Legionnaire (Inkidu & Rescate)
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				Title: <strong>Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 23:20:50</strong>
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				Artus's boots crunched softly on the bed of pine needles and forest foliage. The lush green around him was damp with the recent light showers that often visited the Ryn Valley. He was walking with a mixture of urgency and patience. The thick underbrush could snap an ankle if he took a misstep into a rabbit or mole hole. The humid air made his doeskin tunic cling to his well-defined muscles, mixing with his sweat from the day's work. The seventeen-year-old's mind was only passively on the path. He was daydreaming of glorious legion combat with the various enemies of the republic. <br><br>He scoffed to himself, what would a seventeen-year-old young man without a muse do in the military besides dig the graves he'd fill as fodder? Muses were reserved for children of pomp and upbringing. Having bread it into the noble class centuries ago. He knelt by a small stream to drink it was fall but the depression of the valley refused to give up it's summer humidity. Dusting off his flaxen-green trousers he stood up and stretched. Had to get home, storm was coming. <br><br>Hefting his heavy two-bit axe back up over his shoulder, how he hated the damnable thing, he set off down a shortcut. The image of his own dark, dark green eyes in their raptor-like, lean frames flooded his consciousness with accusation. Accusation for not being porn with privilege. His dark-brown hair flecked with streaks of white-blond stuck to his skull but tingled with the energy in the air nonetheless. Really have to move, bad storm. <br><br>He picked up his pace, his leather working gloves creaking against the wooden shaft of the axe as he trotted down his path. He broke into a clearing and prepared to take a left turn. He wasn't going to make it home, he could smell that iron smell. That damp metallic taste of a storm. That isn't what caught his eye. he stopped and nearly slipped on the sick needles. A woman was lying in the middle of the clearing. He rushed to her without a second, no-quixotic thought in his mind and crouched over her form. Taking not time to look at her state, he put naked fingers to the sides of her neck and checked for a heartbeat. He found one...<br><br>"Hello, are you all right?" he asked gently slapping her with his finger tips to rouse her. He reached back for his canteen to splash her face. A loud thunder crack made him stop. He looked around for a cave or wayward pine. He'd have to get her out of the weather. As to answer him it started to pour icy-cold rain on the forest.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 23:44:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Silence. <br><br>That had been the issue to begin with, really; the silence had been the thing to start it all...and now, all she knew was silence.<br><br>The silence robbed her of her mind- of her thoughts, her memories, her ability to move or think, to feel, to recall anything of what had passed. It clogged her eyes, her ears, her nose and mouth- every sense was stripped from her, until there was nothing but the silence. Nothing. She was still for longer than she could remember, or could ever hope to- but she did not die, nor could she. The silence was not a killer...but it was a thief of the worst calibre. The land had changed around her from where she had first fallen into silence; lush forests sprung up, where once there had been deep caverns and bare rock. She could not, of course, remember any of this...but so it was. The world moved on without her and she knew nothing of it, doomed to be silent forevermore.<br><br>...Until the all-too acute feeling of pain pulled her forth.<br><br>The silence shattered, like a rock thrown with force through glass. Noise, sight, touch and scent exploded through her groggy mind and pain erupted behind her eyes, forcing them open. With a cry of agony and alarm, she sat bolt upright and lashed out wildly, unable to think beyond basic instinct. Her arms felt heavy...like two iron maces, vicious and forceful as they curved through the air. She did not make contact with anything, but the shock was enough to force her into consciousness.<br><br>She was silent no longer.<br><br>Cold. Cold....yes, that was familiar...and yet, so blurry. Everything was...it was not a pleasant feeling. Her breathing felt laboured and awkward; lungs that had not been forced to support a body for thousands of years lurched into activity, blood flowed, a heart beat rapidly once more. She gasped for breath and blinked in frustration, willing her body to adjust. It did her no good. She knew nothing, but was forced to take in so much into a damaged mind- and by the very world, it was hideous.<br><br>The poor man who had woken her- he would have been subject to seeing her awakening; a messy, unpleasant affair and one that was most likely to be terrifying to witness as a female figure shifted into and out of forms sporadically, whilst she writhed and wailed. In aught but the blink of an eye, her skin shimmered with the gleam of silver, then heated rapidly and flowed like molten steel, before it became fluid and almost like water. Her hair exploded into twisting, lashing, thorned vines, before it became a rolling cloud of dust. Her eyes, however, remained the same; a very blurred and cloudy, but peculiar shade of grey. She lacked any visible pupil and the large circles of colour seemed to dominate her eyes, until they almost consumed the entirety of her eye. Her hands twitched, clawing and relaxing and grinding into the wet earth. As the rain struck her, steam rose forth.<br><br>When, finally, the convulsions stopped, what was left was indescribable...but instantly recognisable as something that should not exist this far into the wilderness; the unmistakable form of a Muse. A creature of the elements, free to lend its strength to those it bound with...<br><br>...and the first touch had created the unbreakable binding. Now, there truly was nothing the poor soul could do, but to accept his fate.<br><br>Slowly, the Muse's breathing evened out, her blinking slowed and her body no longer shifted so frighteningly. Now, there was simply a woman- but it seemed that she had not yet settled on a distinct form, as of yet; her skin tone continued to change- from alabaster white to rich, dark brown. Her hair followed similar patterns, changing in colour and style- but she was able to push herself up on her elbows to look at the man who had pulled her from silence with evident confusion.<br><br>"...Unggh?"&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 02:13:35</strong>
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				Artus fell back, his axe forgotten in the pouring rain. He looked dumbly at the rapid and vicious transmutations before him as she slipped into one element and then another. It wasn't hard for him to figure out and he knew almost instantly what she was. A muse... his one golden ray of hope. He was too elated to really worry about her not that he didn't. However, he knew what she was doing was muse matters. The elemental shift (he didn't know, being too uneducated in the matter that they only shifted to their respective elements, and that she'd flown through every one of them) was natural. Soon she would settle into her corporeal form, what she would look like for the rest of her time bonded to him. He looked at her nakedness, only for an instant, then blushed... or tried to the chilling rain left him soaked to the bone.<br><br>Still he could not have been any happier. When she'd gone into mere humanoid changes he looked her right in the face in turn like a boy with a new puppy. "You're my muse!" he said in a happy shiver. Unbeknown to him and most likely only in the most primal parts of her memory she was from a time before the bondings. Despite himself he hugged her out of pure elation... then realized they were going to die from colds if he didn't get her moving. <br><br>Luckily he was a strong man and hefted her up in his arms like so many a maiden in distress that filled his daydreamy head day in and out. Though she was nude he hadn't had time to feel embarrassed yet. He left his woodsman's axe in the clearing as he beat a path to the nearest little cave he knew. Holding the still shifting woman in his hands. It was a little off-balancing as she shifted from petite and cute, to generous of curve and bust. All as beautiful as nature but still... it didn't make good carrying. <br><br>He slid into the cave and promptly fell on his arse, his boots sliding out from under him. Her for bounced almost playfully in his lap. This was a cache for woodland laborers, workers, and travelers. There were blankets and a fire pit. He placed the muse down on some of the blankets before starting a small fire and feeding it from a stack of nearly rotted kindling. This cache hadn't been used for some time and there was a distinct but not unbearable odor. Still it was dry and warm.<br><br>Sighing in relief as the storm increased, lighting illuminating the cave mouth. He'd gotten away. Sitting their catching his breath, he turned around using his bottom as the pivot and looked at her... face, mostly her face... "If you could remember your name, that would stop all the um... changes..." he said looking at his boots. It was true, no muse ever truly forgot her name, and it would allow her to focus on what form she wanted to take. <br><br>Artus, stared a hole through his boots as he waited. Only thinking of his dumb luck. He shouldn't even be able to have muse. Still! He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He waited for her to come around... she'd looked horribly shocked... but he supposed that's the way it was. Absentmindedly he started to take off his golves, and the rest of his clothing, though working the wet heavy tunic over his head was proving problematic and he had to yank it off, throwing it in the corner in frustration. Next came his boots... and several pounds of water with them it seemed, as the fire took to flame quite nicely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 10:59:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">As Artus carried her, the Muse struggled to remember anything at all. Memories of sight, of sound and other senses rushed back to her and reminded her of what she was seeing. Nature- yes, she recalled that. She was, after all, comprised of each of the elements- not that she really knew that herself just yet; she simply felt an affinity to the lush area around her, able to see something of delight in everything in it. Strong arms held her fast, which would have concerned her immensely, had she not been far too busy trying to process all the information that was being thrown at her. After so long in silence, this was quite alarming. She barley registered the walk until her skin was no longer wet from the heavy, chilling rain. Instead, it was drying swiftly as a fire crackled in- what was this? She knew what it was, but not what it was called.<br><br>Oh why, why, <em>why</em> was it so hard to remember!?<br><br>Slowly, the muse reached up to rub at her temples, trying to ease away the crushing pain of the headache that had sprung up. Despite Artus' awkwardness at her nudity, the Muse didn't seem to notice, or rather- if she did notice, she certainly didn't appear to care. She was sat in a surprisingly decent position in Artus' arms- thankfully- but her shifting body type made it difficult to focus on her anatomy for now. She had been so wrapped up in herself that she only registered a noise when the man spoke to her.<br><br><em>Name...?</em><br><br>The Muse wracked her thoughts. Surely, surely that was in there...she knew it was somewhere, but where. It was like trying to find the needle in the proverbial haystack...or rather, with her headache as severe as it was, the hay in the needlestack. Slowly, as she concentrated on this one task, the answer to her question presented itself. As it did so, the fluctuations of her physical form slowed and began to settle. Her skin became pale- almost to the point of translucency, partially revealing the tell-tale, blue network of veins than ran through her skin. Her hair began to retreat from the brown ringlets it had been, becoming lighter and shorter until it was an unruly crop of short blonde hair. Her body also expanded from the pale, unhealthy form it had been into a well-rounded figure, with the very textbook example of child-bearing hips. As she looked up at him, her cheekbones became less prominent, her jaw stronger and her brow higher. It was not an unpleasant face, nor was it stunning- but it was far from difficult to look at. Finally, when she spoke, she had stopped changing altogether.<br><br>"...Crest." She said simply to him, touching her lips absently- it had been a long, long time since she had been made to use them. She watched him undress with a curious look about her, raising an eyebrow. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 16:49:16</strong>
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				Artus stopped dead, and began to blush, furiously. His tan cheeks growing an apple-red his hale and hearty woodsman's form displayed rock-hard, well-defined muscles. He became all too aware that he was sitting next to the most beautiful vision of a woman he'd ever seen --and she was naked as the day she was born!<br>Compounding the situation, he was half naked himself and needed to strip down to his underclothes before he caught a cold. His mind raced as dilated green eyes took in the long lush legs, and&nbsp; <br>the wide hips... He visibly gulped. Everyone knew about the way Muses could read their bonded's emotions. Not thoughts but feelings... and he was having some rather vibrant thoughts about the vision of nature sitting in a huddle of blankets.<br><br>"Crest..." he repeated in a whisper after a while. He shivered from the cold, "Are you cold?" he asked at her cocked eyebrow. His soaked trousers made him feel clammy. Still he couldn't help looking at her. What should he say, do? He didn't know; highborn people had muses. He knew some second-hand talk and there was common knowledge but all he knew was her name.<br><br>The storm bounded their little cave and Artus grabbed more blankets and moved --against better judgment--towards her. She was like looking at a mountain lion or a beautiful scene or something like that. Her smell was strangely familiar to him. Like the woods. He caught himself staring again and looked away. Things like what elements she possessed slipped his mind. 
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				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 19:05:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Artus was right to be wary about his reactions; Crest had now been bonded to him until the day he died, and as such- she began to pick up on his feelings...if the flaring embarrassment, desire and confusion weren't painfully obvious in their physical manifestations about him. It was quite endearing really. When his eyes raked over her body, Crest glanced down at herself and frowned- as if appraising herself for the first time. Without a single hesitation, she raised her hands to her breasts and pushed them together in an experimental fashion, before letting them fall with a small bounce. Finding it all too amusing, she chuckled and returned her attention to Artus- perhaps wanting to share the fun of the discovery- but found him trapped between staring and looking away. When he asked her a question, she shook her head.<br><br>"Don't think so." She replied, speaking the common tongue fluently, despite the silence and the changes to the language since she'd last been exposed to it. Was she cold? She knew what 'cold' was- she'd remembered that when the rain had hit her. No, she didn't feel that any more...but a look at Artus suggested that he was feeling it rather acutely "...You are, I think."<br><br>A roll of thunder made Crest lean back, placing her hands behind her as she stretched backwards- displaying herself in the process- to look at the rain with a small tut of disapproval. Looking back at the man who had woken her, Crest felt strong affection for him already; Muses were tied to their legions from the first touch- and she was fond of Arkus from that alone. It was only going to develop further, anyway, so she offered him a warm smile.<br>"Poor thing." She cooed, climbing to her feet. She showed no qualms about how she stood naked before him, or indeed how her body pressed to his when she moved over to him to embrace him. It was certainly a friendly, known-since-childhood gesture, and she nuzzled his neck, feeling the heat of his blush as she did so. "You must be frozen." </span>
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 19:34:48</strong>
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				To say she was soft was the epitome of understatement. He only balked and froze in shear embarrassment. She... was... touching him. She was naked and touching him... intimately. He was already disarmed from her early displays. The short curls of her hair were still damp from the rain, and her blissful scent was all around him. It was hard to describe. It was all his favorite smell rolled into one. He felt the soft skin press against his own, and became acutely aware of is own half-nakedness. "I-I am cold," he stammered, "I have to... take off my breeches... they're soaked." Why he told her this escaped him, he didn't want her doing more.. not the way she was going about it. He did return the hug. His body was damp and cold, and clammy. Not the best hug in the land by far.<br><br>He felt something like a first love for Crest...<br>Muses were corporeal, but they didn't need... they wanted; they enjoyed. Food held no substance for them it held pleasure. Sleep wasn't required but they loved the peace. <br>Elements held their own properties as well. Shadow and light were fear and hope, fire was passion, earth courage, water influence and charismatic emotions, wind held emotions of flight and flirtation, while wood and metal held pensive thoughts, and steadfastness respectively. <br><br>It was entirely for a muse to cast... suggestions on her bonded, if she had the mind. Artus though was rather taken aback. His arousal at the intimate gesture was evident as well despite the cold. "Crest..." he whispered testing the name. Warmth spread through him as he held her in his arms. His hands slid to her lower back but evidently stopped from going much lower, "It's storming outside..." he said stupidly unable to think of a better sentence. The young man blushed again, lightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 19:44:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Poor thing..." Crest repeated, smoothing a hand up Artus' back to twine it into his hair. She did not feel the same rapture as Artus felt, but there was a fierce loyalty to him that was equally as strong, in its own way. Her motions were almost motherly, had she not been naked and nuzzling his neck. The hug, however, reminded Crest that cold and wet were not pleasant feelings when one was comfortably warm, so she simply smoothed her hands over his back to wipe away some of the water that was rolling down his skin. <br><br>The next task came when his hands slipped to her lower back. She pressed against them and smiled against his skin, acting as if they were age-old lovers who knew everything about one another, rather than a force of Nature and a lucky woodsman who had met for the first time. Artus was such a sweet thing, she decided; she was ever so pleased to have him around. Her hands moved to his wet trousers, but something odd began to occur. Slowly, the droplets of water that had seeped into the fabric began to pull back from the material; they slid up through the fabric, leaving dry cloth in their wake, and collected under Crest's fingertips underneath the fabric. She didn't seem to notice this, far too preoccupied with enjoying the warmth of an embrace with her bonded, and the fire. When he mentioned the fire, she smirked.<br><br>"Alert, aren't we?" She teased, nipping Artus' strong collarbone fondly. </span>
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 20:03:53</strong>
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				He put his hand on her shoulders gently and pushed away. He didn't know what to do. Sure he'd had a few summer romances with the girls in the nearby village but he never got past a kiss, and hug. Crest evidently had more in mind. She held him like an experienced lover. He could sense her maturity. His eyes a little less love-blinded, saw the feet of water-musing. "You're a water muse?" he asked excitedly the small intimate moment not forgotten but it was a better distraction than the obvious. He smiled at her. <br><br>Water musing was useful. It held the must healing and restorative properties of the other elements. He would look younger and live for a glorious time without growing infirm. It was the least of the deadlier powers though. <br><br>Artus was just happy. He forgot himself and hugged her again. He pressed his lips to full ones in a brief innocent kiss. She was his hopes and dreams he was going to go to Agrossa Republica. The capital city of Agross. He pushed way again, and picked up a blanket, "We should get some sleep." he said hastily surprised at his own forwardness. Artus wasn't really naive about women or the world so much as he had his perceptions of how romance and love should be. <br><br>Though she was his Lady so to speak. He didn't know how to approach the alien relationship and quickly decided to hold it at a safe distance. He rolled over in the mess of blankets, putting his back to her, not a smart idea most likely, "Thank you for drying me off." he said passively. His excitement was tangible, and his fear of the foreign affection and Crest. Love without the knowledge to act.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 21:06:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The push meant nothing to Crest, who merely stayed as she was and wrapped her arms tighter around him, only removing her hands from his to scatter the collected droplets of water upon the floor of the cave, soaking a small section of it. After examining the results of the action, she tilted her head and frowned, peering at her handiwork with curiosity. At the mention of 'muse', she turned to look at Artus with a blank expression.<br>"A water what?" She asked, familiar with the basic concepts of the elements, but not with what she was. After all, the silence had robbed her of nearly everything, leaving just scarce fragments of memory and her name. The truth of her ability was lost to her; she had simply assumed that Artus was able to do something similar. After all, he had transported her from a cold, wet area into a warm, dry area without her noticing.<br><br>Still, she had no further time to consider his question; his lips were against hers for the briefest of moments and she thrilled at the contact, feeling small jolts of electricity crackle out through her body, only to physically manifest themselves as static sparks in her hair, jumping from the tips of her short, damp curls onto the next, or out into the air. Some even hopped to Artus' hair, but all too soon he had pulled away, leaving Crest to frown heavily as he did so.<br><br>"...Oh, no!" Crest exclaimed with a look of dismay. "No, no, no. That will never do!"<br>She made her way over to him and stood with her arms folded, expecting him to turn over. When he did not, she strode around to face him and knelt, prodding him with one electrically-charged finger. She had not consciously put the spark into it, nor was it enough to harm him, but enough to get his attention. <br>"You musn't go to sleep." She announced. "I'm so terribly confused, you really musn't." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 21:19:31</strong>
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				"About what?" he muttered. The pop of static discharge didn't warrant reaction from his rather tired body. Honestly sleep was just a feint to take his mind off of the more... romantic aspects of their being together. He sat up and pulled a blanket around her nakedness at the same time. In truth, he couldn't help but think of the kiss and how good it had felt, and that he wanted more of it. He controlled himself but being his muse, it was to no avail she'd felt both the passion and the constraint. <br><br>It was said muses often suffered from memory issues. It was another school of thought: Muses are a physical representations of the human psyche and nature, but that the natural parts of them got lost when their human bonded eventually died. Some said that muses who feel strongly enough towards their bonded when they pass take them to the land of the muses to live in eternity, but that was philosophical prattle as far as Artus was concerned. <br><br>"What Crest?" he asked pulling the blanket around her completely though it did nothing to hide the generous swells of her wide hips and bust. A short lock of blond hair feel free and he felt his fingers reach out and tuck it back for her. He looked at her with a tender glance. He chest tense with emotion. His muscles gleaming in the firelight. 
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				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 12:07:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"You brought me from the silence." She explained, ignoring the way in which Artus tried to cover her nudity. She no longer felt cold, so she did not try to hold the blanket when Artus removed his hands. Consquently it merely fell open, covering her shoulders, back and sides incredibly well but leaving her front exposed...and in fact, quite possibly framing it. Leaning her head against his hand as he tucked the hair back behind her ear, she smiled at him. A muse loved the touch of her bonded, after all- and Crest was no exception to this.<br>"I don't remember things." She replied sadly. "Anything I <em>do</em> remember has changed so much..."<br><br>She moved closer to Artus, wrapping her arms around his strong chest, hugging herself to him.<br>"Won't you help me to remember?" She said, pulling one hand back to trace up and down Artus' muscles. "...Or help me to think of other things...?"<br>She shifted again, planting kisses to Artus' neck and shoulders, smoothing her hands over his chest and back, licking small trails over his cold skin. For a Muse, everything about her bonded was desirable. Artus was a particulaly fine specimen, for example. Crest was greatly pleased. She remembered the concept of Muses- but it was a hazy memory. What she really needed was comfort...and a distraction, until she could realign her thoughts. She looked to Artus to provide that.<br><br>"...Please."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 16:00:09</strong>
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				He looked in her silver eyes, like two silver talents, and wrapped his arms around her. A damsel in distress, how could he refuse? He tried to ignore the sensual touches of her pink tongue and lips. She was getting too friendly for his tastes. "I-I'll help you." he knew muses memories could return wholly or in chunks at the tiniest thing. The obvious flood of passion into his body probably made her smile. He exhaled and brought them under control. "Muses have elements..." he went on to explain, and he filled her in on the first bonding of Antonius Primus and his muse of all the elements Sil. <br><br>"Ever since then... uh..." she'd been touching him and making him forget the whole time, "Agross has had muses they work in every aspect of life from building to soldiering, which I'm going to do..."&nbsp; he admitted I want to be a Legionnaire. A muse knight so to speak..." it was strange admitting his deepest desires to her but it felt right, "Right now Antonius Septimus the Fire Sword is ruler in the Republic."<br><br>He looked down at her again. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her full lips, and other fantasies squirmed their way in his mind, but he quickly brought it back to just a kiss. "Shall we go to be now?" he said yawning and lying on the blankets. Hoping she'd curl up inside the curve of his body, knowing she probably wouldn't. To most people he was just a woodsman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 14:23:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest snuggled against Artus, freeing one hand halfway through his explanation to lick her thumb and rub it over a dirty mark on his cheek in a motherly manner. Once she was satisfied that it was gone, she let that same hand wind its way into Artus' hair, toying with the strands around the nape of his neck. She began to drag her nails lightly over the skin there, wanting to provoke pleasant sensations in him- simply because he looked so afraid of her that she almost felt guilty. Of course, Crest could feel desire from Artus just as strongly as she could feel the heat from his skin, but she found this flattering and it pleased her, although his unwillingness to act upon it did not. It made no sense to her to deny what one wanted- Muses such as her had no need for manners and etiquette.<br><br>"...So, they all have things like me?" She asked curiously. "There are other Muses?"<br>That was a peculiar notion. Did they behave differently? Did they look the same? Did they have their own names and thoughts and feelings? Were there an infinite number of them? Crest found the ideas that floated around her head fascinating; she was, by nature, a curious thing- and Artus' belief and hope transferred over to his Muse and made her feel the same.<br>"That sounds like a good idea." She said finally, referring to becoming a Legionnaire. Sleep was certainly an idea that she did not approve of; after all, what did she need to sleep for? Unfortunately for Artus, Crest was a rather selfish thing.<br><br>He asked her the question of sleep and she ignored it entirely, returning his kiss with obvious enjoyment and smiling at him as he pulled back.<br>"You're young, aren't you?" She commented. "I can feel it. You don't know much about the world...but that's alright, because you're mine- and I'm going to teach you things."<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 03:14:22</strong>
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				"Yes everyone that can bond with a muse doesn't go long without one." he answered. "As far as I can tell..." he broke off, she was rubbing him and it felt good, "They're as unique as anything really with there own personalities and appearances." He was saying it more to himself than her. It surprised him how much of his knowledge was hearsay and rumor. <br><br>He wasn't exactly scared of her. He was intimidated by her infinitely aloof personality and promiscuous nature. That was also putting it mildly it seemed at her next comment.<br>"I know plenty about the world..." he said defensively. Ignoring the innuendo-laced tones. He made an audible gulp. "I'm just... not... ready." it sounded more like a question but he stood by it, turning over and facing away from her. <br><br>It was insane to think he should bed her at first sight. It would be his luck that it was a fluke and she'd leave him as soon as his pants were off. That would be his luck, or she'd laugh, or something. It was true that the bond between a muse and her bonded got stronger with loving, intimate gestures. As they opened up with one another... but kisses, and hugs, and rubs would do that too at a much more Artus-acceptable pace. "Uh... we have to leave early tomorrow so I can make it home!" he yelped at a touch and worked hard to ignore her advances. <br><br>Besides he'd hear rumors that bonded were knocked out cold for two days after their first couplings, because of a muses nature... and he didn't want that for his first time. Not at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 14:38:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"I should very much like to meet other Muses." Crest said warmly, but firmly- a not-so-subtle indication that she intended to have Artus meet as many people with Muses as he possibly could. She couldn't claim to care much for the bonded attached to the Muses, but that was something Artus could deal with. As far as Crest was concerned, Artus was the only non-Muse of any worth whatsoever, and no one else could compare. She longed to know more about him, about the world that had changed so much from how she recalled it (what little she remembered, of course), about herself and about everything. She thirsted for knowledge in all of its forms- but oddly, had a texbook of mathmatical equations been placed before her, Crest would have dismissed it as gibberish and irrelevant.<br><br>"Well, the only way to be prepared is with further knowledge and practise, yes?" She grinned, but Artus turned away. Crest's smile dropped into a hurt frown and she sat up and stared at his back, covers protecting only her own lower half. Why was he ignoring her? Wasn't she good enough for him? Was she a weak Muse? Crest waited for Artus to pick up on her unhappiness- but he was either not as perceptive as she'd have liked, or he was being unfair and ignoring her. She chose to bluff attention from him.<br><br>"...Muses die if you ignore them." She commented in a quiet voice, putting on the best tone of hurt that she could manage. As if to emphasise that she was unhappy, her skin dropped several degrees and her breath began to mist out in the air, although it was far from cold with the fire blazing merrily. Small ice crystals formed over her body and between the locks of her hair. When she received no reply at this, Crest stood and kicked the blanket away, staring down at Artus' back meaninfully. When, again, she heard nothing, she wondered if he'd fallen asleep.<br>"I could always leave, you know." She lied. "If you don't want me. I could always go back to the forest and wait. If I'm not good enough." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 00:02:50</strong>
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				He caved. "Oh, no no no!" he said hastily. "You're perfect." He meant that. Everything was just right with Crest and it scared him a little. Women had been, someone you asked to the festival, or went on strolls with. Not who you met in the woods, and became bonded to, and used to nature-craft. She was another entity entirely. <br>He didn't want her to die, and he didn't know better. He wanted to come up with something. "I just don't want my first time to be in a damp cave... with musty blankets." he half-lied. He didn't want to think about his first time with the other-worldly being. <br><br>"When we go to Avarian to join the legion, I'll buy a room in the city and we can... consummate there..." another little lie. Still he wrapped his arms around her and she seemed to instantly give up the cold ruse just for a hug. "Let's just think about it tomorrow?" he pleaded wrapping blankets around them to fight off the small chill.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 19:55:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest sighed in exasperation at Artus' reluctance, but accepted his excuse. After all, she supposed that someone who felt so out of touch with the world around him would be uneasy with sullying a natural place that he'd only just been to. She was tempted to pull away, to walk off- that would show him!- but she couldn't bring herself to pull away from the embrace. Instead, Crest smiled lazily and wrapped her arms around Artus in return, planting additional fond kisses and nips to his neck. A few of the latter were starting to darken his tanned skin. She did not want to wait- no, not at all, but he made her an offer and she took it.<br><br>"Do you promise?" She challenged, looking up to fix Artus with an unblinking, dominating stare, despite being smaller than him by about a head. The cold dropped away rapidly, to be replaced with glowing warmth as Crest's skin heated and glowed slightly. "It isn't so frightening, you know. You musn't be afraid of it. Once you've had the taste, you'll want it more."<br>She eased her bare body to his, running a knee between his thighs to grind at his budding erection gently- but he was insistent and soon she was re-wrapped in blankets. With a heavy sigh and a look of exaggerated disappointment, Crest waited for his reply.<br>"Promise?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 03:25:13</strong>
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				"I promise..." Artus said reluctantly, very much so.&nbsp; He didn't know if he'd feel different. He was actually hoping that the legion training and all would make him too tired to deal with her advances. Although... there was a mandatory bonding day. So that legionnaires and their muses could well... forge the bond. He doubted that if he still felt sexually intimidated by Crest then... he'd have to bite the blade and get it done. <br><br>No one said it would be like this. That his muse would be so... well... eager... Artus gently placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her rather... romantically on the lips lightly before rolling over for the last time and at least letting her cuddle up to him. He was exhausted and didn't want to dwell on her obvious need to be intimate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 14:03:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Good." Crest said with a wide smile. Her mood, it seemed, changed rapidly and she was never one to be angry or saddened for long over trivial matters. Perhaps that would endear her to Artus, or perhaps it would irk him if she could not take things seriously when needed, or if she took matters too seriously when it was unnecessary. A creature of nature could not trouble herself with 'petty' issues that did not concern her for long. She was looking forward to the new adventure she would be taken on with her beloved Artus; she longed to discover the secrets of the world and, with luck, to regain her memory.<br><br>Never one to be beaten so easily, Crest decided that compromise was in order. She looked over at the fire- a good few feet away- and focused on it. If it was cold, he would be forced to cuddle up to her. She leant forwards, just a fraction, and puffed out the fire (which was no small feat in itself), plunging the cave into darkness and allowing the cold of the storm to seep through. Her body began to glow lightly as she pressed her body to Artus' back, wrapping her arms around him as she nuzzled him. One hand resumed the gentle petting of his hair, and she settled down for the night.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 18:40:54</strong>
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				Artus saw the impressive feat of fire-craft and ignored it. He was ecstatic that she had not only two abilities but two opposing ones. Though he couldn't keep the emotion from seeping through the bond and putting a smug little smile on her beautiful lips no doubt. He didn't fell like starting up the whole night again and simply cuddled into him muse's warmth. Morning would come early. <br><br>Artus woke several hours after first light and was promptly having an argument with Crest over her nakedness. He wanted her to dress. Sure muses made their own clothes, whatever they felt like. No one knew why, most believed for utter convenience. Crest was refusing to do it. <br>"Please. We're going to go see my family, and I would not like the first thing they see to be a naked, if beautiful, woman." he said adding the compliment to stroke her ego. <br><br>The air was misty and the whole forest looked damp, "For me?" he added hopefully as they walked down the road and were spotted by traders who promptly turned their heads and coughed indignantly. Artus felt his cheeks glow red with embarrassment. They all knew the naked woman was a muse though. Her silver-coin eyes were unmistakable. "A skimpy little toga, anything!" he pleaded. They didn't have much farther until his remote house came into view and everyone was most likely going to be out and about.<br><br>That and his rusty axe his father would kill him for that. Naked muse, rusty axe. Perfect. Worry wracked the bond they shared. The axe's bit had developed too much rust and would need to be resurfaced and she wasn't a metal muse. <br><br>He threw his hands up in defeat as a quaint little two story, log house. A woodcutter's home coming into view. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 19:51:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Morning had found Crest feeling as bright and sprightly as ever, but within a few minutes of sleepy cuddling Artus had forced her to stand and ready herself to leave. She hadn't minded so much until Artus had insisted, even <em>demanded</em> that she wore clothes. Crest could feel desperation and despair through their bond- but it only served to make her equally as despairing of Artus.<br>"Why?" She repeated over and over to answer his questions. "Am I not lovely enough for them? I knew you didn't like me, Artus! I just knew it!"<br><br>Although she was complaining, it was not as if she was making any attempt to act upon it. Instead, she followed Artus through the wood- eventually becoming irate by the way that twigs prodded at her feet. Although she enjoyed the feeling of lush grass and dew sliding between her toes, she eventually began to drift with her feet just inches above the ground, utilising the wind and air density to carry her effortlessly. As people stared, Crest ignored them and began to, once again, play with Artus' hair. Although she could not read his thoughts, she could see that she was not the only distraction thatc caused the twisting nervousness they both felt.<br><br>"Is this a problem?" Crest asked, drifting in front of the man to stop him from walking, attempting to take the axe from him. "I might be able to fix this, you know...for a price~."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 20:02:01</strong>
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				Artus hadn't noticed her little hovering trick. Muses could do little things with their elements. It was who they were. However, any big displays of power and whatnot had to be channeled through Artus to have any effect. "Because in Agrossa, it is rude to walk around displaying yourself to everyone." he decided to try some fake jealousy. "If you're just going to display yourself to every person on the road, why should I love you?" he said with a little genuine hurt. He didn't consider her, for all intents and purposes of his rather romantic and non-realistic mind, a lady of sorts. The ones poems were written about.<br><br>"Hey!" he said as she took the axe. "Yes it's rusted and Da's going to pop me a new one for not taking better care of it..." he looked at her warily... though he was a romantic naivety he wasn't stupid about the world, and the wheeling and dealings therein. "What price?" he asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 20:31:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest looked genuinely horrified by Artus' suggestion that she was behaving in a way that devalued her love for him. She put her hands to her mouth and shook her head violently, seeming apolgetic.<br>"It isn't like that, Artus!" She protested. "You have to love me! You must, you must!"<br>She knew he was probably overexaggerating the jealousy, as she couldn't feel more than a faint twinge from him, but she didn't want to push it. Not when they'd only just met, and not when she cared for him so.<br><br>"Alright, alright. Let me fix this first and then I'll wear something." She said with a heavy sigh, losing her sulk as she examined the axe. It was suffering from heavy rusting...but that was nothing she couldn't rectify. She had no idea how the blade and the shaft fitted together, so she decided not to alter it and instead used both wood and metal magic to re-form the two over the existing components. This took much more energy- using two opposing forces required concentration and skill- so she drew upon Artus to help her focus, finding his single-minded determination regarding life to be an excellent support. The metal began to heat rapidly and flow like liquid, absorbing and destroying the rust, although it retained its axe-head shape. In contrast, the smooth wood of the handle began to grow bark, which it then shed to reveal a perfectly formed pole. After a minute of peculiar activity, each piece settled back into the form it had originally taken- although the blade seemed far sharper and brighter than before.<br><br>"There." She announced with a wide smile, breaking her sapping of Artus' concentration. "As good as new...<em>buuut</em>..."<br>She paused, considering what she would ask. Finally, she grinned and spoke in a sing-song tone, holding the axe just out of reach.<br>"You have to give me a long, slow kiss...in front of your family...~"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 20:47:22</strong>
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				He ran his hand through his short brown hair. A habit born of frustration. Finally he opened his mouth, "Fine! But, we keep it tasteful. No jumping and slobbering all over each other." he said, noting only slightly that he'd said "each other" and not "me" making it sound like they were a couple. Besides everyone knew muses were the only women their bonded ever loved, and families usually didn't deprive their sons of that. <br><br>At least, Artus had never heard of a bonded man marrying a regular woman, or of muses leaving their bonded until death parted them. Little did Artus know, that when a muses bonded died, the link they shared was reflected in memory loss. The more beloved, the more memory loss upon the two's parting. <br>Some people theorized this was to ease the pain and let the muse re-bond. What did they know they weren't the popular school of thought. They saw muses as natural entities... how absurd. <br><br>Still Artus was more worried about her displayed nakedness, pretty, but still naked in front of him. "Come on, dress." several young maidens walked by wearing the height of Agrossian fashion or... at least out here on the frontier. Artus blushed but was more worried Crest would kill them for looking at him, and making giggling whispers. He concentrated on restraining his muse, his responsibility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 21:11:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Yes, yes, yes." Crest agreed with a dismissive wave of her hand, using the other hand to give the axe back to Artus. It was considerably lighter than it had been before, which was peculiar when very little had changed about it, bar the obvious. She glanced down at herself, using her power to effectively grow herself clothing. Delicate strands of silk were bound together by roots and leaves, all of which seemed to sprout from her body suddenly. They wound around her chest, her stomach, her hips and her thighs. Slowly, they settled into a simple white vest and white knee-length shorts. If it was not for her wide hips and the swell of her breasts that were pushed together into a rather daunting cleavage, Crest could have been mistaken for a man. As it was, she was very obviously female.<br><br>The giggling made her turn and look at the girls with particular intensity. Hot flashes of indignant anger seared over their bond once; how dare they make her bonded feel uncomfortable!? The tips of Crest's short hair began to smoulder, glowing like embers as she watched the girls. She was no longer naked- which displeased her- but she would not stomach anyone else making Artus feel embarrassed or uncomfortable than herself.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 22:10:16</strong>
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				"Come along, Crest." he said tugging her hand expectantly. "Lets just go." The girls hadn't been laughing at him explicitly but who knew what those poor, barely teenage girls were giggling about. He practically dragged his curvaceous muse down the road but once the girls were out of sight they quickly preceded to be out of mind. <br><br>Suddenly, it hit him. She'd done water, wood, metal, and fire-craft. That was incredibly rare. Most people had muses with two elements and three-elementals were called a Trifecta, but she was a Noble's Muse. A muse to some man born to be a Centurion. The elite soldiers of the legion. The only way she could be better is if she had all the elements and was a Royal Muse a muse for the House Antonius.<br>Neither had any idea she went far beyond that. Lacking any culture. She wasn't some tame muse. She was like a hurricane they were a rainstorm.<br><br>Artus stepped down the path with Crest in hand. She seemed very happy and aloof that he was holding her hand at all. He could see his mother looking very cross. Hands on hips her humble clothing worn but clean. A single streak of gray laced her long blond hair.<br>Her brothers and sisters mini-versions of himself (for he was the spitting image of his father) or his mother (blond-haired and blue-eyed) were playing or doing chores. <br><br>"Artus Sanctimus Secondus!" she cried out. Not that he'd never come home late, but more with the company he was with, "Who is this lady," she used the word lady warily, like all disapproving mothers, "and you'd better have a good reason for not being home."<br><br>He shot a look a Crest that said, "This is all your fault." but there was no feeling behind it. So she probably would just stick her tongue out at him. "Mother, this is... Crest... and she's my..." he struggled to actually say the word.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 22:23:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Sure enough, as Crest moved out of view of the trio of idiotic, giggling girls, she began to lose the edge to her temper. By the time they had made the brief walk to Artus' home, she was positively beaming once more, walking hand in hand and step in step with Artus over the worn ground. No doubt this home had seen many a step; the grass had been trampled down and now a dirt track had formed, which wandered and meandered down through the area to mark the passage of those who walked it daily. Something about this place felt peculiarly natural; it pleased Crest, and she was too busy smiling inanely and peering at figures in the distance or examining small little details- such as the patterns of rocks, or how the trees grew- to pay much attention to Artus. The children made her coo in delight as they worked or played with one another. They were still wild at heart, which made Crest feel more at home.<br><br>However, when a very loud and irate voice cut through her thoughts, she turned back to look at its owner with some surprise. She used her bond to Artus- which felt almost like an invisible rope that tied their hearts together- to feel his emotions towards this woman. There was nervousness, yes- but there was also love. Love that could only be given to...<br>"Ohhh...she's your mother?" Crest asked, grinning at the older woman. She did not know the Agrossian manners, or the customs that dictated how she should or should not behave towards her. So, Crest dropped Artus' hand and moved over to embrace the woman.<br><br>"My name is Crest." She said happily, wrapping her arms around the older woman- who certainly looked less than pleased. "I look after your son, now."<br>She looked at the other woman, appraising her. She could see that this one knew a great deal about families and household tasks, judging by the look in her eyes. She could also tell that she had not had an easy life, if the crow's feet and tough skin on her hands were anything to go by. Crest's own skin was smooth and pale, showing that she had never picked up a broom or a pan in her life. She did not mention that she was a Muse; she could only assume that the woman knew and had sent Artus out to find her. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 22:35:36</strong>
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				Artus's mother gawked at the hug. What did she mean was the look on her face. "Artus, explain!" she demanded. She was aging gracefully but her demeanor was sharpened and honed through many a child. Raising them and sending them off. Artus was the third child the other two ahead having left years ago. There were another three below him. Two girls and a baby boy.<br><br>"She's, she's a muse ma..." he said timidly. Benicia, Artus's mother, looked back at Crest and back to Artus. In a slow deliberate double-take. Finally she noted the solid silvery stormy gray that were Artus's bonded's eyes and just stared. Her son couldn't be bonded. It just didn't happen. <br>The two little girls flocked to Crest and tugged at her shorts. "She wears boy clothes!" one squealed. <br>The other giggled.<br><br>"Wait for your father." was all her mother said before walking off. Sparing Artus from having to make good on his kiss at the moment. <br>"Anita, Lani, leave Crest alone..." Artus sighed not knowing what to do. <br>They promptly ignored him. <br>"Do magic!" they squealed in unison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 22:41:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest nodded, but left Artus to speak to his mother in favour of squatting down to talk the children who had come to her side. She did not seem to be angry by their demands or their comments at all- in fact, she seemed to be enjoying herself. Feelings of joy passed across the bond as Crest shook her head in response to the child's first statement.<br>"He <em>makes</em> me wear them." She said with an exaggerated pout, as most of her expressions were. "He told me that I wasn't allowed to meet any of you if I didn't wear them."<br><br>At the request for magic, Crest shifted back and carefully drew a circle in the dirt path, which began to empty as the earth peeled away from itself, leaving a hole. She reached over to one of the girls and plucked something from 'behind her ear', looking shocked and surprised.<br>"Goodness!" She exclaimed, presenting the item- a small, green seed- to the girls. "Now what do you have hidden away there? What sort of seed do you think this is?" </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 22:52:47</strong>
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				Artus was left to wrangle in his muse but watched as she entertained the children. <br>"I bet it's a daffodil!" the first said.<br>"I bet it's a tulip!" the other.<br>They waited expectantly for her to tell them and Artus, sure she wasn't going to kill them an eat them left to help his little brothers. He doubted his father would be gone long enough. It was almost midday and the man would be coming home for luncheon. <br><br>Artus, on that note rushed to help his mother so that she would lessen his death sentence. He went about helping her. They didn't speak. It seemed his mother was more shocked that he had a muse more than anything. It was probably the best thing to happen to the family, and the worst. They all knew Artus's ambitions. He'd go and fight far off wars. Die in some ditch or trench.<br><br>Artus was actually quite ashamed. He'd wanted this and now he didn't know what to do with it. Hopefully they'd understand. He was going to leave for Fort Moon-Wolf. The local military installation and train to be a legionaire. The big city and adventure awaited him. <br>Dreams were truly terrifying if they weren't yours he supposed as he watched his muse entertain the little ones. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 16:58:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest did not answer the children; the waves of concern, apprehension, shame and general negativity that flooded the bond made her turn her head to look for Artus. A coiling unease made itself known in the Muse's stomach as she tried to locate him amongst the trees, the plains and all other people in the area. Now, Crest's twinges of panic twisted over the bond as she raked over the clearing, trying to pinpoint her bonded. Where had they taken him? He wasn't far, she knew that, but this place was new to her and she'd let herself lose him. Her breathing quickened, her silver disc-eyes dilated a touch further and the movements of her head became jerky and erratic. She barely noticed the questions of the girls until she finally, finally saw Artus. Relief flooded over the bond as Crest relaxed. Within a second or two, she was back to being happy, although it was evident that concern was running through her veins for Artus' wellbeing. All Muses were protective of their bonded and Crest was no exception.<br><br>Turning her attention back to the girls, she drew upon the bond to grow a sprout from the seed, a plant from the sprout, and both daffodils and tulips from the plant. <br>"You were both perfectly correct." She said absently, patting each of them on the head. Her eyes were fixed on the distant figure of her bonded and her gaze was unwavering and unblinking. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:08:00</strong>
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				Artus shooed his sisters along with their wholly unique flowers. Artus noted this. He didn't think much of it, it was interesting to be sure, but it was part of her abilities. He looked over at her. He could sense the ebbing flows of panic fading from his muse, though she appeared happy. "What's wrong?" he asked squatting down to address her state. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her big silver eyes. <br><br>"Oh," he said in a moment of slight embarrassment. She was still waiting for that kiss. Artus leaned forward and gave her a long slow, admittedly static and conservative kiss on the lips. "There, better?" he asked unaware of what she had been truly upset by.<br><br>"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Artus?" came a deep voice. The young man turned warily and saw his father. Nearly identical to his offspring if older, grayer, and a little more seasoned and weathered. Artus looked around and saw that everyone had gathered to meet the patriarch of the household. Crest had gotten her way again...<br><br>"Nothing!" Artus jerked reflexively. He half expected Crest to open her mouth just to contradict him. Flighty little seductress... <br>Artus blushed and looked away standing up.<br>"Well when you finish up, son. It's lunch time." Artus Sanctimus Primus said walking on as if he'd not heard or seen a thing. Save the little smile on his venerable features.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 13:05:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Unable to stop herself, Crest tried to make the kiss much more lewd. Her hands worked their way into Artus' hair, her eyes closed and she swept her tongue over Artus' lower lip, seeking entry. Unfortunately, she couldn't make much headway; Artus was resolute, it seemed, that he would behave as the perfect son in front of his family. As her bonded pulled back, Crest opened her mouth to suggest that it hadn't counted, as he hadn't really been kissing her so much as simply pressing his lips to hers for a long moment. When they were interrupted, Crest's anger flared for the briefest of seconds as she looked at the newcomer. However, she soon realised who it was. Even without feeling for Artus' emotions, she could tell just by the sight of the man that this had to be her bonded's father.<br><br>"Tell your son to bed me!" Crest called out to the man's retreating back, folding her arms. Artus' denial of any intimacy was beginning to grate on her nerves; she was sure that most men would delight in the opportunity to make a Muse their own...why was Artus so reluctant? It would have made Crest feel inferior, had her ego not been too large to damage by such a small issue. Ignoring the other members of Artus' family that had gathered, and the giggling of the older children at her remark, Crest stood up and headed after him, looking back at Artus- as if to instruct him to follow.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 15:43:33</strong>
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				Artus--recovered from his muse's lewd comments--stood up and walked over to eat lunch. His family all looked at him strange. Artus knew why too. Muses were thought to be physical manifestations of their bonded's psyche. This is wrong but no one refuted the theory. Result: Artus's family thinks him rather... unsavory for such a muse. Though he was happy to see some doubt in their eyes because they knew their family member wasn't like that. <br><br>They ate the meal with much talk. About last nights storm, about what Artus was going to do now. His family would get along fine without him. He'd been preparing to leave home soon anyway. Though no one was very particular about him joining the legion they didn't voice their protest vehemently. He was a man and got to make his own choices in life. There were a few comments from Crest, he was sure, on his manliness, but he pretended not to her if she had made any comment at all. <br><br>So, an hour after lunch Artus had packed all his things. Leaving his axe and going armed only with his woodsman's knife, and his muse. He walked up the stone road to the local town of Vausus where the fort was. It would take them the rest of the day and some night hours to get there but Artus trudged on with a kind of optimistic metal. This is what he wanted, and it was finally happening. <br><br>About half an hour before dinner Artus met the recruit convoy. All the young men going to the fort. A wagon was full of beautiful women of various shapes and sizes. All there eyes just one mass of color. The muses of a few of the young men. <br>Not everyone had a muse. Most joined as foot soldiers, and the bulk of the legion. <br><br>"There you are." he said showing her the wagon. "Muses. Now maybe you can learn some manners. Artus shooed her with a kind of young, irate affection. Deciding he should fall into line with the troops. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 13:14:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest had enjoyed talking to the members of the family that were willing to talk to her; the elder members looked at her with a combination of fear, digust and curiosity- but did not speak to her beyond asking her to pass various things. It was difficult for Crest to know what they wanted; she barely knew the names for the objects over the table and soon she relied on the children, who twittered as incessantly to her as she did to them, to show her what was requested. She couldn't claim to much like Artus' mother, but his father seemed like a decent chap. However, she largely ignored them both and spent the best part of the meal trying everything on the table that there was to eat, simply for the experience. She longed to hold Artus' hand, as the occasional twitch of tension across the bond told her that he was uncertain of somehting, but he was sat too far away. Occasionally, she threw a question or a comment his way but he ignored her.<br><br>When they left, Crest had barely stopped talking. In fact, as Artus walked in silence, she filled it with words. For fifteen minutes, most of those words were expressions of outrage and disappointment that Artus had refused to take the axe that she'd remade for him. She protested, but he only threw irritated looks her way. Crest took great offence and began to sigh heavily as they walked- or in her case, drifted. By the time they reached the convoy, Crest had stopped talking and was simply following Artus, observing the changes in scenery. The questions began again when the convoy came into view clearly. Soon enough, the Muse was drifting on ahead, ever eager to find new things--and the sight of the other muses made her beam. Before Artus had even pulled her over to see the wagon, she was calling out questions to them, deep in conversation with a small, thin red-headed muse.<br><br>However, when Artus tried to move away, Crest went with him. She had no intention of being seperated from him and forced into a small space with other people, unless Artus was with her.<br>"Where are we going?" She asked, treading in Artus' footsteps behind him. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 01:38:22</strong>
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				"Fort Snow-Wolf." he said. Lunch with the family had been decent. No one had been overly off put. Artus had told her repeatedly that the axe belonged with his family. That he would be issued a legion sword. "I'm going to go be a soldier." he told her. "Go sit with the other muses." he ordered her. "I'm not going to be out of sight." They were really going to the province of Barik. He thought. Geography wasn't his strong suit. This was away from his usual stomping grounds. <br><br>By nightfall the convoy had reached the fort. They were able to cross much ground on the muse-crafted roads. The regulars would be catching up in a day or to, but it was easy for Artus to call on his muse to make him able to march faster than on the dirt trails. <br>It was an imposing structure more like a small town with an inn, and a blacksmith having been built up over the years. <br><br>It had wooden walls filed to sharp spikes. The all assembled at the parade grounds. Muses and men. There were four grizzled looking men lined up in front of the congregation. They all had women next to them. "Welcome to the Legion, maggots." their leader said, one eye gone covered with a bone patch. Military valets came to the groups and ushered them to bunk houses. Artus was glad because he would be able to put off his muses advances for another day.<br><br>She would probably still try though. He thought as he carried his things inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 23:12:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">At first, Crest had protested. Then, she had resisted. Finally, she had clung to Artus and made such a scene about being seperated from him that it had taken two other soldiers to help him persuade her over to the wagon with the Muses in. She then spent the first stretch of the journey annoying the other Muses by sitting to close them when her body flared between the searing heat of fury or the icy cold of resentment. All of these passed down the bond, but soon enough Crest had apparently forgotten about Artus' betrayal and had started to get to know the other Muses. They were far more interesting than those they were bound to. She compared elemental abilities with them, discussed how they had come to meet the men they adored, how many they'd had. One was fairly young; this was only her first bonded and she was so worried of displeasing him. Another had lost her memory after a man she'd loved for eighty years had passed away, but now she knew only fragments. As Crest listened and spoke in turn, a consensus rose up that Artus was wrong to not show her the affection she needed. Finally, with a group to support her, Crest felt more at ease and the journey passed swiftly and painlessly enough.<br><br>In fact, when the Muses arrived at the parade grounds, Crest ignored Artus entirely as a punishment and stood with the women until she was told, rather forcefully, to form ranks. <br><br>"...He's awfully ugly, isn't he?" Crest murmured to Artus, watching the man who had spoken. "...But then, she's gorgeous...do you think she had the chance to say no?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 01:19:08</strong>
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				The bunk houses offered quite more privacy than field quarters would. Each soldier had his own rather cramped space with a muse and it looked as though they'd be sleeping too close. Artus loved Crest, more than anything. She was a piece of him... a very dear piece. <br><br>"Well, it is possible he looked more comely when they first met." he told her well out of earshot of the others. Rumors going back to command were never good. They were stuffed into their little pine room. Here he would spend months training to fight in the Legion. "They told me tomorrow we have to go see a Soothe." Artus explained. Soothes were all women who could see the bond between a muse and the man. The pair felt the bond, but a Soothe could appraise its worth and tell all the elements the muse had under her control.<br><br>He stripped off his traveling clothes down to his slacks and light shirt. He climbed into bed close to the wall the bed was carved into creating a low alcove. "So are you going to stay mad at me and pass up an opportunity to slap and tickle?"<br>He looked at&nbsp; her sternly, "Keep your hands above the waist."<br><br>Artus wasn't totally cold but he had his rather unwavering views on romance and rutting like dogs wasn't part of it. He patted the thing mattress tempting her. His mood said, 'No, I'm not going to bed you don't ask, just enjoy the moment.' 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 11:54:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"I don't suppose he was born like that." Crest said with a pensive tone, rubbing her chin idly. "...Imagine if you <em>were</em> born that hideous...oh, that must be terrible; you'd never be able to look in the mirror...and all the other children would throw rocks at you and call you names. Your parents would probably be hung for crimes against nature. Oh, oh-- and animals would try to attack you because they'd see you as some sort of monster."<br>She continued rambling off her list of potential ills to befall those with naturally imperfect personage and walked with Artus, occasionally slowing to touch a wall, or to stoop and look at something on the ground. She remembered a great deal of things, but some of these were rather new to her. As other soldiers passed with Muses, Crest waved to the women or called out in greeting to them. She noticed, with some irritation, that other men were walking hand-in-hand with their Muses, or had their arms linked, or were even kissing with silly, appreciative smiles on their faces. She glowered at Artus meaningfully, but he ignored her. However, not all looks that came their way were smiles; the higher ranking officers with Muses that ferried the men along glared at everyone equally, and the soldiers without Muses stared with envy and resentment at those who did. Crest felt decidedly uncomfortable and stepped closer to Artus, ready to protect him in a heartbeat. Not that she'd ever tell him, but she could, would and probably had killed a great many people for the sake of her bonded.<br><br>...Not that she could remember if she'd had one or not, or indeed anything before the silence.<br><br>The bunkhouse was small, but Crest hardly minded. She had no concerns about leaving the structure to lie on the roof, if it came to that. <br>"A 'Sooooothe'?" She asked, watching Artus intently as he stripped off. Frankly, she couldn't care less about what that word meant, when it looked suspiciously like Artus was--oh, no. No, that was too much to ask, it seemed. Crest sighed heavily and folded her arms. Misinterpreting Artus' words, Crest raised an eyebrow and moved over. She struck him on the arm with the flat of her palm, with a pleasantly loud noise. It was not painful, mind.<br>"...Are you ticklish?" She asked. "I don't think I am, you know. Oh, dear...Were you meant to slap me, then?" </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 14:57:38</strong>
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				He growled with good nature. He should be more literal with her. "Here I'll show you..." he said pulling her into the bunk and gently kissing her lips and putting his hands on her waste. In true, modest Artus taste. The muffled moans from the other rooms reinforced this. "Slap..." he said between heavy kisses, "and tickle..." he finished, "means lots of kisses and hugs... you cold, grouse of a muse you..." he played. It was easy to tell bond or no bond that he was playing.<br><br>"Keep, your clothes on." he said tersely when he saw her moving down to her shirttail. He just wanted to spend the last night for a while. Tomorrow he would be drilling and learning. Muses didn't get tired so she would probably think the whole thing was funny. Until she learned about one of the few things that could hurt a muse.<br>Artus would learn too...<br><br>Muses could be hurt by any metal that came in contact with the elements as it was made. Air, water, fire, light, shadow, and of course, metal were easy enough. Wood oils had to be applied to the blade.<br>They couldn't be killed or maimed or anything, but it was rather painful to the woman and left the bonded without her power. <br><br>"So want to play slap and tickle?" he asked again holding her innocently, fondly, his hands playing with her blond little curls, looking in her moon-like eyes. Love absolutely dripping down the bond, a pure kind of love... one only a naive young man could conjure from his heart. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 20:01:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest's perplexed expression broke into a mask of sunny understanding. <br>"Ohhh...Oh, I see!" She said cheerily, tumbling into the bunk beside Artus. It was small, but Crest did not mind that; frankly, anything with Artus was just perfect...but she knew she could probably improve the little room for them both. The Muse's train of thought broke when Artus' lips found hers, to which Crest responded with enthusiasm, watching her bonded's face curiously as he closed his eyes. She closed her own, finding it all much easier to enjoy that way, when she knew he wasn't watching her back. A moan from the next room sent a twinge of jealousy through the bond, but the overpowering feelings of unconditional love that she felt from him were enough to crush that negativity. In all truth, Crest knew Artus loved her...and she loved him back, damn his hide. She loved his inability to deal with her when she was awkward. She loved his frowns when he was displeased and the radiant smiles when he was. She adored the way he'd sigh her name, with a combination of exasperation and amusement. They pulled back, looking at one another. <br><br>"If you weren't such an insufferable stick in the mud, I wouldn't <em>be</em> cold and grumpy." Crest retorted, equally as playfully, and with a contented smile. Her full lips were curved into a wide smile, a small twinge of pink added colour to her translucent skin and her hair resisted being too flattened by lying on her side beside her lover. Artus' lips and hands felt too wonderful for words and he was looking at her in such a way that she gave a stupid snigger and rubbed her nose against his.<br>"Yes." Crest said. "I would very much like that...but I bet you'll get bored before I do."<br>She knew nothing of the ills that could befall them, or the world that could hurt both her and him. As a Muse of all elements, Crest was vulnerable to each and every blade forged of them. It was a difficulty one had to consider, given her strength. For Crest, her world was this bed, this room, and the man who loved her...even if he was terribly prudish and anally retentive about duty. <br><br>Crest's pale, spidery fingers wound into Artus' hair and she tilted her head, curling her toes- which were coated in dried mud still, but she didn't mind. She could remove any dirt without much of an issue from anything it came into contact with, including her skin or the sheets...or Artus. Crest's leg slipped between Artus' to put herself closer still to him, and although he picked up on the way she'd been planning to remove her clothes, she was pleased to find that he apparently hadn't noticed that thigh slowly shifting up between his legs to rub, ever so gently and almost as if she wasn't moving at all, at his crotch. Even if he caught on and stopped her, Crest didn't much mind. Perhaps it was unfair of her to expect him to make love to her when he was clearly new to all of this...or perhaps not. Crest was selfish, but if Artus wanted her to wait, then she supposed she could wait until she had him in that promised room in the city. If he tried to resist there, she had every intention of binding him to a headboard there and having her way with him.&nbsp; &nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 00:08:33</strong>
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				Artus kissed her lovingly. He hadn't noticed the way she rubbed his crotch with her thighs and she hadn't seemed to notice his lack of modesty at lowering his hands to her bottom. Artus liked watching her walk, or so he rationalized to himself. The damn woman didn't walk she strutted, everywhere. <br>He loved everything about Crest: her long legs, wide hips, narrow waist, curly blond hair, full lips, and by all that was holy her eyes. The muse had captured the moon, made another and put them in her eyes. <br><br>"I promise, when we get to the city, and I have a measure of privacy, I'll try..." he let his voice trail off against her neck as he placed a few more kisses. Artus was still worried about... well his manliness. He'd never thought about it before, but he didn't want to get with the only woman he'd ever love and have her laugh in his face... though she would never do that, he knew. It wasn't even the pressure from her... compared to his fellow legionnaires-in-training she was celibate about their relationship (if not as covert about the going-ons therein). The brief time he'd been in the march they'd called names the tamest of which was virgin. Artus was used to this though and kept the emotions from back-washing on Crest. It made him feel bad, it was like lying to her, but he didn't need murder on him right now.<br><br>At some point Artus warm, happy, and against Crest's soft body fell asleep. The next morning they woke at first light, he did at least. They were first to see the Soothe. An attractive woman of forty or so, much older than Artus but he found himself slightly attracted to the wisdom in her green eyes. She was not wanting for physical endowment and Artus felt guilty for some of his thoughts and probably would have to endure a comment about Crest asking her to help bed him...<br><br>This all came after the diagnosis however, the Soothe, Isani Dauntus, said their bond was what she wished everyone's was like a bunch of fractures that had been healed by many tender moments. Even over the course of the brief time Crest and Artus had been together it actually made it stronger and that's why they were finding themselves with affection rather rapidly. As for elements... the soothe couldn't read Crest. The Soothe said not to worry that it was common of a muse who was unsure of the full extent of herself and that Artus's accounts of what he'd seen her do would work. <br><br>"I can't believe you asked her to do that..." he groused at her walking away from the Soothe's station. He'd been on her all morning about wearing a traditional toga that women wore and was about to break down and say she could go for as much cleavage as she wanted, "The other guys are saying I'm the only man who has a male muse because of the way you dress... despite your, perfect, body..." he said stroking her ego. Oh he loved her ego, it was cute really. <br><br>They continued to walk towards his first military lesson. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 12:38:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest, like all Muses, had no need for sleep. That didn't necessarily mean that she was a fan of mornings, or even that she liked getting up at all. Artus had been nearly forced to hoist her out of bed before she relinquished the sheets and hauled herself to her feet. Even then, she'd been yawning widely and complaining about her atrocious bed-hair; in the night, Crest had dreamt of jungles and exploration, so her short blonde curls were tangled and ratted up with vines and exotic flora...and, she had discovered, a small colony of spiders. She neglected to tell Artus about that and simply picked them out as she found them, following in his steps to avoid questions...although, she did drop one of the particularly angry little buggers down the back of a soldier who muttered something under his breath as they passed. By the time he'd realised, they were long gone- but wicked glee flooded the bond nonetheless.<br><br>The Soothe was not what Crest had been expecting. She recognised the smell instantly; a combination of cinnamon, stale water and understanding. She did not, however, recognise the woman and introduced herself by waving from a safe distance. Feeling a twinge of desire from Artus, which she incorrectly interpreted as being for her, Crest soon moved closer and sat beside him, her hand in his as she played with his fingers. When the Soothe held Crest's face in her hands, the Muse was surprised and tried to pull away, but soon she found herself staring into the woman's eyes with no hope of blinking or moving, and was quite relieved when she let go. Immediately after Artus got up to leave, Crest hurried to explain her displeasure at Artus' reluctance to be intimate. The Soothe simply chuckled when the Muse proposed that perhaps she ought to cast some sort of spell of promiscuity on him, just for the sake of ease. <br><br>"Do you have any idea how awkward it is for me to be your Muse?" Crest grumbled back, arms folded as she walked. "First you hug me and kiss me and tear me from the silence, you bring me somewhere safe and warm and then, you refuse to let me thank you. Then you beg me, no- <em>command</em> me to wear modest clothes. Now you want me to wear something revealing. Then you say I'm not friendly enough. Then I'm too friendly to your mother. You're up and down and all over the place and it's very confusing...and annoying."<br>Granted, the flattery worked like a charm and Crest's irritation dropped considerably- but she shook her head.<br>"I refuse to change the way I have to dress." She said firmly. "Why should I have to? You won't act on whatever I wear and you're only doing it to fit in. I don't want you to fit in, Artus! You're not like them- you're different. You're special and you also have me, so together we're so much more than they all are."<br><br>A sudden, wicked thought struck Crest and she pouted.<br>"...Unless you really <em>need</em> me to wear something feminine." She said coyly, dissolving her clothes until she was, once again, stark naked and nearly at the training grounds. "In which case, I shan't wear anything at all."<br>She turned and set off at a quicker pace, daring Artus to come and stop her. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 23:13:26</strong>
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				Artus pushed her hastily behind some building. Embarrassment flooded the bond again but Artus sounded defeated when he finally spoke, like Crest had been heckling him like all the other soldiers, "Just because I don't jump on you in a rut every night doesn't mean I don't love you, and it doesn't matter what you dress like to me," he omitted as long as you wear something she knew he meant that, "I just thought a dress would get them to lay off..." <br><br>He walked off without her. Honestly a little hurt. She would have walked stark naked for every man to see and make him look like a perverted idiot. He didn't blame her, she was Crest and would always be Crest and the most he could hope to control her with was bribes. Artus quietly took his short sword and stepped in line. <br>"Where's your man-muse?"<br>"Yeah!"<br><br>The rest Artus just ignored and the drill instructor seemed to take the fight right out of the hecklers. "Today, you're going to learn what pain is, maggots!" the one-eyed man shouted and produced a small dagger. "This is your worst nightmare on the battlefield and don't let anyone tell you different.<br>He spotted Artus, "Whoa boys!" he shouted, "Look at Sanctimus! He seems to have lost his muse. Where is she?" he was just breaking him down, and he knew Crest wasn't some man-muse."<br><br>They all laughed. <br>"Shut your mouths, guttershites!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Do you think I'm funny? Did I sound like I said something funny?" <br>"Sir, no sir!" they all cried, even Artus.<br>"She'd better show up Sanctimus or you're in deep shit."<br>Artus really wished he'd just let Crest walk in naked, less fuss. Now she was to pissed at him to keep him from getting gutted by Centurion Regulus. The hardest nail ever to march in the legions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 12:50:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Don't threaten Artus." Crest growled, surprisingly forcefully, as she stepped through the ranks of men. Other Muses among them regarded her with disapproving eyes, but she kept her head high and her jaw set, glowering at a soldier beside Artus to make way for her. He did so and she took her place, staring straight ahead- not at Artus, not at the commanding officer, not at the heads of the soldiers in front- just ahead, into space.<br><br>She was, however, no longer in her normal clothes. Although she was simply wearing a set of underwear of the same white silk, there were new additions to her ensemble. As it was, Crest had crafted herself what looked suspiciously like armour; a well-fitted silver breastplate, steel epaulets and shin guards and platelegs...although her silk-covered backside was unprotected, just to spite Artus. The other soldiers muttered amongst themselves, but she ignored them; blanking out everything, including her bonded (as best she could) to simply wait. Crest always had been more of a hands-on Muse than the stupid women behind her that cooed over their bonded and expected him to do it all. Weak Muses. Weak bonded. <br><br>She sighed inwardly and a small touch of disappointment and shame trickled down the bond. Was Artus going to cower and take orders all his life, too?&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 20:07:43</strong>
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				"Very well..." the commanding officer turned his back. He looked at Crest's rather... kinky attire with the chastity a monk would envy. "All present and accounted for." Artus knew he was in no immediate danger. It was a military thing. Shape the recruits up. He silenced his own thoughts, but felt the wave of reproachfulness from Crest. He flooded her back with gratitude. <br>"I'm going to teach you boys how pathetic you are." the commanding officer began, "In a lot of ways you're weaker than those un-bonded saps in the main body."<br>Regulus fingered his dagger, "Sanctimus will demonstrate this for us."<br><br>In a flash of muse craft, calling upon the wind the commander stabbed at Crests chest. Crafted armor wouldn't protect her from this. Artus had seen it and before he could even call on Crest to aid him his hand shot out and the rest happened in slow-motion. Artus saw the dagger pierce his hand between the middle and ring finger. Blood seeped. <br><br>"Damnation, boy." the centurion called. "Good show." he pulled the dagger out. Artus couldn't stop the waves of pain rolling off him and down the bond, but no one was going to hurt his Crest while he lived and breathed, not even a superior officer. <br>"Go see a medic." he was ordered tersely, "Men..." is all Artus heard before walking away. Obviously it was about the dagger and hurting a muse.<br><br>"If you're not still mad at me..." Artus said genuinely sorry back at the bunkhouse, "Would you mind helping me heal this before I bleed out?" he was sorry he'd gotten so upset with his muse. It wasn't her fault. It proved Artus was no sheep though.<br><br>Time seemed to pass quickly for the young man, and his muse. Six months and Artus found himself holed up in a nice, modest, relatively priced in with private rooms. He'd changed little. He had a scar in his hand where he blocked the dagger, and one little one along his hairline where he took a blunted sword. He wore typical legion armor. Studded plait leather with white cloth under armor. Quite a handsome figure.<br>He was busy paying for a room. Crest wouldn't have anymore stalling. He ignored her with childish zeal but knew she would haul him upstairs if he broke for the door.<br>The blizzard ragged on outside as he opened the room door. It was a nice room warm and quaint. A nice roaring fire, but cotton on the bed not silk. He looked at Crest and sighed. Not knowing what to say.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 23:00:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest saw the dagger but didn't know how to react beyond a surprised look- particularly when Artus' hand shot out to take the blow. She gawped and stuttered, seeing blood and feeling pain as badly as if she had taken the blow herself. Rage flared, the ends of her curls burst into flame and she turned to the commanding officer with the air of a rabid jackal about to strike...but Artus was moving away, and with a snarl and a contemptous sneer Crest spat onto the ground, aiming for his feet as she rushed after her bonded. Concern met pain over the bond and she whispered her thanks to him, attempting to make him stop so she could see the wound. It looked sore, but hardly life-threatening. Perhaps he'd suffer a little nerve damage but nothing serious, which Crest was incredibly relieved at.<br><br>"...Don't be sorry." Crest whispered, raising his wounded hand to her lips. Guilt washed over the bond like a tidal wave as she looked at him. "I ought to be sorry, Artus, not you..."<br>She planted her lips to the wound and concentrated on releasing natural herbal remedies, encouraging the skin to stop bleeding. It took a good ten minutes for Crest to repair the wound, but when she did there was little left but a scab to suggest it had been made at all. She was new to this and it did not come easily to her- particularly when she refused to draw on Artus to heal it.<br>"...Thank you." She murmured to him. "...I'm proud to be your Muse, Artus...no matter all the nasty things I say to you...I don't mean them, I promise."<br>Genuinely upset and guilt-ridden, Crest led him towards the medical bay, grateful for the bravery and devotion of the man she'd bonded.<br><br>Over the six months, Crest's love for Artus grew and grew- despite the occasional squabble between them. Only once had they argued and left it more than three hours; Artus had been called to a training session and Crest had been forced to remain in the bunkhouse, sitting with other Muses. It had been awful- but the two of them made it up with gentle kisses and apologies from either side...although Crest refused to be the one to make the first one, considering Artus had started it. However, he'd been true to form and once they had made the journey to the city and spent the first week or so exploring, Crest had brought up the subject of Artus' promise. To her surprise, he agreed to finding a room that day.<br><br>So, she waited with a combination of excitement and nerves as he paid for the room; the cold didn't affect Crest, but she had crafted herself a white cotton coat to fit in with the Agrossian fashions. Now, as she stood beside him, Crest squeezed his hand, quite unable to fathom that he'd even attempt to do something further than 'slap and tickle' with her. Her lips found his neck and she planted small, tender kisses to it.<br>"...If you're not ready, you know- I shan't make you..." She offered.&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 23:16:34</strong>
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				"Liar..." he cooed back. Not his Crest. Sure she wouldn't force him to do it, but she wasn't beyond making his life miserable until she got what she wanted. Artus shelled out a considerable amount of his wages for the room. It came complete with bath, wine, rose petals. The works. He opened the door and wondered briefly what was under Crest's coat. She'd learned that Artus had a small thing for 'feminine' clothing. <br><br>The bed was done up in silver cotton, little pink and purple dots adorned nearly every surface, signifying rose and lavender petals. A cart laden with food sat by the bed. Wine in buckets of cold stones (a bit of fire-working where heat was completely removed instead of added).<br><br>"When did you get so tame?" he held her close locking the door behind them, "Don't tell me your going native?" she said in fake shock. He was nervous though and couldn't hide it. He'd never preformed for a woman, especially not his Lady Crest. A name he'd taken to calling her when they were alone. Arguing between kisses that ever Legionnaire needed his Lady.<br><br>He shrugged off his armor and sword. Standing barefoot and in only plain white cotton. The muscles in his arms stood out. Never a big man, Artus had packed on considerable muscles but still looked more like a cat than a bull... as Crest had but it. She knew he was almost chiseled from stone.<br>He sat on the foot of the bed, "What now?" he asked in a whisper. Hoping Crest knew what to do better than himself.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 23:43:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest grinned; Artus could tell when she was lying, most of the time, and this was no exception. She couldn't wait to strip him and visit all manner of terrible, wonderful torments onto the body she'd come to know so well, and yet knew so little of at the same time. She barely knew what made Artus jerk his hips, or cry out, or spasm under her touch- and that irked the Muse. She ached to know all of these things...and finally, <em>finally</em> she was going to be allowed the opportunity. Over six months of intensive training, Artus had changed from the boy she knew into the man that stood before her...and Crest only loved and desired him all the more for it.<br><br>As he teased her, the Muse grinned.<br>"Don't accuse me of such terrible things. Just because you call me a Lady hardly makes me one." She smirked, moving over to him. She could see he was nervous and the tension over the bond confirmed this...but Crest had so many ideas up her metaphorical sleeve that he wouldn't be thinking straight until the early afternoon tomorrow. The blizzard raged outside and she felt warm, safe and...aroused. She couldn't deny that- Artus cut quite a figure and she wanted him.<br><br>Slowly, Crest advanced on Artus and dropped her tone, her eyes half-lidded, lustful and her lips slightly flushed. One hand reached up to undo the man's shirt.<br>"Oh, Artus..." She whispered. "I am going to do so many wonderful things to you...you'll wonder whatever you were afraid of...and I very much doubt that you will ever, ever want to leave this place ever again..." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 23:57:56</strong>
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				The shirt came off without protest revealing the statuesque form underneath. "How is it you know so little about everything else and so much about this?" she queried. Much of Crest's memory was still gone. They'd discovered soon after she had an affinity for not only fire, water, wood, and metal but air and light as well. Artus was scared of that power. He didn't feel he should have the right to wield it.<br><br>Still he'd become competent in his abilities. He willed a wisp of warm wind to muss her curls. That was Artus, always playful and romantic, but never anything more... well that was going to change. He held her close letting her straddle his lap. Usually he never let her anywhere near that part.<br>He gently kissed her. His tongue parting her lips softly. He tussled with her. He was still worried about being able to preform for a muse, let alone the... magnitude of what the creator gave him.<br><br>He gently cupped her bottom... "What's under the coat, Crest?" he cooed. It was like her to have a nice surprise. She'd seen the seedier parts of towns. Sell-wenches, brothels. They'd perverted her mind and given her arsenal of dirty little tricks an overhaul. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 00:17:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"This, my darling, is pure and utter instinct. Mostly." She grinned, feeling the warm wind push her hair from her face. Her tone was teasing as she tossed the shirt to one side. "You'll learn it naturally, too...or I'll drill it into your head over a series of years, so that you learn it that way."<br><br>The kiss pulled a small groan of delight from Crest and she both accepted his tongue and denied it, fighting to explore his mouth just as thoroughly as he explored hers. Breaking the kiss, the Muse purred- a low noise, in the back of her throat. Slowly, Crest's lips descended on Artus' chest and shoulders. She'd been allowed free reign of this terrain after about two and a half months, so she knew it well by now, trailing her lips down his chest towards one nipple. He'd always been shaky about that...<br><br>She was stopped by his question and looked up with a wicked smile.<br>"...Open it, Artus. See for yourself." She murmured. She'd picked a particularly risque ensemble to wear beneath it; a corset and suspenders of metal and velvet, each crafted herself and based closely upon what she'd seen in the red light districts. It looked almost military, in a bizaare way. Her mouth descended upon his nipple once more, which she dragged her tongue over- sliding warm, moist muscle over soft, unsuspecting skin.&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 00:33:09</strong>
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				Artus groaned himself. He slid his hands up her back and around to the coats front. Visiting these Northern towns had introduced him to heavy clothing. Not like the light gauzy, cottony materials back home. He threw the coat off her and saw the corset. Something he was only recently aware of. The coat he threw away vanished like all muse-crafted clothing. "I thought for sure it would have been that long ribbon you said you saw one girl wearing. <br><br>Artus ignored the red-light districts. For typical reasons. He was talking about one dancer who had a long, wide ribbon wrapped elaborately around her body. Artus would always have this attractive innocence about him. He put his hands back on her perfect little bottom and squeezed. He'd not been a total straight arrow with her. He was as familiar with her chest as she was in turn. The corset he was glad to see had no cover for his muse's breasts.<br><br>He leaned back and let her prowl over his body. His pulled her from his chest and kissed her neck and collarbone. He was familiar with this part of the act at least. His right hand ran up to her breasts and he began to rub them. Having always looked but never touched.<br>"Now what?" he asked like an eager, but simple student. She knew he was certainly not the latter of the two. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 16:13:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Well, I tried to make it and do you know- I couldn't make the bloody thing curve in the rig--Artus!" Crest exclaimed, laughing at the squeeze to her backside. She knew he seemed to like it, and he did this often, but every time it was still unexpected. What was also particularly unexpected was the way his hands slipped over her breasts with a bizaare sense of respectful curiosity. <br>"You know..." Crest grinned, nipping Artus' lower lip. "I won't break or die if you try things like that. Muses only die when you ignore them- so it's a miracle that my lower half hasn't died. Why don't you explore for yourself? It's like a treasure map...only you get a good seeing to at the end of it. What a lovely treasure."<br><br>The Muse grinned and pulled away from her Legionnaire, pushing him back onto the bed. <br>"...But I think someone needs a little bit of punishment for how long he made me wait." Crest smirked, reaching back to unclip her stockings from her suspenders, pulling them off of her legs awkwardly. "Lie back and stretch your arms towards the headboard, darling." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 23:49:43</strong>
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				Artus gave her a curious look, "How do you know treasure stories?" he was positive he'd never told her but quickly wrote it off as a past-life kind of thing. Muses typically seemed to know about a lot of things they couldn't explain. Artus knew Crest was no extension of his own psyche. So he thought she might have existed in various forms for centuries. He smiled and lied back on the bed and stretched his arms out. He could guess she was going to tie him up but he was going to not go quietly. <br><br>He pushed her gently with a naked foot. Right in the middle of her stomach. "Don't think I'll go easy you temptress you!" he said in mock scorn. "I've gotten quite good at keeping you in your place." he had to admit he was acting a little loose for himself but he was sweet on her horribly, and had always been. He had a surprise for her too. <br><br>He reached back under the pillow. Having had the innkeeper (under penalty of death) place these here in advance. He pulled out two gold bracelets. His was masculine and slim, small. Hers was fancifully adorned and snaked up her forearm. They were real and wouldn't disappear. Men and muse didn't marry per se, but not every man was faithful to his muse. It was strange because muses could bear them children (if the muse wanted). <br><br>"I thought this would be appropriate..." he cooed. They weren't exactly wedding bands more like a knight's favor to his lady. Artus's favorite kind of gesture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 11:43:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Crest shrugged at Artus' question. He was right; she didn't know, but had begun to suspect, that she had been the Muse of several individuals. How many, or how long ago, or who- she did not recall, but occasionally she would remember brief flashes of memories, triggered by one thing or another. Crest kept most of those revelations to herself, deciding that she didn't need to trouble Artus with it. <br><br>The push to her stomach made Crest frown, but it broke into a mischevious grin.<br>"Ohhh, don't you try to resist me, Mr. High-and-mighty Legionnaire! You're going to take what's coming to you!" She challenged, "Or I will be forced to be rougher on you and I don't think that even you could handle that."<br>She laughed and crawled back up the bed, stockings between her teeth like a soldier with a knife, and reached out for his hands- only to find that they were under the pillow. With a muffled response of 'That won't save you', Crest reached up and pulled one hand down, but Artus was already moving. The flash of gold disrupted Crest's thoughts and she gawped, dropping the stockings from her lips as she stared. <br>"Artus...?" She began carefully- but before she could help herself she'd slipped the bracelet up and onto her wrist, marvelling at how perfectly the delicate metal curved and clung to her forearm without being too tight. <br>"Oh, Artus...It's just wonderful..." Crest whispered, stroking a finger down the band. "You spoil me...but don't think I want you to stop because this is lovely. Oh, it's magnificent? Where did you get it? You better not have spent all your money on this because--"<br>Crest continued to ramble, half-scolding him for what it would have cost, half-gushing over how gorgeous it was and what a truly wonderful gesture it represented. However, she soon looked back and saw her opportunity.<br><br>"Artus, Artus, Artus...You are a terrible person. You'll make me think you're fond of me and everything." She teased, leaning up for a kiss. Her hands- stockings and all, slowly slid over his chest and along his arms- aiming for his wrists to loop the stockings around them. She hoped he'd be too focused on kissing her to open his eyes or pay much attention to what she was doing.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 16:07:42</strong>
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				"Mmm, I've been practicing my earth-musings, I pulled the gold from the ground and shaped it." he kissed her again. He felt her tie him up but he wanted to play so he let her. "Vile little temptress..." he muttered happily. He wrapped a leg over hers, rubbing it against her calf. He submitted eventually though and Crest have her way. "No, I spent all my money on this room..." but they had it for two days. Artus was making sure he had a safe place to sleep in case that 'you sleep with a muse it knocks you out the first time thing' was true.<br><br>Artus was still afraid he would be... too unmanly for Crest. They'd... well she had never seen him totally naked, he had to keep some surprises. "I suppose now, you'll want to know where I stand on the manliness scale?" he jested. Tied firmly to the headboard with muse-crafted stockings. He anticipated Crest trying various little tricks on him. "Go on you rogue, you villain!" he said in mock indignation, "Do your worst."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 16:14:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"I thought I felt a twinge a while ago when you were out." Crest smirked. "Were you 'training'? I don't think making me lovely trinkets counts, but who am I to complain? More of this training is required, I think."<br>As she secured the stockings to the headboard, Crest made sure Artus' arms were supported-- she hardly wanted him to be in pain during this, so took ever precaution to ensure that he was firmly bound but gently so. Giving the makeshift bindings an experimental tug, Crest nodded- as if satisfied. She would have chided Artus for spending all of his money...but she couldn't do it- couldn't bring herself to be angry at him for following through on a promise he'd made a long time ago and had remembered...not that his Muse had ever let him forget.<br><br>"Pffft." She replied dismissively. "Do you know how many times I've snuck into places to see you swimming or showering or changing? Probably not, thinking about it...Aah, well."<br>Her tone was flippant; Artus had caught her many times more, but she had seen him naked and she was pleased. Not that most things about her bonded didn't please Crest, mind. She began to shift down Artus' body slowly, planting kisses to the skin and ravashing his chest with her hands- but she kept her backside firmly on Artus' crotch and rubbed against it, simply bending to reach until she could bend her body no further. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 17:32:09</strong>
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				Crest was perfect in Artus's eyes, but she knew of his perversions for her bottom and flaunted it every chance she got. Including now. He groaned as he quickly grew hard from lack of the act. He was... sensitive. However, Muse-craft had applications in the bedroom that made the act almost inhuman. Artus wasn't so naive he didn't know of these techniques. <br><br>He used wind to push her down against him. While there he stole a long kiss from her lips. "Don't think I won't put up a fight..." he cooed. He had thought about Crest's body often. Unintentionally but often. He'd seen every inch of her, but now he longed to explore it. "You know I could probably use my crafting to give myself unparalleled... stamina?" he offered. <br><br>He was obviously impatient now that they were there. "Fatigue would not be a problem." he let those implications sink in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 19:36:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"I can <em>plaaaaay</em> youuu..." Crest murmured in a sing-song tone. "Just like a <em>fluuuuute</em>, or a game of <em>caaaaaards</em>, or something, something, <em>somethiiiing</em>..."<br>Her hands were now sliding south, to dance tauntingly over Artus' belt- lingering there. As he used the wind to push her down, Crest didn't resist and simply fell forwards, using her new position to plant kisses to her bonded's chest and sternum.<br><br>"You won't need to." She replied with a wry smile. "I want to see you without Musecraft, first."<br>Nimble fingers plucked at Artus' belt with surprising skill, and soon she was unbuttoning his trousers and hardly hiding her grin of pleasure at the firm lump between his thighs.<br>"I was starting to think you'd never lay claim to me, darling." She teased. "Or that women weren't to your liking." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:08:06</strong>
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				"Hush you evil muse!" he said blowing her over again, playfully. "You know why I did what I did, and if you want to finish it you'll cease this taunting about my preference." he bucked playfully and his member, erect, willing escaped from his trousers. "Maybe I'll just have to prove how much I like you..." he said tempting her with his, considerable sex.<br><br>Artus didn't even know why he was willing to go this far. Maybe he felt right in essentially marrying his muse. It felt right to him. He couldn't understand how men with muses. A woman crafted for them, would seek out other women to bed.<br><br>He supposed he was noble that way. Though he was about to consummate with his muse. "Am I any different from those other men?" he asked suddenly somber. He was sure he loved Crest, he hoped he did. "I do love you..." he muttered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 16:37:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">If Crest heard Artus' retorts, she didn't respond to them. At least, not verbally. Once his erection was presented to her- not that she hadn't seen it plenty of times before (which, naturally, Artus had been less than pleased about) but it was still flattering and arousing. With a coo of delight, Crest wiggled her backside slightly and chewed her bottom lip.<br>"Hee...~ Now, what am I to do first?" She murmured. "Oh, I'm spoilt for choice!"<br><br>Granted, she had an advantage over other Muses; they and their bonded would have settled on what they liked, and sex would have become far less exciting- whereas she and Artus were only just beginning.<br>"Am I really the first?" She wondered aloud. She didn't doubt it; Artus was generally painfully shy about this sort of thing, and it had taken six months to break him down, but with a body like his and a heart as pure and wholesome, she failed to comprehend why no other woman had tried to lay claim to him already. She was certainly never going to let anyone else have him, that was a given.<br>Slowly, Crest trailed a fingertip down the underside of the shaft, feeling the heat and the gentle pulse as she did so. When he spoke, she paused.<br><br>"What other men?" The Muse asked, raising an eyebrow. "The soldiers? Of course you are. Stupid."<br>With a dismissive grin, Crest planted a kiss to the head of Artus' cock, trailing the tip of her tongue over the join of shaft to head with expert precision. <br>"I love you too, you utter pain in the backside."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 02:07:03</strong>
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				Artus gasped. He was suddenly feeling very shameful. Sure he'd promised but this was... this was sex. He was going to be his muse... he couldn't help but think that he was no different from any man who use his muse like meat. He'd grown up a lot but not really enough... he pretended to act jaded and tough but he wasn't in the conventional sense.<br><br>She knew it too, damn her... there were no secrets. They read each other like scrolls. She didn't care. She was simple natural, but he knew he was a twisting, writhing mass of complications. He was too caught up in being Artus to really feel good about it.<br><br>Though she was trying very, very hard to make sure he felt good about it. He didn't mind the bondage but he really wanted to hold Crest in their first time. He was just romantic that way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legionnaire (Inkidu &amp; Rescate)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 01:18:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Every convoluted, paranoid delusion that Artus entertained trickled down the bond in the form of anxiety. However, Crest ignored this- just as she ignored most of Artus' displeasures regarding her actions towards him in bed. The time had come and for six months, she had been largely obedient of his wishes. This was her reward for her dutiful adherence to her bonded's rules and she would not pass it up unless it became absolutely necessary. Despite this, she smoothed her free hand across Artus' thigh to reassure him of her adoration as her tongue slid up along the shaft once more with delicacy. <br><br>"What are you afraid of?" she asked, albeit not unkindly. "I shan't bite. Too hard, anyway."<br>Feeling a twinge down the bond as Artus tugged against the restraints, Crest shook her head. <br>"Oh, no. No, no, no. This is my time, now. And when I think you're ready, I'll let you out of those bindings...but for now, lover-mine, you'll lie back and enjoy this."<br>Her left hand moved to grip the base of Artus' cock firmly, whilst her tongue lathed and probed at the slit, darting across it before she took the head between her lips. It was not a taste she recognised, but it was not an overly unpleasant one. Her eyes were firmly on her lover as she gave a few experimental sucks, and strokes. She wanted to see Artus as he squirmed.</span>
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