~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}
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				Title: <strong>~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kyros</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 17:22:26</strong>
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				Alone.... Silent.... Standing in his private bedchambers (http://i54.tinypic.com/14w7qyd.jpg) of the keep, &nbsp;Regan Donovan (http://i56.tinypic.com/2wexxd2.jpg) looked at himself in the mirror for only a brief moment.&nbsp; His bare muscular chest rose then fell as a deep sigh was released while pondering just how he had gotten to the place he was. <br><br>At 25 year's old, he was one of the Baron's most trusted guards. Leading his own team, Regan trained some of the young men who came into the group. Amazingly, it was quite the little jaunt from where he started. There were only two people who knew exactly his heritage... those were his adoptive parents who took him in at the wee age of 2 months old and raising him as their own. They didn't even tell him about what really happened or where he came from save the fact that his parents died and that he had to&nbsp; hide the black sun shaped&nbsp; mark (http://i55.tinypic.com/141nkn5.jpg) that was imprinted upon his chest over his heart.&nbsp; Reaching up to trail his calloused fingers over the discoloration, he had always thought it was just one of those weird birthmarks and never knew why it was there. <br><br>Regan had questioned them about it as a young boy, yet his adoptive parents were very adamant about him hiding it from everyone. “Don't let anyone see it. If they do, you'll surely be killed or worse... sold into slavery.” That answer was given repeatedly to his questions. No other save that. It was ingrained into his memory, beat in his mind like waves crashing to shore. A never ending current that played just under the surface He didn't even train without a shirt on. He kept to himself, didn't let anyone close, remained distant and not letting anyone near for fear they would find out this secret that he had no clue as to what it meant exactly. <br><br>Turning from the spot, he sat on the edge of the bed to pull his knee length&nbsp; leather riding&nbsp; boots on over his dark black leather riding pants. Orders were handed down early this morning. Just a routine ride into the forest that surrounded the keep with two of his younger trainee's to gather up three of the local “magic users” from a local clan that seemed to be dwelling there. It shouldn't have been to hard.. The older one was 18 to 19 years old and her two younger siblings. Regan had briefed the two trainee's on what to expect. The women, well girls, belonged to one of the “Moon clans”. Groups of Druids that tapped into certain abilities that were considered harmful, dangerous and were outlawed throughout the lands.&nbsp; Out of the three clans, only the Star's had the ability to walk freely among the normals. They were the “Oracles”. <br><br>The knock came against the heavy wooden door of his room that drew his attention from his thoughts. Running a hand through his semi-longish black hair and grabbing the white cotton shirt at his thigh, Regan shrugged it on before pulling on the tunic to fasten it. Standing, he grabbed the hand held crossbow and quiver of arrows that belonged with it to&nbsp; sling over his shoulder. A few daggers slipped into the top of his boots and that should have been all he needed for the expedition. Throwing open the door, greeted by the trainee's, he nodded an affirmation that they were ready, <br><br>His steed, a pure black thoroughbred stallion (http://api.ning.com/files/Bz9-Qq9qururW6*F6wcIa4fWc2Gc5K-equyfOhs57wwzGUVigjXolcQMc3UjPyDrY2OrAuI0aZCL7XCHpquxc*d8g4dfyYtR/p_black_horse_running_in_green_meadow.jpg) by the name of&nbsp; Helios, was already saddled up in the courtyard awaiting Regan. A few orders were given as he double and triple checked the bindings and buckles of the saddle. Regan kept an eye on the two younger men, each only 18 years of age and still wet behind the ears from lack of experience. This was only their second mission into the forest under his command. Hopefully they would remember what he said. <br><br>Placing his foot in the stirrup, he swung himself onto Helios back with a grace that came from being one with the animal. It was almost as if they were of the same mold and as the stallion took off across the bridge, Man and beast moved as one with the other two not far behind. The five hour&nbsp; ride to the destination was uneventful with very little conversation save questions being asked about the group. The only info given at the moment was descriptions and to be weary of what they were getting into. These women were thought to be able to slip into their dreams among other things. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 20:28:24</strong>
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				The sun was setting in the sky, painting it a myriad of rich hues, colors of glory and passion, she lingered to watch it though her expression contained somewhat of mourning as well, the Sun Clans had been all but lost to them here. Their warriors, their Foresight and oath givers, the ones who healed and lead the Clans. The Sun and Moon balanced each other in their aspects, both in the Clans and in nature. She thought again of the Council's bickering the night before, her own Clan evenly divided over what they should do; it was not an easy choice though, to either leave their lands that had been their homes for centuries and fear for their lives or to flee to where the Sun's still lived and they could be at peace. It was the commoner's faults, people devoid of the mark of the Mother's hand feared those gifted, at the end they were all still humans though. <br><br>A twig snapped then and her head jerked from her gazing at the sunset as it gilded the far off mountains, her eyes found the cause of the noise was Aneal, her eleven year old sister. The other girl winced, expecting a scolding but Diedra just shook her head, bending to pick up her basket of herbs from where she had set it on the ground. Aneal had her own basket over her arm. <br><br>"Quiet feet little deer, remember what we risk coming here." Her voice was gentle, cautioning. The younger girl sighed, wrinkling her slender nose. <br><br>"Diedra, we have just as much right to these lands as the unBlessed, why must we fear them so?" Diedra had come to her sister's side, a hand lifting to tuck an errant strand of ginger hued hair behind the girl's ear, fondness in her eyes. <br><br>"Because love there are more of them then us and they fear us for our very natures. Men fear what they do not understand, even the Clans have made mistakes in fear in the past if you read the histories." A soft shadow moved toward them, the last of the dying sun revealing another young woman, this one fourteen in age and cousin to them rather then sibling. Tianea mac Eieran smiled softly as she glanced at the two and then at the sunset, where the sister's had red hair, different shades but still, her's was a deep dark red brown and her eyes like emeralds, her features were perhaps too ethereal to really be pretty but once she grew into them she would likely be the beauty of the Clan. <br><br>"It is good, that sunset comes, it will make it easier for us." Aneal smiled then, her eyes flashing with fierce joy, Diedra reflected her sister's spirits could nearly fit that of a Sun Blessed. <br><br>"Yes, the shadows of the night welcome the Blessed." Diedra shook her head and caught her sister's hand to draw her back into the trees and the shadows that lingered there already, twilight nearly upon them. Tianea followed and Diedra breathed easier for having some sort of cover over the three of them. <br><br>"We should try and find the benzion before it gets too late, there will be another Council meeting tonight." That silenced her sister well enough for Aneal was ever eager to see the Council and debate what they should do. Granted her sister, if she had been old enough to speak as a full member of the Clan likely would have sided with those that wanted to raze the unBlessed settlements in retribution. But the Moon was not the warrior, no that fell to the Sun and they had no Champion now. <br><br>And so together they faded deeper into the forest, weaving through the trees as they sought the last herb on the list for gathering that eventide. It was quiet, but then there was a soothing quality to it. Diedra cast out some of herself to lay into Aneal's spirit as well as Tianea's, warning should anything happen. The nineteen year old located a patch of the herb and stooped to gather it, humming softly under her breath as she did so and trying not to worry too much about her little sister, it was hard to contain her since their parents had been killed and Diedra did not fill like near enough a good replacement for both mother and father, not even one of them in truth. But she was all Aneal had and Tianea's father helped when he could, she in turn helping take care of her cousin. It still felt burned into her memory, the day both of their mother's had been captured, out in the market place of the unBlessed to sell healing herbs, that had been the start of the 'Purge' as the unBlessed called it. <br><br>Tears stung her eyes to think about it, two of the most giving, loving, peaceful women she had ever known only trying to help the unBlessed, caught and tortured and then burned at the stake. She shuddered, standing and thinking she should find her 'siblings' and head back to the safety of the Clan's hidden home. Something paused her though, the forest was still and eerily quiet almost in the dusk, hushed as if waiting on something. She stilled herself, her eyes softening and darkening both at once as she realized something had pulled her half into the spirit realm of the waking. She was not waiting then, no, she saw what had come to her and the luminous light of her silver blue eyes was gentle and sorrowful as she gazed at the figure before her, a figure most would never see. Nearly transparent, just the eddies of the spirit forming the lines that gave form, it was a young man, a slight gold touch to his aura such as it was. A Sun. <br><br>"Am I dreaming Moon Marked Lady?" The words were so hopeful and she found her tears close to the surface again. She shook her head, mournfully as the light of her own magic flickered beneath her skin making her flesh seem as if it were starlight in a form. <br><br>"No Warrior, I fear you dream the final dream." She lifted her hand then, extending it outward and open in an offer of air. "I will guide you home if you wish." <br><br>It was all she could do for him, and this task was the heaviest that laid upon those Moon Marked, she was one of the ones who naturally saw spirits as easily as she saw people and never had it become easier to tell a shade that they had no longer life. This young warrior though smiled, his eyes sad but at peace then. <br><br>"We were coming to get your people, the other Clans worry for you Shadow Lady." her expression turned conflicted and shocked, coming to get them? Oh the other Clans should not risk so much but the Sun's did what they thought best for the Blessed. <br><br>"I am sorry we have caused worry Warrior, and I will look for your companions, alert my Clan of their presence." The Sun nodded and reached to take her hand, light flaring between them like a fallen star as magic rushed through their souls, the nature of them twining together and she sang softly then, a wordless melody of pure beauty falling from her lips. He faded, letting to of all that he was to her power and she cast him up into the sky and down into the earth, into the arms of the Blessed Mother. <br><br>For a long moment she lingered there, the heavy mass of her long deep red hair hanging down past her waist, her elegant features filled with the profound sorrow at the pass her people had come to. She had forgotten quiet where she was until she heard horses, their hooves on the earth and the sound of men. Fear filled her heart then and she turned, racing back to where she could feel Aneal and Tianea, the forest seemed to flee beneath her feet and she came upon a small pond where the two girls were harvesting more herbs, both glancing up to look at her with surprise on their features. <br><br>"Men!" One word fled her lips and they understood, picking up their baskets and glancing around to try and think of how best to flee. The small body of water, good for herbs, offered no protection and on three sides it had rock, there were not any of the greater trees that would hold them all in its branches. The shadows though gave them a slight chance, twilight almost passed to true night. A deep breath in and the splendor of what they were filled them, the shadows around their bodies deepening, Diedra prayed it would be enough to pass unnoticed and that both the girls would hold still and not do anything rash. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kyros</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 03:01:36</strong>
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				Hours passed as the three men continued their journey. The twilight hours were upon them as hoof falls pounded along the path in a rhythmical beat reminiscent of an ancient drum. This time of the day was one of only two that Regan felt completely at peace. The other was during the early morning hours when the sun and moon played along the horizon together. A calmness overtook the man during these moments. Settling his mind and sent him into a more meditative state. Using these times to their fullest, he tended to contemplate the day ahead or meditate on things past. Use them to prepare himself more fully. <br><br>His blue eyes scanned the horizon to the west. The sun was nestling down in preparation for it's sleep while the moon was rising in the east to begin it's journey across the night sky. Letting his mind drift, Regan kept a partial ear on the two men he was riding with and their conversation. They seemed to drone on about some sort of dribble until he released a deep breath. “Enough,” his deep voice echoed out in a tone that might have been a bit to harsh before his piercing blue optics landed upon them. <br><br>“Do you two have to continue gossiping like a group of maids with nothing better to bide your time with? Use these moments to prepare yourselves instead of....” The other two's gazes landed upon him cutting Regan's statements short. At least he achieved what had been intended. They stopped their mindless talk and wasting of energy on things that wouldn't matter at the end of the day.&nbsp; “Just concentrate on what we have going on alright? I don't want these three harmed. Do that and I'll give you the next two days off after we return.” <br><br>Warriors, guards, and the peace keepers. Even in times of war, the three were bound up in an oath to protect and serve. But one of them – Regan – seemed to take his place in that cycle of life more seriously than the rest. It would have seemed that it was imprinted upon him at the most basic core of his being...Burned into his very cells.&nbsp; There were speculations as to why he was as such but never any true confirmations to the rumors. Even he didn't know why but always chalked it up to the way he was raised. <br><br>Yet it was this imprinting that guided&nbsp; him toward the goals. Not unlike two attracting forces, he was always drawn to the <em>Moon Clan Members</em> whom he was sent out to bring in. Regan just needed the silence to tap into these callings. It was another part of his abilities that seemed to be more accentuated during the dawn and dusk of the day. <br><br>Deeper into the forest the three rode on. The lead rider already had the mental image of the three fired upon his thoughts. As they drew closer toward the body of water, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck began to prickle. Reining in the powerful steed to a slow trot, Regan canted his head to the left as if listening to the breeze that rustled in the trees. Silently tilting to the right, his blue optics drifted toward the body of water when&nbsp; what felt like a&nbsp; flash of heated fire exploded inside him. . Along the shores of the lake were the women.<br><br>Tugging the reins to guide Helios in that direction, he motioned his team to follow suit but to remain silent. Granted the one's they were after would have already heard their arrival but silence was the most viable approach.&nbsp; The only way in was the only way out of this little situation and that was now blocked by the riders and their horses as Regan's gaze fell upon the older of the three with a slow raising of his brow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 06:15:01</strong>
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				Something was wrong, was different. One of the men leading the others could see them it seemed, or nearly. Diedra's breath caught hopefully in her chest as she thought of the Sun Blessed words about others of his kind seeking out her people. Were these Warriors seeking them to help them and not capture them? But no, as her eyes lingered on the figures astride she knew in her heart it was not so. And the other rumors, the ones that had laid for years now, of a guard of the unBlessed being able to pierce the shadows came to her thoughts and she prayed then, fevered and pleading to the Great Mother. The night was calm around them though and so she bit her lip, trying to think of something when Aneal launched herself past her, not toward the men gratefully but into the water. <br><br>The sound of the splash ripped their secrecy from them and Diedra cursed in the older tongue of her people under her breath as she laid her basket down on the earth and followed after her sister, Tianea not a breath behind. Swimming was unnatural to most's mind but the Clans knew well how to work with the environment and unless one or more of the men could swim it might afford them some sort of protection. For a little while. She swam steadily after her younger sister, trimming through the water as her gown soaked and laid against her tighter for it. <br><br>She dared a glance back only once at the shore, heard cursing of one of the men and moved faster through the water. On the far side of the pond there was a small shore, sheer rock going at least five men high above it but that gave them protection even as it trapped them. The pond wasn't that big either, though it was deep thankfully. Perhaps if they could stay here long enough others would come looking for them. Likely not though. The Council would last till dawn at least. Diedra cursed that herself even as she reached the far shore and gained her feet, wrapping her arms around herself with her sage green gown plastered to her skin and shivering a touch in the air after the swim. <br><br>Aneal had seemed to vanish and that made the older girl frown before Tianea gestured to a slight shadowed nook that would let them rest out of sight of the unBlessed, just because of the heavy shadows, not that it was a true cave. She wished it had been, one with tunnels to lead them far from here but it was better then nothing. <br><br>She settled herself down next to her sister, Tianea on her other side and hugged them both close to her body. It was a tense silence then, staring glumly at the men across the scant space of the water way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kyros</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 09:00:15</strong>
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				Sitting upon the stallion, Regan watched the older of the three almost to intently.&nbsp; His piercing blue optics latched upon her silvery blue ones as if there were a sudden connection between the two. There was something that played behind the curtains of color that were her orbs. Some secret that she held that no one but her knew.&nbsp; Much like the secret he held from everyone else that even he didn't fully understand. <br><br>'Twas the sudden splashing of water that drew his attention to the lake once more. The rippling of the water echoed in his ears with a groan. Regan knew that most unblessed didn't know how to swim. There were only a scan few outside the clans who could take to water in such as way. He was one of them. Yet he silently groaned still knowing that he didn't want to give anything away that he was different. <br><br>Regan dismounted his steed and took off the tunic he wore in what appeared to be one fluid motion. Leather boots were kicked off quickly as he took toward the lake leaving him clad in only the white cotton shirt and soft leather riding pants. Slipping into the water, he cut through the lake in pursuit of the women. <br><br>Great... Just wonderful.. He was going to be soaked and people were going to be around. Even clothed, if the sun mark upon his chest didn't show through the damp shirt&nbsp; like some beckon blaring to the world, Regan would have been surprised. As if his mood couldn't have gotten any worse, this only heightened it more.<br><br>He followed his sixth sense as it drew him toward the other three leaving the trainees on the other shore in complete awe that he was taking this chance. Letting himself go completely below water, the surface stilled. Moments passed. Silence as the time ticked on until he reached the opposite side.<br><br>&nbsp;Regan's bare feet fell upon the moist earth of the banks as he approached them. Ignoring the two younger ones, he stopped inches from the elder as his eyes locked with hers once more. Knowing that once she was detained, the younger two could probably be coerced into coming along. His large hand shot out to wrap around her wrist in an attempt to pull her up toward him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 20:42:39</strong>
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				Whatever she had been expecting it was not what happened. UnBlessed did not swim, they feared nature in many ways, trying to force their own will over it and make it submit to them. Nature did not ever truly come to heel though, rather like the&nbsp; Clans. The sound of his swimming had been hidden, partly because the common man had gone underwater, that was even more odd. He was suppose to fear the water, not embrace it. <br><br>When he got up on the shore she pulled the other two behind her, the silver blue of her eyes flashing in the twilight with all the feral protectiveness of a mother bear over her cubs. She wished then that there was a way to get the girls away, to help them escape. A yelp of surprise fell from her lips when the large man yanked her toward him by a grip on her wrist. Her feet stumbled as she all but fell into him, struggling to reach for the shadows with no success. "Let me go!" She hissed at him, he was separated from the other men by the water, men that should no desire or want to dare swimming the way the commander had. Her feet kicked out at him, trying to get free. <br><br>That was when her eyes fell on his chest, a mark showing through teasingly through his soaked shirt. Disbelieving she raised her free hand to push his shirt out of the way, to try and see it more clearly. There, over his heart, lay the mark of the Blessed Sun. Her hand trembled then, recoiling from him even as her body tried to squirm out of his hold on her other hand, his grip was like iron it seemed though and so she did the first thing that came to mind. She brought her free hand up and slapped him hard across the cheek, hissing at him in the elder tongue. "Traitor! You are marked by the same Blessing as we and you would take us to die?" <br><br>The rumors...it all made sense now. Of course one Sun Blessed would be able to find the Moon Blessed, their very natures drew them together and no shadows could hide ones elemental opposite. She heard Aneal struggling in the background with Tianea, wanting to leap on the man and wrest her sister free but she tossed words over her shoulder in the elder tongue, glaring up at the man still. "Nay sister, calm. And speak only elder tongue, they can't understand it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kyros</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 03:18:56</strong>
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				Long breaths taken in as Regan's chest heaved, filling his lungs with the cool evening air to still his mind when their bodies connected. His penetrating gaze never left hers even with the flaring of protective need dashed behind her curtains of color. If anything, the warrior was drawn to the look that hid there. <br><br>Realizing what drifted through his mind, Regan's mood dropped further. His&nbsp; frustration in the situation grew to a new level. There wasn't supposed to be drawn to her like this. Why, for the first time in his life, he was drawn to a female in such a way and it was a blessed was beyond him. It only irritated him more. His face became more set as his eyes flared quickly with the brightness of the sun. <br><br>A feral smirk crossed his lips with her attempt to get away. Her screams only served to tighten his grasp around her wrist pulling her closer to his body. Even though the harsh kicks were well placed on his calves and ankles, they served as no help in her release. If anything, her little fight buzzed his mind, drew him to her further. Yet the more he became attracted to the crimson haired woman, the worse his mood became. The inner struggle between what his conscious mind believed and the basic core imprinting that was set in his soul before he was born fought with one another in an attempt to win out. <br><br>It was in that instant of her hand shoving his shirt to the side in which the consciousness of his raising won over once more. A deep growling erupted from his chest, low and preditorial, as her silver blue eyes landed on the sun mark upon his well muscled chest. His own hand shot out to pull her touch away from him. No one touched him in such a way nor did they ever see the mark. Until now. <br><br>Her quickened movement connected her palm against his face with a force that left a reddened hand print upon his tanned flesh. Regan's blood raged, the fire of&nbsp; his frustration flared even brighter while his eyes darkened in contrast. Much like the solar eclipse of the noon day sun. His free hand shot out once more and connected with her free wrist. Long fingers wrapped around in a steel grasp while he held her arms down against her sides. Piercing blue eyes locked with silver blue before his voice rang out with a dark frustration, low and deep. “I am NOT marked by your blessing. Keep up the statement as such and you will surely die. Not by anyone's hand but my own.”&nbsp; How he knew what they were saying, he didn't know. Thankfully, his team was far enough away that they were out of earshot. <br><br>Releasing his grip on her wrist only long enough to spin her around to face the other girls before his palm encircled it once more, Regan yanked her back against him. Lowering his face to press his lips against her ear, his voice spoke to her with a low growling yet his gaze lifted to land upon the other two. “Now, tell them to find their way to my men. They are coming with us.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 06:54:14</strong>
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				The smirk that took his lips sent something foreign through her, it was fear and it was not. She still didn't not let that pause her in her attempts to free herself from his arms. The way he reacted to her seeing his mark though shocked her, why would a Blessed hide something like that as if it were shameful and then grow angry for another Blessed knowing him for what he was? <em>Because he is a bedamned traitor to his own blood</em>. She shuddered at the thoughts of what the unBlessed would do to her and her younger family members, fear making her feral in her own way, a wild thing in his arms. When he caught her other hand she hissed at him, low in her throat, her silvery eyes flashing with warning but his hands were true and strong and held her for he was male and she female, both Blessed. <br><br>Her mind shrieked in protest at his words, her heart singing that it was false, his words, as he glared at her so intently that she did not dare look away from his blue eyes, the tone of his voice sending a shudder through her. "You are Blessed, it lays there over your heart. How dare you deny..!" her words were cut off as he whirled her around in his hold and caught her back to him. Ah but if he was a traitor then he would be doing it to save his own neck, of course he would threaten to kill her if she revealed it to others. It almost had her think of telling his companions his secret but no, she would never betray another Blessed into the hands of those would kill them. That was why she was better then him. <br><br>Not even for her own life. <br><br>Her arms caught by his she still fought, twisting to the point that her arms ached and shoulders protested her mistreatment of her poor body. But what point was there to taking care of it when he could well be taking her to her death? His voice low and deep into her ear made some part of her react to him, the part that was female and unmated, the part that recognized their souls as two parts of one; it happened like this sometimes, the opposite element in another singing out to the heart of a Blessed and it was hard to ignore then. But oh she intended to try. <br><br>Through gritted teeth she swore at him in elder tongue, the language of the dawn before men, his humans, had walked the earth. "I will do no such thing, why should I give them into danger? You can only take one of us and better I then two innocent girls. Oh brave warrior you are, to take a maiden and children! You understand a tongue that is born into one's heart, so then what are you but Blessed?" <br><br>Aneal's eyes gleamed dangerously then, struggling in Tianea's arms to get free but the other girl held her as best she could, mindful of Diedra's words. And Tianea would know that Diedra hoped that the two of them would remain free and be able to warn the others about this. She was right, they were apart from his men and though he may have had her caught against him at most he could pull her across the pond, lucky if she didn't escape or harm him with the water on her side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kyros</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 08:34:21</strong>
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				Her struggling against him, the way her feral fighting instincts kicked in as he held her tightly only heightened the inner battle once more. Wild, untamed and full of the fire that burned inside him. By any higher power that he may or may not believe in, Regan hated what was going on inside of himself at this moment. <br><br>Twenty five years... That's how long Regan had been given to build up the inner walls around himself. He was well versed in separating himself form all others. Keeping any emotional contact between himself and others further away than anyone else might have thought humanly possible.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps that was why he'd come so far in the guards. The warrior had thrown every ounce of emotions, energy and attention in training. He drove&nbsp; himself further, pushed himself&nbsp; harder than those which were older than he. Prove that&nbsp; even someone like he, who's parents died when he was just a small babe of mere months,&nbsp; was not just another weak person who needed to have pity placed upon. Or worse, killed for something he had no control over. <br><br>Moving her arms between their bodies, he wrapped both wrists in the large palm of his left hand. Pulling her back again with a force, he&nbsp; reached up to wrap his hand around the front of her throat. A threatening grasp where his fingers met the veins was given. Regan turned her head a bit, his lips placed more fully upon her ear. “You've had your warning and I will not repeat myself again. Those who raised me were not Blessed nor am I one of your supposed Blessed. Just a simple man trying to keep his distance from the rest of the&nbsp; world.” <br><br>The more she spoke, the further it infuriated Regan. She&nbsp; pushed the two aspects of himself to war deep inside him and battle against one another.&nbsp; Two halves fighting for dominance inside a man that suddenly had&nbsp; the repressed side of himself awakened. It was that other side that infuriated him even more than the woman fighting him at the moment. <br><br>Why did she have to be so bloody stubborn? The woman was to strong-willed with a mind of her own. A fiery personality much like an untamed alpha mare that was the head of her herd. All this combined sent a violent shudder through his body. What he wanted to do was spin her around and twine his fingers in the long crimson locks that flowed down her back before pressing his wanting lips against hers with a heated firmness. His broad chest rose with quickened breaths against her back. Yet he shoved those thoughts back before his hands give a more firm squeeze on their prospective holding points. <br><br>He refused to answer her question, or perhaps it was an accusation, about him being Blessed. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he almost began to realize what she said was true, yet in response he answered almost huskily. “You'll either tell them to surrender to my men and be taken or they can watch you die and still be taken back to the keep. It's your choice <em>Fair Maiden</em>.” His tone seemed to have undertones of a dark need that begged to be released yet was held at bay. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 18:00:13</strong>
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				Diedra fought him still, even yet as his hands brought her wrists together and she felt his strength and size advantage all the more when he easily held both her wrists in one hand. She was not some slip of a woman, not like her younger sister, no Diedra was a woman fully with wide hips and a curvy body, lushly feminine but still he made her feel as if she were nothing in comparison. She wasn't sure if it aroused or maddened her more. However she did still when his hand wrapped around her throat, a clear threat to cut off her air. Her heart raced and she cursed her body for finding his control over her desirable and welcome even when she knew he sought her death, not her passions. Her throat worked against his hold, a tremble wracking her body as his deep voice growled once more into her ear. <br><br>He was Blessed though, oh he was, she could feel it to her bones now that he was touching her so fully, the parts of his body and being that he rejected calling to her own, wanting to steal a song from her lips at the gladness of the discovery. But her heart despaired at the same time for what he believed himself to be, for what he would do to her. <br><br>Even with his hand tight around her throat, with death hovering she refused to give though. Her death was coming and she would never tell her siblings to surrender to the monster that was suppose to be a Blessed. "Never. You make it a sin in your mind, what you are, what I am but I know who and what I am. I am a child of the Great Mother, of the Darkness and Light, I am strong for it and even if you rob me of this body my spirit will still live on, I will be welcomed home again for I know the songs that one sings to go to the greater place beyond." <br><br>She struggled again then, sinking her nails into his hand as much as she could, jerking her head back to bash at his shoulder with her head, making spots dance in front of her eyes but he had to at least feel some small pain even as her head throbbed. "I will not give those I love into the hands of ones who would kill them." Her body ran hot for the tone in his voice, for the huskiness of it, the need that called to her that he refused but she ignored it, loathing him all the more for how her body wanted to soften into him. <br><br>"Flee little sisters if you can, do not listen to him." Tianea's eyes held a quiet grief in them but Aneal was the one that gave voice to it, an unearthly sound coming from one that was a true daughter of the Moon Blessed, a howl of rage and pain to rent the night with it, for night had indeed fallen, shadowed and mystery cloaking them largely. The look in the gray eyes of her sister broke Diedra's heart but there was nothing she could do. <br><br>"No! I will not leave you Dia!" Aneal got free from her cousins grasp then, leaping toward the stranger even as Diedra gave a cry of protest, trying to jerk free, to keep her sister away. <br><br>"No Aneal, please, I could not bear it, not after mother and father..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kyros</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 20:59:59</strong>
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				His mind shook with the battle that raged within it. Having her pressed so closely to him, the length of her full womanly form spanning it's entire length against his hard muscular form send a violent shudder through his body. The same body that was beginning to betray him as it reacted to her calling. Regan growled against her ear as the woman continued to fight him. Although her full figure&nbsp; attracted him to her, it was more than that which aroused him. She seemed to call to him on a deeper level than just the physical as the bulge that was pressed against her full rear began to grow more completely.&nbsp; <br><br>It had been easy to keep others away from him. The way Regan kept his focus on his job, the training and solitary life forced a standard that most men respected. They looked to him for training and guidance.. The woman? No other female had called to him on such a level. It was easy to ignore such matters when it felt as though there was never the 'Right woman' who came along.<br><br>Unsure of what frustrated him more, the thought of&nbsp; his secret being exposed, her trying to argue with him that he was something he wasn't or the fact that his body was betraying him, Regan growled with an almost animalistic tone. His face buried against her neck as he inhaled deeply of her scent. Imprinting her upon his memory before a second growl was placed against her hear once more. Pulling her back against him completely once more, his voice came out low and commanding. “Stop with the words. “ <br><br>His piercing blue optics shot up toward the two younger maidens as they gave their positions away.&nbsp; Regan's hand tightened it's grasp on her throat, his voice barking out an order to the two just loud enough for them to hear. “Leave now or she will surely die. I'll consider sparing her life if you flee and she comes with me willingly.” It came down to a choice. One that he had to make quickly. Better to bring one back than leave all three dead on the shores of the lake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 05:54:00</strong>
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				She could feel him there against her back, so strong and masculine, she could feel his arousal nestled against the curve of her rear and she wasn't sure if she wanted to weep or rage more. This blasted traitor of a Sun could not be meant to be her mate but the signs of attraction were flaring through her body in a way she could not ignore. He was all that was male, of that she was sure even as he growled into her ear and her temper flared, wanting to rage at him for the betrayal of all that he was suppose to be. He was a Sun, a Warrior, an Oathbound, and yet here he was threatening to kill his own mate who he should had protected over all else. <br><br>Diedra would only pray that he never understood the strange chemistry that lay between them now, a thick and heady thing like a wine on the full moon. It felt like a sickness that spread through her nearly, but she knew she was his even as he pulled her tighter into his hold and his hand tightened around her neck. He could very well kill her, all too easily. <br><br>It was on the tip of her tongue to berate him, to protest but he had told her not to speak and so struggling she held her tongue, for the moment at least. Go with him willingly? Oh as if that would ever...but if he let the other two go, if he took just her, then yes, yes should would go willingly, docile into any sort of captivity that kept those she cared for free. And so she gazed at Aneal, who's eyes were defiant, and Tianea who's eye were soft with sorrow even as she understood the bargain, and with her eyes Diedra told them to do, to flee and live. Tianea tugged on Aneal, pulling her back into the shadows before their power rolled over them and they were lost to the night, still there, she could see them but it was doubtful anyone else, even one marked by the Sun. <br><br>"I would curse if you if I had the heart...but I will go willing for that which you have spared, even if gallows or burning await me..at least my sisters are safe." Her voice came hushed in the night, husky with her pain and fear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kyros</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 19:35:13</strong>
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				The inner battle still raged at the fight between what he was taught growing up and what the woman kept assaulting him with. What little he did know about those that were Blessed started surfacing up from the recesses of his mind. <br><br>Each had their predestined mate and counterpart. Like the Yin Yang coin, the two were as different as they were similar and were imprinted upon each other by whatever or whoever it was they believed in. While the Moon Clan were very predominate in the lands, the Suns had all but died out and the closest&nbsp; group was well over a twelve day journey from Regan's keep.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the unconscious knowledge that she were right about him that began to surface up along the edges of his conscious thoughts like a dream that played along your waking mind. Try as he might, Regan couldn't deny the fact that she were right. As much as he wanted and tried to,&nbsp; it just couldn't be done. <br><br>Why else would he have the mark upon his chest that his adoptive parents instill in him to hide what he was, to push everyone away&nbsp; for fear he to would be killed for bearing the mark of the Sun? Why else would they hide from him the history of who he was? As a child, he questioned where he came from, who his real parents were, yet those who raised Regan would avoid giving concrete answers. They always side stepped the conversations, gave him half based innuendo's and said one day he would understand. <br><br>&nbsp;It only began to solidify further when he began to realize just how connected he was toward this woman pressed up against him. There had never been another who called to his soul. Others had attracted a passing glance or two, even stirred an physical attraction to spur along his body, but none ever connected so readily and deeply as she did. The knowledge that seeped up only proved to rage him further, burn the fires inside his body brighter.<br><br>Yet, when the two other younger females disappeared in the shadows, fled to save themselves, a small curling at a corner of his thin lips brought a crooked smile to his face. One that grew further as he picked up on the fact that the woman in his grasp had silenced herself upon his command. Yes it was only for a brief moment but it still happened and when she finally spoke next it was in hushed tones.<br><br>His lips still pressed against her ear, Regan's deep voice whispered with a commanding tone. “Now, I'm going to release you with the knowledge that you are not going to try anything stupid. As soon as my hands leave your body, I expect you to swim across the lake to where my men are. I'll be right behind you and no harm will come to you during the journey home as long as you do what I say. Is that understood?” Even though the question was asked, Regain knew what her answer would be. It burned inside him with glaring certainty that she would.<br><br>Slowly releasing his grasp around her throat then her wrists, he nodded toward the lake. Just as quickly as she had slipped into the water, he was behind her as they both crossed the lake with silent motions. The rippling of the water the only sounds that were heard until the two broke the surface and appeared upon the other side with the men who were waiting. <br><br>Turning his back to the two so as to hide his front from the views of the men, Regan picked up the discarded tunic and shrugged it on. Fastening it to cover himself, he slid back into his leather riding boots to turn back to face them. Each gave their leader a look of question as his face was once more set in stone. "But Regan...." Their questions were cut short by a low growl that was more commanding than even his tone in the words that followed.<br><br>“The others escaped into the night. I'm not going to worry about that at the moment. For now, we need to get back...” Motioning toward Diedra, his voice stern and warding off further questions, he barked an order to the two others. “She rides with me at all times.”With a nod of understanding, they men mounted their horses as Regan helped the female up then swung himself in the saddle behind her to start their journey home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Madness of Twilight~ {Wistful_Dreams and Kyros}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 01:16:32</strong>
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				Diedra hated herself for shuddering with desire as his voice like a dark velvet filled her ears, she could hardly think when his voice was a midnight seduction against her flesh. Still she managed to hold onto her wits, somehow, and she yanked free of his hands at the first chance, giving him a glare that promised revenge with her strange silvery eyes. Still she stayed silent, her body seeming all too flushed from contact with him, it was a relief to slip into the water, to feel it wash away the lingering feel of his hands against her skin. But some small part of the redhead mourned it as well, aching for his touch even as he loathed it. <br><br>No harm would come to her? She swore inwardly as her arms and legs carried her easily through the water, he had captured her to hand her over to unBlessed of course harm would come to her. He was handing her into her death. <br><br>She gained the shore near about when he did, coming up out of the water with her blue gown now clinging to every inch of her skin, revealing a body full and feminine even as she gathered her hair together to wring it out. Her moon hued glare kept the other men back from her, no doubt fearful of a Moon Blessed, them she ignored largely, wanting to try and get dry to some extent. It didn't escape her notice that the warrior hastened to put back on his tunic, to hide any trace of his marking. When one of the men spoke his name she listened though, repeating it over in her head. Regan. So named was the man who was her mate and her death bringer. <br><br>He had told her to silence, she meant not to speak to him at all, if her unnatural silence odd for a woman seemed offputting well it would merely be put down to another oddity of the Blessed, another reason to fear what they could not understand. The girl stiffened when Regan helped her up into his saddle on his large horse, holding herself like steel in his arms rather then relax. She was wet, cold and terrified. Part of her just wanted to weep, to figure out a way to escape and hide in the shadows; but even if she could have it would be impossible; whether or not Regan wanted to admit it he was a Blessed and she knew he was her mate which meant she could not hide from him by her own power. Damn the man. <br><br>Her body shivered, arms lifting to wrap around herself as Dia sank into herself and her prayers, hoping that the others were now safely back in the bounds of the clan. 
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