier as it could be told from the hushed whispers of soldiers and ordinary folks alike. Trying to shift as calmly as possible, the Knight tried to make sure he wouldn't wake his beautiful maeve while he donned his clothes. Of course, he wasn't much of a person to register should somebody observe him differently or watch him too closely; that was the way the weak reacted when they cannot approach even when he kept himself friendly among the soldiers. And this was the primary reason why he didn't think much as his troops watched him closely as he began to splash water over his face.<br><br>All the time Sir Baldwin had to make sure he kept one eye at the door where the fae slept, he had made sure his orders were spread and understood the night before that nobody was to approach the prisoner before having permission from him. He wondered to himself if a part of him knew about the events that were about to unfold, whether he could feel it inside... but then again he was a mere mortal. He had spent the entire day toiling and thinking deep about things that were not spoken about and the arrival of this creature made so many things clear. He was aware sooner or later he'd have to wake her and prepare her for the journey ahead. The town was only a few miles away, and if he could have it he'd rather ride with her on his steed than walk in shackles like a prisoner, for he had already passed his verdict, who cares about those fools...<br><br>At this he closed his eyes and wondered again if he called the Elders' 'fools'. As if it emanated from him, his secondary Captain approached and looked at him briefly. The Knight looked back at him, as before... a part of him confirmed Blufgen was aware of the situation. They looked into each others' eyes before Edgar began to make his way back to the fae when he was stopped by him.<br><br>"My Lord!"<br><br>"I am alright, Captain. At ease."<br><br>"But Lord, thee... thee spent the night in the fae's presence!"<br><br>Edgar looked at him, his eyes staring deeply without flinching. "Choose your next words very carefully, Captain."<br><br>Blufgen looks away, making a humble bow out of respect but this was not over. He'd expose his traitor of a commander if that's the last thing he does, for now all that remained to be done was have a word with the men. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 19:19:46</strong>
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				She had come awake in slow degrees at first, stretching out her lithe form upon the bed that felt rather mundane and odd beneath her, yawning softly in a manner that stretched her lush lips apart and flashed her even white teeth. Her oceanic eyes gleamed in the sunlight that poured through the windows, hands questing downward to touch the foreign feeling blankets and sheets that were carefully pulled over her reposed form. Where was she? Her hands touched beneath the blankets, at her thin gown, feeling the tear in its side, the ache just below her ribs from where the metal tipped spear had entered her body.<br><br>The human settlement, that was right, she had come to heal and been hurt.<br><br>"...Edgar...." his name fled her lips like a soft prayer even as Blaithin pushed herself upward on her arms, glancing around the room in search of the Steel Knight who had guarded her and taken delight in her body. <br><br>But Edgar was not within the room's confines, likely gone to tend to some duty as the Commander here. The fae brushed back her long russet hair, a gleaming rich brown color that flashed red and golden in the sun, setting off her changing eyes, her fingers weaving through the thick mass of hair to braid it back from her face at least for the moment. She tilted her head back to bask in the sunlight that poured through the window, brushing out her gown and frowning in concentration as she touched the tears in the material. A few hours rest free of the metal that poisoned her and she could touch her magic again, she called it to her slowly, mending the tear in her gown and altering it slightly, changing it from a simply gown to something more fitting her station. If she was to meet the Elders she wanted to look the part of the fae princess, and to have some protection. She pulled recklessly, pouring her power into the dress only to collapse weakly back against the bed, panting, when she was finished.<br><br>Now the gown was the same blue green of her eyes, flashing with color and altering slightly when one looked at it. The bodice was tight until just below the flare of her hips, then it gave way to three layers of thin, sheer skirts, made of no earthly material but spun of the sunlight and the ocean itself. She had summoned willowisps to adorn it, trailing flashing lights in the midst of her skirts and pearls accented the bodice itself, her sleeves long and trailing, again sheer, showing clearly her elegant limbs. And best of all it was spun from water and sunlight, no fire would consume her while she wore it, so they could not, at least, burn her to death. <br><br><em>Edgar.....where are you?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 22:30:40</strong>
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				Edgar returned, but he was still unable to settle himself down. Blufgen spoke true, and there was mistrust in his voice so he knew somebody somewhere is going to make a move and perhaps before the day draws to a close the Knight might be forced to fight at two fronts. His men deem him corrupted for some reason... but why? Did they see him with the maeve last night? He couldn't say, but then again he was not paying any particular attention to anybody other than the fae, for she was a package of jewels and nectar Sir Baldwin thought he can never get enough of. Suddenly it dawned to him maybe he has left her defenseless all by herself, for the least he could have done was woken her up, before he so ruefully made his way outside. <br><br>Stupid knight... silly knight. He kept muttering those words and kicked the door open yet all his worries seemed to dissipate the moment his eyes made contact with her; For there she lay propped against the pillows under a satin sheet, just the way her Champion left her. He raised an eyebrow with a soft smile on his lips as he gazed quizzically at her new dress. She appeared to be royal, a beautiful maiden-of-court who belonged to another realm where his kind can never have access to, and that once again drove his thoughts towards dread; He can only wonder what they would decide at the trial thus every aching hour felt like a whisper hastened against time which he ached to hear. But all can wait, for now he had to escort his maeve safely.<br><br>"Are you ready?" He spoke, his voice firm yet not inquisitive. The thoughts in his mind already brimming with rebuttals he can present, how he'd fight to defend her honour; with or without blade. <br><br>She accompanied him outside and the men stared hungrily at her again. Foul beasts that reek of impurity from each pore. He felt disgusted but Edgar had to think clearly.<br><br>"Milord! The creature is not shackled!"<br><br>"Silence, Blufgen."<br><br>"But the protocol dictates... "<br><br>"Would you care what protocol there is if this was your wife or sister or mother?" The Knight approached him, staring deep in his eyes. "She is somebody's daughter, someone out there is related to her... how would you feel should somebody be marching your mother out in shackles for a transgression she didn't commit... hurt she didn't cause?!" Edgar's eyes blazed and Blufgen looked at the soldiers quietly. The Knight withdraws, and mounts his steed... helping his fae in the process and making sure she was comfortable. They made their way slowly... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 02:11:54</strong>
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				When Edgar entered the room she pushed herself upward on the bed, looking up at him with the shifting blue green of her gaze, eyes that were wide within her face even as her hair rippled down around her, the russet gleaming in the sunlight that invaded the bedroom. At his question she nodded, not giving him a voice she did not quiet trust herself; it was one thing to trust in his words in the dead of night, to promise to entrust her fate, her life to him. Yet the very real risk of death that lay before her made her fear in her immortal soul, she was of the magic and the wilds a creature never meant to see death and yet she faced hers now. For him. <br><br>She gave him her hand and drew herself to her feet, the glimmers of her gown shifting around her and accenting her feminine form glad for the gown and its beauty for it was her own sort of armor in the battle she would face. The Elders. At his side she ghosted along outside of the quarters and into the sunlight, she kept her head tilted downward, her gaze upon the floor, she did not want to seem threatening to any of those who saw them and yet even as she basked in the feel of the golden sunlight that poured down upon her she feared the clapping of shackles back around her wrists. It would burn her, like a flame. <br><br>And she could feel the stares of the men, hot and heavy, digging into her skin and wishing to devour her even as they would denounce her. She knew what her fate would have been without Edgar's interference, they would have used her body, raping her until she was broken and bleeding and then slain her. Blaithin wanted to shiver, to shy into Edgar, but he was wearing his mail once more and they were before his men, she couldn't. The princess had only herself to rely on. <br><br><em>"Milord! The creature is not shackled!"</em><br><br>When that voice rang out she did lift her head, going from subservient woman to a goddess of old in all of her glory, her oceanic gaze pinning the man who had spoken for a long moment. She let him see the wilds in her eyes, the great magics he would never know. She shared with him for a moment a glimpse of the world he blocked away from himself and what she truly was. He should be ashamed, she was more alive then <em>he</em> would ever be. Faith or no. <br><br>Sir Baldwin's words surprised her though, the conviction beneath him, he truly had meant he would be her Champion and so she gave him her hand to help her mount upon his horse, curling into his body in a way that kept her close to him but would not give away any information of her trust of the man, nor press her against the metal that would steal her magic and breath. "I thank you....you spoke the truth last night. I am proud to know my Champion." she offered him the quiet words before lapsing into an uneasy silence. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 05:52:52</strong>
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				They rode quietly, him and his party - The sacred followers of Steel who refused to believe in any other faith, according to whom even a mention of something else would be blasphemous and thus be punishable by the fires of hell itself, till one is scorched clean and taken to the abyss which resides for their soul. There was so much on Edgar's mind as they rode. The council was made up of arrogant, old men who sat in their homes while he and his kin shed their blood on the frontlines in the name of their divine ancestors. It was said to fall in battle was to convene the message of bravery personally to the Almighty, but the knight had his doubts about that long before his Blaithin even stepped in his life. The old made decisions, whilst the youth paid in scarlet and red... fair trade, some insist.<br><br>Blufgen took point, and Edgar acknowledged it. His right hand slightly tapping against the longsword as it became evident they were breaking formation. Why, he could not say, but it didn't take long to find out as several of his soldiers followed suit and blocked his path. Edgar slowed his steed down to a trot and moved sideaways. He kept on moving, his expressions cool as if it didn't effect him at all. However, to bring his mount to a stop would actually mean he registered their animosity. <em>Hang in there, my maeve...</em>, his eyes now fixed on Blufgen. <em>The rest didn't matter... silence the alpha, and the remaining mutts follow suit,</em> some lessons you never forget. <br><br>"We can't allow thee to move any further, Lord."<br><br>"Thou have been corrupted by the hands of evil itself."<br><br>"Aye, and thus one who has been possessed is not to be called a leader... but replaced and dragged where he must face trial for heresy."<br><br>They spoke like honoured men, Edgar shook his head. When fury ran rampant, honour had nothing to do with either faith or blasphemy... and they called him a heretic. <br><br>"And one who dares to mutiny is not to be called a protector of Steel, or have you already forgotten that lad?" He got off the horse, petting the steed's muzzle and stared back at Blufgen. "Regardless of the fact whether I've been possessed or not your duty is to still serve under me, 'tis the job of elders to prove me wrong... not of ye." Blufgen looked at him disgusted, then stole his eyes at the fae again, panting. Edgar's voice boomed, "My duty is not only to Steel, but the lode of justice. My task is to escort this woman safely where her fate would be decided." He looked in Blufgen's eyes, and focused his stare in the deep blue of his, "I don't have to inform you, my honour dictates I cut down any in my path who dare to intercede." He knew there wasn't much time, his right hand was lightly petting the hilt of his longsword when Blufgen charged at him. <br><br>The Knight cut him down in one fell swoop, Blufgen laid on the Earth shuddering... he looked back at his fae and regretted instantly she had to witness death, but this had to be done for her sake. <em>Rest assured, my Blaithin... I won't let them near you.</em><br><br>The remaining party appeared stunned. There was no time to waste. "Either engage me, or be gone ye raggedy arse braggarts... for I won't won't spare the lot of thee!" They rode away, slowly dissipating against the grey of the mountains on the otherside. Blood spoke louder than lust. The Knight managed to look at the fae and smile, he wasn't proud of what happened... but he tried to calm her with an emotion God blessed both men and fae alike; Compassion.<br><br>He chose to walk as they approached the council chambers. It was time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 23:57:01</strong>
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				There was a quiet sort of unease, of danger that hung around them all and Blaithin could only pray to the Goddess that it would not end up costing anyone's life to settle it. Such fickle things, the world, mortal's actions, and her own, how foolish had she been to think she could tarry in mortal lands, regardless that she had been healing, helping, and not get caught. Not be injured. Her magic flickered around her now, only to her own sight though, the mortal men could see nothing, especially not weighed down as they were with the Steel of their faith and their armor. So much the pity, that they cut themselves off from the wonders of the world and yet anything on her part to help them see the truth of the glories their minds denied them they would kill her, cut her down. Instead she stayed silent, her hands folded neatly as she kept her back straight and yet relaxed into the arms of her self proclaimed champion; her eyes focused on the otherworld as she let the magics dance against her and her faerie gown.&nbsp; <br><br>Almost healed, almost free from the poison of the cold metal in her blood. The wound in her side still ached but it was dull now, thankfully and her body was distracted with the aches of Edgar's love making, of the coupling that should not have happened but was doomed to from the moment her lips touched his. Did she regret it? No, she couldn't, not to feel the pure wonder and poetry that it was to lay in his arms, but it had been wrong, dangerous. The guilt for it would linger with her the princess feared. <br><br>The men moved strangely then and Edgar was steering his horse in an odd manner, though she didn't tilt her head to look up and back at him, didn't break from the serene composure she had assumed. She didn't want to cost him attention, to worry him. Yet fear lingered in her, for all these men carried weapons that could kill her, so easily. Swords of steel, both in faith and in metal physical origin. <em>I do not want to die, please Goddess hold me in your hands...</em> The words of the second to Edgar, the man who had been so angry earlier broke through her prayer, drawing her gaze, the ocean caught in sunlight reflected there back at the man, full with wonder and mystery and yet sorrowful.<br><br>She knew that he would try to kill Edgar. <br><br>Because of her, the 'hands of evil', the unknown, the mystery. These men feared her so feared their commander for he had known her, understood her nature. A sigh of weariness caught in her breast as Edgar moved from the horse, her own hands gathering the reins in silently; would that she could alter this, save it. Her magic flickered around her but it was not enough, nor even if it was would they welcome it. <em>Foolish, foolish humans...</em> She hated them, in that moment, for she had not harmed anyone at all and yet she was evil. She had been healing, and these men would kill her, kill those that protected her. How would the parents of the four year old boy she had healed the day before feel to know the reason their son was alive, their only child, was about to be killed or put to trail and then killed? She shouldn't have stayed. <em>Foolish humans? Nay, foolish fae...</em><br><br>The voices of the men filled her ears, portents of what was to come, of things she could not pause, the eyes of Edgar's warriors, hot and yearning upon her. They feared and reviled her and yet they desired her to bow to them, to be theirs; how odd, that they should kill what they did not understand even as they wished to break it and make it theirs. But then that was a male thing, even among the fae she was sad to say males could be as such. And then it was happening, Blufgen storming forward, her champion meeting him and swords flashing, blood spraying into the sunlight, sinking into the earth to soak it and alter it even as the assalter's body slumped to the ground as well. The Mother would welcome him back into Her arms and mayhap in his next life he would not reject Her mercies in favor of Steel. Mayhap. <br><br>Blue eyes, bright and pure though those of a tormented man for what he had to do gazed at her, her champion, her Steel Knight, and she met them steadily, blue green iris's bright and unending in depth. She dropped her gaze down to the ground as he focused on the other men and she inhaled deeply even as her russet hair shifted around her, a curtain of fine silk as he came back to her. "I am sorry." the words were a mere whisper and perhaps he did not hear them, but she was a healer, as he was a warrior and she was sorry for the blood shed, for the death, for the negative aspects of all of this. And yet it bound their natures all the closer, for how different they were how could they not be suited, meant. Fate was a fickle, cruel mistress at times. <br><br>Blaithin stayed silent upon the horse as he guided it, walking at the mount's side toward the Council hall and she lifted her head, eyes focused upon the sky, her hidden wings aching to be freed, to leap into the sky above and vanish, to leave behind all mortality and touches of it. But she had promised to stay and so she glanced down at Edgar instead, keeping the word she had sworn as she waited for his hands to lift to assist her down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Strength of Steel (Starring Gilead and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 19:09:13</strong>
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				The council was gathered by the time Edgar reached the altar, and why shouldn't they? There were daily matters to be discussed. People to be imprisoned and sentences carried out which his fellow warriors of Steel would follow to their last breath. He stole a look and watched the beautiful fae staggering behind him. He held her hand in his and pressed it firmly, his deep eyes looking unto hers as he tried to reassure her everything would be okay, but this didn't last long. Strong hands grabbed the maeve and pushed her towards the deep enclave of rocks where all accused make a stand. The knight almost growled under his breath, she didn't deserve to be there. She was pure as the sheer moonlight herself, and to put someone of her stature, nay to <em>force</em> someone like her over those ragged stone steps was wrong, but he had to watch his temper. He had to make sure this goes smoothly and maybe... just maybe, justice will be served, the council will prove its wisdom and he will ride his fae back to the garrison where she'd fly away forever... he grit his teeth and waited.<br><br>“I can see the accused is not shackled, present yourself Sir Knight and explain!” The voice boomed. These were the renowned men of the council; Haughty. Arrogant. Vengeful.&nbsp; To make an enemy out of them was to face the wrath of the whole Leviathan Empire. He will have to be smart. He would make a stand, and should the circumstances warrant... he'd even fight for innocence.<br><br>Edgar nodded and stood up; perched directly in front of the maeve he faced the council after making a humble bow.<br><br>“Councilmen, the fae is not a threat... thus she is unshackled.” Their brows furrowed. It is said that love and beauty conquers all but what can quench the undying thirst of a race based on ideals of greed?<br><br>“Thy duty as a knight and protector of thine people dictates ye should address any threat, no matter how remote! Especially if it be creature foreign to our eye, verily thou can’t judge how safe thee art in their presence, is it not?”<br><br>“My duty as a man of steel tells me to offer respect to all women and children. No matter what race they art and where they may hail from.”<br><br>A whisper went amongst the people. An audience made up of spendthrifts and beggars alike who had nothing better to do with their time than attend the trial of a fae caught by the knights of Steel. He looked at them, not pleased... there was a bigger crowd than usual, word spreads fast and the mention of a beautiful foreigner caught by the guards brought a plethora of riffraff he’d have done much better without.<br><br>“How dare you question the word of this council?!”<br><br>“’Tis not the word I question, but the ideal itself; We are men of prudence. We believe in chivalry and faith... what do we gain by marching a woman that didn’t harm us in the middle of the city like this? What do we know about her kind, and should we disrepute ourselves by engaging in something like this?” He pointed, his voice becoming louder with each word he takes...<br><br>“Blasphemy!” The voice went within the crowd and they started shouting... Edgar’s hand slipped to the hilt of his sword, his fingers tapping against it as he stole a look at the fae... her eyes shining. <em>Hold on, Balithin... trust me. Believe in me...</em> He murmured to himself...<br><br>The council nodded, turning their attention to the creature, to his Blai. "Fae. Explain thyself. What brings thee here amongst the men of Steel, and what manner of work are ye about?"
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