Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion & Wistful Dream]
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				Title: <strong>Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 07:09:28</strong>
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				Dawn was breaking slowly over the land, she could feel it in her bones, see it ever so slightly as she perched high in the boughs of a mighty oak, high in the air. But then no Tayledras had ever had reason to fear trees or heights, not when their birds flew so high in the skies. In the gray of the world before the sun's rays she could see the figure of her gryfaclon, Numir soaring on the currents. She could feel his heartbeat within her own breast, strong and sure, and she let her eyes close, letting go of her own thoughts to connect with him and soar through the morning air, feeling as he felt for a glorious moment. She loved their connection, indeed it was partly her pride at her skill at sinking into the bond that had her up so early.<br><br>Ravenrose was a young woman, only sixteen years had passed since the Vale had welcomed her birth, and she was clearly one of what outsides called the Hawkbrothers. Pale golden skin and close fitting, simple brown and green clothing, she was dressed like a scout, which was all that most outsiders saw, if they were even lucky enough to see that. Numir veered, banking to the left, having spied a sparrow that would be his breakfast and Ravenrose pulled back into herself, her hands pressed into the bark of the tree. With a shake of her raven hair she started the process of swinging down the oak, one limb at a time, flipping at times, humming to herself as she treated it like a dance. She was certainly elegant enough, and her emerald green eyes glowed with the simple delight that came from living, from being out in the hush of a new day, left to herself.<br><br>She was not overly introverted, not normally, easily fitting in with her people in most moments, but she liked her quiet moments, the solitude she sought, long hours spent with Numir. The sixteen year old flipped herself off the last branch, showing off to the empty air and landed like a giant hunting cat, graceful and braces on her feet and hands before she raised to her full height in a supple motion. She was not as thin as some of her peers perhaps, more curvy in form, but she still had all the unearthly grace of her kind. A lightly tanned hand tucked a stray midnight lock behind her ear, and she started to walk, her soft soled boots making hardly any sound as she wove her way over the ground, nearly dancing. She bent as she reached the trunk of the tree she had used as her perch, gathering her bow and quiver, swinging them over her back and across her shoulders before she set off back toward the Vale, the Heartstone and home. There were rumors of a Herald coming today and she was curious, if shy at moments, and so she planned to try and catch a glimpse of the white clad stranger. She could feel Numir's humming pleasure over his breakfast, and she shook her head, thinking of the flat bread and honey she would break her own fast with. <br><br>Just as she reached the boundary the giant raptor called over her head and she threw up her right arm, already covered with a brace to let him land, her feet spread to brace herself. Numir was a glorious, though large bird, a beautiful white gryfaclon. "Hello my love..." she cooed at him tenderly, her free hand going to caress his plumage as she stepped through the boundary and headed to her small home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 07:19:49</strong>
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				Indeed, there was a Herald arriving this day. In fact, he had just broke into the line of sight that had been vacated very recently by the young Tayledras woman. The graceful clapping of hooves to the marked path slowly grew louder as the Herald approached on his Companion. This elegant creature was slightly larger than a normal equine, muscles rippling beneath pure-as-snow white fur that glistened in the rising sun’s rays. The ones that managed to peek through the thick forest of trees. It’s eyes pierced with a deep azure hue, somewhat whimsical in nature, but seemingly supernatural in every regard.<br><br>The man atop the strikingly beautiful mare rode her with a weathered expertise. He too was decked out in formal White riding clothes. He kept such a set for when he entered each Vale, to be presentable and and equally striking. His height was not truly apparent, but a good judging would place him well over six feet. He held no reins while riding the mare, relying on the trust and bond they had established for well over a decade. Experienced he was, rugged he looked in the face, but still quite young and attractive he was. Dusty brown locks were cut in a normal way that did not signify anything but true normalcy. There were light scars across the entirety of his face, obviously from years of service and life in a harsh environment. But the most striking attribute to another’s sight would be his very eyes. They were pure, solid grey in hue, as if the roiling thunderheads came with him.<br><br>There was another oddity about this Herald and his Companion. They were not alone. A second majestic beast trotted side-by-side with the mare and her rider. This one was a bit larger, obvious to be a stallion. His sapphire eyes sparkled with a sense of purpose, rather opposite from the female’s whimsy-induced gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 07:37:36</strong>
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				The blackhaired young woman reached her small home, a simple affair, for she enjoyed simplicity, only what was needed and not much more, and took the smiled happily, up into the welcoming depths of the tree she had chosen, it was beautiful and it felt right. Ravenrose lifted and launched Numir into the air, knowing he would take the entry through the window and land on the perch for him inside before she herself took the stairs up into her quarters, still humming softly to herself as she crossed the threshold, her forest colored eyes sweeping over the tidiness of her living space, thinking of her father, who had been a scout and all that she had learned from him. His simple taste reflected in her own, indeed much of her life choices did, at times even her focus on proving herself skilled, special, he who did everything so perfectly so easily. A sigh parted her lips as she picked up the flat bread she had left out and a bowl of honey, thinking of her father was discouraging, she would never gain his approval, not truly. She was female, he had wanted a son.<br><br>It would have been bareable, almost, if she had been slender, able to hide the fact that she was female as she grew older, but the delight of her childhood years had passed as he realized she was a young woman, eleven and he had left her on her own. It had been a shock to her system, and five years later she had still to garner anything then passing pleasantries from him. The girl sank down into the chair at her table, her fingers breaking the flat bread into pieces and dipping it into the honey, she ate because she had to, not particularly because she was hungry. Numir roused, on his wooden perch, letting out a odd call, almost as if he were speaking to someone and she glanced at him, frowning and curious. <em>What is it?</em> But he didn't answer her. Ravenrose rolled her eyes to herself, resigned to the stubbornness of males and finished her breakfast before rising to move toward her bedroom. She couldn't greet a Herald, regardless of the fact that he wouldn't notice her in the crowd, in scout clothing, that would get more frowns, and she wanted very much to be a proper young Tayledras. Instead she stripped out of her forest gear, sliding into a gown of deep verdant green that clung to her figure, with delicate silver outlines of leaves stitched into it, the bodice hugging her torso, the skirt flared by clinging and sleeves trailing and long. Still somber, still of the forest, but more outlandish. Her long hair was left unbound, a waterfall of midnight black and she replaced the arm brace for Numir before clucking her tongue at him, instructing him to follow her as she departed to go to the Heartstone, where the others would gather to welcome the Herald.<br><br>She wove her way through the trees, nodding her head politely and smiling softly where she was hailed, responding in dulcet tones to them, yet not pausing, lingering overly much with anyone until she got closer. Then she got hit from behind in a hug, arms wrapping around her torso and a giggle burst from her lips, the somberness that had clung to her for the morning breaking as Silversong embraced her. "Hello to you too imp..." she teased, squirming out of the fourteen year old girl's arms, only to back into Shadowfire, the girl's older brother, who took the moment to swoop down and lay a kiss on her cheek, his blue eyes holding a wealth of heat. He was, after all, nineteen and had been flirting with her for years. Her cheeks pinked as he smiled at her, a gamine grin of confidence masculine arrogance. "Hello little flower, you are looking lovely." "I saw her first, go kiss someone else brother!" Ravenrose turned her attention gladly back to Silversong, making herself laugh. She was still a virgin, not wanting to mingle with anyone least her father grow angry with her choices, always second guessing herself in his eyes. "You know you always come first silly, now have you seen the Herald yet?" <br><br>"Yes!" The blond haired teen swung her arm, pointing to the east, toward where she herself had crossed the boundary not long ago, and she could see him, her sharp eyes picking out his figure as a hush fell over the Tayledras's, watching and wondering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 08:01:49</strong>
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				Herald Trae had broken circuit at the persistent behest of Kayland. The male Companion had vehemently made sure that he came along with the Herald and his own Companion, Dwayna, this time around. Trae had purposely broken circuit to go where Kayland suggested they go. Dwayna and he had had conversations about what was going on. Despite her lack of definitive words to him, Trae had a well-educated guess of an idea that he was searching out his own partner. A smile had crossed his face at that thought. Finally his best friend’s mate would have a chance to know and share a similar bond to what he shared with her. Dwayna broke his train of thought, or lack thereof, ~We have arrived at the Heartstone, lovely one.~ Trae smiled and thanked her with loving words as he always did. She had brought him out of the rugged north, saving him from certain death at the hands, or rather, wicked claws, of two changebeasts that had escaped the watchful notice of the citizens of Waymeet. She had been his everything since that fateful day twelve years ago. Now he was the Herald entrusted with visiting every Vale at least once a year, their travels taking them south when the snows came to their homeland.<br><br>Meanwhile, Kayland was searching. He could feel that he was quickly approaching the location of where his Chosen was. That special link that he knew existed was within this Vale, closely tied to the Heartstone. Despite being all business, he had a bounce to his step that his mate noticed. She snickered at him within their minds, commenting how he pranced like a sissy stallion. But not even her joking words could stop him. This day was long coming and he would see it through.<br><br>When they all finally came to within sight of the Heartstone, Herald Taer and the two Companions were greeted by what seemed to be the entire Vale. It had been exactly a year to the day that Taer had been here last. He dismounted and let the Companions do what they wished to. Dwayna stayed close to him as he was greeted by the Elder of this Vale. “Ah, welcome once again to K’Treva Vale, Moonstorm. You and Dwayna are free to make yourselves at home as usual.” Taer smiled warmly to the Elder’s words. “Thank you Elder Starsong. It is an honour to be back within the presence of brothers and sisters once more.”<br><br>While the words and gestures were being exchanged, Kayland went off on his own, making his own path through the people of the Vale. Many greeted him with honoured words and he bobbed his head in response. But there was one person he was solely fixated upon. And he found her without much difficulty. His sapphire eyes locked upon the beautiful girl’s pools of emerald. A warm voice filled her mind with love and compassion. ~Hello, Ravenrose. I am Kayland, and you are my Chosen.~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 08:14:28</strong>
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				t was the same Herald as the year before, unsurprisingly, Trae was his name she believed, not of course that he would have any idea who she was, just another one of the many of those who had turned out to see him. Regardless, she enjoyed being unimportant, leaning into Silversong and whispering their delighted awe at the sight of the Companions, speculating why there were two. After all horses were not overly common here, for all that they were closer to the Plains and their Dorisha cousins then some of the other Vales. Ravenrose was more focused on trying to ignore Shadowfire and his distracting smile, he was a rogue as far as the murmurs of other young women spoke, a flirt, and she could not risk anything that would earn her father's disapproval, not when he had smiled at her the other day. Starsong's voice was even and strong, a Elder to every point as he welcomed the Herald, both young girls repressing giggles at the thought of the lecture they had gotten from him the other day for one of their many impish pranks.<br><br>However their whispers and mirth were halted, in shock, when the Companion wove its way toward them, toward her. Ravenrose blinked in shock when he stopped before her, the glorious, beautiful white Companion, a horse, but so much more, seeming to be made of moonlight and myth, the brilliance of the Companion's eyes fixed on her. "I..." she fumbled for the words, dimly aware of the gazes she was garnering, her mind scrambling to try and figure out what to do, to understand. But beyond that, there was a sense of joy, of pure delight that outmatched anything, even the first flight she had taken mindmelded with Numir. The sound of the Companion's voice, the touch of his mind. Slowly she lifted her hand, the arm with the brace on it, the fingers quivering as she touched the beautiful white equine. <em>~Me? A Chosen? But I am not of your cold land....~</em> her words were wistful, for confronted with this creature of magic and delight she wanted to believe it, to cling to him. He laughed then, softly and moved forward, her hand sliding down the graceful arch of his neck as his long face nuzzled her, clearly telling her she was being foolish, and for once she didn't care about the amount of attention she might be gathering.<br><br><em>~I am sure~ </em>Teasing, warmth, understanding, he saw inside her, all of her, the good and he bad. She was bonded to Numir, she knew the ways of her people, but the bond that Kayland offered was vastly different that the two could hardly compare and she tremblingly wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging the beautiful creature to her, hiding her face against the haven of his short, silky fur. <em>~Then I am glad~</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 19:01:24</strong>
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				Kayland nuzzled affectionately against his newly Chosen. He was elated beyond any means to finally have found her. And it was none too soon as well. He felt her growing state of longing and approval. It was time that she was shown the proper love and approval of one who unconditionally cared about her, no matter whom or what she was. Already he sent waves of comfort and love through the bond to her.<br><br>Herald Trae had just finished his greeting and discussion with Elder Starsong both turned to notice that the people that had gathered around them, had thinned out, matriculated away from them, toward something else that was going on. Dwayna chimed in at the most opportune time, which was usual for her. ~Kayland has found his Chosen, lovely one.~ This made Trae smile. He wondered who the Companion had chosen from the Vale. The thoughts of who it might be ran through his mind. He alerted the Elder to what was going on, and they moved with the crowd, picking their way through easily thanks to the colouring of their clothes, their status and because there was a large mare gently nuzzling people out of their way for them.<br><br>When the crowd cleared and he had a good view of Kayland, who was not that difficult to see for obvious reasons, he saw arms wrapped around the Companion’s neck. The arms flowed into a body of a beautiful young Tayledras woman. A soft smile fell over Trae’s face at her reaction. It was nearly a mirror image of when Dwayna had found and chosen him. The girl had soft, luscious curves; onyx hair that glinted with sapphire streaks when the sun hit it right. She was quite stunning in the green dress she wore. And then he caught a glimpse of her face. It made him freeze in his tracks. Dwayna inquired hastily to what was wrong. He shook it off to see that the girl he knew from sight only had grown into such a stunning piece of beauty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 19:18:45</strong>
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				It felt so strange, to have someone all around her, to feel such depth and understanding. Her bond to Numir was strong, abnormally so, but it was so different from this, though she was grateful for both, and a bit shocked she should be so honored. Her fingers slowly caressed through Kayland's mane, enjoying the silky texture as she sighed, pressing her cheek against his neck for one last moment before stepping back, a shy smile on her lips. <em>~Thank you~</em>. It was simple, and she didn't say what for, but it was for a number of things, including the way he seemed to know exactly what she needed. She was aware of the eyes of others around them, of the voices murmuring, and the introverted part of her wanted to shrink from them, but these were her people, and they loved her. She knew that, even if her father didn't, her people did she as a Tayledras and she was proud of that fact.<br><br>High over head Numir shrieked, demanding his due of attention and she hastily took another step back from the Companion, her Companion and threw up her arm, the sleeve of her dress fluttering back to reveal the sturdy leather brace that adorned the limb. From near the tree's tops he came, plummeting down through the air a blur of white grace and deadly speed. When he alighted on her arm she tensed, focusing on keeping him level, her arm holding steady and true for the gryfalcon as she smiled, her forest colored eyes gleaming brightly. Images flashed through her from Numir, he had watched the Companion and liked him, approval was sent through the bond, which reassured her one concern. She would not want Numir to feel slighted, to feel less because she was bonded to another, even one so different from him. Her fingers lifted to play through his plumage, aware of the scene the three of them were creating but unable to bring herself to care for the moment. Numir wanted a closer look at Kayland, and so she stepped back to the Companion's side, holding the bird steady. The white raptor turned its head, one golden eye fixed squarely on the Companion, and Kayland held his ground, silent for a moment before Numir released one of his piercing cries, only this she knew was a mark of acceptance, her bird welcomed Kayland.<br><br>Relief rushed through her, heady and pure and then Silversong, ever the one to enjoy spectacles moved forward, fearless and looped an arm around Ravenrose's waist, the silver blond of the fourteen year olds hair a striking contrast to that of the older girl's midnight tresses. The younger Tayledras smiled and reached to touch Kayland, who bore that too in good nature and silence. Silversong looked from Numir to Kayland and then laughed, startling the rest of those gathered. "It figures that you Ravenrose would have a white bird and a white Companion chose you." And her laughter eased things, others joining it, the full bore of their looks moving on to other things. And Ravenrose ducked her head, kissing her friend's cheek in gratitude, for she could not thank her outloud. "Kayland, this imp is Sliversong, my best friend."<em> ~And thank you for allowing her to touch you~.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 03:15:23</strong>
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				Kayland seemed to smile a broad grin as he communicated gently with Numir, having not done so with a bondbird in quite some time. Dwayna actually gave him a few tips, and the Companion went right along with them. When Numir cried out, it produced another seeming smile from the stallion. He whinnied softly, nuzzling his snout into the new hands, looking upon his Chosen’s younger friend. ~You are most welcome, my dear one. It is the least I can do for you.~ He sent another wave of joy across their bond to her. This one was such a strong person for the young age she was. But there were things that needed smoothing out and working on. Facing one’s fears was a duty for the Companion, one that they did not take lying down.<br><br>Herald Trae continued to stare at the newly Chosen with a look of disbelief. Something washed over him that he had not felt for a very long time. And Dwayna was there to snap him back out of his reverie, though knowing his thoughts were true. ~Her name is Ravenrose, my dear Moonstorm.” She already blatantly suggested that they would make a lovely couple, regardless of their age difference. He shushed her quickly, trying to focus. Finally, after he had succeeded, and a playful snicker from his Companion, Trae walked over to her, looking at her with a warm smile. “I see Kayland has finally found his Chosen. It is an honour to meet you, Hawksister.” He bowed formally to her, but never let the warm smile leave his face. <br><br>His heart raced as he tried to clear away the thoughts he was having about her. This one, whom he had seen, and one of the only people he could remember clearly every time he came to this Vale, was now going to be under his tutelage. A certain irony there was that he had indirectly seen her grow into this fine young woman. She was the talk of the Tayledras circles throughout many of the Vales, as far away as K’Vala Vale. He patted Kayland on the side of his snow-white body. “And a beautiful gyrfalcon you have here too.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 03:51:27</strong>
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				The darkhaired girl wasn't quiet sure what to make of everything that was happening, and so quickly as well, but she couldn't keep herself from smiling, from glowing. It was one thing when she was with others her age, her peermates, then she could laugh and tease and relax, but around adults, anyone that could report back to her father on her behavior she tried to be a somber young woman. But it was so hard to appear solemn when she was thrilled and Numir and Kayland were both there, reassuring her, loving her. The Goddess had blessed her, and she would thank the Star Eyed One in silent prayer later.<br><br>Ravenrose smiled and shifted her hair to let Numir move up her arm up her shoulder, it took a lot of trust and a firm bond of communication to have such a large bird sit so close to her face, but their bond was strong. Careful coordination made it possible, and it took the strain off her arm. When the Herald and the Elder drew near her she inclined her head, spreading her skirts in a mimic of a curtsy, knowing they would understand why she didn't actually dip in respect due to the gyrfalcon on her shoulder. "Herald Trae, thank you the honor is all mine." she smiled shyly at the handsome Northern man, unsure of what to say to him. He was the Herald they saw, a warrior and a Chosen, and now she was a Chosen too. The thought seemed odd.<br><br>The sixteen year old's cheeks were flushed with excitement and with a blush as she realized again how many people were looking at her. At his compliment to Numir though a ready smile broke on her face, bright and delighted as she lifted a hand to caress the bird on her shoulder, inadvertently lifting her breasts forward. "I will not argue with that, this is Numir, and I am Ravenrose sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 03:59:53</strong>
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				Herald Trae smiled. “Ravenrose. A name that truly befits you.” He straightened himself when he saw her larger breasts jut out just a bit. The poor girl had more curves than most of this Vale’s women combined. Not that he was complaining. But in their society, it was something that was looked differently upon until a certain age. And he caught himself looking at those curves for that mere moment. He hoped that she had not seen him doing such. It was improper to think like that about a young woman, no matter how developed or beautiful she was. He took a moment to not disrespect her bondbird, knowing that gyrfalcon’s could be touchy raptors if not given the respect or attention they deserved. “Numir. A strong name for a truly spectacular bondbird.” He lowered his head in respect to Numir for a moment and then returned his gaze to Ravenrose.<br><br>Meanwhile, Kayland sent waves of comfort to his newly Chosen to quell any fears and/or worries that she may have. She should be herself because she was around friends and family in them. He knew that this was a shell that she would have to be broken out of, or at least nuzzled gently onto the path of bursting out of the emotional shell. He promised her that no one amongst the Heralds would report her to her father. She was a Herald-trainee now, or when she arrived at Haven. But all three of them would guide her and help her in everything possible.<br><br>Dwayna nudged Trae gently to get him out of another momentary lapse of thought. Ashes! She was distracting him. She was pure beauty and here he was stammering for proper thoughts. “I shall be your teacher then, at least until my circuit brings us back to Haven. Do you think you can be ready in three days?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 04:13:07</strong>
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				The Herald was a tall and handsome man, one that many of the girls in the Vale giggled and gossiped over, she knew because she had heard them, always turning aside from offering any opinion herself. But now, she would be his student in a way wouldn't she? He was being very polite, so very nice, but the girl was worried about the position being a Companion would put her in among the others in her home, how it would affect so many things. The love and encouragement from Kayland could only appease so much. But having the handsome Herald talk to her was helpful as well, and so she just smiled shyly and focused on Kayland and Numir as much as she could. "Thank you Herald, I..will try I must speak to my father first..." she trailed off as the crowd around them hushed and parted.<br><br>Her father moved through them now, a tall man, with hair as black as his daughters but eyes of a icy blue, intense and disapproving of the gathering for nothing more important then a visitor. Inwardly Ravenrose blanched, wanting to hide, but she stiffened her spine, completely straight and her chin lifted. Numir shifted restlessly on her shoulder, golden eyes viewing Raventhorn uneasily; the scout was not an easy man to know or to like in many ways, harsh and demanding of protection, even in birds. And the scout was bonded to a deadly golden eagle, showing where Ravenrose got her ease with large, deadly raptors.<br><br>At the sight of her father she had moved back from Kayland, instinctively and then did sink into a deep curtsy, head bowed, Numir balanced very carefully on her shoulder. "Father, it is a pleasure to see you." "And you daughter, though I thought you had more sense then to be here when there is work to be done elsewhere." His voice was a stern sound, though not outwardly disapproving she knew him enough to read it in the inflection. Silversong burst forward then, smiling, heedless of the fact that Raventhorn was basically an Elder. "Ravenrose was Chosen sir! She's to be a Herald!" and that announcement rang out over the Vale, and Ravenrose's cheeks did fire with a blush, pale gold tinged with rose in truth, her black hair shifting slightly around her as she rose slowly from her curtsy, green eyes going slowly to meet her father's.<br><br>"Is this true?" His voice was quiet, shocked perhaps, or angry, even she could not tell, nor was she sure she wanted to. Kayland was there, in her head, but it wasn't helping, not with her father, and she closed herself off, from both her Companion and her birdbond, focused on herself, on keeping her composure like ice around her, like he did. "Yes father, it is, Kayland.." she lifted a hand to indicate the glorious white beauty of the Companion standing beside her. "Chose me." For a long moment Raventhorn said nothing before gesturing to his daughter and she went to him, "Come, we must talk..." Ravenrose glanced back at Sliversong, at Kayland, at Trae, but she went with her father, away from everyone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 05:25:16</strong>
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				Herald Trae found himself lowering himself in a bow of respect to Raventhorn. He was a good man, but a very coarse and hard man. This was his daughter. He could see the semblance between them now. What a man to have as your father. Poor Ravenrose had to deal with him and Trae shook his head inwardly. Dwayna held a little more hope that her Chosen. ~Do not fret, beloved. She will be alright. Even if he forbids her from leaving the Vale, she will still come with us.~ Trae smiled across the bond to Dwayna. ~Thank you love. I most certainly hope that this does not cause any strain between the Vales and Haven.~ She remained silent on that topic for now, only sending warmth to him.<br><br>Kayland, shut out now by his newly Chosen, attempted to speak to her, but to no avail. So, without a word or sound, he followed behind Ravenrose and her father. It did not matter if their discussion was private. She was his Chosen and he would see to her well-being now, no matter how difficult it would be for Raventhorn to let her go.<br><br>Trae wished to follow as well, but refrained from making such a sleight against Hawkbrother Raventhorn. He did let his eyes wander, watching as Ravenrose’s curves bounced to and fro naturally. Oh just imagine if she put some meaning into those movements. Dwayna coughed in his mind and he shooed her away before watching his new trainee disappear from his sight. He looked at Dwayna and she could only laugh at his actions, keeping the tension at a minimum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 05:55:24</strong>
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				The Vale's trees towered above them, silent, majestic in their lush beauty, and Ravenrose took some comfort from that as she shadowed her father's steps, silent and graceful, just like him. He had trained her after all, year after year, it had been a game when she was younger, and he had been so proud at how quickly she had taken his lessons. Her green eyes held a wealth of longing, of love as she looked at the proud strong back of her father, a man who most in the Vale, and even in all the Vales, viewed with respect and to a level awe, he had done many great things in his life, and she was his only child with a Dorisha Plainswoman, a shaman. His love for Leriana was the one reckless thing he had ever done she thought, and the scars from her mother's death marked him more deeply then anyone would think. And they marked her.<br><br>He had laughed once, she remembered, and her mother, her mother had been like the sunshine of their lives. Until she was three, and then there was no more laughter, because Leriana had gone back to visit her clan and never returned. The ultimate betrayal, the reason her father loathed females. Silence stretched beneath them, but Numir sunk his claws into her shoulder, drawing a slight hiss from her lips in pain even as she responded by extending her arm, for he was telling her with images that he wanted to be free, up in the air. He knew that she needed to face this straight on, and without him distracting her. She threw her arm up in a swift sure motion, launching the gyrfalcon into the canopy of proud trees, the balmy air of the Vale caressing around her, warming her even as she felt her bondbird's absence. Raventhorn turned to look at her then, his blue eyes sharp and they moved form her to behind her, causing the raven haired girl to turn to look as well, eyes widening as she realized Kayland had followed them. She opened herself to him quickly, her expression caught between touched and dismayed. <em>~You shouldn't have followed, he does not like outsiders...~</em> Her mind voice was soft, shy, afraid of offending, of disappointing. She realized the Companion's blue eyes reminded her of her father's. How odd.<br><br><em>~I will not leave you, you are my Chosen Ravenrose, and you need me.~</em> She couldn't argue with him, not really, and it was he who had selected her for a fate outside of the Vale, for the life her father would not consider and talk to her about. So she did not make any further effort to try and convince him to turn back, to go away, she didn't want him too really, and so slowly the sixteen year old let go of her shields, allowing both Kayland and Numir to fill her mind. Perhaps she did not have to be as alone as her father seemed, perhaps. Slowly she turned to meet her father's gaze, unsure of what she would find awaiting her. His countenance was somber, but not angry. "The Companion seems rather attached to you. Male or female?"<br><br>"Male sir, his name is Kayland." Raventhorn nodded slowly, lifting his arm to allow his eagle walk along it and to hop onto a branch of a low limb of a birch tree. <br><br>"Good, good, he will not lead you astray then. Does this mean you will be leaving?"<br><br>Slowly the girl nodded, unsure of what to make of this strange line of questioning. "Yes sir, Herald Trea asked if I could be ready in three days. But I am not of age yet, it is up to you Father."<br><br>That did draw a smile to his lips, approval on his sternly handsome face, and it sent a flush of delight through her, he didn't seem against this, and approval finally. "Heralds are good folk, committed to their duty, and Companions like him are said to be very pure spirits, I would not fear for you among them." <br><br>Ravenrose's throat worked nervously then, her hands feeling clammy as she gripped her skirts nervously, focusing on breathing as she listened to his words and hoping that this line of conversation would remain strong. "I will hope it is as you say Father." She managed a soft smile and Raventhorn glanced at his bird, seeming to consider something. <br><br>"Invite the Herald to dinner with us please, tonight. You may go for now, I have things to discuss with the Elder." She nodded, silent as she turned to leave, Kayland pacing after her, feeling the joy all but bursting within her breast as she wove her way through the trees of the Vale, heading to her favorite hot spring, a nice secluded place to relax, Numir soaring over her head. Perhaps this could work, but leaving the Vale, what would that be like? Her thoughts trailed even as her feet carried her toward her destination. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 06:20:32</strong>
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				Kayland nickered happily as he came up alongside of Ravenrose, prancing with his tail raised in joy. ~That went much better than you expected, didn’t it, dear one?~ He smiled and shared in her joy, sending his love for her through the bond, embracing her as a warm blanket on a cold, snowy evening. ~Will you see Herald Trae immediately?~ It was an innocent question. But he was being a little conniving, speaking to his mate through the link that all Companions.<br><br>Herald Trae had been set up in his rooms up one of the largest trees in the Vale. He paced around nervously, wanting to know what occurred between Ravenrose and her father. Raventhorn and Moonstorm had met face to face every few years to speak upon things. They knew each other vaguely, enough so as they could not call each other friend yet. <br><br>Dwayna chimed into his thoughts just then, imposing her thoughts upon his. The meeting had gone well, well enough that he was to be asked to dinner later that night. Trae sighed with relief and pondered what the near-Elder wished to speak with him about. He had ideas, but not one firmly set in his head. His Companion chuckled and added, almost as an afterthought, that Ravenrose was going down to her favorite hot spring. She snickered lightly as his interest piqued. He would be brash, and brave, and try his luck at the very thing he feared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 06:38:47</strong>
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				Her emerald eyes drank in the sight of her Companion, all but dancing elegantly as he glided beside her, laughing softly at his delight, her expression more at ease then he would have seen yet. But then they were finally alone, apart from the others, and she was at ease in her own skin, and he, well Kayland already felt like the missing part of her soul, like a part of her being she had never known but was just right, they fit. So she smiled, laughing and shaking her head at his warmth, at his joy. "Yes, it did, he's normally not very open to change, but I guess it helps that you are male, and that the Herald is a male he semi respects." A wistful sigh parted her lips, the thought of maybe her father one day being proud of her like a dream hung out before her in the future. <br><br>She lead them, her Companion and her bondbird through the columns of the towering trees, around the lush, hothouse vegetation of the Vale, enjoying the wild beauty of her home as she hummed happily to herself, fingers idly trailing through her silken hair. At the question about Trae she shook her head slowly. "Not right away, I need time to gather myself as well...I was a blushing mess before him earlier." She sighed then, though this was different, a young female confronted with a handsome male, older then her, and attractive. <br><br>"Besides, the other girls will want their time to swarm his attentions, I doubt I'll be forgiven for leaving with him." She smiled, mirth in her tone, but there was also concern she didn't want to loose friends, not that it would matter, not really. Three days, three days and then her whole life would change, altered by the world outside her home. She wasn't sure she was ready. "Do you think he'll like me?" She asked, just as she stepped into the clearing of her favorite hot spring, her fingers moving to work at the laces of her dress. Ravenrose shed it and folded it neatly along with her thin shift, placing them in a little nook in a tree before going to slip into the water of the hotspring. Her feet moved confidently over the slick stones and she sank down, the water covering her full breasts just barely, the bubbles obscuring the curvy supple lines of her body. A sigh of pure pleasure left her lips as she relaxed in the water, letting it drain her stress.<br><br>"I come here when I need to think sometimes..." she confessed, glancing up when Numir landed on a pine branch a few yards up, reassuring her that he would keep watch. She stood then, feeling safe with both of her 'guards' in place and reached for a little cake of jasmine soap she stored in in a little rock crevice. The water ran slowly down her body, droplets clinging to the tips of her rosy nipples, trailing down the in curve of her torso before the flare of her hips, her whole body soft curves, and yet toned as most of the Hawkbrother's kind were, pale golden glory. Her hands worked the soap, humming as she did so before she started to wash herself in earnest, not worried about the soap lingering it was spring fed, the hot spring, so the soap would wash out rather quickly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 07:05:33</strong>
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				Kayland tilted his head, looking directly into Ravenrose’s eyes. ~I know for a fact that he does like you, my dear. ~ There were no other words on the topic as he watched her, opened most of his thoughts to her. In the meantime, he had relayed the exact spot where the beautiful girl was, and where the bondbird was keeping watch for anyone or anything out of the ordinary.<br><br>Dwayna relayed the information from her mate to her Chosen. Trae could not believe that those two were collaborating to hook Moonstorm and Ravenrose up. She was only sixteen for goddess’ sake! Both Companions chimed in and said….~And? What’s your point? Love knows no bounds.~ Trae actually blushed at their audacity and that he was actually going to go through with it! The poor girl would be scared silly and not have any interest in him, he swore.<br><br>So, minutes later, the Herald-Mage had prepared himself, emitting a few spells that would seem like he was not there. Dwayna nickered her approval. He wore the most flamboyant Heraldic clothes that were provided for him from the Vale. He went out and used his learnings from the Tayledras to avoid any sort of aural detection. He found that he looked straight at Numir, but the gyrfalcon did not react, simply looking past him. He smiled and Ravenrose came into full view. He nearly gasped, stunned by how beautiful she was! Her breasts were the largest he had ever seen on a Tayledras woman. She was impeccably beautiful, and he felt his loins stir.<br><br>He swallowed hard and gently spoke outloud. “This is such a lovely spring.” He then dropped the illusions and mirroring spells, acting as if he just walked out of forest itself. He turned his gaze to settle upon and regard the naked and stunning Tayledras girl. He gasped, blushed and shielded his eyes, apologizing profusely to Ravenrose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 07:26:10</strong>
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				The girl looked at her Companion, nodding with a smile, it was reassuring, she wouldn't want to undertake a journey that would likely last a year with a person who did not overly care for her. She glanced up at Numir, sending her love to him, and receiving his back, that was what made her bond with him so strong, what made her stand out, she gave to him all of herself, as she once had her father. But no longer, just Numir got all of who she was, would Kayland come to accept that too? In her most private thoughts she dared to dream of finding a male, a mate of her own that she could take down all the shields her father's teaching and her own shyness placed around her, to be completely uninhibited, it was a dream though, nothing more or less. <br><br>She pushed the thoughts away and focused on soaping her body, massaging some parts to work out tension as she hummed, a soft healing chant that had been her lullaby when she was little, the song she always hummed in this place, happy, content and wrapped in safety. When she heard a voice she whirled, looking wildly for who was there, her hands flying to shield her body instinctively. A sharp rebuke was on her tongue, if it was Shadowfire trying his tricks she would make sure he understood this was her place her private place.<br><br>But no, it was the Herald. <br><br>The words she had been about to say died on her lips and her cheeks turned pink as she wrapped her arms further around herself. She was sure the Herald hadn't meant to come upon her nude, Herald's were often a lot tighter about moral rules and such then her own folk and so she just sank down into the water, her body nearly completely covered, legs folded into her ample chest as she tried to find words. "I...its okay Herald Moonstorm, please, I am not upset. I was suppose to seek you out besides, my father wishes to dine with you tonight."<br><br>How had Numir and Kayland both missed him? Unless, had they wanted the Herald to come here? Perhaps it was that nonsense that bondbirds sometimes got into, about trying mate their humans. She fired the question to her gyrfalcon and got a sharp retort of no even as Numir flared his wings to settle his feathers, regarding Trea with sharp eyes. No, he had not seen the Herald coming. So how had it happened? <em>~Did you hear him coming? Please...warn me, I like my privacy~</em> She sent her thoughts to Kayland now, her Companion providing the same bank of reassurance and soothing as before, but it was hard to be soothed when she was nude before a handsome older man who now most likely held her future in his hands. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 07:55:33</strong>
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				Yes, there was a conspiracy. Yes the Companions knew that they would make perfect mates, just like themselves. But to them, the only thing they were guilty of was not seeing Ravenrose and Moonstorm together. They would try everything they could to have them meld with each other. Each of them had longing within them. Each different, but still the same.<br><br>Hearld Trae was still blushing when he turned his eyes back upon her form. Her extremely long raven curls floated behind her on the water’s surface. Even only exposed from her neck up was driving him wild. He purred to Dwayna and she just chuckled. “Ah, I would gladly join you and your father, Ravenrose. Thank you. But…still. I am sorry for barging in on you and seeing you in an intimate state…” His blush was genuine, though his heart and appendages were beating rapidly.<br><br>He dared to ask. “Mmm, while I am here though, may I join you? It has been a long trip, and my muscles ache….” And strain…. “If it is alright with you.” He would respect her privacy, but still wanted to push the envelope. You did not get anywhere without pushing it beyond sometimes. Kayland offered comfort and wise knowledge to his newly Chosen. He told her that it would be alright, and that he was Tayledras at heart, else he would not have worn the Heraldic Whites with so many adornments.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 18:06:30</strong>
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				Ravenrose bit down on her lower lip, her cheeks a bright pink as Moonstorm looked back at her, her arms hugging around herself to try and calm down; after all it wasn't like others of the Vale didn't co mingle sexes in hot springs. It was quiet common for courting pairs to meet and linger in hot springs, to tease and touch, though there were signs to be left if one wanted to be alone. But it wasn't like a Herald would want to court her, and she was at least five years younger then him, a mere babe compared to some of the other lovely young women of the vale, women who wanted to sleep with the handsome Northern. <br><br>"Its...its okay, um, you seeing me that is." she stumbled over her words, her cheeks pink and green eyes fixed downward on the steaming water surrounding her. Numir fluffed his wings, feeling her uneasiness, and she soothed him, trying to relax. "My father will be happy that you accepted the invitation, thank you." <br><br>The words that came after that from him, asking if he could join her in the water made her tremble and she looked up at him finally, shock coloring her green eyes. "I um...I'll leave...you can...I um...sorry" she stuttered suddenly caught up in surprise. Why would the handsome Herald wish to join her in the hot spring when there were larger springs with more beautiful and slender and older women? She was not the most attractive of the Tayledras women, too large and curvy. The sixteen year old stood, making sure her long hair draped over her chest to cover the pert fullness of her breasts, one hand shielding the apex of her legs and the dark curls that lay there.<br><br>"I shouldn't linger over long anyway, I have things to see to..." she reached for her clothing with her free hand and moved to slip from the hotspring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 18:18:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&gt;:(The handsome Herald wished to join her because she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. There was simply something about her that he could not get out of his mind. And well, the dirty old Herald was attracted to the young, very curvaceous Tayledras woman. His eyes lingered on her body as she covered herself up innocently, but tantalizingly. He decided that it was now or never, swooping in like a hawk, but smiling gently to her, gently touching her bare shoulder to have her turn and look at him. His voice dropped nearly an octave as he spoke to her with simply the truth. “Please don’t leave, Ravenrose. Linger with me here and let us enjoy the hot spring together. “ He made contact with her emerald&nbsp; green eyes. “You are a beautiful woman, you know. The most attractive in this Vale.” He smiled again, eyes speaking more volumes than his words could. He extended a hand out to her. <br><br>Kayland only encouraged Ravenrose that this was right and nothing bad would come from this. Reassurance and a gentle nudge from him reiterated his words to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 18:39:35</strong>
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				When Trae moved forward, his hand touching her shoulder she stiffened in surprise, lifting surprised eyes as she tilted her head to look at him. Eyes that darkened in surprise and desire, unable to help it as his deep voice flowed over her, for he was a perfect masculine temptation, but not one she should fall for. She was her father's daughter after all, and she had to be practical, had to be reserved and proper. But the words from the handsome twenty four year old did sway her mind, for she would like to linger with him, to talk to the near stranger who now would take her away from all that she had ever known. But nude, in a hot spring wasn't really the best place to do so. <br><br>His words though, they made her cheeks pink further, a flush to her clear skin as she shook her head denying them. She wasn't, not in the least. Kayland was a bank of quiet support, trying to reassure her, to say that she should stay and enjoy herself. <em>~But I can't! Its not proper, I am not of age nor has my father consented to any of this...~</em> She glanced at Kayland, into his blue eyes as he stood so close, for a moment distracted from the handsome male with eyes the color of thunderstorms before her. <em>~Ravenrose, what does your spirit tell you to do? You should not deny yourself pleasures you can take, a Herald's life is not an easy one.~</em><br><br>The girl's throat worked nervously and she shifted, glancing up at Trae, at Moonstorm again. "I'm not, really, I show too much of my Plains blood, too curvy. And I ...it isn't proper, for me to be as such with you sir. It might well risk my father's approval...It would...be pleasant, I'm sure." She flashed a shy, wistful smile at him before looking down at his hand, extended toward her. Slowly she put her own smaller hand in his, just to feel his skin, to know what it was like to touch him, for they had never touched before, never stood this close, the handsome Herald and her. Her fingertips glided over his skin, caressing his palm, out to the tips of his fingers, eyes focused downward before the intense green of her gaze went back to his face once more, her clothing pressed against her wet chest.<br><br>"Thank you, for the offer...for the compliments." She pulled back then, her hand trailing from his, turning her back with her raven hair shifting slightly as she did so. Ravenrose glanced back once, a mysterious look in her eyes, all the hidden allure of a budding woman filling her before she murmured a simple "Goodbye Moonstorm." and then her feet carried her, running, into the woods, into the haven of them and she donned her shifting as she moved, long practiced in such things, speeding through the lush foliage away from the Herald, away from the hotspring that now she doubted she would think of without imaging Moonstorm nude and lounging in it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 21:34:06</strong>
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				Kayland was firm in what he said to his Chosen. ~Your father has no sway over who you spend your time with anymore. Do not disrespect him, but do not let him control you. There is a rugged man who has a genuine interest in you because he finds you to be the apple of his eye.~ His loving words were confident and strong, speaking the truth to her. As Ravenrose walked away, Kayland looked apologetically at Trae. A good first attempt, but time would be the only thing to tell if they were meant to be with each other.<br><br>Herald Trae’s heart fluttered for more than a few moments as Ravenrose gave him a sultry, sweet, and innocent goodbye. He watched as she ran back the path she came, giving him an excellent view of her supple, well-curved backside. Wantonly he stared at her until she disappeared, Kayland trotting after his Chosen.<br><br>After a few more moments, Trae shook his head. What was he getting into. A sixteen year old woman making his loins jump at the mere thought of her. He sighed and stripped down, wading into the hot spring to enjoy it and relieve himself in more ways than one. Thankfully no one else was around because he let out audible moans as he relaxed. Dwayna chided him jokingly that he was an incorrigible, old pervert.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 21:43:57</strong>
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				Ravenrose kept moving, graceful as a hunting cat as she wove her way through the trees of the Vale, her feet lifting and falling in the steady rhythm of her running, breath coming as well. She could hear Kayland's words in her head, ever present and she was grateful he was there, but it was all just too much at once, she needed time to adjust, to get use to the idea of leaving. He had not lived here, he did not know her father, had not lived under Raventhorn's shadow for the majority of his life. <em>~Thank you friend, but it is all too quick...~</em> She whispered into his mind, giving of herself and receiving understanding back in return, just as she knew she would.<br><br>Her footfalls picked up speed, her dress bundled under her arm as she became all but a blur through the Vale, running back to her own small house. She paused at the foot of the stairs, realizing that Kayland wouldn't be able to enter her home. But he had his mate with him and others to talk to, and she could always come back downstairs after she changed if he really wanted to talk to her. So with a shrug to herself she made her way up to her small home, discarding the green dress and the thin shift in favor of her scout clothing.<br><br>The girl slipped on the tight brown breeches, with sage green touches here and there, mimicking leaves; her vest much the same, and both nearly skin tight, giving her a way to blend into the forest outside the Vale. Kayland wouldn't blend in, not like she and Numir could, he would stand out in all his beautiful glory, but then Herald's always stood out, especially with their all white clothing. And she would have to wear that, one day, and the thought made her pause, unsure she liked it. All white, it would wash her out, it would be so different from the forest tones she normally favored. A sigh parted her lips as she ghosted through her home, hands caressing things, she would have to leave this all behind, everything she knew, and go to Haven, with Moonstorm. Her thoughts trailed off there, the thought of him, back at the hotspring, her hot spring.<br><br>She sank down onto her bed, biting her lower lip as her eyes fluttered shut and she imagined him stripping off is Herald White's, revealing the rugged body beneath, the tall muscled form so many girls had pined over, she had never allowed herself that, but now, now it could happen. Would he be the first she welcome to her body? He had liked to look at her, and so she looked down at herself, quivering fingers undoing the laces of her vest slowly to let it gape a bit, revealing the fullness of her breasts, the nipples a dusky rose and hardened at the thought of him.<br><br>She slipped a hand inside her vest to cup a breast, Ravenrose felt a moan well within her at the feeling of it, her skin so sensitive and her nipple tender. Her fingers teased her nipple, and she squirmed on her bed, wondering what would have happened if she had stayed, what it would have felt like to feel his large hands on her body. Numir glided through the window then and she jumped, startled at herself and quickly relaced her vest, getting to her feet and tugging on her boots before grabbing her dagger and making for the door. She did have work to do, she hadn't lied, but in a few hours she would see Moonstorm again, with her father present.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 22:02:24</strong>
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				After relaxing for what seemed like ages, and leaving his scent, and other things, in the hot spring, Moonstorm used his own speed to dash through the trees to his own rooms. It was a very effective way to dry off. And he knew it would be soon that he would see the lovely Ravenrose again. In fact, he had to get ready and make his way to Raventhorn’s home within minutes, else risk being late, angering the perpetual elder, and losing any chance with his vixen of a daughter.<br><br>As he was somewhat accustomed to, Trae hastily, but carefully, dressed in his formal Whites, regal and not overly flamboyant. The overly flamboyant dress was for the wanton nights of celebration and/or for courting a potential mate. When he came down, he groomed Dwayna to a lovely sparkling sheen. She beamed at her Chosen and trotted with him on her back to the base of Raventhorn’s home.<br><br>He gently rapped upon the door and awaited an answer or a door to open, heart beating rapidly at the thoughts of how Ravenrose would be dressed. Thoughts of her ran rampant through his mind, and Dwayna calmed him down, helping him focus on the matter at hand, that he would have to be Herald Trae and Moonstorm, not the head-over-heels, unknown suitor of his daughter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 22:22:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;She had spent amount of time outside the Vale, scouting, walking and thinking, though part of it was also spent talking to Kayland, getting to know him. It was pleasant, learning about her Companion, and he really did seem to be like another part of her soul, so instantly perfect at understanding her. When the sun had began to edge down through the trees she had turned back for the Vale, toward her father and the dinner she wasn't sure she was ready for.<br><br>Ravenrose sketched a bow to her father when she entered his home, and there was a slight smile on his face, with was reassuring, he was open to this, he liked the idea of his daughter being a somber Herald. "Father, thank you for inviting me to dinner." "It is a pleasure daughter, now see to the table, the food is already prepared." She nodded, simply, reaching to touch Kayland and feel his reassurance there.<br><br>&nbsp;When there was a rap on the door her father moved to open it and she stayed, setting out the simple plates and loading the table with the food one of the other women who hoped for her father's love made. She tucked her dark hair nervously behind her ears, shifting as she realized she was dressed a lot differently then before, in her scout clothing instead of a dress. What would Moonstorm think? But it didn't matter, for now he would only be seeing her father in the doorway. <br><br>&nbsp;"Welcome to my home Herald, enter in peace."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 20:40:28</strong>
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				Herald Trae bowed low to the one that should don the title of Elder. “Thank you, Hawkbrother Raventhorn. Thank you for inviting me to your home and table. It is a high honour.” When he came out of the bow, the Herald entered, his thoughts focused upon business, remaining humble within this household. But when Raventhorn’s daughter came into view, wearing her tight, form-fitting scoutwear, Moonstorm nearly lost it. He could see all of her curves accentuated by the clothing, her nudity still fresh in his mind from their earlier encounter. An inaudible sigh and a mental nudge from Dwayna helped him snap out of his reverie. He bowed to her in greeting. “It is good to see you again, Hawksister Ravenrose. Thank you for extending your father’s invitation to me. I am glad to be in both of your presences this evening.” <br><br>Away from the man’s eyes, he flashed a rather warm and gentle smile to her, his eyes trailing over her body, hoping she would not take notice. But if she did, he hoped that she realized it was due to his interest in her, and not to make her feel uncomfortable. He had a hard-on for the girl, but it was thankfully hidden in his formal clothing, else he would risk the rage of Raventhorn, and expulsion from the Vale. It would be interesting during the meal. He was prepared for anything and everything that the near-Elder may throw at him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 21:04:56</strong>
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				The Herald was still just as handsome as she remembered, as all the girls gossiped about and her mind flashed back to the moment by the hotspring, when he had wanted to join her. What would have happened if she had? The girl blushed furiously, knowing if she had stayed she would not have been able to come to dinner with her father and kept herself calm, even now just the Herald being there was distracting. Her green eyes dared a look at him, catching his warm smile and blushing for it before she cast her gaze downward again, her hands nervously straightening the table settings. There was never much of a formal way of things within the Vales, not like the outside, but as formal as was possible, that was what Raventhorn did. <br><br>Ravenrose inclined her head politely to his bow, keeping her expression demur and eyes focused anywhere other then his face; though she felt his gaze. The heat of it, the intensity, it made her shift, uneasy and her cheeks flushed as she remembered what she had done in her own home at the thought of him. Her father did not seem to notice the taunt cord of sexual tension that hung between them, for which she was grateful, she was really the last female in the Vale, or even in all the Vales who deserved Moonstorm's attention. And her father would not like the idea of her pairing off with anyone, not yet, perhaps not ever. The older scout motioned for the sweet wine to be poured and she moved instantly, pouring out three cups, a special allowance for her to have such heady drink in her father's presence. He was treating her as an adult. She placed aside the jug, smoothing her hands down her tight breeches nervously, unintentionally shaping her hips as the men sat.<br><br>The girl carefully picked up the cups and placed them on a tray that she carried to the table, setting one down before her father with a soft smile, and one before Moonstorm with a shy one before taking her place at the table. The meal would be simple really, a bread baked with herbs with a sweet cheese and a spicy meat, most likely deer she thought, that was what her father preferred to hunt. "So you wish to take my daughter with you when you leave, to train her as a Herald?" her father asked the question as if he were asking after the weather, so little inflection, but Ravenrose kept her gaze down and gracefully served the meal, waiting to see what Trae would say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 21:30:30</strong>
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				Trae could feel the sexual tension growing between him and Ravenrose. Each of her movements, intentional or not, made his heart flutter. What she did to him was short of a skilled kestra’chern in their many talents, even though most of what she did was due to her shyness, and not to seduce him. His thoughts were doing that all by themselves.<br><br>His eyes met with Raventhorn’s eyes whilst they partook in the excellent food and drink. “Yes Raventhorn. Kayland has Chosen your daughter. It is now my duty, the duty of any Herald around a newly Chosen, to teach her what she needs to know before we reach Haven. My circuit is long, but it avoids the ill weather capable of brewing during this time of the year in the north. The other option is to have Kayland take Ravenrose directly to Haven.”<br><br>Moonstorm took the moment of reprieve to look at Ravenrose as she sat down and now ate with them. He saw the faint flush in her golden cheeks. Yes, he knew that those curves were not natural for a Tayledras. Her mother must have been from the Dhorisha Plains. She was the best and most beautiful of both cultures. Dwayna made him hold back the shiver he wanted to let forth, and he thanked her for it. Those storm hued pools then looked back upon Raventhorn, awaiting his response.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 22:17:23</strong>
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				Ravenrose focused on her meal while the men spoke, very aware that it would not be proper to set herself forward in any way unless her father spoke to her. It was easy enough though, for she sipped at the sweet wine, letting its taste fill her mouth and ease her mind, it worked nearly as well as Kayland's reassurance, which was fed to her constantly as well. Her fingers picked at her food, though gracefully she did eat, a little bit here and there, her eyes focused on her father as often as she dared to look anywhere else then her plate before her. <br><br>The mention of the bad weather at Haven made her shudder though, she had little wish to see the fabled snow that came from the North, she loved the lush beauty of the Vales, always balmy and delightful. Her father glanced at her then and gave her a soft smile, shaking his head to Moonstorm. "I would not send my daughter alone to Haven through such harsh weather. She would not adjust well, not to that." Raventhorn laid a soft hand over her smaller one and her face lit up in delight, a shinning smile upon her lips all thoughts of sexual tension, of worry, gone before the focus of her father and his touch, before knowing that he thought of her, cared for her still.<br><br>"I have only heard good things of you Moonstorm, Trae, so I will give my approval for Ravenrose to travel with you, though I will place the demand upon Haven to see that she stays under your eye, and comes to visit once a year, as you do. I will not loose my only child completely, nor will I entrust her to strangers. So will you agree to those terms and see them honored in your home?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 22:41:51</strong>
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				Moonstorm’s heart jumped happily when Raventhorn gave his approval. He would be able to be around Ravenrose, teach her what he knew, what she needed to be a Herald, what it meant to be a Herald. Dwayna and Kayland were both very elated as well, nearly as much as Trae was. They both sent their joy and approval to their respective Chosen.<br><br>“I do so agree to your terms, Raventhorn. It will take some minor debating with those in authority, but it will be done, I promise. I will take her under my wing, guard and protect her as our Companions will. Thank you, sir. You honour me with your approval.” His head bowed low in gratitude, but he knew that there would be more than simple debate to have Ravenrose come with him once a year. Despite this, he was confident that it could be done.<br><br>The wine was strong, but did not adversely affect Trae, having grown used to the spirits that were found among each of the Vales. He smiled between Raventhorn and Ravenrose. The meal had been delicious, splendid, and very successful.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 23:27:11</strong>
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				Ravenrose could hardly believe her father had given his approval, even if with all those conditions, but that didn't matter near as much to her as did the display, even something so small as his hand over hers, and the words her father had spoken, of affection. Of love. Her heart was near dancing within her breast and when her father moved his hand she drained her cup of the sweet wine, the taste flooding her mouth and spreading through her body with a flush. And the thought of being so close to Moonstorm was not a bad one either, though how long could she withhold from joining him in things like the hotspring? She wasn't sure. <br><br>The raven haired girl stayed silent, all but squirming with her joy as the men talked of other things, getting up only when it was clear they were both done. Then in silence she cleared the table, her footsteps all but dancing in delight. Once she was done with cleaning up after their repast she touched her hands to her hips, bowing to first her father and then to the Herald, her long dark hair floating around her. "I thank you both for the honor of dinner and will go to reflect upon this." <br><br>She could all but feel the approval from her father at those words, and she smiled herself as she turned, leaving her father's home and all but running down the steps. At the bottom she threw herself at Kayland, hugging his graceful neck tightly and giggling with her bursting joy. "He said yes! And he touched me, he smiled...oh Kayland, it was marvelous..." she giggled her delight again and danced away, taking off to run through the Vale, the wind rushing past her as she was all but a blur, her raven hair a banner streaming out behind her in the twilight. She felt giddy and young and flushed, from the wine, which was rather going to her head, not that she noticed. <br><br>Ravenrose threw herself into a flip, and then caught a branch with one hand, deciding to run on the branches as she swung herself up onto it, trusting Numir and Kayland to keep pace with her if they wanted. She could feel Numir's delight at seeing her 'soar' of a sort on her own, at the delight in her breast, and Kayland was there as well now. Never alone, and now freer then ever. She wavered on one branch, laughing even as she fell the short distance from the branch into a lush fern bush, smiling at she looked up at the moon through the trees. She was safe in the Vale and she was happy to lounge there, flushed and smiling up at the stars.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 00:00:44</strong>
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				Raventhorn and Moonstorm discussed a few things after Ravenrose departed. Trae knew that she was happy, having seen it in part as she got up and left them to their own discussions. He did dare to smile to Raventhorn. “I believe your daughter is the happiest person in the Vale now.” Despite everything from the past, he now considered….”Thank you, friend. As always, you are an honourable man.” He got to his feet when they finally wound down and bowed in full form. “Thank you for the honour of sharing your table this evening, Raventhorn. I look forward to speaking with you again.”<br><br>After departing from the seemingly sacred household, Trae could feel mild effects from the sweet wine. Dwayna nuzzled him when he came and met her, discussing how well things went with Raventhorn and the vixen that held Trae’s full attention. She tipped him off with simple hints of where Ravenrose had gone off to. If not for the wine, and the double reassurance from Kayland, Trae would perhaps have gone to sleep for the evening. But instead he went to find her, and try his luck again.<br><br>This time he did not care if Numir heard or saw him. He found himself running at top speed, finding that he was very close to Ravenrose. He gave ample warning of his presence this time around so as to not shock her as much. “Ravenrose?” His smile was as gentle as it always had been, since he had first set eyes upon her. He stepped closer to her, doing his best to not seem intimidating. “I am relieved and happy for you that your father gave his approval…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 06:39:41</strong>
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				Numir was speaking to her, telling her the Herald was looking for her, coming to her. Ravenrose lingered, lounging on the foliage of the ferns, sighing happily at the comfort of her earth bound bed; it made sense that the Herald wished to see her, to talk to her about how things had gone with her father. Perhaps if she had not drunk the sweet wine she would have moved, had run back to her own little home and hidden herself away, giving the Herald the slip again in her belief he would find more pleasure in the arms of a older, more experienced and slender woman of the Vale. At the moment she was too giddy and comfortable, her eyes fixed on the white disc of the moon high in the navy ebon of the sky. <br><br>Her name came to her ears then, spoken in his deep voice, one that was starting to become familiar. She liked how his Northern tongue pronounced it, it was different then most, and so she pushed herself up on her elbows to look at him, a drowsy smile on her lips. With her cheeks, her skin as a whole flushed and all but glowing and her long dark hair flared out around her she seemed perhaps a bit older then her sixteen summers, and as she looked up at him, at his warm, wonderful smile, she felt older. She felt like a woman, and for once she wasn't going to shrink from him, if he wanted another woman from the Vale he would have gone to them. Ravenrose already felt a touch heady from the wine, from the giddy delight of her father's approval and smile, and so she could not find it in her to deny the Herald the chance to talk to her.<br><br>His gray eyes enthralled her, she wanted a closer look. Slowly the girl pushed herself to her feet, giggling even as she stumbled into him, the line of her lush, curvy body pressed against his as her hands instinctively came up to cling to his broad shoulders to support herself. "I am giddy to be quiet...honest Moonstorm...that really is a lovely name you know, though I doubt I shall look at the moon without thinking of you again." She tilted her head, swaying into him with a smile on her full lips, her green eyes sparkling in the night. "Do you suppose that means I would be lonely on a night of the new moon?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 06:52:29</strong>
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				This night he would not be Trae, he decided. Tonight he would be Moonstorm. These thoughts flitted through his mind as he watched her rise to her feet and fall into him. She was giddy, quite giddy as she put it, and he knew they were both not fully in their right minds. But as he gazed upon her through it all, he saw a beautiful woman that deserved a loving man in her life. He smiled at her words and question. “Nae, I doubt you will ever be lonely again, Ravenrose.” With that said, impulse kicked in. When she looked up at him next, his lips met hers, kissing her passionately, praying she would reciprocate. Strong arms wrapped around her supple and not-so-balanced body to hold her precariously while they engaged in this beautiful taboo.<br><br>Thoughts ran through his mind, but he did not pay them any heed. This was about him and Ravenrose. He would treat her like the woman she was, careful but still wanton in his actions. He did not shut his Companion out, for Dwayna did not disagree with what was going on. In fact, she gently encouraged him to continue, as he was sure, Kayland was doing the same with Ravenrose.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 06:55:01</strong>
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				He was impossible, all of him, the eyes of thunderstorms, the body of a fighter, a warrior, the voice so deep and different from her own people. The way he looked at her, and when she glanced up to drink in his gaze again she found his lips pressed against hers. The question she had been about to ask died on her lips, forgotten as slowly and shyly her lips parted for him, blossoming as she clung to his strong body, shuddering to feel the hold he had upon her body. She would always wish him to hold her thus.<br><br>Ravenrose trembled, clinging to him, her eyes shyly going to twine through the locks of his dark hair, a soft sigh of pleasure parting her lips and opening her fully to him. For a moment she thought of pulling back, of protesting that it was wrong, he was to be her mentor, her teacher and protector. But those were reasons for this as well, and Kayland did not see anything wrong with it as she reached for his mind with her own befuddled one. After all if a Companion approved it had to be okay no? The sixteen year old pressed herself closer to Moonstorm, whimpering sweetly to feel the way her tight clothing moved over her flustered body, at the way he felt against her until she had to break the kiss, her tongue reluctantly withdrawing from its dance with his to drag air into her lungs. "Oh....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 07:05:59</strong>
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				She was perfect, even in her young age. She had the curves that truly defined her as a woman, not a stick like many others he had seen in so many years of being in Greys and then Whites. His tongue gently traced against her lips, tasting the sweetness upon her lips. The way that she reacted only encouraged him, pressing her body against his, feeling her athletic and full chest pressing into his. It sent his mind reeling, a hand gently tracing through her blue-sheened, black-hued curls. He was so enticed and so far gone that he nearly forgot what was going on.<br><br>When she pulled away, he took a deep breath, having had his stolen by the pure passion that had been let loose within the first kiss they shared. His eyes fluttered open and he looked upon her lovely shaped face. He smiled at her lack of words.<br><br>He felt Ravenrose sway a bit, figuring that she felt a bit lightheaded. And then the swaying became more pronounced. Moonstorm swept the faltering beauty into his arms, scooping her off the ground. A dip in the hot spring would calm them both down and continue what the kiss had started. So, with swift, careful strides, the Herald took him and his charge to her secret hot spring. When they arrived, he let her to her feet, kissing her sweetly for another few moments.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 07:18:42</strong>
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				She had had kisses stolen, here and there, taken or given, still stolen, still without her father's permission. And this, oh this was above them all, beyond them. It felt like with his tongue touching hers, his lips pressed to her own he had touched and caressed her very soul, calling out all of her into his arms. No thought came of stopping of it, only of more, of needing more, of needing to feel the press of his body against her own. The girl shifted closer to him, a soft happy murmur parting her lips at the manner in which his hands moved through her loose thick curls, her green eyes fixed on him and dazed with desire, with shock. Beyond dreams, this stolen moment.<br><br>When he dipped, arms gathering her into his hold she let out a soft squeak of surprise. She had always feared she would be too heavy by the nature of her curves, her fuller figure, to ever be carried like this; but the Northern who was of the Vales did so so easily. She felt delicate and cherished in his embrace, caught tight as he walked, and so Ravenrose relaxed, her arms twining around his neck, inwardly admiring his broad shoulders, his strength and yet the infinite care he took as he carried her. Even her wine and lust fogged mind could sense where they were going, and a smile of delight curved on her lips as she pressed them against his neck, her tongue shyly lapping out just slightly to taste the man who would being taking her away from her Vale. <br><br>Her feet touched the ground reluctantly, she didn't want to part from him, but then she laughed, a soft, sweet and joyous giggle as she pulled back, shaking out her long, lustrous hair. He was like a sweet tormenting fire that spread beneath her skin and so she would torment him in return, make him burn for her as her flushed and aching body did for him. Even if she didn't understand everything about the desires that now ruled her she could follow her instincts, and let herself be given over to the female part of her that knew of this, that had always known this. <br><br>Slowly her hands glided down her body, that sweet giggle coming again, fingers trailing back up her taunt midsection before they found the laces of her vest. They worked nimbly, undoing them, first one shoulder, then the other lifted in a casual shrug that had the garment slipping down her arms, just teasing at revealing her full breasts. She turned her back then, slipping the vest from her body, revealing the pale golden skin, one hand drawing her long hair over a shoulder to bare her supple flawless back to his eyes. She turned again, vest in hand and carelessly let it fall to the ground, almost dancing, her hips swaying as she undid the ties of her tight breeches, bending to push them from her body. Her boots stopped their removal completely and she struggled with them for a moment before succeeding in discarding both things, her cheeks pinked as she straightened, standing nude and flushed before him. The soft misty fog of the hot spring in the night air wrapped itself around her, making her seem one with the night, a forest maiden given human form beneath the full moon that shone its beams down upon them still. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 07:35:23</strong>
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				All of this felt right, like it was supposed to happen this way. Moonstorm did not know what he was doing any longer, as if he were only a willing participant in this wondrous game of love played by the goddess herself. She was light as a feather to him, though had enough weight to her that she would not blow away if they were set off course. Nothing the Herald could ever think of, dream of, would ever match what he was experiencing now, except for where this may be leading them. <br><br>When he placed her on her feet, he watched in disbelief as she willingly began to disrobe herself. He enjoyed it to the fullest, feeling his loins burn with passion and desire for her, fueled on by her melodious, playful giggles. The way she shook out her hair sent vibrations through his entire form. Showing off her bare back to him and turning around when completely lacking clothing drove him absolutely wild. He could feel himself straining against his breeches, wanting to be set free, to show his young companion what he would bring to the table. “Ravenrose. By the Goddess, you are so stunningly beautiful.” He purred the words out as he then pulled his own clothes off.<br><br>He did this hastily, so that she would not be scared off, but also teasingly so that her own mind would dance more, thoughts of what lay beneath all the Whites he wore. He pulled off the shirt and undershirt, dropping it at his feet. He ran a hand through his dusty brown locks while several healed scars showed upon his chest, but nothing upon his chiseled, well-muscled stomach or abdomen. He watched her as he undid his breeches and pulled them down, detaching his boots from his feet. The last bit of his clothing came off then, revealing a rather long, thick and stiff manhood that was striving and twitching simply, and only, because of her. It was her that caused this, and it was her that would receive it for the ultimate pleasure. He smiled as he closed the gap between them, letting her soak in his own nudity before kissing her sensuously once more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 07:50:24</strong>
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				Her cheeks felt like they were fire, crimson painted at his compliment, at the way the thunder eyed Herald looked at her. Moonstorm, for he was like a night of the full moon, glorious in his Herald whites and then with his eyes of the dead of a storm. She shivered to feel them upon her, to feel the way his voice wafted through the night and seemed to wrap around her body. The girl shifted, nervous but enthralled as she watched the man strip himself of his clothing, her forest eyes fixated on him whilst one hand nervously threaded her fingers through her hair to play with the silken locks. <br><br>Ravenrose bit her lip at the sight of his scars, half wanting to go, to press herself against him and caress the marrs to his skin, to kiss them and worship them. A warrior, he was a man fully grown, a veteran Herald. And she was just a young girl of the Vales. And yet somehow it seemed only right, as if the Star Eyed One herself willed it. <br><br>A soft gasp of surprise came from her lips, eyes widening at the sight of his shaft, thick and heavy with want as it was revealed and she shifted a step back, suddenly unsure. How in the heavens could that fit inside her body? She trembled as he came to her, as Moonstorm wrapped his arms around her, but she could not pull back, caught in the desire at the press of his nude flesh to her own. She gasped, feeling almost as if the press of their skin together had shocked her, sending shivers of desire and need through her young body. She moaned into his lips, pressing herself against him, the silk of her hair tangling between their bodies, a thin barrier between her full breasts and his chest, another reason for her to shiver as the silken web moved over the tender globes, her nipples puckered and tight. Her hands moved up so that she could cling to his shoulders again as her lips clung to his own and her tongue moved sweetly in the dance with his. Yes, this was right. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 08:02:04</strong>
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				His stormy eyes never left her person, whether looking into her emerald pools of youth and desire, or upon her body, the perfect curves that made him desire her so much. The gentle teasing of her curls she did with her finger sent shivers up and down his spine. As he watched her upon approach, he saw her eyes widen, heard her light gasp, at the sight of his formidable member. He was proud at the size of his shaft, just like any normal man would be. But it was one of those secrets that did not appear until the time was right. And now the time was wonderfully right.<br><br>Her silken curls between their bodies made his member twitch for her, against her. His hands were gentle as they wrapped around her sculpted artwork of a fleshy body, one hand running up her back to her head, the other down and over her well-curved, tight and bouncy bottom. It squeezed with a gentle motion while the other hand pressed them into a deeper kiss, their tongues dancing without any hesitation now.<br><br>It was indeed right, and it had only begun. They both knew where this was now going, and neither wished for it not to happen. He purred as he felt her body with his strong yet gentle hands, exploring her as one would do to their lover or mate. He could feel his shaft gently nuzzling itself against the bottom of her stomach.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 17:41:13</strong>
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				She could feel him, hot and heavy against her taunt stomach, and she shifted into his hands, feeling them run down her body, learning her, mapping her skin. Her own hands shyly caresses his shoulders, trailing down his chest, but he was taller then her and there was only so much she could do while held so tightly. When his hand cupped her head, tilting it back she went with it, her body arching into his in abandon before her breath caught and a whimper replaced it at the slight squeeze upon her rear. Ravenrose squirmed in his arms, aflame with her desire. Goddess, she had never thought anything could feel this good.<br><br>Her tongue twined with his, hands clinging around his neck to press her further against him until she began to get dizzy from lack of air, it felt like his kiss, his lips could steal out her very soul, her breath, and she wouldn't care. She never wanted to stop kissing Moonstorm. But still she dragged her lips from the kiss, panting whilst her heart raced within her breast and she shifted against him, glancing at the water. "Sho...should we? Get in the water...that is..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 17:53:34</strong>
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				Moonstorm's mind was heady with desire and lust for the young Ravenrose. Her question, though stammered out, made him smile confidently and comfortingly to her. "Yes, my precious one. Let's get in the water." He took a step back, brazenly keeping his burning gaze upon her. He caressed her, slowly pulling her long tendrils of raven hair away from her body to fall back gracefully behind her. <br><br>To his eyes were revealed all of her most intimate, and wonderful, assets. He had seen them before, but this was quite better than that time. Her large, firm breasts swelled with her heightened pulse, nipples stiff and aching for attention, tantalizing him. But he would not touch just yet. Lower, beyond her flat stomach and jutting hips was a mass of onyx curls that made his member twitch before her eyes with approval. It was so dense, so thick, so lovely. Never had she altered it, never had she opened it up to the world, unlike many other more "beautiful" women in the Vale. This was her secret, and soon to be his.<br><br>He purred an approval at the sight of her naked frontal form, framed by the impossibly beautiful hair that ran down to her firm bottom. He extended his hand to her to guide them both to the water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 18:10:21</strong>
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				Precious one.<br><br>The words filled her, caressed her and she shivered for them, holding them to herself like a treasure, and they were. When he stepped back from her she stilled, looking up at him, her emerald eyes wide in her face. She didn't move as he slowly brushed back her long hair, the silken strands shifting over her shoulders to fall away and reveal the pert roundness of her breasts, the taunt expanse of her stomach, the curl guarded apex of her legs, her long, elegant legs. She blushed but didn't move, not with the way his eyes moved over her, with the way his eyes darkened for her. Ravenrose let her own gaze shyly drift down his body, pausing to stare it shocked awe at the thickness of his shaft, a soft mewl of surprise leaving her lips when it twitched. Goddess.<br><br>Nervously she licked her lips, shifting on her heels with a blush at the sound of approval that came from him, at the heat. Approval, such a heady thing, something she had desired for so long from a male, and here was Moonstorm, the most handsome man she had ever seen, so exotic to her eyes and wondrous, approving her form. The girl didn't pause when he held out his hand to her though, slipping her smaller one trustingly into his, allowing him to guide her into the water. The hot spring's water came only up to her midthigh, it wasn't an overly deep one at first and she back up against one of the edges, lined with stones and leaned against it, hands going behind herself to brace her body, opening it fully to him in a silent, trembling offer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 18:29:44</strong>
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				Moonstorm took Ravenrose's silent offering of herself, leaning down to leave a fiery trail of heated kisses up her outer thigh. The kisses then turned inward, quickly finding their way above her apex. He nuzzled his cheek against her willowy forest, loving how soft it was. Then his nose pressed into it, inhaling her feminine scent, easily telling how eager and responsive she was to them doing this. Slowly he dipped lower, sending his tongue out to trail against the puffy offerings of desire that were the entrance to her most private, intimate area. A quick flick of his tongue over the hidden nub he found to send a jolt of pleasure through her was all he left her with.<br><br>He gazed up into her eyes with a purr of approval. "So supple....so succulent." He gave her a wicked grin as he kissed up her stomach and the undersides of her breasts. His strong, firm hands took hold of one, caressing and kneading it as if it were porcelain, but hard enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through his partner. He flicked a finger across the hard nipple to ellicit some reaction from her, then took the nipple into his mouth, suckling and mewling over it, worshiping it and her. He reciprocated upon the one that was left straining before moving up again.<br><br>His kisses trailed upward, over her throat and her chin, until he was sure he had her in a bit of a frenzy. He met her lips with his own, connected with her again, kissing her fervently with the desire and need that had kept him away from the warm body of a woman for nearly five years. His hands were not idle though. One was inevitably within her hair, caressing, splaying out, loving how silken it felt to his touch. The other hand laid claim to a breast, teasing, squeezing and caressing with purpose.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 18:41:06</strong>
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				His lips touched her skin and she felt like it sent a lighting storm through her body, need coursing through her blood as she shifted, whimpering beneath the kisses, her cheeks flushed. It was so shocking, to have a man, someone who was nearly an Elder in standing in some ways to those of the Vales worship her body in such a manner, to have his lips trail up her flesh, leaving a blaze in their wake. When he nuzzled into her curls her knees nearly went weak, she gasped, hands clenching into the earth as she trembled, biting down hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out. Yet her lips parted, a ragged cry of delighted shock escaping her when his tongue seemed to touch the core of her body, the pearl of sensation around which her whole being was now focused. She nearly went weak with that, fighting to stay in control of her body, aware of her surroundings while desire consumed her. <br><br>The look in his thunderstorm eyes made her body throb, the aching dampness between her legs only growing for it as his words purred over her, that wicked smile making her shift, pressing her legs together in a vain attempt to ease the ache she didn't quiet understand. Her back arched back, hair cascading in a waterfall behind her as his kisses traveled up her stomach, teased against her breasts. Ravenrose whimpered then, her breasts heaving into that touch with a quick, shuddering breath, and then Moonstorm's hands closed around one, cupping it, holding it and kneading it, she moaned, her voice husky with her pleasure as he took her further and further into the sensual world of his touch and the longing it inspired. The raven haired girl jerked, withering at the finger that teased across the tender nub of her hard nipple. <br><br>When his mouth closed around it one hand flew to his hair, threading through it to hold him to her as she trembled and panted, trying to remember how to breath as she became only a thing of desire and need. She mewled in protest when his sinful lips left her breasts, though she enjoyed the kisses against her slender throat. Ravenrose parted for him when his lips met hers again, clinging to them, kissing him with completely abandon, no longer shy, not now, not with him, not with the fire that raged within her body for this one man. The feel of his hand working through her hair, the other on a tender breast made her moan out into his mouth and she squirmed in his hold, pressing their bodies closer together, the water slicking their skins. "Moonstorm....I ...I burn....Goddess ..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 23:53:20</strong>
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				Moonstorm teased Ravenrose only minimally more, knowing the girl meant what she said. He dipped a hand down between her legs, gently feeling, rubbing and caressing her rather drenched lips. He moaned at feeling how ready she was for him. A single finger slipped past her folds and within her body, feeling an immediate grip from her young, inexperienced muscles. He was sure that she had done this part to herself on plenty of occasions, but had never received it from another. <br><br>His stormy eyes watched her face as he concentrated on pleasuring her, on readying her for his thick, long, throbbing piece of hard flesh that would fill her and spread her to no end. Slowly he developed a rhythm with her, stroking in and out. Encouraged by her eager desire, he slipped a second finger in, continuing until she would beg him again.<br><br>When she did, he pulled his fingers out, positioning the tip of his shaft against her tight entrance. Gently he guided it in, letting her get used to how it felt, slowly pulling out and pushing in until he was far enough in to feel her virginal barrier, the true barrier between being a girl and a woman. "This may hurt for a few moments, my precious beauty. But I promise that it will disappear fast. I have no intentions of hurting you, I promise." His words were husky, but truthful, eyes speaking the volumes his words could not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 00:07:13</strong>
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				She rocked her hips into his touch, trembling as his fingers teased between her legs, dipping into the curls to find the hidden pulsing heat of her pussy as she moaned out into the slightly fogged air of the chill night. She had never felt so wet before, though the touches before this moment had been mere grazes, passing fancies, this, Goddess this was more, so much more. When his finger slipped into her, into the tight slick sheath of her core she let out a soft cry, arching into it as it invaded her, the friction in her slick nethers making her whimper in delight, muscles tensed, toes curled and her whole body focused on his touches. Ravenroses's glorious forest colored eyes were glazed over, bright with the headiness of the passion the Herald had birthed within her. <br><br>A second finger speared into her and she whimpered for it, biting down on her lower lip, her arms trembling as she tried to keep herself open to him, panting for air, for breathing was near impossible as he touched her. "Yes...oh....yes..yes...yes.....Moon...storm....Goddess yes....." the words fell in a broken chorus from her lips, mindlessly. The girl lost all thought of reserve, only filled with wanton abandon for the moment, for him, for his touch. "Oh...please...please...I don't...know what but please!" she plead shameless, begging in earnest for the height of pleasure that seemed just out of her reach.<br><br>She stilled, eyes widening, a glimmer of thought in her gaze as she looked up at him, feeling the press of his cockhead against her most intimate parts and trembling for it. Was she ready? Yes, oh Goddess yes, hadn't she just been begging for this? For whatever he would give. Still, she felt nervous, but then his gray eyes caught hers, enthralling her all over and she nodded slowly at his husky words, trust in her gaze. "I...believe you Moonstorm...I am yours...." The lithe sixteen year old took her fate into her own hands then, lifting up her long legs, spreading herself open for him more, shivering at the way he felt within her slick pussy before she wrapped her legs around his hips and arched herself into him, impaling herself fully on him, giving herself to him. A cry of pain fell from her lips and she trembled, whimpering as her arms shook and she nearly collapsed down to the ground then, but Ravenrose focused on breathing, on evening it out, on finding her pleasure again, her eyes half shut as she tried to wait out the pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 00:24:57</strong>
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				And Ravenrose made herself his of her own accord, which took Moonstorm by total surprise. When she wrapped her long, luscious legs around his waist, he enjoyed it, having half expected to lock him in so that they could be closer. But when she thrusted hard to break him through her hymen and fully lodge him within her, his mind was blown away. She had him buried to the hilt within her pulsating pussy, instinctively squeezing the life out of his member, wanting what she did not know was to come, per say. <br><br>It took him a few moments to focus on what was going on. His promise to her, and her words brought about an entirely new level of bond between them. He pulled her to him, kissing her passionately, lightly gyrating in circles so that her body could get used to the feel of him filling her so completely. Through the process, Moonstorm's eyes flew wide, realizing something that was such a rarity in this world, from the miniscule amount of reports on the topic. The curvature of his cock fit perfectly within the heated, moist confines of Ravenrose's slick pussy. There were no gaps, no infrequent rubbings. He could feel every....single....bit of her insides to the very end where his cockhead pressed lovingly against her cervix.<br><br>At this exact moment, both Companions gently brushed one word to both of the couple, each reinforcing the other in a strong, discreet whisper. ".....Lifemate....." Without a second thought, Moonstorm began to pull out and push in, slowly, lovingly, but in full command, giving his lover the pleasures that she sought, those which would send her screams echoing into the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 00:40:43</strong>
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				Her breath came in and out in gasps, soft pants as she clung to his shoulders, to his strength, drawing comfort from the way his arms wrapped around her, the way she felt cherished in his old. His, at least for this one night. She shifted in his arms, adjusting to the size of him inside her, so thick and deep within her body; it felt like they fit perfectly, not that she would know such things, perhaps all women and men fitted together so wonderfully. The girl trembled as he kissed her, melting into his lips as the pain eased from her body, coaxed away by his deep, plundering kisses to her lips, the feel of his hips moving slowly into her, against her, making her body damper for him, her long legs wrapped tightly around him, holding them close as she moaned into his lips. "Moons...torm.....oh....oh...."<br><br>Kayland's voice, like the touch of an angel's wings touched at her mind, soft and yet strong. Lifemate. Was she his then? She didn't know, but the hope had planted a seed within her chest and in the night that fogged around them she gave into the emotions, the want and rocked herself into him as he took her young body. In and out he thrust, teaching her of pleasure as he took her and she withered and moaned, the full force of her desire roaring back through her blood again as she cried out for him, urging him on even as her nails scored down his back.<br><br>"......Lifemate......" she said, hoarsely, echoing the Companions, caught in a web of love and desire and hope, floating on them as each drive of the Herald's body into her own sent her higher, wrung her out on the fine line of passion. Until she broke, screaming out her pleasure as she convulsed madly in his arms, beyond thought as her pussy clamped down around him and gushed with her climax. "Moonstorm!" She screamed his name at her height, her voice sweet and high as the climax rode her body. Ravenrose went weak in his arms as it left her, her breathing thready and her body spent, yet his chest moved against hers, his hips still taking her now even more sensitive core, the feel of his skin rubbing against her hard, tender nipples, earning breathy moans as she quivered in his hold. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 00:54:22</strong>
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				Moonstorm felt his new lover tighten beneath him and then explode, crying his name out as she experienced her first sex-induced orgasm. A fleeting thought wondered if it was the first ever in her young life. But as it disappeared, he continued thrusting into her, making love to her, for that was what this was. They were not in a one-night tryst. They were lovers now. And more importantly...they were lifemates.<br><br>Not thinking much as he thrust harder, faster, more wantonly into her nubile body, Moonstorm opened his mind to Ravenrose, looking into her eyes, touching her mind to speak more intimately with her. ~My precious love. Yes, we are lifemates. And I cannot help but tell you that I love you.~ His thunderstorm hued eyes met hers. There was no movement from his lips, just the thoughts in her mind, the clear words. To help further complicate it, he did not stop in driving her further to the heavens. She was doing the same to him, if only indirectly and without full knowledge. Soon, he knew, she would develop the confidence to seduce him and reciprocate everything he did to and for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 01:03:37</strong>
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				She panted, slowly regaining her breath only to feel the pleasure building around her once more, urged on by his thrusts as she clung to him, her body rocking into his instinctively. When she felt him inside her, nearly like Kayland when he touched her mind she jerked, gasping at the friction of his cock within her body with the sudden move and whimpering. His love, his love, the words echoed in her mind, into her heart and she nearly wept for them, caught up in the loving of their bodies, of their hearts, it felt like they were both joining together, forever sealed together. Her green eyes looked into his gray ones, forest and sky meeting in them, Herald and Tayladras, two worlds melding perfectly as did their bodies. Her throat worked, thick lashes fluttering as she fought to stay coherrant. Yet words could not come, not to her lips, so she reached out with her mind instinctively.<br><br><em>~Moonstorm...I....would be honored to be your lifemate, to love you....~</em> Her mental voice was soft, tender even as her lips parted in a moan, the connection between them hazy and flooded with the emotions that filled her, want, belonging, joy and pure pleasure. She rocked into him, her head tossed back as the ebony of her hair trailed in the water beneath them. <em>~Yours...yours...your love...~</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 01:15:27</strong>
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				Hearing Ravenrose's words in his mind....especially as he watched and heard her exude a moan from her mouth was enough to drive him over the proverbial edge. He cried out her name as he thrust with all his power and might into her body, filling her with his seed over and over, the hot sticky liquid bursting out against her very sensitive cervix. <br><br>While he was still in the throes of orgasm, he kissed her with deep love and passion, different from the kisses before. Through their newly linked connection, he showed her images of want, belonging, joy and pure pleasure. ~I promise, my lifemate, that I will provide and give these all to you. I will never stray or cease in loving you. You are so perfect, and I love you.~<br><br>There was no question that they were now bound together forever. Not that either would ever complain about that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 01:44:01</strong>
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				The girl gasped as he filled her, trembling in delight as she felt him all but paint her womb with his release, her body clinging to his in the heat of the night whilst they lingered in the air just above the hotspring. She could feel the water teasing against the curve of her ass at the lowest point of where she hung from his shoulders. But that odd little fact vanished at his lips met her's again, kissing and teasing her up and she clung to him in delight, sighing with pleasure into the kiss. <br><br>Ravenrose was enthralled and shocked in equal measure at the way he opened his mind to her, the images he showed her, the reassurance he offered. And she was to be his student, his traveling companion, for at least a year, if not more. <em>~Oh....Moonstorm...Trae....~</em> She couldn't find words inside herself to give back to him, still so surprised by all this, still trying to have it all make sense. As their passions died down, her breathing evening out she let her legs drop from around his waist, down into the hot water, his body shifting with hers to allow her to do so, but they did not part, not yet. <br><br>She swayed into him, inhaling deeply to breath in his scent, a happy sigh parting her lips. "...thank you...." she finally said, softly, her voice husky hoarse from the screams of pleasure earlier. Numir shifted in the tree above them, edgy and concerned, drawing her attention upward with a frown. Her long dark hair stuck to her body in the damp heat of the hot spring, her smooth brow ruined by the furrow of concern as she tried to coax the gyrfalcon to show her what was wrong. Her hands tightened on Trae's arm's before she glanced at him, green eyes worried. "Something is wrong...." <em>~And Numir won't tell me what...~</em> She shifted to mental speak without meaning to, their minds just fitting together that well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 02:18:44</strong>
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				Moonstorm beamed as they stay joined together, intimately speaking with each other. "You are most welcome, my precious one. And thank you." He kissed her sweetly, filled with all the love in the world for her. When she broke the kiss and furrowed her brow he reached his mind for Dwayna to see what was going on. <br><br>~There is nothing out of the ordinary as far as either Kayland or I can tell, darling one. No creature that does not belong here has shown itself.~ The thought of a potential changebeast so far into a Vale was impossible. They were so rare now, despite the wild magick that still flowed around some places in the Pelagirs. Kayland reciprocated the same thoughts to his beloved Chosen. Nothing out of the ordinary.<br><br>~Shall we go check out what is frightening Numir into silence, Ravenrose? Do not worry about clothes, we will not be seen...~ He rose from where they were, keeping her connected to him, not yet willing to lose that wonderful connection they had established, weaving reflective spells outward so no one would see them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 02:30:20</strong>
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				The girl shifted into her lover's arms, clinging to his warmth and strength for a moment. She was a scout, raised by a scout, so it was not that she did not know danger, but her body was still flushed from the wine and their coupling, their love making, and she didn't want to loose that. For once someone else could deal with it, she thought that only for a moment before nodding and sighing reluctantly. <em>~I suppose we should...~</em> It was clear the sixteen year old did not want to leave her hotspring or the Herald's embrace, and yet still she did, tugging up her breeches and shrugging on her vest swiftly, though leaving the laces undone. <br><br><em>~We shouldn't leave clothing here, or at least not together, it would make people curious...~</em> It showed her training clearly, that automatic response, though she did not do the laces of either garments, both tight garments clinging to her wet skin in a rather becoming manner as she tied back her long fall of raven curls and smiled at Moonstorm. <em>~Numir says he will show us if we follow...~</em> And she held out her hand to him in welcome with a hazy smile on her lips, she could still feel him deep inside her and she cherished the feeling. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 04:08:20</strong>
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				<em>~Yes, you're right, lovely one.~</em> Moonstorm quickly got dressed as well, approving of the wet, tight clothing that she wore. He winked at her playfully, hearing her words in his mind. The way that they communicated so intimately now....it felt wonderful. It was also good for privacy, and not wanting to be heard as in a time like this.<br><br>A nod of the head and a smile to her as he finished getting dressed. <em>~Good. Let's go then. I want to see what could frighten a large bondbird like Numir.~</em> He looked up at Numir and offered him apology, not having meant any offense by those words, knowing the gyrfalcon could probably hear the conversation of he cared to listen.<br><br>Numir lead the two freshly-made lovers to a clearing. There was something large, stirring within the clearing, and Moonstorm watched with a scout's vision to see what it was. A few seconds of recognition and he gasped through the mental bond he shared with his Ravenrose. <em>~My love, we are in the midst of a gryphon......~</em> The words trailed off, lingering over their connection, filled with awe and a bit of fear. Surprise a gryphon and you would be flattened or food, though they were intelligent enough to decipher after a few moments.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 04:19:00</strong>
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				Ravenrose laughed softly, her lips quirking physically, but most of the mirth shared through their mind link at his words, at the approval she felt coming from him over the way&nbsp; her clothing fit her. Later she would have time to wonder at how easy it was to share her mind with him, how well they fit together, for now she was merely going to enjoy it. And her eyes were happily distracted by the sight of him getting dressed, he was built unlike the men of the Vale she had grown up in, more masculine, pure raw strength in his build and it made her want to melt back into his arms. She hoped the night wasn't over, not yet. <br><br>The way he looked at Numir, the manner in which he treated her bondbird only raised him in her eyes and she was humbled again that such a man would couple with her, would call her his lifemate, even if she wasn't sure she could be anyone's lifemate yet. She was after all only sixteen, and especially while they were still in her home Vale she could be nothing then scout and her father's daughter. Numir took wing then and she turned her attention to the gyrfaclon, flying with him mentally while she wove her way through the woods with all the unearthly stealth she had learned under Raventhorn, like a shadow herself in the night nearly. <br><br>A frown drew on her brow as she tried to make sense of what was before them before she felt Moonstorm's voice in her head and glanced at him <em>~Gryphons? How is that possible none are this far north...What should we do?~</em> Her mental voice was worried, assessing. She didn't know what to do, what the proper protocol was and a gryphon was important to her people, she couldn't shame herself before one. However apparently Numir shared none of that concerned, shrieking at the gryphon, welcoming him in bird tongue as the dark haired scout winced. <em>Oh no..</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 20:36:11</strong>
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				Ravenrose would soon learn that she could be someone's lifemate at such an early age. And that she was *his* lifemate no matter which way it was looked upon. They were perfectly made for each other in many interpretations of the phrase. He had taken her hand into his, holding it lovingly, protectively, with a level of care that he would only ever show to her. <em>~Well, we should not startle it firstly. And show it the awe and respect it deserves. They are proud, intelligent beings, highly magical.....~</em> <br><br>Moonstorm cringed as Numir greeted the gryphon, giving away their position and hiding place. But he could not chide the gyrfalcon for acting as he did. He sighed and squeezed Ravenrose's hand, not letting her go.<br><br>The gryphon wheeled and it's sharp gaze picked out the white gyrfalcon that just shrieked at it. It's head tilted, seeming to weigh the greeting. "Well hello to you too." A rumbling chuckle came from the back of his throat. "You two may as well come out. I have known of your presence before you arrived." He looked at where the lovers were hidden, blue-purple feathers and plumage seeming to shimmer in the moonlight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 20:50:48</strong>
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				The girl glanced up at her handsome lover, her gaze gleaming in the soft moonlight as they hid behind some brush, enjoying the way his hand encased hers, holding her so close by such a simple thing. It was so odd to have his very voice in her head, but she didn't overly mind it, in fact it was wonderful, if the truth be told, she didn't feel alone or afraid, not with him there, or with Kayland and Numir, all surrounding her. She must be Goddess touched, she thought, to be so blessed. <br><br>Ravenrose bit her lip to hold back a laugh at the look on the Herald's face at the welcome Numir gave to the gryphon stranger. What surprised her was the way the mystical beast responded to it, the girls eyes widening at the chuckle before she moved forward, Moonstorm's hand still holding hers for a moment. But once they were free of their concealing foliage she dropped down to one knee, head bowed, her long hair shifting around her. "It is an honor skydancer. Welcome to Vale k'Veia." <br><br>Slowly the girl got back to her feet, shaking her hair behind her shoulders as she stood, beside Moonstorm but no longer reaching for his hand, she wasn't sure what to do, but she was of the Vale, this Vale, and the Herald wasn't, so she had to present herself as strong, proud; she couldn't disappoint everyone, though part of her wished it had been someone else who had seen the gyrphon, a bondbird outside Numir. But Numir was her pride, one of the most intelligent birds in the Vale, sensitive to the world around him in a way most raptor's weren't. "Numir, my bondbird is the one who welcomed you first."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 21:15:25</strong>
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				Moonstorm stepped forward in his whites and kneeled before the regal gryphon. "It is an honour to be in your presence, cloudtoucher. I am Herald Trae of Valdemar, Moonstorm of K'Vala Vale." He rose to his feet and took his place next to Ravenrose, keeping himself high in stature, close to his new mate, waiting for the gryphon to speak.<br><br>The gryphon bowed, lowering its head to the two "Thank you for your kind words, and your greetings. I am Duskwhisper, ambassador from Iftel. It is not yet the time for me to introduce myself to your Elder, Ravenrose. I came here for respite before revealing myself during midday tomorrow." His sharp golden eyes flicked between the two, senses revealing something about the man and woman. A smirk seemed to appear upon his beak. "You two are freshly mated. I did not disturb your mating, did I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 21:34:58</strong>
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				The girl reached out to him with her mind, touching his in the same way a Companion would, just using instinct since the mindmagic was new to her, but wanting some contact with her lover. However the gryphon demanded and deserved most of her attention and so she focused herself on the magical beast, still awed at actually seeing one this far south. The gryphon spoke as clear and neat as any human, and she believed all the tales of old of how intelligent they were, remembering the stories about the two who Darkwind had befriended, who had gone north with him to Valdemar, to Haven. To where she herself would be going. <br><br>"Iftel?" She blinked in surprise, not understanding why the country far to the north that most knew little to nothing about would want with her Vale, they were not overly incredible at anything, at least not as far as she knew. But then Ravenrose would readily admit that she knew next to nothing about politics. The piercing golden eyes shocked her though when they fixed on her, when the raptorial creature smirked and mentioned mating. <br><br>"I...um...." the girl usually soft, but well spoken stumbled over her words, her cheeks crimson red, flaming and if she could have she would have had the earth swallow her whole. How in the world had a gyrphon known that?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 21:56:59</strong>
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				Moonstorm touched his love's mind, caressing it with a gentle passion and comfort to calm her happily. <em>~Gryphons have a keen sense of smell, darling. Do not worry. He will respect our wishes and privacy.~</em> He looked at Duskwhisper and lowered his head again. "Master Duskwhisper. Yes, we have recently mated. But no, you did not interrupt us" A warm smile was offered to the truly incredible beast before him. "But it is new and budding. I beseech thee to please not mention us to any of the Vale's elders or people, please."<br><br>Duskwhisper regarded the Herald and chuckled heartily. "I will not ruin your secret, Herald-Mage. It is not my place to do such. It would also put a damper on my mission to your Vale." He smiled down to Ravenrose and Trae, whispering the best he could, "I would not separate newly found lifemates." He smiled knowingly.<br><br>"'Twas an honour to meet you both. I look forward to meeting you again someday. Farewell." With that he lifted off and departed into the night sky, leaving the lovers to themselves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 22:10:41</strong>
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				It was so easy for Moonstorm to sooth her, but she didn't mind truly it was a good thing for him to do otherwise she likely would have done something foolish or embarrassing or likely both. A sense of smell, well that would make sense, even though they had been in the hotspring, a spring she would never be able to think of in the same way again. But it was good to know the gryphon would not share that information. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask the gryphon what mission, but she figured she would learn of it on the morrow if nothing else, though when the gryphon himself called them lifemates she blushed again. At that moment she was just a shy sixteen year old, not the brave scout representing her Vale. So she turned herself into Moonstorm, hiding her face against his chest.<br><br>"Goddess, a gryphon, and lifemates, he called us lifemates..." her voice held the awe both of the idea and concept as it applied to her, and then also the fact that she had seen and talked to a gryphon. Ravenrose drew back with a blush, biting her lower lip. <br><br>"Its late...I should go..." the words came soft, unsure and it was clear the girl didn't really want to part from him though duty said she should. She had duties to do in the morning, and so would he, and this was all forbidden anyway. Was that part of the thrill, the rush of all this? No, not really, not to her mind, it was all because it was him, not any other male, no one had ever affected her like he did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 22:22:03</strong>
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				Moonstorm kissed her passionately as she began speaking of departing from his side. He pulled her into his strong arms to silence her. After a few moments he swept her off of her feet with ease, carrying her away from where they were. "Mmm. Please don't go. I wish to share my bed with you tonight." His words were suddenly husky, wanting her to spend the night with him. Not like he gave her much choice in the matter. He smiled and winked as his feet propelled them in silence back to their rooms. He kissed her again without much thought or hesitation, purring to her, telling her how beautiful she was with their Mindspeech.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 00:59:47</strong>
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				She was not surprised when the Herald took her lips with his own, but she was shocked at the way she instantly softened into him all but clinging to his taller form. Ravenrose had never been overly touchy, her father had not approved of it, and had certainly touched her little if at all since she was young. And she could tell, shockingly, that he didn't want her to leave him that he would keep her with him if she could. A muffled squeak of shock came from her lips when his arms scooped her up like they had earlier, cradling her body within his embrace making her feel so small and dainty; something welcome to the young curvy Tayledras who had always felt awkward about being 'thicker' then her kindred in the Vale. <br><br>"I...don't see how I can with you holding me in such a way..." The girl retorted back, or at least tried to for the words came soft, stumbling over themselves as she tried to be witty and teasing. However shock was more the emotion that filled her, just pure shock over all that had happened to her today. Being Chosen and meeting Kayland, a part of her soul she hadn't been aware she didn't have, to feel that instant connection was such a gift. And then her father's approval, his touch and the smile, the words of caring, all that she had hoped for these past few years. <br><br>And then the hotspring, the sweet wine and Moonstorm, the Herald. <br><br>A gyrphon, the words lifemate, lifebonded, yes, it was all a bit much to happen in one day yet it had. It was almost like one of the tales, the ones told of Darkwind and the Princess Herald Elspeth, of Kethry the mage who had traveled with the Swordsworn Tarma. Or of even farther back, of Urtho, the first gyrphons. They had days like this, so filled with action, with surprises and news, both good and bad. She was glad there had been no bad news though she wasn't sure she had the right to compare her rather awe inspiring day to those lived by some of the greatest heroes of the known world. She certainly wasn't anything all that special...Only was that true? She had a bondbird, one of the smartest and fastest, she was Chosen, to be a Herald and had a man admired and desired by many claiming her as lifemate. Perhaps she was. <br><br>Ravenrose shook her head at such a silly thought, her thoughts summoned back by the deep sound of Moonstorm's voice, of his intentions, teasing her mind with what could happen while he carried her back toward his room. "I'm not sure that's the wisest...." her words, just starting, were cut off as his lips took hers, so sinfully divine and she couldn't think around the fog of lust and sweet wine that filled her with the touch of his kiss. She whimpered into him, her supple young body pressing closer in his arms as he carried her to where they would have privacy, to where he could have his way with her. His compliments, showered into her mind even as his tongue took her mouth, coaxing and seducing her so easily, made her blush and sigh in delight, her heart racing within her breast. She surely must have been the luckiest woman in the Vale. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 22:23:33</strong>
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				Dwayna and Kayland were plotting, Trae could feel it in his bones. But at this moment he did not care, nor could he care, for he was with the most beautiful woman to ever exist in any time period. In actuality, the mated pair of Companions were not diabolically plotting. They were instead simply planning when and how to wake their Chosen in the morning, so nothing scandalous would spread like wildfire through the Vale or any other Vales.<br><br>Rather than concentrate on what those two wicked spirits were doing, Trae took his mate to his rooms, under the silence of the night and his lack of scent or sound. He placed her, wet clothes, hair and all upon the bed, laying her out so that he could take in the full sight of her. He did not speak with his lips. He wanted this to be as intimate, if not moreso, than their first coupling. <em>~You look so beautiful, my precious one. I will make you feel special, moreso than you already are.~</em><br><br>With that he began to peel her clothes off, his lust- and love-filled eyes boring into her with such wicked heat that he had to show it to her within their minds too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 00:39:45</strong>
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				She was a scout, born and raised to many extents and she had to marvel at the way he moved through the Vale, so deft at knowing where to step, how to keep utter silence; and she felt safe within his arms, cherished and surrounded. It would be so easy to just relax and sink into the feeling of it all and Ravenrose knew she didn't have to protest everything, after all if they were lifebonded it was only right that he carry her to his rooms; yet still she worried for she did not wish to risk her father's anger. Even as his lips broke from hers and she inhaled the night air deeply she knew she wouldn't though, no she couldn't bare to be parted from him at the moment, and that was the truth she told only herself. <br><br>When his gentle hands set her upon his bed with her damp clothing still clinging to her form she blushed, still and unsure as her green eyes glittered in the night and looked up at him, asking without words what he was thinking, and then there was his voice, in her head, so gentle and soothing. Arousing at the same time, she could feel his want for her, his deep kindness, all the secrets of his mind and heart and soul were laid bare before her and she found nothing wanting or lacking. She wanted to be this man's. So beautiful? Was she really? She wasn't sure, but he was handsome, exotic and wonderful, she wanted to touch him, to know that this man was real, her hands to run down the planes of his muscular body and learn him and his shape. And she would, Goddess bless her she would. The Lady was gifting her beyond her wildest dreams. <br><br>Ravenrose did not pull away as his hands stripped her of her clothing, rather easily too, for scout clothing was not made to be overly thick or hard to remove after all. Instead she shifted to help him, shyly touching him here and there when she could around his touches, shy things to show her interest; she felt lost in the sea of sensations and wants that flared in her body thanks to him, yet his eyes like the thunderclouds of a winter storm gave her sense and purpose. His. His mind brushed hers again, open and blazing with the passion that kindled between them until she whimpered from it and shivered beneath his hands as the last of her clothing fell away and left the young Tayledras female bare upon his bed, the golden hue of her skin flawless. <em>~Moonstorm...I need you, please, how we feel, its all too much unless you are touching me...~</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 01:20:13</strong>
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				<em>~Then I shall touch you, precious Ravenrose.~</em> There was so much heat and love in those words that it sent trembles through his entire body as he stripped off his tops, but not his bottoms quite yet.&nbsp; He kneeled at the foot of the bed and caressed each of the lovely girl's feet, rubbing them down and careful to not tickle her. There would be a time to find out when and/or where she was ticklish. That time was not now. <br><br>When he felt that each of her feet were thoroughly relaxed, he showered each foot with his tongue, taking long moments to suckle each of her perfectly constructed toes until she squeaked. He then trailed his hands across her legs, letting the fingers dance up, down and across her long, sculpted legs. They were so powerful. He pitied the man that found one of these legs kicking hard. Finally, he teasingly reached up to her apex with his face, his tongue.<br><br>He nuzzled her dark, thick curls with his cheeks, showing Ravenrose just how hot and attractive it was that she had never taken a blade's edge to clear away the hair. It was one of the true signs that she was a woman. He purred and gently coaxed her shivering legs over his shoulders. He fully expected her to wrap them around his neck eventually as well, shuddering pleasantly at the thought.<br><br>His tongue immediately traced up and down her exposed slit, beads of pre-cum dripping from within. He purred against her then, wanting to send chills through her entire body. Then, with enough of his foreplay and teasing, he plunged his tongue deep into her folds, flicking to and fro, curling up to try to find her trigger within.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 02:10:31</strong>
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				His voice nearly felt like a physical thing to touch her as it stroked her mind, her heart, words of such passion and need spoken to her soul as she shivered beneath him, watching as he removed anything that would obstruct her view of his torso. She was quiet thankful for that, thinking to reach for him only to stop and blink in surprise when he knelt at the edge of the bed. What could he be doing? His hands softly caressed and relaxed her feet, so gentle and yet strong, she could feel the power of this man and it made her body ache for him. When his mouth moved down she gasped in surprise as he kissed her feet, unsure what to do with such a homage, and then, oh then his hot mouth closed around one of her slender toes and she jerked, whimpering in shocked delight as the pull of his mouth seemed to tug at something far deeper within her body. The girl arched on the bed for him, her hands fisting in the coverlet beneath her. <em>~Bright Lady!~</em><br><br>Her body tensed, clenching for him so deep inside her she could hardly breath as the need built within her for him. His hands were mere ghosts moving up her toned legs and she whimpered, craving, needing his touch already. Yet he shocked her again, his face touching the curls between her legs and crimson painted her cheeks and danced down her flesh as well. Ravenrose bit down on her lower lip as she gazed at her lover, trembling at the way he nuzzled the apex of her legs, feeling the waves of approval and desire rolling off him and surrounding her. Her body inflamed him as his touch did her. The purr made her pussy clamp down inside her and she whimpered, letting him guide her legs even as she quivered and blushed, unsure this was right or proper. <br><br>Yet she would not deny&nbsp; him anything, not tonight of all nights, for she wasn't as sure as him that there would be others.<br><br>Her legs even over his shoulders and then she found herself falling back on the bed, no more thought of watching him in her head for all she could do was gasp and cry out as his tongue slid into the swollen folds of her aroused flesh, to taste her most intimate core. Her body arched into him instinctively, urging on the feeling of his tongue inside her, it felt so blessedly good. Ravenrose could hardly remember to breath as she withered beneath him, her dark curls strew across his bed even as her body arched and fell fro him, the dance of his tongue against her slit, tasting her so deeply, brushing over the pearl of her sex made her moan and whimper, her legs tensing over his shoulders as she tried to urge him closer, rocking herself into his face without a thought to what was proper. No thought could exist then but him and the pleasure. <em>~Moonstorm!....oh...oh Moonstorm yes!~</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 21:56:33</strong>
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				Moonstorm was living in the moment, living for Ravenrose, to pleasure her and to be pleased by her. And just the way she moved and cried out in his mind was enough to please him. His tongue danced within her slick, wet folds, making sure to not miss an ounce of her insides, claiming her as his own, even though that was already established.<br><br>Driving her to a ear-splitting orgasm, one that made his head ring, getting her voice both in his mind and in his ear, he worked up her body, kissing over her stomach, hands rubbing up her curvy sides, learning her nooks and crannies, paying much attention to her breasts. He suckled, nipped, squeezed, rolled, did everything he knew how to to get her to the brink of another climax, if she had not reached a second already. He was showering her with his love and his carnal knowledge as if it was their wedding night.<br><br>And finally, when he climbed atop her, positioning himself to take her once more, his sight was lost, becoming the combined sight of both Dwayna and Kayland. And the emotions that flooded him from them both were of intense mating, taking over his own thoughts, yet keeping his own identity within the fray. He could feel what each was doing to the other, and then, through the link he had to Ravenrose, feel that she was experiecing the same thing. It all hit him sixfold, and his body responded in turn, thrusting with passion into his mate, matching the pace that Kayland had set.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 22:53:18</strong>
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				How any man could know just where to touch her she did not know, only that he did, each stroke of his tongue, touch of his hand, all of it was perfection and she trembled before the onslaught, whimpering sweetly as his kiss plundered the deepest parts of her body, marking her inside and out. She withers, toes curling, her whole body tensing before her climax broke over her like a wave upon the sand and she screamed out for him, her body awash with sensations and delight. "Moonstorm!" her voice broke on his name as she cried it out, going weak beneath him as his lips trailed up her body.<br><br>Slowly the girl stirred to life again, feeling him within her mind, surrounding her body, possessing her in every way and making her ache for more, need it all. His hands were so warm, so gentle and yet his strength held her securely to him, safe in his arms. When he reached her breasts she thought she might pass out from pure giddy pleasure and go to the heavens of the Lady. But no, the scrape of his teeth, the squeeze of his hands around the full mounds, handling them as deftly as he did everything only chained her to him further, the anchor in the sea of passion that now was her whole existence. There was nothing other then him. Her body hit another crest of pleasure, though merely a small one, compared to the first with his tongue within her depths, compared to the passion of the hot springs. How many more did he intend to coax from her? She already felt wrung out, panting for air, half forgetting to breath at moments. <br><br>But then, oh then his body drove into hers just as Kayland's mind opened to hers, took hers partly and she knew the Companions, mated, felt the same passions they did themselves. It was strange, she felt as if she were Dwayna, Kayland, Moonstorm and herself, all this endless circle of pleasure and passion. Ravenrose arched into her lover, her legs wrapping around his hips, powerful and lithe as she clung to him with her legs and nails, scoring his back with her desire as he thrust into her, another peak so close she begged wordlessly for it, bucking into him. <em>~Aie! Lady....help me....oh Lady! So close....Moonstorm!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 00:21:47</strong>
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				Moonstorm thrust with as much power as a stallion, feeling the passion, pure love, and desire that filled both Companions, the new Herald trainee and the Herald-Mage. In their collective minds, Moonstorm found Ravenrose and clung to her, enjoying the ride that their Companions took them on, sending shivers throughout his body and mind. He bent over his mate and nipped at her nick, nibbled, licked, teased to bring her to a mind-blowing orgasm.<br><br>He was not finished. It seemed that with this mind meld of sorts, Trae gained the endurance of a stallion as well, making sure to sporadically change speeds and strengths so that Rose would be put on edge faster, trying to make her lavish the unpredictability of his movements. One hand went through her hair, the other pulling her against him to penetrate deeper than ever.<br><br>The love and passion that he felt for her was so comforting. He was truly happy for the first time in his life since having found Dwayna. And his Companion would attest to that. The man's psyche felt healed, satiated and whole again. Though he would always be insatiable for the girl beneath him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 00:34:06</strong>
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				Sweet Lady she was going to die of pleasure. She felt awash with it, even as he sent her screaming over the edge again, her voice gone hoarse with the cries of her passion she felt the need, the aching desire for more. It was as if she had stamina of a horse, or a bird for long flight, something other then her swept her body, keeping her awake and wanton for pleasure as Moonstorm took her supple body upon his bed. So deep, aie, so deep he thrust into her, she nearly felt she could split in two, sure he reached her womb and beyond with his hard shaft as they coupled together. She moaned soft, trembling at the erotic scrap of his teeth against her flesh, her legs tensing and releasing the muscles in them as they urged her lover on.<br><br>Her pale golden skin was flushed with pleasure, her body consumed with the flame of their passion and she clung to Moonstorm, to the man who had seduced her, called to her heart, the man who had touched the very core of who she was and given birth to more passion then she would have ever thought her soul contained. <em>~Moonstorm....Moonstorm....Moonstorm....~</em> she chanted his name through their connection, over and over, the wash of pleasure cresting over her as she clung to him for the anchor in the storm, thinking it fitting that a man with the eyes of a thunderstorm could drive her into a gale of pleasure so exquisite it was nearly painful. <br><br>She would never been the same for this one night, marked, forever his for no one could match the pure, blinding storm of their lust and love and need. Their souls met, fused and soothed each other, she sensed the pain in his heart, so him, from long ago, the cracks of pain all souls bore and instinctively she healed them, her presence washing over him as his did her, but her touch, it was something more, a foreshadowing of powers to come, but for now, it was just them. Ravenrose and Moonstorm, in the midst of the storm of their passions, waves of pleasure looming and falling upon them, upon the Companions, all four minds linked together as her nails bit into the skin of his back and she arched into him, screaming with another climax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 04:31:48</strong>
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				Moonstorm found himself, in the midst of the torrential lovemaking with his passionate, young lover, comforted, feeling whole again, as if healed by some miracle. He did not think much of it as he began to call out to her, <em>~Ravenrose....Ravenrose....Ravenrose~</em>, until finally he screamed out with her in a very powerful orgasm, matching her voice but an octave beneath her. The climax was more powerful than any he had ever delivered or experienced, spurred on by the Companions illicitly sharing their coupling with him, filling Ravenrose with more sticky seed than he had yet that night.<br><br>Finally spent, he collapsed upon her, giving her the full weight of his body, wrapping around her protectively, possessively. After a few minutes of kissing at her neck, nibbling at her jawline within the afterglow, he yawned deeply. Rolling over, he brought his precious lifemate with him, keeping them connected, entwining their legs together. As he kissed her sweetly he purred in her mind, ~Thank you, Ravenrose. Thank you for this night. I look forward to what tomorrow will bring us.~
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 04:44:29</strong>
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				Slowly she came back to herself, the ebb and flow of the storm having abated, for now at least, and she was alone, mostly, in her own skin, her own mind. Ravenrose panted, shivering, remembering how her name had sounded on her lovers tongue within her mind, how it had felt to have him inside her. Her forest eyes fluttered, open, and then shut again only to open once more as she sucked in a lungful of air and remembered how to breath, how to think. Though it was slightly halted, the breathing part, by having the handsome Herald above her, the full delicious feel of his weight pressing her into the bed, trapping her but protecting her as well. His. <br><br><em>At least for tonight..</em> <br><br>She couldn't think about later, about what would come, that made her tremble for she did not know and she knew that this, now was not allowed. Still it was hard to think of this being wrong when his lips and teeth nibbled and kissed her neck, easing her down from the heights of her pleasure into the languid after. His yawn summoned one of her own and she breathed a deep sigh of relief, rolling with him to be curled in his arms, close as she could get, enjoying every moment of this stolen intimacy. <em>~I have...no words Moonstorm...~</em> she confessed softly, honestly and drifted into her exhausted slumber in his arms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 21:14:38</strong>
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				Moonstorm stretched, awaking to the darkness of pre-dawn. He sighed happily, remembering what occurred the night before. It was heavenly, and he hoped that his precious one would be next to him. But as his eyes opened, focused, he saw that Ravenrose was not there. A sigh of disappointment made him sit up, finding by quick study that her clothes were gone as well.<br><br>He opened his mind to her and found all her shields to be up. He asked Dwayna if Ravenrose was alright. She sighed to him and let him know how distraught the girl was that Kayland even had trouble speaking with her, though the girl did let him in. Trae sighed, thanking his beloved one and went about getting ready for the day. They would have to face each other sooner or later, it was inevitable. But the thoughts of love lost creeped back into his mind, taking him for a few moments before Dwayna snapped him out of it with a proverbial slap to the face.<br><br>He would give Ravenrose her space until she was ready to speak to him, or until they had to leave in a day or two. For now, he solemnly and stoicly went about his morning ritual without another single word to anyone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 21:27:12</strong>
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				She had woken up in the bad of the Herald and panicked. <br><br>Not her proudest moment to be sure, laying next to the handsome Moonstorm and feeling only blind panic and alarm, she had moved quickly, dressing and leaving, her head throbbing with a stress headache within seconds of waking. She shouldn't have done <em>half</em> of what she had the night before. She should have never touched the sweet wine, certainly not drinking a full cup. And then the hot spring. And his room, the blinding storm like passion that had swept them both up. The girl trembled and hurried through the Vale, toward her own small home, toward the outskirts mentally cursing herself. Kayland reached for her mind and she slammed up mental shields not wanting her Companion to read all the negative self thoughts and the doubts inside her. There was no need, she could control herself. She hoped at least. <br><br>Ravenrose all but ran up the steps to her rooms, Numir landing on his perch but not even her bondbird of the last six years could sooth her right now, certainly Kayland was trying but not having any luck. <em>Don't close yourself to Trae Ravenrose, he means you no harm.</em> That already beloved voice touched her thoughts and she fired back quickly. <em>What we did, what happened, it was forbidden don't you realize that?! My father could have him outcasted from all the Vales if he wished and the Heralds aren't likely to be any happier. It was not to be Kayland, and I won't talk about it again.</em><br><br>She closed Kayland out mostly then too, dropping down onto her own bed and curling up in a tight ball, tears welling in her eyes. She could let herself cry, for a little while at least she could; and so she did, her shoulders shaking with her near silent sobs as she wept into her own arms. Moonstorm, Trae, he was perfect, and Kayland, everything was incredible, just thinking about it made her want to go back, to curl back into Trae's arms and trust him. But it wasn't allowed, it would get them both in so much trouble. She was too young and to be his student in many ways, taboo and not just among her own people. Lady, why was she in such a fix. And just to think there was going to be a gryphon....<br><br>The gryphon!<br><br>Ravenrose jerked upright and launched herself off her bed, stripping off her scout clothing quickly to dress again in one of her more formal gowns. The gryphon was going to present himself today and she did have work to do before that, to get ready to leave, with Trae. Lady it was going to be hard to travel, just the two of them; he might want more from her, more like the night before. <em>Oh Kayland I'm in so over my head...</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 05:30:45</strong>
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				While Kayland did his best to comfort the frantic Ravenrose, Herald Trae pushed it all to the back of his mind, concentrating on being the Herald he had come here as, on the Herald that all of the Vale knew him as. After washing up, having some breakfast, and getting dressed in his formal Tayledras whites, Trae climbed down from the tree he stayed in. <br><br>Dwayna cantered up to him nuzzling him, making sure he was prepared for the day. <em>~I do not know what today will bring, beloved one. But I know it will be good regardless. Especially since I have you at my side.~</em> She was always touched when Trae said something like that to her. He meant the world to her, just as she did to him. <em>~Today Duskwhisper makes his appearance, no Chosen?~...~Yes, Dwayna. He should be circling above the Vale as we speak.~</em> <br><br>As if on cue, the Iftel ambassador began a descent, his large shadow flying over the two. It was time to go. The Herald and Companion ran side-by-side at a near equal pace, Dwayna not going faster than her Chosen. They would make their appearance before the ambassador landed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 05:45:44</strong>
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				She had planned to go straight to her father and tell him about the gryphon, indeed she had left her small home with every intention to do just that until she neared her father's dwelling and realized she would have to tell Raventhorn just how she knew the gryphon would be landing today. Ravenrose paused near her father's home, though shroud by several trees and lush bushes to pace over the earth with Numir perched on a branch above her and Kayland watching her with his steady blue eyes. He was so calm and rational, so sure that everything would work out, even if he wasn't happy about how she had shut down any mention of Moonstorm. <br><br><em>Why not simply tell him the truth?</em> <br><br>She glanced at the Companion with wide green eyes and shook her head nearly violently, sending the dark curls of her hair flying in the air. <em>I can't! There's no way I could...</em> <br><br><em>Not about everything that happened last night sweetling, of course not even a fool Companion knows that.</em> If it hadn't been for the affection and tenderness in his voice she would have thought he meant to mock her, but no, it was just a loving teasing and she went to his side, resting her forehead against his, her eyes fluttering shut as she just drank in his nearness. <em>Tell him Numir showed you the gryphon, its true, simple and should earn you some respect that your bondbird sense things before other's could.</em><br><br><em>Oh! That is perfect.</em> She beamed then, a smile lighting up her face even as she pressed a kiss to his white nose and all but flew through the last few yards and up the steps to knock on her father's door. <em>Thank you Kayland.</em> She sent back to him, receiving love and encouragement in response as the Companion waited for her down on the ground, where, he said, the practical people were. Her father opened the door then, leaving her no time to sent a witty retort of her own and she bobbed her head in respect, Numir landing on the railing of the porch just at that moment. <br><br>"Hello sir, sorry to bother you but Numir found a gryphon, a ambassador from the north apparently, I thought you and the other Elders should know."<br><br>Raventhorn's expression was surprised for a moment before he nodded, his piercing blue eyes thoughtful as he turned to summon his bondbird to him. "Good job scout, go to the Heartstone, if this gryphon knows anything of us it will land there, welcomed or not. I'll fetch the council of Elders." She sketched a curtsy and turned to leave, happy to not have been pressed for more. Yet it was a bitter sweet moment, her father could have said he was proud of her, had called her his daughter instead of just scout. But that was not important, she slipped down the stairs and went straight to Kayland, for it was easier on her when she could touch him. With her Companion at her side and Numir winging overhead the three of them made their way to the Heartstone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 01:16:39</strong>
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				Herald Trae and Dwayna arrived before anyone else even mustered, though there were already murmurs about the large gryphon that circled around the Vale. The Herald was there when the gryphon landed, the first to greet Lord Duskwhisper, an ambassador from Iftel. Trae had dealt with gryphons before, both in and around Haven as well as in the Vales north and northeast of Lake Evendim. There was no political blunders or slights; Trae handled things wonderfully. <br><br>Finally the elders arrived and Trae let them take over, for this was their domain, and he was their guest no matter how often he had been in their Vale. He listened to Duskwhisper and the elders discuss a few things of importance, first and foremost of his visit and that the former lost wing was making their presence known to all the friends and descendants of Urtho and his creations. Trae observed, even though he did not blend in, for attention was diverted from him and his Companion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 02:40:39</strong>
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				Ravenrose lingered toward the back of the gathering, her eyes seeking out the white clad figure of Moonstorm. He was so handsome, so wonderful and she wanted to go to his side, to stand beside him as he spoke to the gryphon as they had last night but that was not her place to do so, not now with the glade full of nearly the whole Vale. Instead she stayed next to Kayland and her green eyes wistfully drank in the sight of the Herald that would take her away from here. She shouldn't have looked at him so, she knew that but the scout couldn't help herself. <em>Oh Kayland, how can I even meet his eyes?</em><br><br><em>Just look up into them sweetling, he's not going to bite...unless you like that sort of thing.</em> From reassuring to teasing, and all so quickly. She wrinkled her nose at her Companion and swatted him with a giggle. <br><br><em>You are impossible.</em><br><br><em>And you love me, now.....Ravenrose move, now!</em><br><br>She was too startled to do anything other then stumble out of the way, just in time too as Nightblade came running by, too fast to stop and right where she had been standing. The older scout, a young man of twenty one was panting, shoving back his loose redbrown hair as he presented himself to the Elders. "A changebeast, or some other nightmare attacked the Vale to the South, they request aid, and quick!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 03:51:00</strong>
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				When Trae finally caught sight of Ravenrose, a younger man of the Vale barreled past her and interrupted the meeting of the elders and the ambassador. He called for aid for the Vale to the south. The next Vale on his circuit. He looked Dwayna in her sharp, blue eyes and nodded. It seemed the two would be riding out with their new charge earlier than expected. <br><br>Trae swung up and onto Dwayna's back, bareback for now, and they proceeded to the center next to the Heartstone. Both bowed their heads and respectfully spoke to the Elders. "K'Vesia Vale is next on our circuit. We will leave within a candlemark to aid our brothers and sisters." Unfortunately he could not speak with Ravenrose to reassure her because she was shutting him out. And he would not embarrass her in front of all her people. The Elders agreed and he thanked them properly, with a smile.<br><br>Upon Dwayna, Herald Trae made his way directly to Ravenrose. He greeted her with his ever present smile. "I will meet you at the Heartstone in one mark short of a candlemark, Herald-trainee?" Another smile and an attempt to send his love to her across their bond. He rode off, patting Kayland on the neck as they passed. A candlemark would pass by quickly. He knew she would have to say her goodbyes more quickly than she wanted. But, thus was the life of a Herald.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 05:04:40</strong>
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				K'Vesia, that wasn't too far from her own home, a changebeast. She worried her lower lip feeling fear touch her heart even at the thought of the misborn creature. How could one have gotten so deep into the forest and not been halted by the other Vales? But then all the Tayledra's knew the risks they took and took them gladly for the Star Eyed One and in memory of the Mage of Silence. When Moonstorm moved her eyes followed him, and when he said 'our' her heart started to pound, she would be going out there, up against some monster and while he was a full fledged Herald she was only a Chosen, and just a day of that too, panic set into her heart. <br><br>Yet she was a scout and her father had trained her very, very well. <br><br>She summoned her pride in that around her and blushed furiously beneath her golden skin when the Herald rode toward her and spoke to her before all the others. Ravenrose managed to summon a wan smile to her lips in response to his and nodded. "Yes sir, I won't be late." she ducked her head, feeling Kayland's reassurance even as Moonstorm passed out. The moment the whiteclad man was out of sight she turned and swung herself up on Kayland, trusting her Companion to get her back to her home in record time so she could pack and pack swiftly. So little time. <br><br>It didn't take her that long to pack though, surprisingly, she had little she wanted to take, changes of clothing, two of her nicer gowns, her hunting gear such as her knife and other smaller weapons. She was more recon then defense, always had been. Her boots were already on her feet, a bedroll, cloak against cold weather and a few other odds and ends and she was ready, though grateful that Kayland had come with a saddle and tack already, for she knew of no where to get such things in the Vales. They didn't have horses, that was the Plains. She left her small home, sealing it up, wondering if she would ever come back to it and if so when. But she couldn't linger, there was her father to say goodbye to, and her friends.<br><br>Her friends were hard, tears and hugs and promises to write.<br><br>Her father was easy, simple polite conversation and a firm handshake. <br><br>And then she stood, waiting for Moonstorm at the Heartstone, her own heart in her throat as she leaned into Kayland's side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 05:23:27</strong>
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				The time flew by. He visited with the Elders and with Raventhorn, when his daughter was not there, before he made his way on Dwayna's back to the Heartstone. He smiled proudly when he saw that Ravenrose was there before him.<br><br><em>Beloved one, tell your mate that showing up a Herald is not good show.</em> Both he and Dwayna had a good chuckle. He patted her back and jumped off with a warm smile for Ravenrose. "Good. You are here earlier than I asked. That is a good habit to keep." Trae's eyes were set on hers. "Are you ready to ride hard and fast, trainee? Kayland will not let you fall. He will keep you up even if you fall asleep." His words were that of a Herald, his eyes were that of a Herald, friendly but all business. They had a duty to attend to. Any personal issues could be covered and touched upon later. "If you are ready, let's ride."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 05:28:30</strong>
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				When Moonstorm came into sight she felt her heart start racing all over again and her eyes dropped to the ground, nervous energy welling inside her as Numir shifted uneasily on the branch he had perched on a few feet away. At his question she nodded, eyes moving upward to dart and take in his smile; a smile that held none of the warmth of the night before. Her heart stilled and jolted and she looked down again, feeling a stabbing pain in her heart. Perhaps last night hadn't meant anything special for him, regardless of all of his words, maybe those were just to get her to lay with him. <br><br>"Yes Herald Trae, I am ready to ride." She replied softly, not daring to look at him again when she felt like she wanted to cry. Instead she shifted to swing up into Kayland's saddle, checking to make sure her saddlebags were properly secured as she inwardly gritted herself against the saddlesores that would come. Her people never rode horses, now she would be riding one a lot, it was going to get interesting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 05:46:34</strong>
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				Trae could feel pangs of pain flow through him, in that moment wanting to do nothing more than envelop her in his arms and kiss her passionately, tell her everything was alright. But he could not. Not here. Not now. They had to make good time to get to k'Vesia Vale within three days. Yes, this would be a good test for Ravenrose. Trae tested any trainees hard and early. This one was much more complicated though because he was lifebonded to her. Dwayna soothed his mind, sending her love to him. He sighed inwardly to her, thanking her for being his anchor.<br><br>He mounted his Companion and Dwayna broke into a gallop. They would reach a waystation a few hours before the sun set. Yes, there was a waystation out here in the Pelagirs. It was built by Trae himself over the years he had ridden this circuit. He knew Kayland would take care of his precious cargo, though he knew that she could take care of herself as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 07:01:23</strong>
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				Ravenrose shifted in her saddle, trying to get use to the sensation even as her Companion warned her he was about to start moving. Trembling the girl focused just on staying on the wonderful creature, her lithe legs a touch tense with nerves as the white horse moved forward, careful with her. <em>Relax sweetling, I'll never let anything hurt you. Think of it how you do when you mindfly with Numir.</em><br><br>His constant understanding drew a smile to her lips and the darkhaired girl nodded even though Kayland couldn't see it, her body relaxing steadily as he moved at a trot, not the breakneck speed that Dwayna and Moonstorm had taken off at. Numir launched himself with a shriek letting her know that he was with her as always and she let the pain ebb out of her heart. Even if last night hadn't meant anything special to Moonstorm it had to her, making love for the first time and seeing a gryphon, of being in someone's arms like that. The way he had spoken into her mind...that must have been something she thought up from the sweetwine. <br><br>She was rather consumed with her thoughts that when she felt a shriek of <em>WAIT! WAIT!</em> she was so startled she jerked backward and promptly tumbled right out of the saddle. The sixteen year old lay on the pathway, the breath all but knocked out of her as she tried to blink her eyes clear and her head pounded. She had hit it with the ground a little too hard apparently, gingerly she raised a hand to touch the back of her head and found a lump already rising with a wince. How poetic, she fell off her Companion inside her own Vale! Her cheeks were crimson but then that same mindvoice shrieked again, the call of a owl to her ears and her green eyes darted upward searching for it. A black shape moved through the sky, coming down to land right in front of her and she blinked again, in shock at seeing such a night creature in the middle of the day.<br><br><em>I go. I go with you.</em> The bird spoke to her, touching her mind with adoration and also a stubborness, this was not a creature that would be denied and it was large for its breed, which was saying something. But how? A second bond bird? Numir had swooped down to land on the leather covered saddle bags, something she had rigged for him after asking Kayland if it was alright, and both her blue eyed companion and her golden eyed bird watched her sit on the ground and stare nonplussed at the inky black owl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 07:26:33</strong>
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				After nearly a quarter mile, Dwayna came to a halt telling Trae that Ravenrose had fallen off of Kayland's back, but that she was alright. And apparently a large black owl just bonded with her. Despite the assurance, the Herald used his Mindspeech to try and speak with the girl, <em>~Are you alright, dear one?~</em> The question rang out, hopefully being heard. Direct contact was best. But if it would not work, he already had the Companions' word that she was. <br><br><em>~Dwayna, love, please tell Kayland to have us meet them on the outskirts please. There won't be many eyes there.~</em> The Companion relayed the message to her own mate and Trae anxiously waited for answers from both the trainee and her Companion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 07:43:30</strong>
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				At least, she decided as she got to her feet, dusting off her tight trews with a rueful smile on her lips, no one had seen her fall off. Especially not Moonstorm. Ravenrose bent and extended her arm to the new bird, cooing at it to sooth and promising with words and mental pictures that she would not leave him behind. <br><br><em>~Are you alright, dear one?~</em><br><br>The words rang into her head suddenly and she nearly jerked, which with the heavy night flyer on her arm would have been a very bad idea indeed. But it was Moonstorm, speaking into her head, it had to be, it sounded like him. Did that mean that the wordspeech last night had been real? Mindmagic, the Heralds had had that for centuries even when they lacked proper mages, Mindspeak was what they had done was called. <em>Lady hold me, I'm not sure I'm ready for this all...</em> Still she reassured the new bird, a large handsome male owl named Tyrian that she would not be leaving him behind before guiding him to her other saddle bag, the one Numir currently wasn't resting on. Curiously the birds didn't even squawk at each other rather nodded their heads in an almost friendly manner.<br><br><em>~Sweetling, we should go, they are worried.~</em><br><br>"Oh...yes, of course." The sixteen year old was startled enough to respond outloud before she mounted again and let Kayland move off, this time faster then before and with her focus on not falling off again, to carry her to the boundaries of the Vale and the waiting Herald. A blush stayed on her cheeks and she didn't lift her eyes when they drew abreast Moonstorm and Dwayna.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:17:00</strong>
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				Moonstorm paced back and forth, waiting for Ravenrose and Kayland to come to the edge of the Vale. He was worried about her, despite the frequent reassurances from Dwayna. They were lifemates and he could not cease in thinking about her. When they finally rounded the corner, Moonstorm looked over worriedly. Kayland brought himself and his Chosen up to the Herald. He reached up to gently stroke fingers across her cheek. "Are you alright, Ravenrose?" His eyes were filled with concern, worry and passionate love for her.<br><br>He did not care, truly, if there were any scouts watching them. This was where his life was going, and he decided to take a few moments to make sure she was alright and show her how he truly felt about her, no matter how she felt about him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:31:42</strong>
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				When fingers touched her cheek she nearly withdrew, eyes widening in surprise as she finally did look at him. And she saw so much more in his eyes then she had at the Heartstone, enough to confuse her and make her feel a touch of hope inside her heart, hope she knew was wrong. It wasn't allowed, by so many things. So she jerkly nodded her head, trying to find words even as her heart raced with panic inside her breast. She should have never drank the sweet wine or gone with him to the hotspring, let along back to his rooms. <br><br>"Yes Herald Trae, I'm sorry I was...surprised." She turned, gesturing to Tyrian who was perched on her saddle bags, claws gripping the leather straps and all but glaring at the Herald with his oddly pale green white eyes. It was startling, eyes that color on a bird as black as night, as her curls. "Tyrian, he insisted on coming...I um...hope that's okay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:44:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;He smiled warmly, lovingly to her. "I am glad you are alright, Ravenrose. I don't know what I would do otherwise." He looked at the owl, its stark onyx feathers and its eerie, green-white eyes. A second bondbird? That was rare among the Tayledras. But this one seemed to be proud, protective and daring. <br><br>Moonstorm introduced himself to Tyrian, bowing at his waist and showing him the respect that was due to such a beautiful, mystical looking bird. He complimented the owl on how stunning and handsome he looked, the way his talons curved on the leather and how sure he was that its prey would never get away from it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 23:15:46</strong>
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				His words just fed the confusion that lay within her heart and so the girl didn't respond to him, just lowered her eyes and bit her lip as she tried to keep her breathing evenly paced to keep herself from a panic. Everything seemed to change on the slightest shift in circumstances and she was starting to feel more then a little lost, yet even as she felt overwhelmed Kayland reached into her mind and so did Numir and Tyrain, all of them bolstering her. Inwardly she laughed and caressed all of them with a mental touch, thanking them deeply. She was blessed to have so many who cared for her and supported her without a second thought. Most sixteen year olds didn't get that sort of constant support system.<br><br>Though Ravenrose did lift her gaze, glancing at her owl even as the Herald bowed and spoke so complimentarily to the bird. Soon the Tayledras was fighting back a burst of giggles, at how much flattery Trae offered to Tyrian. Finally the owl spoke to her, in long suffering terms that were much mind clearer then Numir's normal flash of images along with words.<br><br><em>Tell the Whitemage that I will not hunt him, the only part of him that would taste good would be his eyes anyway...</em><br><br><em>That isn't very nice..</em><br><br><em>Well its a good thing you are his student and not me then. I don't have to play nice to the man that is currently the reason you ...</em> and now images came, and feelings, understandings of how confused and hurt and overwhelmed she was. Owls were protective of their territory, and apparently she was now apart of Tyrian's, at least in his mind. So she blushed and turned her face back toward the Herald, not meeting his eyes though. "Tyrian said he promises not to hunt you...but shouldn't we be going? I truly am sorry about the delay Herald Trae."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 05:24:06</strong>
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				Moonstorm smiled. "Good. I am glad he won't. That would prove to add....complications." His smile was gentle and genuine, stormy eyes seeming to dance with lightning for her, a thunderous clap wresting through his heart as he kissed her on the cheek. "You're right. We need to make the waystation before sundown."<br><br>He mounted Dwayna and, this time, waited for Ravenrose to mount as well. When they arrived at the waystation, he would have a small gift for her, a token of his appreciation and love for her. Dwayna comforted the Herald when the doubts began to creep back into his mind. Why did he always doubt when things were right in his lap? Like he hoped the Tayledras girl would be tonight or tomorrow night. Dwayna gasped in joking shock and sent her love over the bond to her Chosen.<br><br>When she was finally on Kayland's back, Trae spoke, his eyes filled with that longing desire for her, but his words coming out as her elder and as a Herald. "Are you ready, trainee? Let's ride!" With that Dwayna took off like grease lightning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 06:31:45</strong>
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				A shy smile danced across her lips in response to the one on the Herald's lips but she couldn't bear to meet his eyes for more then a few minutes, her cheeks flushing furiously when his lips touched her left cheek and her heart sped within her breast until she nearly forgot how to breath. It really wasn't fair, how easily he could affect her, how much of a affect he had on her as well but she tried not to show it, to be a proper scout, or, she guessed, a Herald traniee. Lady her life was getting confusing. <br><br>She swung herself back up into the saddle, feeling more at home then she did before though she could sense Kayland all around her, reassuring her and enforcing that he was not going to let her tumble of him a second time. The first was only because Tyrian had surprised both of them; it wasn't going to happen again. <em>I'm going to act like one of the warmares of the Plains, you are not loosing me kechera, just guide me with your mind if you see anything you think I should react to, otherwise trust me, even if you can't yet trust Moonstorm.</em><br><br>She was grateful that Moonstorm was already off, moving so he couldn't see the look of shock on her features as she held on tightly to Kayand's mane and he galloped off after his mate and the Herald she carried. She focused on her breathing at first and once she got more comfortable on the sensation as moving as fast as Numir could fly, the gryfalcon winging overhead and sharing with her bursts of images of the land before them. Which she realized could be helpful to Moonstorm, she could ask Numir to scout further ahead then humans might dare and up in the air he shouldn't be at any risk. Then the girl lasped into getting to know Tyrian, trusting the Companion to keep her safe as she spoke mentally with her new bondbird.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 07:26:10</strong>
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				Herald Trae spoke with his Companion for a long while as they trekked the path to the waystation. Whenever they traveled like this the two always had deep conversations about the world, his past, the possible future, and other things that he only entrusted to her. This was an emotional moment for Trae, as they both recalled their first meeting over a decade ago, and the important events that shaped him before meeting her. And he thanked the Star-Eyed One that he was in front of Ravenrose. This was a state he did not want her to see him in, not yet at least. <br><br>_________<br><br>It was raining rather hard that night. The hot spring was not soothing to the young boy of thirteen summers as it usually was. There was pressure mounting on him. He was Valdemaran, but he was slowly being absorbed into the nearby Vale's culture. Should he continue to immerse himself within the Vale and become a Tayledras perhaps? He already heard the thoughts of the large raptors on occasion, yet he did not truly speak with them. Should he go to his hometown's local Herald to see if he had any hidden skills or Gifts he did not yet know he had? He did not know. The thoughts all blended together in his mind, arriving and fleeting so quickly. He could not make a choice, a decision to something so important to his life. The pressure continued to mount in the confused child's mind.<br><br>The confusion had sparked even worse thoughts in his little mind. Thoughts of depression, questioning if anyone really cared for him or about him rolled through his mind. His father had been lost to a change circle years before. Now his mother was left alone to raise him, though she silently encouraged him to do what he wanted. But now she had found another man to entertain her thoughts, and her body. She did not have time for her son any longer it seemed. Anger seeped into the saddening, depressing thoughts the boy conjured up. They were so strong that the anger took over.<br><br>He had been away for longer than expected. And Trae's mother knew just where to find the boy. The thoughts kept getting worse and worse in Trae's mind that he wept openly...bitterly. So upset did he get that when he heard his mother's voice cutting through the downpour, something in him snapped. He did not want her near him. He did not want to go home right now. And, from within, something lashed out, sending forth a statically-charged flash of blinding light out from his being, rendering the boy unconscious.<br><br>When he came to he was within the Vale. He could feel the pulsating beats of the Heartstone. In a bed, wrapped snugly, he looked around. He soon came to learn that his mother had disintegrated within the blinding light. In essence, he had killed her. Despite the reassurances from the Tayledras and those that weaved the ley lines in and around the Vale that it was not his fault, he knew deep down that it was, and he carried that burden with him and within his soul for a very long time.<br><br>_________<br><br>No more than six months later Trae had become Moonstorm, so named for the cloudy depths of his eyes and what it might seem like within his soul. This day he was going to get a bondbird, he knew it. But before he could take another breath, think another thought, a stunningly white horse came crashing into the Vale. She then walked straight to Moonstorm, her pale blue eyes looking into his,&nbsp; speaking to his mind. <em>~Hello, beloved one. My name is Dwayna. And you are my Chosen. I will never let you feel alone again, no matter what.~</em> And suddenly Trae felt a loving warmth surround and envelop his entire being, not just his body, but his mind, heart and soul as well. He wrapped his arms around her neck and bawled like a little baby, feeling truly loved for the first time in who knew how long.<br><br>_________<br><br>Tears still fell from Herald Trae's eyes. All he could do while they rode was wrap his arms around Dwayna's neck and thank her repeatedly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 17:14:53</strong>
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				It was odd, staying so quiet and yet speaking nearly constantly in her mind, to Numir who flew strong overhead, to Tyrian behind her, to Kayland as he carried her swiftly across the land. Yet she felt happy, for the most part as her thoughts were shared between them. Idly she wondered if it would be possible for her to talk to Dwayna ever, since the Companion was the only other female to the party and she found herself missing her female friends already, like Silversong. The Tayledras rubbed her temples for a moment remembering the way her friend's brother had taken her leaving, he hadn't been overly pleased and had made it clear that he would court her in interest when she returned to the Vale. <br><br>Unable to help herself she snorted at the thought, he would loose interest before she was gone for a full moon cycle. <br><br>Her eyes flickered to Moonstorm who rode in front of her on his white Companion and she thought of the night before, of the polite distance that had been in his expression at the Heartstone and then of the tender concern at the boundary of the Vale. So confusing, but perhaps that was the way all men were. She wasn't sure, though Kayland reassured her that Trae did desire her, did care for her. She leaned forward into her Companion's neck as the day wore on and it neared nightfall. Exhausted her eyes started to flutter and she slumped in the saddle, sore and aching, praying they would get to the way station soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 19:09:59</strong>
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				After Trae had finally gathered his thoughts, they arrived at the waystation. He swung off of Dwayna and patted her, thanking her again. <em>~Hopefully tonight is not as awkward as it was back at the Vale.~</em> The playful, wicked twinkle in the Companion's azure eyes spoke volumes to him. Enough so that she did not need to speak with him. <br><br>He turned around to see Kayland pull up with Ravenrose. His heart fluttered when he saw that she was asleep. A smile rolled across his lips. He would wait a few moments for Kayland to gently nudge her awake. If need be he would assist her off of her Companion's back. But he wished her to be awake for the surprise he had for her. It was a requirement, but still a gift from him. And it was in her size as well. She looked so precious while sleeping on Kayland's back. Like he would have seen her that morning if she had not panicked and bolted before he awoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 19:27:11</strong>
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				<em>Sweetling its time to wake...</em> The voice breathed into her mind, gentle and yet firm, it was a loved voice she knew that but in her slumber she murmured drowsily and curled more into the warmth before her, not wanting to wake as she squirmed in closer. A laugh touched her mind then as well, along with a gentle mental shake. <em>If you wish to cuddle for warmth kerchera I do believe Moonstorm will be more then happy to oblige you, now wake.</em><br><br>She did then, her green eyes opening as she came back to herself and blinked in surprise, looking at Moonstorm close to her and with a smile on his lips. Drowsy all her doubts and fears were still lulled and she reached out a hand toward him, sitting up slowly only to groan and whimper in aching pain. Her legs hurt, her ass hurt, her back was out of line, riding was a lot harder on a body unuse to it then she would have thought and she wavered on the saddle, clearly about to fall off. Her long black hair shifted with her and in the twilight the world swam in front of her eyes before she started to tilt side ways and off the saddle, a soft squeak of shock coming from her lips even as Kayland tried to move sides and catch her. <br><br>Ravenrose was going to fall, again. Lady she was not meant to ride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 19:44:43</strong>
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				Like a Blue in shining armor, Trae caught Ravenrose in his arms, sliding her into an easy-to-carry position. One arm slipped beneath her knees, the other around her back and arms. He smiled happily to see how beautiful she looked at peace, groggy in being half-awake. A chuckle echoed from his throat.<br><br>He carried her, minding her long tresses so that they did not drag across the ground. He looked at Kayland and smiled to him, thanking him for taking care of her, not that he wouldn't. He moved them both into the waystation and placed her upon a waiting bedroll. He stoked the fire as he felt Dwayna nudge him. He raised a brow to her and nodded, silent in everything, knowing what she was trying to say. He wrapped Ravenrose into a warm blanket so that she would wake up warm. Then he went about setting up the waystation for them for the night because he knew she would wake up before long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 19:57:07</strong>
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				The sixteen year old rather happily found herself in the Herald's arms instead of on the ground and she curled into him happily, yawning again as her green eyes slowly focused more. She wasn't sure why she was so sleepy, perhaps it was just the long day and the lack of sleep the night before, or maybe it was because she was so unuse to riding. Regardless, normally she came awake decently well, though she did have Numir usually be the one to wake her up; given her natural choice she would lounge in bed and snuggle her blankets long after she should be up and about. Morning was not her easiest time of day, though she had long acted like it was to impress and please her father. <br><br>Ravenrose drowsily nuzzled Moonstorm's chest as he carried her, content within his hold for the moment even as she heard him laugh softly. Well at least she was amusing, if not particularly overly exciting. However when he laid her down on the bedroll and carefully wrapped the blanket around her she found herself waking up more and blushing hard as she stared fixedly on the floor. She drew her knees up against her chest and worried her lower lip with her teeth, sensing that both her birds had taken off to hunt and that Kayland was happily browsing the local flora with his mate for their own dinner. <br><br>"I...I'm sorry about that, I'll get better Herald Trae....I think&nbsp; its just because I um..didn't sleep enough last night or um...not use to riding and....please don't be disappointed..." she stumbled over her words, her color high and eyes fixed on the ground as she tried to curl herself up tighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 04:04:50</strong>
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				Before she knew it, Trae was sitting next to Ravenrose with a gentle, warm smile on his face. His voice was a whisper. "No need to apologize, young one. It is only your first day as a Herald-trainee. I will not discipline you for something you had no experience in. I will train you hard, this I promise. But, I also promise to be fair and just with you. Never will I be excessive or rude with you."<br><br>He paused for a moment and smiled once more. "Of course, after a hard day's training and riding, and always, I will love you for the woman that you are." He pulled her into a sweet, gentle kiss, hoping that he was doing the right thing, that he was not too early with his actions. He was encouraged by both Companions, so it must be a good thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 04:16:43</strong>
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				His words provided comfort she wasn't even aware she needed, things she couldn't put a name to even in her own mind and so neither Kayland or her bond birds could help sooth those worries. She nodded, jerkily with her color still high and hectic in her cheeks, her teeth worrying her lower lip as she tried not to fidget nervously in the blanket he had wrapped around her. It was warm in the waystation now, he had started a fire and likely dinner would come soon she thought, but her attention wasn't really on those things, it was on Moonstorm, so close to her and her cheeks deepened their flush as she recalled the manner in which she had curled into his arms and been so content. Lady this was harder then she thought.<br><br>Could he be her lover and her mentor at the same time? Truly? If he had to discipline her it might go badly for them...now that they were out of the Vale her largest reason for avoiding him and the idea of a <em>them</em> was gone. Her father wasn't here to see or care. And then his arms wrapped around her, pulling her curvy body to his larger one, earning a soft sound of surprise before his lips met herself.<br><br>Unable to help herself Ravenrose softened into him, kissing back tenderly, eagerly, her body flaring with need and desire all over again, so easily when it came to him. They were alone, a day's ride from her own Vale and more then that to the next one. It was safe, this forbidden love, at least for the moment and so her lips parted in a sweet offering of herself as she whimpered her delight to the Herald. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 04:28:56</strong>
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				Even if she questioned whether he could be her mentor and lover simultaneously, he knew that she could be his student and his lover. Who else was there to teach her other than Kayland? A Herald needed to be there to teach a newly Chosen, especially this far away from Haven. He kissed her lovingly, just like the night before. He held her securely, not wanting to let her go, pressing her curvy figure against him, a hand gentle in its ministrations running through her raven-sheened hair. <br><br>A soft voice purred in her mind, showing her how he truly loved her, how she was truly loved and would never be empty or lonely again. It was the least he could do for her. And through the thoughts he accidentally let slip a bit of his past, but nothing about the how, only a partial what. Without realizing it he continued to kiss her, his tongue tracing her lower lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 06:26:56</strong>
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				The girl curled into his arms, pressing closer to the strength that was him, drawing from his constant anchoring of her world to make herself feel better and less lost. She could remember well the tidal waves of passion, the storm of desire that had taken them both the night before and she was almost worried that it would happen again, unsure she was ready for something like that. But it was impossible not to melt pliantly into his arms when he held her tight against him and his hand worked through the silken fall of her raven curls. Ravenrose sighed in delight and kissed him back, her tongue shyly dancing with his even as she clung to him to try and keep herself attached to the world and not just the feelings he gave her.<br><br>His voice found its way inside her head again, for when he touched her her shields came crashing down for the Herald, laying her bare before Moonstorm even as his thoughts caressed hers as surely as his hands caressed her body. She could feel his love, so sure and deep, the promise of forever, eternity spent in his arms, encased in his love. And Lady, was it tempting to just trust him and throw all caution to the wind. She gasped softly when his tongue trace the swell of her lower lip, her green eyes fluttering open to gaze at him in shock even as she pulled away slowly, brows creasing in a frown of concern. "Your mother...you were left alone, just like me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 19:58:38</strong>
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				Trae looked into her eyes for a split second with shock as to how she knew. But enlightenment came in the next moment has he held her close to him. A gentle sigh escaped his lips before he spoke carefully, "I lost both of my parents at a very early age, my precious. Yes, I was alone until Dwayna found me. She is my life and my savior, and I will never stop being grateful to her for it. Now, though, I also have you if you will have me. Last night meant the world to me. I would never seduce a young woman for my own jollies. You mean more to me than anything besides Dwayna."<br><br>He smiled with pure love and feeling for her, wearing his heart on his sleeve, taking a chance that he knew would come eventually. Dwayna bolstered his confidence as his stormy grey eyes penetrated deep into Ravenrose's being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 23:51:50</strong>
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				She had surprised him, she could see it both in his thundercloud eyes and felt it in his mind with was still touching hers. For a moment she was worried her would pull away from her but no, instead her held her closer and feeling the pain in his heart she curled herself into his chest and gave him the reassurance of her body pressed against him. It was a small comfort for the pain she felt, but still it was what she could give. His voice filled her ears, laden with grief and yet also hope, to Ravenrose it was wonderful, that hope. His words though, told of a story of such sorrow even though he withheld the details trying to spare her gentle heart from the pain she would feel for him. She had felt alone before Kayland to some degree, but she had been lucky enough to have Numir her bondbird and her friends like Silversong, she had been very lucky.<br><br>Suddenly all the drowning in her own fears and depression earlier seemed very very self centered and childish and she blushed as she hid against his chest. She sent a mental touch to Kayland, asking him to thank his mate for taking such good care of Trae, of Moonstorm. Her Companion assured her that he would pass along the note. And when he spoke of the night before she blushed hard, casting her eyes downward even as she pulled away for a moment and bit her lower lip, unsure of what to say. He was so sure that she was what he wanted, that she was perfect for him and she wasn't. He was all that she could have ever hoped for and more, yet she didn't feel like she deserved him. <br><br>Ravenrose glanced up at him, at the storm gray of his eyes and reached slowly to touch his cheek leaning forward to brush her lips softly, chastely against his. "I do not know if I deserve you, if this is right. It feels right, but all the codes of morals I know would deny this....please, forgive me Moonstorm, I'll...I'll try not to close you out too much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 04:23:20</strong>
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				Trae kissed Ravenrose with a fervor that would take both of their breaths away. He was grateful to have her. He knew that only time would help them grow together, and through time she would become a great Herald, moreso a bridge between two worlds than even he.<br><br>After a few long, precious moments he broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. ~I will give you whatever you want and whatever you need, Ravenrose.~ He hoped that she wouldn't hate him when he put her through the rigors of training. She might even hate him for being tough but fair. For now though, they had all night to see what would come.<br><br>"I have a present for you." He smiled his broad smile, pulling away and getting up. Moving to his packs he dug out what he had for her. He undid the clothes and presented them to her. They were a brand new, tailored to her size set of trainee Greys. "I hope you like. They will fit you well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 17:34:08</strong>
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				The girl all but melted into him when his lips claimed hers again and she clung to him, her head spinning from the passion that moved between them and shivered at it. It was odd, knowing so much about him, feeling their thoughts brush against each other. But if he had accidentally let the thoughts slip would that mean she could do that too? That he would see all of her? She wasn't sure she wanted that, she was so far from perfect. Would he loose interest in her when he realized that? But no, he loved her, she could feel that all around her and the memory of the gryphon calling them lifebonded came back like a whisper to her mind.<br><br>Ravenrose tilted her head back to look up at the Herald as his voice echoed softly in her thoughts, reassuring and wonderful, as always. Tears gathered in her eyes, of thanks, of relief. Even if this was wrong it felt so blessedly wonderful and she would bask in it for the moment. <em>~Thank you Moonstorm, Trae.~</em> She whispered back before tilting her head curiously as he moved away from her and toward their packs. When he held out the clothing she blinked in surprise, eyes widening. <br><br>"I...how?" The Tayledra's asked even as she got to her knees to crawl over to where he was and touch the garments softly, her eyes taking in the details of the outfit. It was northern in style, Valdemarian, but she could easily alter it to fit like her scout clothing if she wanted, though a little looser as was only proper. But it would be easier to get in and out of and would breath more against her skin. She did start to cry then, unable to remember the last time someone had given her a gift and hiding her face in her hands as she did so. <em>~Its wonderful, thank you...thank you so much....~</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 20:26:25</strong>
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				Almost immediately Moonstorm pulled Ravenrose close to him, corralling her in his arms to comfort. Despite her joys stemming from the joy of a gift, deep within his essence he still could not stand to see his precious beauty cry. After letting her get it out, he pulled back to smile warmly to her. <em>~You are most welcome, Ravenrose. You are dear to me, and shall always be.~</em><br><br>Warm, loving thoughts metriculated over his bond to her. Those storm-forged eyes penetrated into her gaze of emerald ocean, a phantom finger wiping away the tears that now streamed down her pretty cheeks. The next words the Herald muttered out with heartfelt enthusiasm, "You are simply beautiful," before kissing her squarely on the lips, a hand already running with fingers splayed wide through her long, raven locks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 20:34:42</strong>
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				Ravenrose relaxed into his arms, burrowed into the comfort of his strong embrace as her tears slowly slowed, her new Grays still held in her hands. Her throat worked when he pulled back and she had to fight the urge to scrub her cheeks clean from her tears, feeling extremely silly for breaking down in such a manner, yet he was so patient and reassuring which kept her from retreating completely backward. Her mind stayed open to him and she heard his voice whisper into it again, a blush covering her golden cheeks at his words. <br><br>Idly she bit down on her lower lip, her breathing coming a touch off beat, nervous as she looked up at him while he slowly wiped away the traces of her tears. Her green eyes held some of the awe struck feeling that lay inside her, though they widened in shock at his compliment, her teeth releasing her lower lip to thank him only to find his lips against hers. The girl shivered happily, melting into him with her mouth sweet and pliant to his, hands shyly wrapping around his neck and holding herself close to him as he played with her hair and kissed her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 07:53:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Moonstorm kept his mind open to her as well, letting their thoughts mingle together, getting to know her better simply by exposure to her thoughts. His thoughts gently caressed her fears away, showing her that he would always be her rock and her foundation. Nothing would separate them for too long and nothing would keep him away from her. He was hers and she was his. They were two halves of one whole that fit perfectly together. And no matter what, without hesitation or question, he would be there for her to comfort, to hold and to protect always.<br><br>This he promised to her as well while they kissed, sharing the intimacy once more. Yes, this was taboo to many-a-folk within and without Haven. Yes it was taboo for a Herald to sleep with a Trainee, let alone kiss them. But they were a special circumstance. Lifebonded pairs were allowed, through the best abilities of the Crown, to be together, no matter who they were. When they would get back to Haven, Trae would immediately seek out Queen Selenay and Queen's Own Talia to inform them so that if the secret let out before it was suitable, nothing would hit the proverbial millstone.<br><br>His arms wrapped around her form further solidifying the truth behind his words. He let her body mold against him with the strength that he possessed. Yet with that same strength came the softness of his personality and soul, caressing her back with ghost- and featherlight touches. Teasing, playing, tantalizing, but over all of them, truly loving and unquestionably caring.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 22:32:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ravenrose melted into him, trusting, awed at the feeling of his thought so closely touching her own and seeking out the fear and nerves and soothing them. He knew her so well, his promises built up the shaky foundations of her self confidence, of her feelings toward him until she could only cling to his strong shoulders and trust herself to his embrace. Her Herald would never harm her. <br><br>The dark hair girl pressed in tightly to him even as he closed his arms around her and she sighed happily against his lips. She was pliant and supple, eager for her lover and she shivered at the soft caresses that traveled down her back. <em>~Oh...oh Moonstorm....~</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 22:25:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He too was eager for his lover. And his mind had changed at her mental cries. He wanted to pleasure her like the night before. What else was there to do other than begin to teach her the ways of being a Herald? This was a good way to teach such a thing. How to be compassionate, fair and not judge those around you. Thoughts and images of the previous night and their multiple unions flashed in her mind, all from his point of view, showing her how beautiful she was, how erotic and how supple. He loved every bit of it and every part of her.<br><br>His hands moved over her most intimate parts, hands, fingers, gently caressing and squeezing at her apex and over her bountiful breasts. He knew her curves. But not yet well enough to claim so. After tonight, perhaps, he could do such. He pulled her to him, sending her to the place that she was the prior evening, minus the sweet wine she had consumed. And well, he hoped that she found nearly as good as their first time.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 06:27:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sixteen year old pressed closer into him, feeling his thoughts caress and guide her own, the images of the night before making her tremble and whimper sweetly into his lips. She remembered all that passion, the desire, how it had felt to be lost in the storm of it and anchored only by him as he took her, possessed her and loved her. She ached to feel it again, Ravenrose could feel her body grow wet and hot for him, and her body rubbed itself against him eager response to the thoughts he filled her mind with. "Trae...." she whispered softly into the still air of the way station. <br><br>She moaned softly as the Herald's hands dipped over her body, cupping the mound of her sex, touching at her full breasts, making her tremble and whimper in delight as she rocked further into him, her breath coming faster. Her body felt on fire again and she squirmed, her hands running over her clothing, scouts clothing easily discarded, revealing the supple golden skin beneath it. <em>~...please...~</em> her plea for more breathed across their mental connection.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 06:40:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trae found his hands quickly discarding her clothing, all of it. He broke the kiss that they were enveloped in, looking over Rose's beautiful, needing body. "Yes, precious one. I will send you to the stars repeatedly this night. And I know you will do the same to me." He quickly undid and pulled away his top half of claddings, kissing her again for a short moment before sending burning kisses down her throat and to that supple chest he could not get over. His thoughts momentarily trailed away to images of her running through the forest, how nimble and agile she would be, and the effects her movements brought to what he obsessed over. When he came back to reality, he left a trail of searing heat around the flesh he so coveted, gently coaxing her nipples to become stiff. And when the quickly were, he enveloped his lips around one, and then the other, suckling hard and passionately, wanting nothing more than to send her cries of ecstasy through the night. <br><br>Soon relinquishing his hold on her long nipples, Trae kissed down Rose's stomach and into her thick forest of raven-hued hairs. He nuzzled his face in this forest, finding this to be his true fetish with her. And he simply had to voice it in her mind. <em>~Never let this forest grow bare, my lovely. It makes me ache for you....~</em> He trailed lower, past her hard nub and right to her wet lips. His tongue trailed up and down for long moments, leaving them as scalding hot as the trail of kisses higher on her body of perfection. Then he delved into her depths, tongue flicking in every direction, greedily lapping up everything he found within her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 08:35:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shifted in his hands, aiding him how she could to remove her clothing, trusting her Moonstorm to take care of her as he had the night before, even with the pain it had been incredible. Though sadly there were no hotsprings near here. No, but his hands were hot enough to make her blood boil as they moved over her figure, his eyes slowly devouring her skin, at least that was what it felt like and making her bit her lip shyly as she gazed up at him, his words causing nerves to touch her slightly. She had no idea what she was doing, but if she followed him and just obeyed hopefully that would be enough. Hopefully. <br><br>Her wide green eyes drank in the sight of him as he stripped off his tunic and shirt, moving over the skin she had seen in passing the night before, had felt against her and she tried to remember all the details of him. But he distracted her, her Herald did the moment his lips met her neck, slowly trailing down that slender column to the slopes of her breasts. The skin there was so tender and soft Ravenrose could only gasp as he kissed them, mouth teasing and arousing her dusky nipples to hardness, a dark rose against the gold of her flesh. Sweet whimpers worked her throat even as she arched her head back, eyes fluttering shut and she sank into the desire he fed to her so easily. When Moonstorm sucked one hard nub into his mouth she cried out, high and sweet, arching into him instinctively as she clung to him and her nails dug into his shoulders. "Moonstorm!"<br><br>The Tayledra's breath was coming in pants as the man's lips moved down her taunt stomach to the dark curls that covered the apex of her legs and she laid back on their makeshift bed, green eyes half lidded and glazed with desire as his voice brushed her mind, filling her with all that was <em>him</em>. <em>~I love you...~</em> she whispered to him, a silent promise to do as he asked accompany the soft words, the whisper of her heart. And then she was lost to him, a cry parting her lips, higher then before, one of pure blind passion as his tongue tasted her and she withered, coming apart beneath him.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 00:02:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While his tongue remained buried within the tight, wet folds of his young lover, his eyes flitted up over her body to meet her eyes with his own. Then his voice rang in her mind, ~I love you too, and never shall I cease loving you.~ With that his tongue undid itself from her clenching lips, only to attack the hooded nub above with grazing teeth and a wet, heated tongue. He flicked, licked, grazed and bit down gingerly upon it to drive her wild. <br><br>To replace his tongue, the Herald slid not one, not two, but three fingers into her depths, moving back and forth with abandon. He would take care of her every need. And he would fulfill her every wish, no matter how crazy it was. He loved her that much. Moreso than any could another, so he thought. <br><br>Straining against his trousers, Trae's shaft screamed for air and freedom. He managed to devoid himself of the bottom half of his clothing with only one hand, his member throbbing its relief and gratitude. Soon he would be reunited with the one that sent him to the heavens, and once more he would reciprocate the gesture.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 06:11:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her toes were curled, her breath was caught and her body nearly in a swoon from the pleasure that overwhelmed her even as the climax left her, trembling. And then she could breath again, in pants of air, coming fast and uneven as she shifted, the long ebon lashes fluttering to reveal the emerald gaze of the girl as his mind touched hers, caressing and tender. When his tongue retreated from her silken, soaking core she nearly mewled, not wanting to loose the sensation only to cry out, voice hoarse and back arching with abandon when his skilled tongue and teasing teeth found the tender nub of her clit. Did he not understand that her pleasure was already blinding, that she was already beyond thought? She drowned in the sensations he inflamed within her and struggled to contain them within the supple form of her young body. <br><br>He must have known, for he tormented her, teasing so perfectly she cried out again, arching, her legs parted wide in eager wanton invitation. Vaguely a part of herself, so deep and lost in the haze of her rapture marveled at her freeness, at her greediness when this was forbidden. She had not her father's leave, she was Trae's student, she had been a maid but the night before but...oh Star Eyed One it felt so blessed <em>good</em>.<br><br>Ravenrose sucked in air, lungfuls that burned before crying out, high and sweet as three fingers stretched her, filled her slickness, driving her right up the mountain of pleasure again, feeding pleasure into her body until she could only wither and moan and whimper, a sweet chorus of enthralled sounds, passion sounds, falling from her lush lips. Over and over again he lapped at her, tormented her, filled her with his fingers until she screamed once more, going over her edge wildly convusling only to slump, limp and panting for air she had forgotten to take against the palette. "...Tr...ae....."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 04:36:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His tongue skillfully danced across her sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers plunged deep, curling upward on the descent out of the wet tunnel before diving back in so elegantly. He looked upon his sweet teenage lover....his life-bonded partner. She was the epitome of beauty. So young, so beautiful, so luscious and beautiful. His eyes soaked her in, greedily taking it in all to his mind, but then unselfishly feeding what he saw her as into her precious mind.<br><br>Kisses were laid upon her stomach, soft and gentle while he kept a hard, fast pace between her legs. They steadily moved up over her large, bouncing breasts, her throat and jawline, until the searing passion filled within his lips met with hers once more. While he engaged in such a loving, heated gesture, his deftness came into play, swiftly pulling his fingers out of her body and replacing them with his thick member, not losing a beat, only betrayed by, perhaps, his thoughts and the sudden change in thickness and texture. He filled her entirely, giving her everything, hands pulling her close, crushing her lovingly against him, melding their bodies together in the dance of love.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 07:30:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He drove her onward and onward, so high until she shattered again and again, screaming, withing, lost beneath him, his mind and touch the only anchors that held her to the real world as she struggled to breath, to do anything but drift in the haze of passion. The pleasure the night before had been strong, incredible and yet this matched it and perhaps eclipsed it. Ravenrose knew not how to response, only to give of herself, of her responses without any reservation, bare and trusting before him.<br><br>Moonstorm was moving up her body now and she whimpered, arching into his touches, into his body, greedy for the feeling of him against her, of the two of them pressed together, skin against skin. It felt only right, natural. And then suddenly his thickness was filling her instead of his fingers and she cried out, hips rocking up to take him deeply, instinctively, nails biting into his shoulders as she trembled and clung to her mentor and lover. "Trae....Trae....oh...." she moaned, breathless and lost in their passion. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 04:14:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Moonstorm leaned forward, catching Ravenrose's lips with his own for a lavish, sultry kiss that sent sparks through his mind. Those sparks cycled through their bond and into the very essence of her own thoughts. His movements were beginning to go with the rhythm of her heart, their hearts. And slowly he felt their minds melding as they had the evening before. It had been one of the most beautiful nights he had ever experienced. And perhaps tonight would eclipse even that. Thrusts grew in strength and fervor, only to be matched by the intensity of his love and desire for her. His mind called out to her, cried out to intertwine, interweave so they could truly be one once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 04:32:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She kissed him, kissed him with her soul, with her heart, with all that was her and poured herself and her love into him. Their bond seemed as bright and shinning as the stars as they moved together within her, panting into his lips. Their minds seemed to become one and she cried out again, climaxing around him just as he released into her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 04:37:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They were in perfect unison, a perfect union that only they could ever share. Everything was given to her. His mind, his heart, his soul, his seed. They were all hers. And, in his heart of hearts, felt the urge to move. Shifting to the side, knowing exactly what to do, the Herald rolled them both until she was on top of him. The kiss did not cease, though he knew that she would experience a bevy of different feelings the way they were now. Something within him simply sang to do it this way. If it were up to him solely, he would not have done it. But this was not about him. It was all about her, and them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 04:38:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ravenrose felt her body relax beneath her lovers as her climax tapered off and a wonderful sense of languid pleasure stole over her. Then Trae shifted, her breath caught and she whimpered into his lips, trembling above him as he filled her in a new way, the position making her squirm slightly. The girl broke the kiss, green eyes wide. "Mo...onstorm....what?" she shivered when he moved slightly, feeling him still hard within her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 04:50:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Moonstorm looked up at his young lover, smiling and placing two fingers over her lips to gently quiet her. "Shhh, precious one. Let your heart guide you. Let our thoughts meld together again." His words cooed to her as he let the loving thoughts go, blending with her own, but never forcing her into anything she did not wish. He was a gentle, kind person, especially with such a beautiful, perfect lovely as she. A purr rolled off his tongue as his hands began to roam over the fleshy curves she possessed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 04:51:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His smile made her relax even though her heart fluttered faster then a hummingbird's wings, breath coming quickly as well and his fingers earned a kiss against her lips. The sixteen year old nodded, eyes serious as she listened to him, passion stealing through her, encouraging her just as he did. His hands on her curves made her gasp, arch into them, whimper soft and sweet and rock upon his body which only encouraged her to move more, pleasure pouring through her young body. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 05:07:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Using the mixture of his own knowledge, his pure love for her, and the powers that be that were no doubt watching their passions, Moonstorm let his hands roam where they would, guiding them both into further empassioned frenzy. The motions that Ravenrose was doing were a lesson in her life, one that taught her other positions were favorable, another that showed nothing, new or old would get between them both. He was in love, true love, and his mind was fragmented now, all across the board, splayed out, meshed fully with his student's, his love's.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 05:09:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath caught, a slight sound that betrayed so much, pleasure flashing upon her features as she moved over him, taking his hard shaft deeper into her body. Her passage was slick with the climaxes that had washed through her body before, yet still she was so tight around him and the friction made it seem as if lightning strikes of pleasure and arousal danced through her veins. His hands, callused with the work of a Herald, with the work that she would learn from him shifted, caressing down her body, guiding her and yet his mind guided and showed just as much. He taught her here as he would teach her in all other things that being a Herald would mean and she accepted, pliant and surrendering to his guidance. She moaned out her pleasure, rocking faster upon him, lost to only the sensations of their love making. Her mind fell deeper into his, until there was no more sense of self or thought, just pure blind passion. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 05:24:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Moonstorm lost all sense of self, of thought at the same exact time that she did. Their motions were of pure instinct, pure love and lust for each other. They stayed like that for a rather long time. Soon enough another, much more powerful climax came over them, striking the Herald like a stampede of wild horses. It was so powerful that he blacked out. And, by the Goddess, it must be as overwhelmingly beautiful for the young one above him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 05:40:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She never knew it was possible to experience so much pleasure. As they went over the peak once more she screamed, high and shrill as she withered and convulsed, thoroughly entwined with him. And then it crested and she went limp, falling into him, weak and spent within her mentor's arms. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 04:11:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Through the night, Trae dreamed, and he did so vividly. Things he saw flashed by at a nominal pace, yet each felt as if he were right there. Change-beasts ran rampant in a Vale. A battle of wits. A battle of magic to the death. The crying of a hungry baby. A court and an audience of a nation that were strange to him. A knife coming down toward a woman's back.<br><br>That was when the Herald woke up in a sheet of sweat, shooting straight up. His heart was pounding, his head spinning momentarily. He looked around him, first making sure that Ravenrose was still next to him. She was. A sigh of relief escaped on his breath. Never before had he ever had a living, breathing dream. But this was so vivid that he could remember every bit. It was so real....could it have been a Foretelling? How though? He had never had that particular gift.<br><br>Dwayna was in his mind not a moment later. ~Dear heart, are you alright?~ She had sensed and heard his tossing and turning all night. It was a surprise that neither he nor Rose had awoken to his partial thrashing. Trae smiled as the unconditional love filled and enveloped him through the Companion bond.&nbsp; ~Yes sweet one, I am. Thank you. I will explain everything when we are all awake and dressed.~<br><br>He looked back to his new charge, and his beautiful lover. A gentle brush of his mind against hers sent him into a loving smile. He would let her awake on her own if she was not already in the midst of doing so. There was much to discuss, including if she experienced the same or nothing at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 08:24:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A yawn parted her lips as she shifted on the bedroll beneath her, stretching and relaxing even as she slowly stirred from sleep called by something she couldn't put her finger on. It wasn't either of her bondbirds, that she knew. Color flushed the sixteen year old's cheeks prettily from sleep, though the glow of youth was universal upon her flawless golden skin, the long silk of her raven black hair loose and cascading around her even as her torso shifted, each breath causing her full breasts to rise and fall before her long soft lashes fluttered open to reveal her bright green eyes, hazy from sleep. <br><br>Trae leaned over her, Moonstorm, and she automatically gave him a soft, tender smile, completely at ease. Then thought came, stealing over her and she had a moment, brief, of wondering if she should feel guilty for what they did. He was her mentor, a Herald, and she merely a trainee, and still not full adult by her own people's customs and yet here she was laying with him. But it felt so right, so good and so she discarded it before it could take much root, and her Companion echoed the belief reassuringly. <br><br>Slowly she pushed herself up, her long dark hair sliding over her shoulders and draping down to hide parts of her pert breasts even as she reached for a blanket to pull up and over her, shivering at the slight chill of the morning. "Is it time to get on the road again?" She asked it softly, unable to keep from sighing at the thought of riding again all day, sure it would be slightly painful. After all the riding the day before, plus their rather vigorous love making her body felt sore and while she knew with a change beast to deal with they couldn't tarry she wished they could. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 06:20:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gazing upon that tender curl of her lips immediately changed Trae's mind to the situation he had experienced during the night. He would save her any distress that would indeed come from such visions. Foretelling was to never be taken lightly. In one fashion or another it always came true. The burden lay with him for now coupled with him filling the Companions in once they had set out for the long journey ahead.<br><br>He met her smile with a greeting of his own, leaning down to kiss her sweetly. "Good morning to you, precious lover." Grey-hued eyes looked her over before pulling away to rise to his feet and stretch out his lithe, agile form. He was far from scrawny, yet not muscled enough to be considered a brute by any means. His nude form turned back toward her and nodded. "Yes, we should be at the Vale in less than two days. And I have much to teach you along the way." He was all business right now, the Herald in him coming out to aid the trainee along. But there was a gentleness to his voice, one that never seemed to dissipate entirely. <br><br>He went about his duties, cleaning the Waystation and brushing down Dwayna. She always enjoyed the brush, slightly spoiled, yet never letting it get to her head. Nearly the entire time he kept an eye on his trainee and lifemate. Though he was sure she did not need to be watched as much, he could not deny himself the indulgence of looking upon her beautiful form.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bonds of Birth [GryphonCompanion &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 07:57:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His smile was warmth, was wonder, stealing over her to fill her like the sun's dawning rays and the way his lips touched hers so softly only enhanced that feeling. When he pulled back Ravenrose had a brighter smile on her lips and looked far less drowsy. "Good morning Moonstorm." she murmured in reply, a touch more reserved then he was. But then she was her father's child in many ways even yet, even after laying with a man without his approval. Guilt wanted to intrude but she ignored it in favor for the way he looked at her, for watching him stand and dress. <br><br>The girl nodded and rolled out of the blankets, pushing back the heavy mass of her dark hair and tying it in a haste knot until she could braid it back better once she had dressed. "I'll try to be better in the saddle today..." she said softly, wincing to think of the day before. She truly did not look forward to getting back on her Chosen, regardless of how wonderful she found Kayland. Her legs still ached from the day before. She found her scouts clothing easily enough, choosing it in favor over the Herald clothing her lover had offered her the night before, at least for now. It was more comfortable, worn into her form and when she was going to be riding all day she needed what comfort she could. <br><br>She moved fast through her dressing and then sat to braid her hair up before packing away their bedrolls and other supplies, moving with a quiet and swift efficiency that showed she did know how to handle herself. She was aware of course how he looked at her but outside of the touch of pink to her golden cheeks there was nothing to give away how it made her feel. 
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