From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)
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				Title: <strong>From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 00:04:14</strong>
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				Val woke with a splitting headache...&nbsp; Where was he?<br><br>Then it all rushed back.&nbsp; The horrible raid by the&nbsp; Vikings on his fishing village.&nbsp; He and other young adults dragged off as slaves.&nbsp; &nbsp;The awful trip on the dragonboat, working the oars.<br><br>And now...a darkened hut..&nbsp; eight or so feet tall...no windows, strong looking door.<br><br>The only light coming in from the crack under the door.&nbsp; By the light he could see he was not alone.&nbsp; Someone else was there lying down.&nbsp; He squinted.&nbsp; It appeared to be a woman&nbsp; or a girl...she was curvy enough to be either.<br><br>He tried to move, but his arms were tied well before him.. and his legs were trussed.&nbsp; He felt around.&nbsp; Yes! the sharp knife...almost needle thin...still slid into the tiny pocket inside his pants.<br><br>He would wait until dark.<br><br>Suddenly, the door opened, flooding the room with light.<br>A large ill-smelling man in armor brought in a tray of food and a jug for them.<br><br>The girl...he could not tell how old....started to wake.&nbsp; &nbsp;When the guard reached for her breasts. Val said, "I have to pee."<br><br>The guard grunted and took him outside.&nbsp; The stockade had a 15 ft wall, thick walls and guards...As he relieved himself, he carefully scanned the area without looking around.<br><br>Finally, he was empty and the guard shoved him back in.&nbsp; The girl was sitting up and could see his young twenties face and slim frame, blue eyes darting around from under the brown bangs or his close cropped hair.<br><br>When the guard left, he whispered. "I'm Val, do you wish to escape?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 00:37:19</strong>
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				Samara groaned as she felt her senses coming back to her, slowly gaining consciousness. As her eyelids slowly fluttered open, she rolled over, feeling every muscle in her body ache. Luckily for her, she was a big enough woman that the beatings she had received didn't have as bad an effect as if it had happened to a slimmer woman. Unfortunately though, it meant that whoever provided the beatings, honoured her with extra, just for her added weight. She was a mere thing to <em>them</em>, the damned Vikings who had raided her little village and kidnapped all of the young adults.<br><br>And now here she was, stuck in a dark hut, appearing to be by herself. Samara struggled to sit up, her shoulders cramped due to her hands having been tied behind her back for a long period of time. She squeezed her eyes shut, and bowed her head, before taking a deep breath. Slowly opening her eyes, she noticed she was semi-naked, her simple cloth dress torn at one shoulder, the hem in shreds. A shudder convulsed through her body, as she wondered what would now become of her.<br><br>But before she could ponder her fate much, the simple door that was the only exit out of the hut, opened, and a young man was shoved into the deep shadows. The sunlight that filtered into the hut landed on Samara, baring the fact that she was overweight, and around 20 years old... only just reaching full adulthood. She was pretty, but not as beautiful as her two sisters, both slim and radiant. No man in her village had ever approached her - she was the tramp amongst her fellow villagers. The light also showed the cuts and bruises that covered her smooth, tender flesh.. a result of the many beatings the Vikings had landed upon her.<br><br>Samara kept her head bowed, and her mouth shut, until the guard left the room, appearing bored. The young man who had been put in the hut with her looked in her direction, before speaking in a hushed tone... "I'm Val, do you wish to escape?<br><br>"Yes," was her simple answer. Although she did not know this man, she wanted nothing more than to escape the fate that awaited her. Slavery..
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 00:54:14</strong>
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				He whispered.&nbsp; "Eat well then, my new found friend.&nbsp; I have a hidden knife to sever our bonds, but we will have to be sneaky, and may have to kill.&nbsp; <br><br>You look like a big strong beautiful girl...I'm not surprised they took you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Can you kill a guard if needed.&nbsp; After dark, I want to try...but you will have to distract him for me.&nbsp; Can you let your dress hang off your breast when he comes in?"<br><br>Secretly, his eyes admired her curves.&nbsp; What&nbsp; a woman!
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				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 01:07:00</strong>
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				Samara watched him with her intense blue eyes as he spoke, conducting a plan to escape. Her mind struggled to comprehend his words, shocked by the fact that such a good looking would be talking to her.. even in such a situation as theirs. He had called her a friend! Suddenly, she looked to him as her hero, the one and probably only man who would attempt to help save her life. She blushed, feeling an intense heat flood through her cheeks, and felt herself look away. But she quickly composed herself, and turned back to face him again, her expression one of grim determination.<br><br>"Yes, I can kill a guard if it means we will be one step closer to freedom. I will do what it takes.. even if it means.. exposing myself..." Samara trailed off, cheeks blushing once more. <em>What is wrong with me?</em> "Where are we?" she asked aloud, trying to distract herself so as to stop behaving so childishly.
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				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 01:20:32</strong>
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				"I wish I knew exactly...we are in their compound... I have found a way we can exit, but it will require careful action.<br>After we get the guard, I will cut the horse tethers.&nbsp; You must take a torch and light the haywagon by the far wall as we use it to get over...That way they can't follow and have to deal with the fire.&nbsp; The&nbsp; wagon is about 60 feet from this hut."<br><br>He ate half the food and drank some of the stale watered ale in the jug...They'd want the jug when they left.<br><br>He watched her eat with pleasure, wishing her lips were on his, instead of the food...silly when they likely would be dead tomorrow.<br><br>"I hope you can ride a horse."<br><br>They waited until dark.&nbsp; Carefully, he sawed through Her bonds from the underside, so the ropes stayed together, he also removed her rope fetter.&nbsp; <br><br>Then he cut his own in similar wise.<br><br>"It is well that you have so much feminine charm, otherwise the guard might not distract.&nbsp; Go stand across from me, and pull down your dress.&nbsp; When he enters, Tell him you need to relieve yourself...with him."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 01:59:58</strong>
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				All she could do was nod in reply to his plan, as she slowly chewed on the stale food that had been left for them. Her pitch black hair, a stark contrast to her brilliant blue eyes, framed her slightly round face. Her perfectly pouty lips, the second good thing (after her eyes) that she had been blessed with, seemed to play with the morsels of food before they vanished in her mouth.<br><br>"I can ride a horse, although not very well.." Samara glanced at him as she reached out for the jug of stale ale, which she brought to her lips. Tilting the jug and her head back, she drank deeply, disliking the taste but desperate to quench her thirst. A drop of ale escaped her lips and fell onto her chest, before resuming its travels down between her ample cleavage. She pulled the jug away from her lips, and smiled coyly as she swiped at the wandering droplet...<br><br>... After sitting in silence for some time, the hut seemed to get impossibly darker as night began to fall outside. Samara watched quietly as Val produced his little knife and began to carefully saw through her bonds, enough so that they remained intact, but fragile enough to break when it became time. When he'd finished and began on his own bonds, she stood up, swaying slightly from the sudden vertigo. After a moment of self-composing, Samara positioned herself, reaching up with both hands to tug at her dress. The torn shoulder wasn't hard to manipulate, and she had quickly managed to bare herself in a way that didn't look staged. She turned to Val, and tilted her head to one side slightly. "How do I look?" she whispered, partly rehearsing her lines for the guard, and partly wondering what would be on Vals' mind when he answered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 02:29:41</strong>
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				He stared at her lush breast and licked his lips...<br><br>"Enchanting..." He squeeked. kicking himself for his cracking voice.<br><br>When the guard arrived, he was totally centered on her disarray...He turned to her, and when she called he reached out...then froze as the knife cut his artery.<br><br>Instantly, he blacked, and Val lifted his sword and dagger, easing the body to the floor.<br><br>"OK, go outside like you have to pee.&nbsp; I'll follow."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 02:58:46</strong>
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				Samara caught herself as she nearly smiled from his reaction, but instead looked down at her feet. Moments later, the guard appeared, opening the door to check on the two slaves. As he stepped into the hut, she moved forwards into the pale light from the moon, so the guard could see her clearly. "I need to relieve myself..." she moaned softly, hoping to sound at least sultry.<br><br>He grunted, and moved to take her outside, thinking she needed to pee.<br><br>"No," she moved herself in front of him, and looked up into his eyes. "With you..." she purred, her gaze flicking across to Val just as he swept forwards and dug his knife into the guards' artery. Samara took a step back as the guard immediately slumped, with Val catching him and easing him to the ground.<br><br>With a quick smile, she followed his next instructions and exited the hut, stepping into the pale light outside. There was a full moon, hanging low in the sky, which gave a fair amount of light to see by. This was both an advantage, and a disadvantage. Luckily, there were enough shadows to hide them. She moved forwards as if to find a place to pee, wondering what was going to happen next. She was excited that the first part of his plan had worked, and due to that, she forgot to adjust her dress once more. The image had attracted the attention of two nearby guards, who happened to look her way at that moment in time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 06:20:08</strong>
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				It went so smoothly.&nbsp; Then Samara actually stopped to pee!&nbsp; <br>The guards went over to her, and didn't even notice him (luckily.)<br><br>He risked a shot, which proved lucky.&nbsp; The stolen knife went through the rearmost guard's throat.&nbsp; <br><br>As the first heard his companion hit the ground, he turned to run into the sword.<br><br>Val scooped up the satchels the guards were carrying, grabbed the ale jug and food, and some swords and daggers. He quickly cut the horse line, and looked to see whether she had gotten a torch.&nbsp; <br><br>They quickly climbed the wagon and grabbed hold of the wall, when the torch was dropped, and they slid over. Using a dagger, he dragged down the wall and turned to slow her fall.<br><br>They ran...steadily eating up distance.&nbsp; Zigzagging to hide their trail.<br>They avoided other steadings, until near dawn, the holed up under a fallen log in a copse of trees near a stream.&nbsp; <br><br>The night was cold and one of the satchels had a woolen blanket, which he wrapped around them both.&nbsp; <br>Hugging close for warmth, he was very conscious of her large breasts pressing into his back...&nbsp; Sleep did not come easily.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 23:09:01</strong>
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				"Hey, you!"<br><br>Samara stopped in her tracks as she heard the brusque voice, yelling across the compound. She looked up and saw two guards running towards her, brandishing weapons which glinted under the moonlight. Holding her hands up, she took a step back, and violently shook her head in protest. "No... I just.. need to pee!" she stammered, panicking now.<br><br>Just before the two guards reached her, one fell, a knife in his throat. Val.. The second guard quickly followed his companion, after running into the sword that Val had managed to find. She turned to watch as he bent to scoop up the two satchels that the guards were carrying, before picking up various other items. Samara should have made a move to help him, but instead she moved back to the hut and reached up for the single torch that was attached to the hut to the side of the door. Pulling it from its' bracket, she looked back to Val and hurried after him as he rushed forwards towards the compound wall.<br><br>"What now?" she asked, tugging on her dress. Val didn't answer, but instead climbed the wagon that rested near the wall. Horses scattered around them, relishing the freedom after having their tethers cut. Samara smiled to herself, watching their happiness for a split second before hurrying after Val. She climbed up onto the wagon, wavering slightly as the wheels moved slightly under her weight. She quickly regained her composure and grabbed onto the wall, close behind him.<br><br>Once on solid ground on the other side of the wall, Samara looked around them, noticing the dense forest surrounding the compound. <em>Hopefully, it will be easy to lose them...</em> she thought silently, glancing at Val as they started forward quickly. They ran onwards, into the dense greenery, often changing their direction so as to confuse any who followed them. It wasn't long before she was out of breath, and struggling to breath. She often had to stop for a moment, to catch her breath and to clutch at the stitches in her sides.<br><br>For most of the night, they moved forwards, desperate to lose the Vikings. But after several hours, they stopped near a stream. Samaras' chest fell and rose as she took deep breaths, arms wrapped around her sides from a stitch. Although it was cold, she was drenched in sweat, the thin fabric of her dress clinging to her clammy skin. "What of us now?" she watched as Val settled himself under a fallen log whilst pulling out a woolen blanket from one of the satchels. She sat beside him, felt herself blushing as she cuddled up close for warmth, whilst he wrapped the blanket around them both. The sudden close contact made her shiver, her cheeks becoming an even deeper shade of red. She had never been so close to a man, let alone such a good looking one. Lying down, she decided it'd be less embarrassing for her to be at the back, pressing herself against his back. He couldn't see the looks on her face then...
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 12:03:04</strong>
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				Val awoke from excited dreams, she was warm against his back, but something was wrong...<br><br>Somehow, her hand had fallen into his lap lap during her sleep, he was&nbsp; uncomfortably aroused.<br><br>She was asleep, but now he was wide awake.&nbsp; Slowly hade rose, keeping her tucked in.&nbsp; He found a nook to relieve himself, then noticed that the woods had gone strangely quiet.&nbsp; That was bad.<br><br>He lifted the sword and looked around slowly,&nbsp; Through the fog, he saw distant figures creeping quietly.<br><br>Taking a full minute to move, he slowly lowered himself.&nbsp; Should they stay where they were?&nbsp; They might be surrounded...and in the day, it would be much harder to hide.<br><br>But if the moved, they were much more likely to be seen...what to do...what to do...<br><br>He waited until there were no figures in sight, then woke her with a palm over her mouth.<br><br>He whispered that there were seekers in&nbsp; the woods.&nbsp; He covered himself in mud, then rolled in the pine needles on the ground until he was coated.&nbsp; Carefully, he knotted a noose from the rope in one satchel, then he climbed a tree and, giving her one of the swords, motioned her to stay down.<br><br>"If they come, wait until the last secord, then run.&nbsp; I will do my best to bring them down, but the most important thing is that you are safe.&nbsp; Because we have killed them, they will not take us back.&nbsp; They will torture us, so don't let yourself be taken alive."<br><br>Her torn shift&nbsp; had exposed her large breast again and he was having trouble not staring.&nbsp; If one of their hunters came by, he hoped they would be distracted too.<br><br>Everything hung on his ability to remain unnoticed, and her ability to get them to forget caution.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 02:44:12</strong>
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				She was dreaming sweet dreams, of herself as a slimmer woman, like her sisters. She was surrounded by the men in her village, each desperate for her attention. She turned them all down, now that she was pretty and attractive...<br><br>Then Samara was dragged out of her reverie, a hand pressed tightly over her mouth. She was about to scream, before she realised it was Val, and felt a momentary rush of mixed emotions surge through her. She allowed herself to relax again, and listened in forced silence as he whispered into her ear. There were people looking for them, and they were about to be found, unless they did something quickly. He let go of her, trusting her to be silent, and started to cover himself in mud.<br><br>She sat there, hunching low so as to avoid being seen as easily, due to her large figure. She ignored the fact that her dress had shifted and was once again exposing a part of her. She was too scared to care... her heart was pounding as she watched Val disguise himself with mud and pine needles, so as to blend in with their surroundings. "But what if they take me?" she whispered, unsure if he'd heard her or not. It seemed that he hadn't, as he handed her a sword then climbed up the nearest tree. He motioned for her to stay down, which she did. She didn't want to be caught, knowing that she would never get another chance to escape. And her fate would most certainly not be a happy one.<br><br>All she could do was wait, too frozen by fear to move. She could see figures now, creeping silently through the dense shrubbery. It was foggy, which obscured the approaching figures, but it wouldn't be long until they stumbled upon her. She had to move, but couldn't. Either way, she would be found. "Oh, please have mercy," she muttered under her breath, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. The figures were getting closer; she could hear their murmered voices now, each whispering directions and commands.<br><br>Samara closed her eyes, knowing they would soon find her. And she was right. With a grunt, two of the Vikings appeared about 10 metres away from her. They both brandished weapons in both hands, a sword and a dagger. She squeaked, eyes widening as she instinctively turned to flee. She had no time to consider Val and what he was doing, as the two guards gave chase. She didn't look back, only concentrating on not losing her footing amongst the deep tree roots which made the ground impossible to gain speed on. It didn't help that she was a big woman anyway, and unable to move very fast. This didn't deter her though, as she tried in vain to escape the Vikings.<br><br>"Aha!" a guard appeared in front of her, and pulled her into his tight embrace. He grabbed her wrists and quickly pinned them roughly behind her back, whilst a second guard appeared and tied them together tightly. Samara groaned, both from pain and fear of being caught. <em>Val...</em> she called out silently, hoping he was safe. "Bitch, don't think you'll get away now!" the first guard grunted, smirking as he roughly grabbed her already exposed breast. Three more guards appeared around them, and grinned when they saw the scene.<br><br>"Let's get her back to the compound," one of the guards spoke out, looking around them, searching for Val. There were several more guards in the forest, and would remain searching until they found the male prisoner. "This bitch will get whats' comin' to her when we get back." He laughed, and took Samara from the first guards' grip. They forced her forwards, the other four guards moving to circle her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 04:00:20</strong>
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				Arrrr! There were too many..&nbsp; He should just sneak away...but he gave his word...<br><br>He waited until they moved her away..&nbsp; At the last second, he threw the noose over the last guard and yanked.&nbsp; <br>He hauled the man up and used the sword hilt between his eyes to knock him out, before throttling him.<br><br>One of five down...<br><br>Stalking from tree to tree, he followed the others.&nbsp; One of them wandered back 'Thorbeorn! Where are you fool!'&nbsp; The man was less than two feet from him...<br><br>As the warrior walked around the tree, he rammed his dagger into the throat, quenching any sound.<br><br>He hardly noticed the cut from the other man's dagger.<br><br>Two of five...<br><br>Oho!&nbsp; This warrior had a short bow...&nbsp; Val was one of his villages best shots...now he could fight.&nbsp; He purposely let them get a couple hundred yards ahead, and practiced with the bow...low and left...ok..<br><br>When he caught back up, the were opening their pants, getting ready to abuse her. <br><br>He stuck five arrows in the ground.<br><br>The first shot through both ears&nbsp; proved effective.&nbsp; On the second, he missed and the arrow went into the guard's right arm.<br><br>The third shot was better, burying itself deeply into the guard's chest, though not killing him.&nbsp; <br><br>As one of the two remaining lifted his sword to kill her, he sighted and let fly.&nbsp; The arrow missed his target, but blew out the man's right carotid artery, and blood sprayed the ground as the guard fell.<br><br>The last guard looked at the arrow in his lower right chest andknelt behind her...smart.<br><br>"Come out of I kill her."<br><br>Val answered, "I have&nbsp; a better idea...touch her and you die...slowly"<br><br>Vall walked forward, with bow drawn.&nbsp; just a little closer.<br><br>"I'll carve out her teats and feed them to you boy!&nbsp; You slaves have no guts!"<br><br>almost there...<br><br>"What makes you think I'm a boy...I might be part zwerg...Aesir!&nbsp; Then you would have no idea how old I am."<br><br>"yeah right!&nbsp; and you let yourself me taken, who do you. Ack!"<br><br>Reaching 25 yards, Val knew he could not miss, and shot right into the last guards's eye.<br><br>"Samara...he was the last and...oh crap!"&nbsp; He pitched forward from loss of blood.. the cut into his lower left abdomen kept oozing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 16:39:16</strong>
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				"He's there!" one of the guards shouted, pointing through the fog at a figure hunched low a short distance away. Samara narrowed her eyes, squinting to see who it was. <em>Val?</em> she hoped it would be him, coming to rescue her. The five guards were each opening their pants, unable to wait until they got to the compound to punish her in their own unique ways. She had been forced to her knees, spread wide apart, her dress straining against her chubby thighs. Her exposed breast was still visible, red from the treatment it had received by the guards.<br><br>But now though, the guards were being shot at with arrows, presumably by the escaped prisoner, Val. They rushed to get into a decent formation, but three were shot down before they could do anything helpful. The last two drew their swords, one intent on slitting Samaras' throat. She whimpered in fear, bowing her head. The guard soon fell, spraying blood as he went. It sent splatters of crimson blood over her, marking the cream fabric of her dress. The remaining guard pulled her to her feet and then knelt behind her as Val appeared through the fog. She smiled, despite the ongoing fear she felt, knowing that she'd be saved now.<br><br>The two men exchanged words, which Samara paid no attention to. She kept her eyes on Val, struggling to remain calm and still. Val came closer, and suddenly stepped aside. Val took the chance and shot an arrow into the guards' eye. Bingo. Samara ran over to him and embraced him, just as he slumped forward. "Val?!" she cried out, stumbling to the uneven ground under his weight. She clumsily lowered him off of her and onto the ground before her, on his back. She studied him, looking for signs of injury. <em>There, his abdomen...</em> "Oh no.." she muttered, biting her lower lip as she watched the already large blood stain on the side of his shirt quickly grow. Thinking quickly, she bent over him and tugged at the collar of his shirt, and pulled hard with both hands. The fabric tore, and she hurriedly ripped the shirt open and pulled it off of him. Her eyes glanced over his ripped muscles, and continuing to bite her lower lip, focused on bandaging his wound. The hem of his pants was in the way slightly, so she pulled them a little lower, just to clear the area around the wound. She could see it better now, and noticed it was quite deep, and still seeping blood.<br><br>"You're going to be okay," Samara whispered as she wrapped his shirt tightly around his abdomen, before tying it together in a double knot. Blood quickly stained the rest of the fabric, but she took a moment to check his breathing. Leaning in close, she pressed an ear to his chest, above his heart, and listened. Then she did the same above his lips, to check that his breathing wasn't too shallow. He had to stay awake. "Can you hear me, Val?" She asked softly, sitting back on her feet as she pressed against the fabric above his wound with one hand, trying to stem the flow of the bleeding, her other hand working to rip off a strip of the fabric from the bottom of her dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 01:09:06</strong>
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				As blackness threatened, he was pleased to notice that all of the enemy were down...his father and uncle would be proud...but to die a virgin with no children...his clan would not even remember him as a man...<br><br>He was dimly aware of her moving, pressing something against his side.&nbsp; <br><br>Each time she touched there, the sharp pain awoke him again...<br><br>Then he remembered.&nbsp; "Satchel...needle and sinew...sew me...pretty stiches please."<br><br>Wanly he grinned at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I hope you can sew...or I'm going to be one ugly corpse.&nbsp; But don't stop ripping your dress on my account."<br><br>"Is there anything to drink...I feel so thirsty.&nbsp; Samara...if I'm going to die...I want to have a real kiss...please.&nbsp; I'm not afraid.&nbsp; Not much anyway.&nbsp; But you have to promise to tell everyone that I died a hero."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 17:29:25</strong>
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				A smile appeared on her lips as Val moved, relief flooding through her. She was kneeling beside him, on his right side, which meant to had to lean over him to work on his wound. It didn't really occur to her that it would have been much easier if she moved around to his other side. As she leant over him to put more pressure on his wound, he spoke. Samara looked down at him again, and returned the grin as she released her pressure and moved to dig around through the two satchels.<br><br>As she searched, he continued talking, mentioning a couple of requests. With a slight laugh, she glanced at him, hands still searching through one of the satchels which now rested on her lap. "You're not going to die, Val. I won't let you. We're going to get out of this together, okay?" She sounded pretty certain and confident, though she didn't truly feel that way. As a woman, she had been taught all of the home skills that she would need to successfully keep a home of her own. Sewing was one of those skills, which she was quite adept at. That wasn't her concern... she just figured that more guards would appear before long, once they realised that the first search party would never return. "There is no water, but I'm pretty sure I can hear running water... once I know you are safe and wrapped up, I will go and search for some water for you."<br><br>Samara finally found a needle and sinew, wrapped up in a little cloth in the second satchel. "We're lucky to have these satchels..." she joked, as she quickly threaded the sinew through the needle, then held the needle between her lips. She needed both hands for a moment. Frowning in concentration, she moved quickly and efficiently to unwrap the cloth from around his abdomen, ignoring the sight and metallic smell of the blood. She put the cloth to one side, then plucked the needle from between her lips and bent over Val to get to work. Humming softly to herself, she lowered her head over the wound and began threading the needle and sinew through the torn flesh around the wound, working to close both sides together. "Stay awake, Val..." she commanded, then resumed the soft humming. Within moments she was done, and quickly tying a small knot to keep the stitching intact. She pulled back to admire her work, pleased and confident that the stitching would hold the wound together, allowing it to heal quickly.<br><br>After placing the needle and remaining sinew back into the satchel, she resumed tearing off the large strip of fabric from the bottom of her dress. This she would place around Val, over the wound, like a bandage. "You won't die, but do you still want that kiss?" she asked coyly, looking at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 17:58:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her stitching was painful, but he was a Dane.&nbsp; He would not show it.&nbsp; <br><br>She was quite adept and soon had him closed.<br><br>He hoped that a little rest would restore him.<br><br>Currently, the loss of blood was making him woozy, and&nbsp; a bit careless.&nbsp; His words wandered in and out of intelligibility.<br><br>"A kiss, yes.&nbsp; Your stupid hero wants a kiss...&nbsp; We should both be dead.&nbsp; I'm a good shot, but some spirit must have guided my arrows...I'm not so good with a sword, yet here we are.&nbsp; I'm glad I followed...<br><br>...Did you know you are very beautiful...and that I yearn for you...did I actually say that?&nbsp; I must be not well.&nbsp; Did someone hit me?...<br><br>...Gorgeous Samara, I wish that your full breast was also full of milk, for I feel faint...that is not right for a warrior...<br><br>...By the way, could you give your stupid hero a kiss... I think I earned it, maybe?...&nbsp; <br><br>...Want to know a secret, When we get back, I'm going to ask Samara to marry me.&nbsp; So don't tell her...wait a minute....aren't you...<br><br>...At least no more vikings will come.&nbsp; We have killed around five for each of us.&nbsp; That proves us warriors...they should leave us be.<br><br>...mother, you need to meet Samara...she is brave and I love her...and she is beautiful...not like the tiny girls in our village...yes, mother, she has wonderful breasts...it is odd that you would ask me that though...<br><br>...mother, why did you stand in the way...it only angered them so they killed you...and my sister...is Gila with you now...<br><br>...Hey Samara, you are so pretty.&nbsp; If I am your hero, I would like a kiss...did you tear your dress to show me more of your leg?&nbsp; How nice..."<br><br>He was so woozy, that he was repeating himself without knowing it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 17:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samara let him talk, sure he was unaware of what he was saying. But some parts made her smile, even if they may not have necessarily been honest words. She felt saddened when he mentioned his mother and sister, guessing that those words were true. They were private thoughts, and she would feel bad if he continued, revealing his past for all to hear without him actually realising. "Ssshh Val," she crooned, leaning over to him to stroke his hair back from his face. Her pretty eyes studied him, wishing that some of the things he had said were true, that he did truly yearn for her. They had not accompanied each other for long, but during that short period of time, Samara believed they had become friends, and wished for more. He was the first man to have ever paid her attention, other than to show disdain and disapproval for her looks.<br><br>"You aren't very well, you should save your energy..." she spoke in his ear softly, before moving to lower her lips upon his. She pressed her full lips against his own, ever so softly. She didn't wish to hurt him, and wanted him to take it at his own pace. She could feel herself shivering, both from the cold, and from the surge of confused emotions she felt. Samara had never kissed anyone before, and it was a very bold, out of character move for her to make, to kiss someone she had only known for a day. "This is so unusual for me, but I just can't seem to help myself..." she muttered against his lips, closing her eyes as she kissed him gently a second time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 18:36:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He awakens a bit at her sweet soft kiss.&nbsp; <br><br>"MMmmmmahh.&nbsp; Oh... Samara...&nbsp; thank you... You stayed with me the whole time?&nbsp; How long have I been out..."<br><br>"Strange,&nbsp; I thought my mother was here, but it must have been you..&nbsp; But I told her about..."<br><br>Suddenly he blushed red and stared at her, trying to guess what she'd heard.<br><br>"I don't feel feverish now... Samara... I don't know much about you...&nbsp; Whether you are engaged...A beautiful girl like you...I'm sure that you are already handfasted.&nbsp; But I just want to say...&nbsp; If that does not work out...well, I would be honored if you would consider me..."<br><br>"I know I'm not the strongest of men, or the quickest...I'm certainly not the brightest of the best looking."<br><br>"But I'm handy with a bow, and I can bring home enough game to provide and to sell.&nbsp; I never lie to a friend.&nbsp; I would work hard to support us and children...&nbsp; I would love you until I die, and try to leave our household with great honor."<br><br>"So what I'm saying is...I love you and think you are beautiful...and I want you for my wife...if I have to&nbsp; challenge and fight, I'll do it...if you love another, I will leave you alone and accept it.&nbsp; But please...do consider me."<br><br>He smiled at her, and hugged her with one arm, then curled up and went into a good healing sleep.&nbsp; The smile clung to him for hours.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 01:32:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could only smile as he spoke, confirming his feelings for her. Samara repositioned herself, placing herself beside him, lying down. She led on her side, facing him, resting her head on one hand so she could look at him better. "Yes, I stayed with you.." she whispered softly, resuming stroking his face, brushing his hair back with her fingers. Her touch was warm and gentle, some would have called it loving. "I am not engaged, sweet Val. Before you, no man has ever spoken to me with such kindness. Not even my own father. I have been looked down upon by my entire village, save for my mother. Being put in that hut beside you, was the best thing that has happened to me so far."<br><br>Samara pulled herself closer, keeping both Val, and herself, warm. She nuzzled his neck, feeling incredibly confident now that she knew his true intentions. His words made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, knowing that someone finally loved her for who she was. It didn't matter that they hadn't known each other for long... the situation that they had both been thrown into seemed to have made them incredibly close. Their paths had been brought together by Fate, of this she was certain. Smiling again, she brought her lips close to his ear, just as she noticed him falling asleep. "I love you too, Val." She whispered sweetly into his ear, before settling down with her arm wrapped safely around him. It wasn't long before she was asleep too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 01:46:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the morning he awoke and moved.&nbsp; Oh he was stiff!&nbsp; his side ached, but did not burn.&nbsp; They only made about ten miles, but he did bring down&nbsp; a small deer.&nbsp; He was pleased that she knew how to peel the hide and cooked the meat perfectly. whenever her did it, it always seemed to get dry and burned.&nbsp; &nbsp;He ate half the liver, the bitter meat giving&nbsp; him strength to regenerate.&nbsp; Then he leaned in to cuddle up to Samara. <br><br>Her kisses were so sweet.&nbsp; When she kissed him, he could believe that there was no other man alive.<br>He loved to stroke her back, the curves along her side and down over her rump.&nbsp; She might get annoyed with him, but he knew she liked that he liked touching her.<br><br>As they rested there, he turned to her...your family...any alive?&nbsp; He hugged her as she answered
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 02:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When morning arrived, they both awoke feeling sore and stiff. They had slept on the rough ground, and it had been a cold night. But they moved quickly, ignoring their aches and pains, to try and gain distance between the compound and themselves. After several hours of walking, they decided to stop and eat, due to pure exhaustion. Val managed to catch a small deer, which Samara expertly skinned whilst he set up a small fire. After cutting up the meat into several sections, she pierced the meat pieces with some sharp branches she found nearby, and placed them over the fire to cook. <br><br>"I was the family cook.. my mother became very ill when I was younger, so I taught myself to cook for the family," Samara felt compelled to explain as she watched the cooking meat with a keen eye. She glanced over at Val for a moment, a smile forming on her lips as she gazed upon his handsome face. It wasn't much longer until the meat was ready, and she passed some of the liver to him whilst it was still piping hot. "Eat up, you need to gain your strength."<br>They ate in silence, relishing the hot meal. They had been deprived of proper food since they had been captured, and it was nice to have something proper now. Samara had found water whilst on their travels, and had stored some in the jug that they still carried. She drank from the jug now, offering some to Val before they cuddled up together beside the fire.<br><br>She enjoyed his company immensely, loved kissing him. It was like no other, and she knew she would treasure these fine moments. It did annoy her slightly when he stroked over her many lumps and bumps, but he seemed to enjoy her figure so she passed no comments. Only smiled, and hugged him lovingly. When he asked her about her family, she shrugged slightly. "Yes, my mother and father are still alive. I also have two sisters, who hate me. They are both much skinnier than I am, and get lots of attention from the men in my village. My father hated me, for how I looked. He always told me I would never find a husband, or have children... he said I would never have my own home. He was a hateful man, but unfortunately he was also the Chief of the village..." Samara bowed her head, feeling suddenly sad. Turning, she hugged Val tightly. "What about your family?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 04:40:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think any of my immediate family survived the raid...If I return, I may go to my uncle's steading.&nbsp; I suppose I am Hetman now...for what that's worth.<br><br>I predict that your father was quite wrong, that you shall be married and have fine strong children, who will shame him for his wicked words.&nbsp; I hope that you will listen to me...I want to be that husband, I want to be that father to your children and to stare into your father's eyes until he knows how wrong he was.<br><br>I want to make love to you and to make you cry out with delight, but I wish to first be your husband and to show you all honor.<br><br>I have no brideprice...but I ask again.&nbsp; Will you, beautiful Samara, consider handfasting this poor warrior, to join with me for life.&nbsp; Say the word and we will be wed at the first temple we come to.<br><br>If not...I will take you to your people safely, and then leave you to your future.<br><br>My heart is as open to you as the wound you tended.&nbsp; Will you take it...and me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 14:47:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samara gazed into his eyes as he spoke, asking her for her hand in marriage. She had barely known this man for more than a day, yet the love she felt surging through her now as she looked at him, was undeniable. He was her hero, her companion, and soon to be lover. She felt a smile pull at her plump lips when he finished, asking her one final time.<br><br>Leaning across, she pressed her lips softly against his, her hands reaching up to lovingly hold either side of his face. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes Valamarth. I will take your hand, and I will be your wife. I will tend to our home, cook and clean for you. I will bear beautiful children for you, for us, and we shall bring them up to be fine young adults. I have only just begun to love you, but I feel in my heart, that this is really only just the beginning." Samara kissed him again, the smile still on her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 22:17:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A massive grin split his face.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Then I am blessed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now we just have to get back alive.&nbsp; My uncle's steading should be just a day from here...&nbsp; &nbsp;and a thought occurs to me.&nbsp; Depending upon what has happened to my people, I may be the sole owner of the village treasure, which is well hidden.&nbsp; But we will see what we will see.<br><br>"So let us upon the road and travel quickly."<br>He kissed her and held her tightly, exulting in her decision.&nbsp; Then he picked up their few items, hugged her and they continued traveling.<br><br>They skirted a small town making sure that it was open for trade.&nbsp; There was a church in the center.&nbsp; "My sweet vision.&nbsp; Will this church do.&nbsp; I will exchange the sword I took for gold, and pay the priest.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or would you wait for our handfasting?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 13:05:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samara couldn't help but enjoy his reaction to her answer, and hugged him tightly before they continued on. The mention of the village treasure found no home in her heart, for she did not care about wealth. Just being wed to a mighty warrior was enough for her, until she was blessed with their beautiful children. As long as they had a home to call their own, she did not mind wether he was poor or wealthy.<br><br>They travelled, for the most part, in silence. In fear of attracting unwanted attention, they moved quickly, but discreetly. Keeping to the shadows and underbrush, Samara and Valamarth soon came to a small town. Skirting it, they soon found that it was open for trade. Val spotted the church in the centre of the town first. Turning to her, he asked if the church would do, or would she wait?<br><br>"My love, I would be wed to you quickly, so I can proudly call myself your wife. But then, would you not wait for your family to witness our love?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:53:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hung his head.<br><br>"My sweet love...you forget, I saw my father..mother...sister...cut down...any relatives are not so close.&nbsp; If however, you need to wait for your own family to be witnesses.&nbsp; I can understand that.<br><br>Just say the word to me.&nbsp; Here or at your village.<br><br>I just want to wait not one day longer than needed.&nbsp; But for you, if needed, I will wait twenty years."<br><br>He kneeled and awaited her reply, her hand help to his cheek."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 01:35:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped, having forgotten such an important detail in his life. "My love, I am truly sorry!" Samara came forward and pulled him into a tight embrace, tilting her head to kiss him full on his lips. "I wish to be wed to you now... my family would not care for our marriage!" She watched as he sunk to one knee before her, and held his face with one hand.<br><br>Then she glanced at the church, a smile tugging at her lips. "Let us be married then, so I can proudly call you my husband, and I, your wife!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 23:55:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beaming, he led her into the church.&nbsp; The priest started upon seeing them, unsure of their intent.&nbsp; When hearing they wished to wed, however, his fact lit up.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The ceremony was simple, but beautiful, this priest had a good voice to sing prayers of love and fertility for them, and when he bound their hands with the silken cord, he winked at them.<br><br>The kiss...How he'd longed for a great free unheld back kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp;And she was more than able.&nbsp; His lips held hers until his eyes swam and he remembered that he was still missing some blood.<br><br>The priest only commented, "Ah, young love!&nbsp; How glorious!"&nbsp; Then he sent them off on their way.<br><br>They made another five miles on the road, before finding a nice glade hear a stream.<br>He jumped in to clean himself well , and waited for her.<br><br>Then he knelt in the thick moss, and Held a hand up to her drawing her down, his mouth fastening on her full breast, his hands digging into her curvy ass.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was ravenous for her, wanting to kiss and lick every inch of her.&nbsp; But he held himself back, to ask for her desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraHaroden</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 01:26:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samara stayed by Val's side as they walked into the church. She gasped at the simple beauty of the decor inside, and immediately felt that this was the perfect setting for their ceremony. The priest accepted their intentions, and soon, she was standing before Val, a slight flush in her cheeks, giving her a delicious rosy glow to her. Keeping her loving gaze on her soon to be husband, she listened whilst the priest sang with his wonderful voice, then eventually bound their hands with a simple silken cord. <br><br>Then they kissed. Samara had never felt so much love rush out of her through one kiss, before. She poured her heart and soul into him, arms wrapping around him to pull him ever closer. It was beautiful, emotional, and intense. Their first kiss as husband and wife, and one that she would never forget. "I love you," she whispered when they finally pulled away, but only slightly. Pressing her forehead against his, they basked in their love for one another.<br><br>---<br><br>When they eventually came to the stream, Valamarth jumped straight into the cold water. Smiling, she eased herself over to the edge, then placed one foot through the smooth surface. Gasping, she quickly pulled it back out and laughed. "So cold!" Samara exclaimed, then threw caution to the wind and removed the remnants of her dress. Naked now, she felt extremely vulnerable, but not for long. She quickly reminded herself that she was married now, and should have no qualms with getting naked in front of her husband. Wading in, she moved close to Val, ignoring the cold water against her flesh.<br><br>A moment later, he was pulling her down on a large patch of thick moss. It was soft enough, and large enough, for them to lay on comfortably, and enjoy their time as newlyweds. She moaned in pleasure as he took one of her breasts in his mouth, his hands finding her ass. Sensing he was holding back for her, Samara took a hold of his head and kissed him full on the mouth, pressing her nude form against him. She no longer cared about her large figure, safe in the knowledge that her husband loved it, and would never tire of her curves. "I want you, my love..." she pulled away from their kiss, and brought her lips to his ear. Moaning softly, she kissed his ear. "Right here and now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: From the Vikings (Val and Kiera)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 02:37:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What man could have resisted such a siren's call?&nbsp; He had waited for this moment from the day he had first seen her and she had captured his heart.<br><br>His big girl, with the biggest heart.&nbsp; How could she have wanted him?&nbsp; But she did, they were handfasted forever.&nbsp; And now?&nbsp; She was a prize worth having, but not a prize to be claimed, she was the most wonderful precious gift, and he would show he appreciated the giver.<br><br>"Wait a moment love..."&nbsp; His hand slide between her legs to lightly caress her downy hair and stroked lower...the wetness was warm, not that cold of the stream and he marvelled again at her.&nbsp; Inside...his fingers felt the softest touch like a lamb's tongue, and it just incensed him, he stroked up over her clit as the old woman had instructed her should do when finally with his maiden.&nbsp; One finger slid in as his thumb, pressed up against her hood.<br><br>"Love, my I go and taste you, before we are joined.&nbsp; I want to feast upon your nectars, and make you swell with the strongest desire, so I know that we will reach joy together."<br><br>He kissed her hand.&nbsp; Not the thin, easily torn hand of a princess, but the strong hand of a warrior's wife...able to cook, massage, hold&nbsp; a child and to love truly.
			</dd>
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