Iscaa
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Hi I am looking for a writer to take the male character of Ronin the Highlander. Just so you know it's more story then sex, although it will have sex. The sex is not kinky but can be erotic. I have a few more ideas, but want to find a writer that has a similar writing style to mine, or would be complimentary to mine. Here is the first chapter to the story. If your interested please leave me a message. Also feel free to leave some comments if you have any ideas as to what can improve the story. This chapter is mostly an intro, but Ronin's background can be inserted where it would enhance the intro. It could also be a formal story, just written by two writers instead of a role play.
Thanks for your interest....Iscaa
Taken by a Highlander
Chapter 1. Scotland
Donella, known as Ella since she was a wee lass had dreamed of this trip for as long as she could remember. The 22 year of woman was a rather small, being only five feet two inches in her stocking feet. She was proportioned in just the right places. She had slightly curly long dark almost black hair that she usually kept in a messy bun at the nap of her neck. Her eyes were a curious dark green that snapped when she was angry. Men usually took a second look when she walked by, but she was too busy to notice, what with all the ancient history she was usually mulling over in her mind.
Her friends knew how absent minded she could be when doing her research for the doctorate she was working towards. Her area of expertise was early medieval life in the highlands of Scotland mostly before the 10th century. She had even mastered the understanding of ancient Gaelic, well only the written form since present day Gaelic had changed substantially over hundreds of years. She could also speak four romance languages.
Donella's plan was to visit Scotland for a few weeks and fill in as many gaps in her knowledge as best she could. Going to the source for the best details to fill in the gapes of her thesis was the main reason for her journey.
She sighed as the bus drew to a stop at the archaic village of Plockton on the north west highlands of Scotland. It was a tiny village that overlooked loch Carron. As the two other passengers took their leave thanking the driver, Ella got her overnight bag and purse from under her seat and made her way to the front of the bus. She smiled to herself as she remembered the lovely scenery that they had passed through. Photos never ever did justice to the real thing!
The driver was outside handing out the luggage from compartment underneath the bus. Ella adjusted her purse and made ready to take the large suitcase with small wheels. She thanked the driver saying, “ It's is so beautiful here, I'm know I have come to the right place to be making memories that I will always remember.” The man smiled in return as he closed the compartment door.
Just as he turned to walk towards the pub, Ella asked, “Where do I find the Hinde Inne?” She had booked a room in the old inn weeks ago. He pointed at the old stone building in front of them, one door to the far left of the building was the pub. It didn't have a sign as all the locals knew where the pub was. The fancy wooden door with a sign hanging over the top to the far right indicated an inn. The girl chuckled and thanked him again
.
She gazed at the wooden sign with a deer carved in it with the old English spelling of” “Hinde Inne.” Knowing it meant female deer she thought, “This is an ancient town, I know I'm just going to love it here!” Adjusting her luggage so she could pull it comfortably she headed for the door. Once inside she found the interior to be rather dark after the bright sunshine outside. She walked up to the desk and rang the small bell. Within a minute an older woman came out wiping her hands on a clean towel and said, “Good day to you.” She paused a few seconds before adding, “You wouldn't by any chance be Donella Smith would you?”
Ella sighed, “After this long day it is comforting to be expected.” She nodded her head replying, “Yes I am she, I am hoping my room is ready for me, I sure could use a rest about now. The older woman nodded her understanding as the girl continued. By the way please call me Ella, all my friends do.” Fiona the owner of the inn smiled warmly as she reached for the keys and indicated that Ella sign the guest book. Once done, the woman said, “My name is Fiona, just you follow me and we will have you in your room in no time. I there be anything you need I would be the one to talk too.” She called out to her son Tomas to help with Ella's big bag. As they walked up the stairs to the second floor she continued. “The pub is where you will have your meals, it's open at six am until the last of the men are booted out after dark.” Both woman laughed at that last remark.
Ella followed Fiona up the side stairs and down a rather dark hallway. Noticing the light bulb was out, Fiona asked Tomas if he would take care of it. He nodded his shaggy head and replied, “Yes Mum.”
They finally stopped at the end of the hall, where Fiona inserted the old fashioned key and swung the door open for Ella to enter. “It will be nice a quiet at this end of the hall.” Ella smiled as she entered, and was pleasantly surprised. The room was light and airy with beautiful furnishings from by gone eras. She was going to have an interesting time looking each piece carefully over. Once Tomas set the large bag beside the bed and Ella put her purse and overnight bag on the bed, Fiona and her son said their goodbyes and left.
Sitting down on the bed Ella flopped back and gave a small whoop! She was finally here and knew deep in her bones that this was a trip she wasn't going to forget. She planned to get the maximum information and maybe even do a little socializing. But most important was knowledge such as the old ways and customs. Maybe even discover some new facts. With the material she intended to uncover she would be able to finish her thesis. After all the years of study and research it would finally be complete. She sighed to herself in satisfaction, this was the last leg of a long journey to achieving her degree.
A few minutes later she got up opened here bags and unpacked her things. She hadn't brought a lot of clothes as she didn't intend to be very social. Therefore it didn't take her long to put all her things away in the antique chest of drawers and tiny closet. She took a shower in the small washroom provided finishing up with brushing her teeth. Taking a deep breath she felt one hundred percent better.
Not surprisingly she felt her stomach rumble loudly, reminding her that she had just a light lunch before getting on the bus late this morning. It had been a long trip over the ocean and then from the airport to the various buses she had to transfer to get here. She knew deep in her heart it had been worth every uncomfortable minute! Glancing at her wristwatch she was surprised how late it was. “No wonder my stomach is grumbling...it's way past seven pm!”
Throwing on a sweater and jeans she quickly readjusted her hair , grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to the pub. As Ella walked up to the bar, the patrons in the pub all stopped talking and watched the new comer. Feeling a bit uncomfortable Ella ordered a sandwich and the local ale before finding a small empty table near the door. When the people started talking again Ella relaxed as she waited for her food. Glancing around she found the pub to be a mixture of old and newer styles. The bar itself looked well, ancient. While the stools were more contemporary. A few minutes later a young waitress brought the food and waited while Ella dug in her purse for some money. Once the girl had gone Ella took a sip of the ale. She tried not to make a face at the bitterness of the drink. She never had been a fan of ales and beers but thought it better to blend in with the local people. She then took a bite of her sandwich. It was a bit dry but she was hungry so she dug right in.
When she was half way through it when she heard a chair scrap the floor. When she glanced around she noticed a rather wobbly man with a glass in his hand was getting up from the table he and his buds were sitting at and headed towards her. Ella watched as he swayed his way across the room and finally stopped beside her. When he kept looking down at her she asked, “Well sir? Can I do something for you?” His eyes widened for a few seconds indicating he was trying to get his thoughts together. Finally he mumbled, “ My name's Fin and I just wanted to tell you to be careful if you go out on the moors. Lasses have disappeared in these parts for as longs as anyone can remember.” Ella smiled up at him replying, “Thank you for the warning, I will certainly keep that in mind!” He stood for another few seconds nodding his head before taking another sip from his glass. Satisfied that he had done his duty he slowly stumbled his way back to his cronies. They laughed at as he sat down once more one saying something about, “Old wives tales.” Fin mumbled a few words Ella couldn't hear and they all looked at her again.
Ella tried to smile, “These local people ...where do they get these stores? I do have to admit it is part of their charm.” Trying to stifle a yawn she found she couldn't finish her food she was just too tired. It had been a very long day. She took another sip of her ale before standing up, she dug around in her purse and left a small tip on the table. As she left the pub she yawned again and grumbled to herself, “I just need a good night's sleep and will feel right as rain in the morning.” Once she was back in her room she quickly washed up shed her clothes and put on her favourite long t-shirt. Five minutes later she was fast asleep.
The next morning Ella was awake at the crack of dawn ready to face the day. She lay in bed for a while making her plans for the day. “I think I 'll just do some sight seeing today. Maybe take a picnic a book and find a quiet place on the moors. That way I can begin to soak up the atmosphere that is Scotland. Yes....that sounds like a plan to me!” With that thought she bounced out of bed and walked to the closet. It didn't take long to look at the few dresses she had brought with her. Most of her clothes were practical, but today she didn't want practical she wanted to feel and look like a lady of leisure. Ella reached for her green dress, the one that made her eyes pop. It hugged her figure then flared out at the waist plus at the same time it was comfortable. Mumbling happily to herself she said, “Yes, just the dress for a day of leisure!” After quickly dressing she put on some pretty sneakers. She looked and felt good all that needed doing was her hair. Within minutes her messy bun was in place at the nap of her neck. With one last look in the she left her room and headed for the front desk hoping to find Fiona.
Luck was with her, Fiona came out as soon as Ella's hand hit the desk bell. They chatted about the weather before Ella got down to business. Telling Fiona her plans the older woman nodded her head in understanding. As for a vehicle, Fiona said she would lend a grateful Ella her car for the day. Preparations were made while the girl went to the pub for a quick breakfast. The coffee and fresh bread with marmalade were delightful and before Ella was finished Fiona came in and said, “ When your ready your picnic lunch of fruit, sandwiches and ...what do you like to drink? ” Ella thanked her and added, “Just some water would be all I need.” Fiona replied, “All will be ready when you are.”
Tomas helped put the basket of food and a blanket into a small blue car that was parked in front of the hotel. Ella thanked him before asking directions to the moors where the heather was now blooming. He pointed in the direction for her to take while she started the car. She waved as she drove off in contentment.
Ella drove on the highway for a short while before sighting a side road that looked interesting. She turned onto the unpaved road and drove for at least forty-five minutes before she came to a place she thought would be perfect for her picnic. Purple blooming heather surrounded her on rolling hills. It took her breath away. Taking the basket, her book and the blanket she started to walk looking for a spot that would shelter her from the wind that had come up. She finally found a place that dipped down enough to escape the winds but still showed the glorious views of purple heather and rolling hills. Looking back the way she had come Ella estimated that she was close to half a mile from the car. Felling contented with life she then spread out the blanket setting the basket on one corner and unpacked her lunch. She settled down and took a sip of the water and began to eat her sandwich. She was surprised at how hungry she was and laughed out loud. “Well exercise will do that...make you hungry!” Continuing with her food, she reached for her book and settled down with it.
Not long after finishing her meal, Ella stretched out and continued to read her book, swatting at the occasional fly. It was on medieval customs. Not ten minutes later it fell to the side as Ella dozed off. Not knowing how long she had been asleep Ella suddenly woke up upon hearing the sound of a horse calling over the moors. Her eyes squinted as she woke up fully. Someone was watching her, she could feel it. She looked around only to find that all seemed quiet with the occasional bird calling out.
Still glancing around she finally spotted what looked like a horse and rider at the top of one of the distant hills. Ella blinked several times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The horse was dark and large, even at that distance it was still large. “What the hell? That is one big man sitting on a huge horse! I wonder what he is doing?” As she watched she saw him signal the horse. Horse and rider started down the hill picking up the pace as they neared the bottom.
Ella could only watch in fascination as horse and rider slowly galloped towards her. As he drew closer he reminded her of an ancient warlord, bare chested with what must have been an early tartan type cloth rapped around his upper body and something similar on the lower half. She could see he wore no leggings or foot ware, but it was a warm day. His hair was long and wild flying out behind him as he rode on. To her rising surprise he continued toward her she could now see a claymore and dirk attached at his waist. They were galloping much faster now and that is when she realized they were headed right for her...or more like over her if she didn't get out of the way. She didn't have time to gather her things. She jumped up and ran to the side while he turned the horse and followed. “What the Hell? She cried out as she tried to go in the direction of the car. This was not good, she knew she didn't have any hope in getting anywhere near it before the horseman was on her.
Looking back as she ran Ella could not believe she was going to be accosted by a madman on a horse!. She screamed and kept running. Once he was barely a few feet behind her he bent towards her and with one hand securely on the pommel of his saddle he reached for her with the other. She leaped to the side at the last moment falling as she did. She cursed as she quickly got back up and ran up onto a broad rocky hilltop. He came around cutting her off from the direction she was trying to run. She leaped to the left when he once again went to grab her. This time she was nearly trampled by the horse's hooves. She heard him curse as he reared his horse upwards barely missing her.
Cursing in annoyance he got off and was now coming after her on foot. Ella out of breath and very frightened backed away holding her hands up as if to ward the wild man off. He slowed down making his voice gentle, “ Ní gá cailín bogadh!”,(Lass don't move!) startled she recognized his words were ancient Gaelic but didn't have time to try and translate them.
Not heeding his voice she took another step back, some loose rocks rolled away from her foot. He reached out trying to get her to stop moving. It was too late. She slipped on more rocks and started to go down. Quickly glancing behind she saw she had backed onto a shelf of rock and there was at least a twenty foot drop to a bed of rocks at the bottom. She screamed as she went over the edge desperately trying to grab onto the shelf....her hands slipped and just as she was going down a huge hand grasped her wrist. Legs dangling with all her weight on her wrist Ella cried out in pain. He carefully began pulling her back up enough to then slid her front first back onto the shelf. Her dress caught as she came up ripping her skirt practically in half. He himself had been flat out at the moment he had caught her hand. He pulled her up to a sitting position shifting himself to his knees and looked angrily down at her.
Ella glared up at her captor and suddenly with her free hand walloped him across the face. Still holding onto the girl's wrist the Highlander's blue eyes widened in complete surprise. “Cén fáth tú Spitfire beag!” (Why you little spitfire!) He swore in Gaelic pulled her close and took her by the shoulders shaking her roughly. This only made Ella to try to hit him again shouting, “How dare you chase me all over the moors like game and nearly caused me to be killed! What kind of barbarian are you?” She then tried to escape his grasp before adding furiously, “Let go of me you big brute!”
Rónán stood up still holding onto the struggling girl, well woman. She was no girl that was for sure, but he did find her interesting non the less. Holding her wrists in one huge hand he hauled her to Bryce and took a small piece of rope from the saddle. Holding her hands out and the rest of her behind and under his arm he bound her hands together. She couldn't move much but that didn't stop her from yelling as loud as she possibly could. He cringed as his ears rang! Rónán didn't have a clue as to what she screaming, he'd find out later when they got back to his clan.
He whistled for Bryce his horse to come close again. As soon as the mighty animal drew near Logan swung up onto his back. Ella took that moment to make another run for it. Horse and rider swooped down on the running girl. The Highlander leaned down and grabbed her around the waist putting her struggling body in front of him on the saddle. Once he had her positioned securely between his thighs he noticed that her short dress had been ripped and showed him a good length of her thigh. He liked what he saw and leaned down and growled in Gaelic, “Creidim go mbeidh mé ag éilíonn tú dom féin cailín.”(I believe I will claim you for myself girl.) With that being said he signalled Bryce into a gallop , turning toward the direction he had come from. To Ella's dismay she could see they were headed for a dark area that looked like some kind of ancient forest miles away in the centre of the rolling moors.
A frightened and angry Ella bounced around as she tried to pull away from the man and his heated body. He finally slid his big arm around her midriff and pulled her up against his broad chest. Whether she liked it or not his arm steadied her as they galloped across the rugged land.
Thanks for your interest....Iscaa
Taken by a Highlander
Chapter 1. Scotland
Donella, known as Ella since she was a wee lass had dreamed of this trip for as long as she could remember. The 22 year of woman was a rather small, being only five feet two inches in her stocking feet. She was proportioned in just the right places. She had slightly curly long dark almost black hair that she usually kept in a messy bun at the nap of her neck. Her eyes were a curious dark green that snapped when she was angry. Men usually took a second look when she walked by, but she was too busy to notice, what with all the ancient history she was usually mulling over in her mind.
Her friends knew how absent minded she could be when doing her research for the doctorate she was working towards. Her area of expertise was early medieval life in the highlands of Scotland mostly before the 10th century. She had even mastered the understanding of ancient Gaelic, well only the written form since present day Gaelic had changed substantially over hundreds of years. She could also speak four romance languages.
Donella's plan was to visit Scotland for a few weeks and fill in as many gaps in her knowledge as best she could. Going to the source for the best details to fill in the gapes of her thesis was the main reason for her journey.
She sighed as the bus drew to a stop at the archaic village of Plockton on the north west highlands of Scotland. It was a tiny village that overlooked loch Carron. As the two other passengers took their leave thanking the driver, Ella got her overnight bag and purse from under her seat and made her way to the front of the bus. She smiled to herself as she remembered the lovely scenery that they had passed through. Photos never ever did justice to the real thing!
The driver was outside handing out the luggage from compartment underneath the bus. Ella adjusted her purse and made ready to take the large suitcase with small wheels. She thanked the driver saying, “ It's is so beautiful here, I'm know I have come to the right place to be making memories that I will always remember.” The man smiled in return as he closed the compartment door.
Just as he turned to walk towards the pub, Ella asked, “Where do I find the Hinde Inne?” She had booked a room in the old inn weeks ago. He pointed at the old stone building in front of them, one door to the far left of the building was the pub. It didn't have a sign as all the locals knew where the pub was. The fancy wooden door with a sign hanging over the top to the far right indicated an inn. The girl chuckled and thanked him again
.
She gazed at the wooden sign with a deer carved in it with the old English spelling of” “Hinde Inne.” Knowing it meant female deer she thought, “This is an ancient town, I know I'm just going to love it here!” Adjusting her luggage so she could pull it comfortably she headed for the door. Once inside she found the interior to be rather dark after the bright sunshine outside. She walked up to the desk and rang the small bell. Within a minute an older woman came out wiping her hands on a clean towel and said, “Good day to you.” She paused a few seconds before adding, “You wouldn't by any chance be Donella Smith would you?”
Ella sighed, “After this long day it is comforting to be expected.” She nodded her head replying, “Yes I am she, I am hoping my room is ready for me, I sure could use a rest about now. The older woman nodded her understanding as the girl continued. By the way please call me Ella, all my friends do.” Fiona the owner of the inn smiled warmly as she reached for the keys and indicated that Ella sign the guest book. Once done, the woman said, “My name is Fiona, just you follow me and we will have you in your room in no time. I there be anything you need I would be the one to talk too.” She called out to her son Tomas to help with Ella's big bag. As they walked up the stairs to the second floor she continued. “The pub is where you will have your meals, it's open at six am until the last of the men are booted out after dark.” Both woman laughed at that last remark.
Ella followed Fiona up the side stairs and down a rather dark hallway. Noticing the light bulb was out, Fiona asked Tomas if he would take care of it. He nodded his shaggy head and replied, “Yes Mum.”
They finally stopped at the end of the hall, where Fiona inserted the old fashioned key and swung the door open for Ella to enter. “It will be nice a quiet at this end of the hall.” Ella smiled as she entered, and was pleasantly surprised. The room was light and airy with beautiful furnishings from by gone eras. She was going to have an interesting time looking each piece carefully over. Once Tomas set the large bag beside the bed and Ella put her purse and overnight bag on the bed, Fiona and her son said their goodbyes and left.
Sitting down on the bed Ella flopped back and gave a small whoop! She was finally here and knew deep in her bones that this was a trip she wasn't going to forget. She planned to get the maximum information and maybe even do a little socializing. But most important was knowledge such as the old ways and customs. Maybe even discover some new facts. With the material she intended to uncover she would be able to finish her thesis. After all the years of study and research it would finally be complete. She sighed to herself in satisfaction, this was the last leg of a long journey to achieving her degree.
A few minutes later she got up opened here bags and unpacked her things. She hadn't brought a lot of clothes as she didn't intend to be very social. Therefore it didn't take her long to put all her things away in the antique chest of drawers and tiny closet. She took a shower in the small washroom provided finishing up with brushing her teeth. Taking a deep breath she felt one hundred percent better.
Not surprisingly she felt her stomach rumble loudly, reminding her that she had just a light lunch before getting on the bus late this morning. It had been a long trip over the ocean and then from the airport to the various buses she had to transfer to get here. She knew deep in her heart it had been worth every uncomfortable minute! Glancing at her wristwatch she was surprised how late it was. “No wonder my stomach is grumbling...it's way past seven pm!”
Throwing on a sweater and jeans she quickly readjusted her hair , grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to the pub. As Ella walked up to the bar, the patrons in the pub all stopped talking and watched the new comer. Feeling a bit uncomfortable Ella ordered a sandwich and the local ale before finding a small empty table near the door. When the people started talking again Ella relaxed as she waited for her food. Glancing around she found the pub to be a mixture of old and newer styles. The bar itself looked well, ancient. While the stools were more contemporary. A few minutes later a young waitress brought the food and waited while Ella dug in her purse for some money. Once the girl had gone Ella took a sip of the ale. She tried not to make a face at the bitterness of the drink. She never had been a fan of ales and beers but thought it better to blend in with the local people. She then took a bite of her sandwich. It was a bit dry but she was hungry so she dug right in.
When she was half way through it when she heard a chair scrap the floor. When she glanced around she noticed a rather wobbly man with a glass in his hand was getting up from the table he and his buds were sitting at and headed towards her. Ella watched as he swayed his way across the room and finally stopped beside her. When he kept looking down at her she asked, “Well sir? Can I do something for you?” His eyes widened for a few seconds indicating he was trying to get his thoughts together. Finally he mumbled, “ My name's Fin and I just wanted to tell you to be careful if you go out on the moors. Lasses have disappeared in these parts for as longs as anyone can remember.” Ella smiled up at him replying, “Thank you for the warning, I will certainly keep that in mind!” He stood for another few seconds nodding his head before taking another sip from his glass. Satisfied that he had done his duty he slowly stumbled his way back to his cronies. They laughed at as he sat down once more one saying something about, “Old wives tales.” Fin mumbled a few words Ella couldn't hear and they all looked at her again.
Ella tried to smile, “These local people ...where do they get these stores? I do have to admit it is part of their charm.” Trying to stifle a yawn she found she couldn't finish her food she was just too tired. It had been a very long day. She took another sip of her ale before standing up, she dug around in her purse and left a small tip on the table. As she left the pub she yawned again and grumbled to herself, “I just need a good night's sleep and will feel right as rain in the morning.” Once she was back in her room she quickly washed up shed her clothes and put on her favourite long t-shirt. Five minutes later she was fast asleep.
The next morning Ella was awake at the crack of dawn ready to face the day. She lay in bed for a while making her plans for the day. “I think I 'll just do some sight seeing today. Maybe take a picnic a book and find a quiet place on the moors. That way I can begin to soak up the atmosphere that is Scotland. Yes....that sounds like a plan to me!” With that thought she bounced out of bed and walked to the closet. It didn't take long to look at the few dresses she had brought with her. Most of her clothes were practical, but today she didn't want practical she wanted to feel and look like a lady of leisure. Ella reached for her green dress, the one that made her eyes pop. It hugged her figure then flared out at the waist plus at the same time it was comfortable. Mumbling happily to herself she said, “Yes, just the dress for a day of leisure!” After quickly dressing she put on some pretty sneakers. She looked and felt good all that needed doing was her hair. Within minutes her messy bun was in place at the nap of her neck. With one last look in the she left her room and headed for the front desk hoping to find Fiona.
Luck was with her, Fiona came out as soon as Ella's hand hit the desk bell. They chatted about the weather before Ella got down to business. Telling Fiona her plans the older woman nodded her head in understanding. As for a vehicle, Fiona said she would lend a grateful Ella her car for the day. Preparations were made while the girl went to the pub for a quick breakfast. The coffee and fresh bread with marmalade were delightful and before Ella was finished Fiona came in and said, “ When your ready your picnic lunch of fruit, sandwiches and ...what do you like to drink? ” Ella thanked her and added, “Just some water would be all I need.” Fiona replied, “All will be ready when you are.”
Tomas helped put the basket of food and a blanket into a small blue car that was parked in front of the hotel. Ella thanked him before asking directions to the moors where the heather was now blooming. He pointed in the direction for her to take while she started the car. She waved as she drove off in contentment.
Ella drove on the highway for a short while before sighting a side road that looked interesting. She turned onto the unpaved road and drove for at least forty-five minutes before she came to a place she thought would be perfect for her picnic. Purple blooming heather surrounded her on rolling hills. It took her breath away. Taking the basket, her book and the blanket she started to walk looking for a spot that would shelter her from the wind that had come up. She finally found a place that dipped down enough to escape the winds but still showed the glorious views of purple heather and rolling hills. Looking back the way she had come Ella estimated that she was close to half a mile from the car. Felling contented with life she then spread out the blanket setting the basket on one corner and unpacked her lunch. She settled down and took a sip of the water and began to eat her sandwich. She was surprised at how hungry she was and laughed out loud. “Well exercise will do that...make you hungry!” Continuing with her food, she reached for her book and settled down with it.
Not long after finishing her meal, Ella stretched out and continued to read her book, swatting at the occasional fly. It was on medieval customs. Not ten minutes later it fell to the side as Ella dozed off. Not knowing how long she had been asleep Ella suddenly woke up upon hearing the sound of a horse calling over the moors. Her eyes squinted as she woke up fully. Someone was watching her, she could feel it. She looked around only to find that all seemed quiet with the occasional bird calling out.
Still glancing around she finally spotted what looked like a horse and rider at the top of one of the distant hills. Ella blinked several times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The horse was dark and large, even at that distance it was still large. “What the hell? That is one big man sitting on a huge horse! I wonder what he is doing?” As she watched she saw him signal the horse. Horse and rider started down the hill picking up the pace as they neared the bottom.
Ella could only watch in fascination as horse and rider slowly galloped towards her. As he drew closer he reminded her of an ancient warlord, bare chested with what must have been an early tartan type cloth rapped around his upper body and something similar on the lower half. She could see he wore no leggings or foot ware, but it was a warm day. His hair was long and wild flying out behind him as he rode on. To her rising surprise he continued toward her she could now see a claymore and dirk attached at his waist. They were galloping much faster now and that is when she realized they were headed right for her...or more like over her if she didn't get out of the way. She didn't have time to gather her things. She jumped up and ran to the side while he turned the horse and followed. “What the Hell? She cried out as she tried to go in the direction of the car. This was not good, she knew she didn't have any hope in getting anywhere near it before the horseman was on her.
Looking back as she ran Ella could not believe she was going to be accosted by a madman on a horse!. She screamed and kept running. Once he was barely a few feet behind her he bent towards her and with one hand securely on the pommel of his saddle he reached for her with the other. She leaped to the side at the last moment falling as she did. She cursed as she quickly got back up and ran up onto a broad rocky hilltop. He came around cutting her off from the direction she was trying to run. She leaped to the left when he once again went to grab her. This time she was nearly trampled by the horse's hooves. She heard him curse as he reared his horse upwards barely missing her.
Cursing in annoyance he got off and was now coming after her on foot. Ella out of breath and very frightened backed away holding her hands up as if to ward the wild man off. He slowed down making his voice gentle, “ Ní gá cailín bogadh!”,(Lass don't move!) startled she recognized his words were ancient Gaelic but didn't have time to try and translate them.
Not heeding his voice she took another step back, some loose rocks rolled away from her foot. He reached out trying to get her to stop moving. It was too late. She slipped on more rocks and started to go down. Quickly glancing behind she saw she had backed onto a shelf of rock and there was at least a twenty foot drop to a bed of rocks at the bottom. She screamed as she went over the edge desperately trying to grab onto the shelf....her hands slipped and just as she was going down a huge hand grasped her wrist. Legs dangling with all her weight on her wrist Ella cried out in pain. He carefully began pulling her back up enough to then slid her front first back onto the shelf. Her dress caught as she came up ripping her skirt practically in half. He himself had been flat out at the moment he had caught her hand. He pulled her up to a sitting position shifting himself to his knees and looked angrily down at her.
Ella glared up at her captor and suddenly with her free hand walloped him across the face. Still holding onto the girl's wrist the Highlander's blue eyes widened in complete surprise. “Cén fáth tú Spitfire beag!” (Why you little spitfire!) He swore in Gaelic pulled her close and took her by the shoulders shaking her roughly. This only made Ella to try to hit him again shouting, “How dare you chase me all over the moors like game and nearly caused me to be killed! What kind of barbarian are you?” She then tried to escape his grasp before adding furiously, “Let go of me you big brute!”
Rónán stood up still holding onto the struggling girl, well woman. She was no girl that was for sure, but he did find her interesting non the less. Holding her wrists in one huge hand he hauled her to Bryce and took a small piece of rope from the saddle. Holding her hands out and the rest of her behind and under his arm he bound her hands together. She couldn't move much but that didn't stop her from yelling as loud as she possibly could. He cringed as his ears rang! Rónán didn't have a clue as to what she screaming, he'd find out later when they got back to his clan.
He whistled for Bryce his horse to come close again. As soon as the mighty animal drew near Logan swung up onto his back. Ella took that moment to make another run for it. Horse and rider swooped down on the running girl. The Highlander leaned down and grabbed her around the waist putting her struggling body in front of him on the saddle. Once he had her positioned securely between his thighs he noticed that her short dress had been ripped and showed him a good length of her thigh. He liked what he saw and leaned down and growled in Gaelic, “Creidim go mbeidh mé ag éilíonn tú dom féin cailín.”(I believe I will claim you for myself girl.) With that being said he signalled Bryce into a gallop , turning toward the direction he had come from. To Ella's dismay she could see they were headed for a dark area that looked like some kind of ancient forest miles away in the centre of the rolling moors.
A frightened and angry Ella bounced around as she tried to pull away from the man and his heated body. He finally slid his big arm around her midriff and pulled her up against his broad chest. Whether she liked it or not his arm steadied her as they galloped across the rugged land.
