Amazon village (Open)

[Tigerjaw]

(I need someone to take the role of Princess Alana. Also Amazons including the Amazon Queen. There can even be openings for a man or 2 the Amazons have captured earlier.)

The siege

Falk felt defeat in the air. His troops was demoralised and King Othar Drakori slained together with Queen Matilfa. "Regroup." He shouted to the nearby soldiers. As one they gathered around him, prepared for the onslaught. The trail of dead bodies reached all the way in to the throne room where the Drakorian forces was making their last stand.

Falk heard a soft sobbing behind him and turned to see young Princess Alana sitting under her fathers throne. He felt a flicker of hope as he saw her. He thought she had perished with the rest of her family. It would not all be lost if he could save her. She was only 19 years old with her whole life in front of her.

Falk himself was a 37 year old veteran. He had lived a long and eventful life. He had been a soldier all of his life. He knew of no other way to live. He was taller and more muscular than most of his men. None of them bested him in combat. Armed or unarmed. His hair was cut short as was standard in the Draconian army and black like the night. His eyes was grey like an approaching storm when he got angry.

The sobs from the Princess make up his mind. He walks over to her in long strides. "Come Princess." He says with an unusual gentle tone for one in his size and offers her his hand. "I will get you to safety." With pleading eyes Princess Alana takes his hand and he helps her to her feet.

Falk turns to his men. "Hold out as long as you can. Your lives can be what saves the Princess.." His voice turns into a roar. "Fight until you can fight no more and then in your dying breath fight them some more." He turns and leaves with Alana through a hidden backdoor, not to look back.

Two days later

Falk rode into Amazon land. Princess Alana sat slumped in the saddle in front of him. They where both exhausted but kept on riding. It had only been hours since the raiders had stopped pursuing them. They where wise. they stopped before entering the dangerous domain of the fierce female warriors called Amazons.

Falk and Alana did not have the luxary to turn around. It was either facing the direct threat the raiders posed or the potential threat from Amazons they might not see.

Finally Falk halts the horse and helps Alana down. She falls down in an exhausted heap. Falk sits down beside her. His intention was keeping watch but 2 days without sleep had it's cost. Soon his eyelids closed and he fell into a deep sleep.

When Falk awoke again he was desoriented. He was not where he was when he accidently fell asleep. Instead he was bound to a pole in a big camp. Everywhere he looked he saw women. Most of them armed with swords, spears and bows. His own broadsword was of course missing. He curses. Somehow he was in the middle of an Amazon camp and where was the Princess?

 

[flithymind]

Name: Allyd Chamberlain
Age: 23
Description: http://www.britishbattles.com/images/ticonderoga/british-foot-soldier.jpg

Allyd had been separated from his infanty division several days ago after a long-running battle.

Dazed and confused he ran, hoping to catch them up, until becoming hopelessly lost. When he had wandered into the nearby forest, looking for a place to shelter for the night, he had not anticipated stumbling across a large and very angry Amazon tribe...

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Im interested in this. May I post a reply a little later when I have more time?

 

[blackopal19]

Name: Alyssa
age: 20
descript: about 5ft5, 32C, athletic looking and strong, but still has the soft curves of womanhood. Has Long light brown hair, that falls in curls down to nearly her waist, with light hazel eyes.

IC


Alyssa felt the excitement of her village. She wasn't part of the party who had broguht in the newest of the prisoners, a man and woman, but the rumors had spread fast and like others she had to go to the village center in order to see those who had been bound to the prisoner stakes.

She wore a bikini styled top, made from the softest yellow buckskin, with decorative shells sewn on. She had a matching breechcloth that just barely hid the fine curves of her rear. She had a dagger strapped to her upper arm and a bow slung across her back.

No, she was not like other amazons in her village. She was slimmer, and a bit on the small side, but her skill with the bow was legendary. And she knew the fine art of healing and caring for the superb horses that her tribe bred or captured.

She stopped short when she saw the man tied. She grinned as he struggled a bit. After all, where would he go once he was free? Later she would find the girl, but for now he was entertaining to watch.

 

[Tigerjaw]

(Everyone is welcome. Just post away This thread will be what we make of it.)

IC

Falk struggled to get free from his ties. Even his superior strength could not lessen the tight rope his hands was tied with. He was stricken with worries about his princess. He suspected that she would be treated better than he was. She was a woman afterall. He had heard tales of how the amazons treated their male prisoners. It was enough to chill his blood.

He stopped trying to get free when he saw a young woman that seemed very interrested to see him try and fail. Humiliated he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again he saw that she was still there. He showed his teeth in a grimace. Was this how it would be he thought? Being the entertainment of the amazon village.

 

[flithymind]

Chamberlain awoke slowly. His head felt like it was jammed with wadding, thick and heavy - and throbbing with banging pain.

He could feel sharp pain in his forehead and at the base of his skull - like he had been hit with a sledgehammer... twice.

He tried to lift his hand to his sore forehead but found his hands tied fast. He struggled but it was useless.

He was bound to a heavy, horizontal stake, weighed heavily at both ends with large boulders. He blinked his eyes open slowly, painfully - squinting into the darkness of what appeared to be a small hut or tent - and looked around.

He brushed his head against his forearm, feeling a bandage wound tightly around his wounded head. Wherever he was they knew how to tend an injury at least.

Looking around at what was around him, he figured he must be in some medics tent - but whose? His belongings, pack and provisions were neatly stacked on the far side of the room, but his musket was gone.

Who were these people? Clearly not friendly, or else why was he tied? And was it them that had cold-cocked him, knocking him unconscious.

Rather than waste his strength on further fruitless struggle, he decided to wait for someone to appear - so he could find out more... he hoped.

 

[impish_pixie]

Alana

Name: Princess Alana
Age: 19
Description: A 5’7” figure with gentle curves, green eyes, and honey blonde hair falling down her back in a single plait that nearly reaches her thigh.
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Alana paced her cell, for the one-hundredth time pulled on the primitive door, and found it was still locked. She resisted the urge to bang on the door and scream for release. No help was coming, there was no freedom in sight.

To be fair her cell was in fact a locked bedroom with sensibly designed but comfortable furniture and her captors had not been unkind. She fell asleep in the woods next to Falk and awoke in a soft bed. They bathed her despite her still groggy insistence she could do it herself. The strange sensations the firm but gentle hands of the women stirred in her she attributed to the stress and fatigue of the past few days, the hard journey, the loss of her parents, and the destruction of their country. The Amazon women fed her generously and asked her many questions while she ate. She answered as well as she could while they answered none of hers. All she really wanted to know was what happened to Falk, but they were nearly silent. They would only confirm that he still lived.

 

[showdolly]

YAY! I'm in, totally in!

I'd like to claim the role of the Amazon Queen... but am late for fixing dinner and will be back in a cuople hours to post an OOC intro! DIBS!

 

[blackopal19]

Alyssa smirked as she saw him grimace in her direction. More like a growl. No matter. The Queen would decide what to do with him.

She dissapeared but in a moment came back with a primitive bucket and a fine cloth. She walked right up to him without any fear. The more he struggled the tighter the rope would get. She knelt and dipped the cloth into the bucket which contained cool spring water. Gently she ran the wet cloth agaisnt his forhead, cleaning the dirt and sweat and blood from his face.

His face was ruggedly handsome, she had to give him that. Tenderly she traced his chin with her fingertips. It had been so long since she had seen a man before. All male children were taken away at birth...and only through captives were any men allowed into the village.

"It appears you were not as wise as those who pursued you into our lands."

 

[showdolly]

Name: Queen Adolla
Age: 24
Description:
Tall at 5'10" with med-large breasts (approx a modern C, or slightly larger), small waist and perfect abs leading to the fine, taught curves of her womanhood. Toned and deeply tanned, a result of the outdoor activities common of the tribe.
(Hope you don't mind, but I really liked this description - exactly what was in my mind!)

She wore a bikini styled top, made from the softest yellow buckskin, with decorative shells sewn on. She had a matching breechcloth that just barely hid the fine curves of her rear.

The Queen's wardrobe was much the same as the rest of the women, with the exception that her own cloths were tanned for longer and thus a darker shade. Her own breechcloth wrapped tightly around her hips, tying on one side so that the leg on that side was completely exposed along the outer edge, all the way to the hip. Her own top covered enough for modesty's sake, but was revealing enough to differ her from the rest of the women.
Her own hair was long and straight, also brown, and she kept it out of her hair with a single clip above each ear. Her eyes a piercing green, they were said to look through to the very soul of a man.

Men were not allowed in the village, unless they were captives. As a youth, the now-queen had been exposed to many horrible atrocities, and decided upon her induction to royalty that she would have none of it - unless it was her doing the doling of it. In reality, she didn't give much of the abuse, but often let her tribal women have their way with prisoners.

She'd received urgent notice of the captor of the warrior, and had ordered his wounds tended before having him bound in solitary confinement in the infirmary. She would see to him soon, and the women knew that in the meantime, they could each have their own way with him as they chose. The other captors - the girl and her protector, Queen Adolla scoffed at that thought as she'd been told they'd been found sleeping - these were the ones on her mind right now.
The man had been bound in the center of the settlement, as was procedure, so that he could have his wounds tended and be on display for the tribe. (The soldier's wounds had been more serious, as the protector of the girl had been sleeping and he had not. This was the reason he was stored in the infirmary itself.) For now, her curiosity was with the girl.... Her warriors had told her that the girl might be royalty, and Queen Adolla had made sure that they gave her extra special treatment. All women were handled with care here, but if this one was royalty then something was amiss in the kingdom, and Queen Adolla's interest had been piqued.

She surrounded herself with her usual entourage of warriors, serving girls, and other tribals, and entered the holding chamber.

 

[impish_pixie]

Alana

Alana assumed the tall woman was the Queen of the Amazons, it wasn’t the thronging entourage that gave it away, it was her proud and dignified bearing, the air of command that the woman brought with her when she entered the chamber. Alana rose to her feet, she has been treated well, like a guest not a prisoner, therefore courtly manners dictated she behave as guest. She stood patiently while the queen curiously looked at her from across the chamber, and the members of her entourage filled the room and found their places. When all seemed nearly quiet, she moved to stand before the queen.

She was a princess of the blood, of an ancient royal line; she showed no fear and she bowed to no one.

She swept a graceful curtsy before the noble queen. Her hands held the folds of her long green gown and her knee bent nearly to the floor but her back remained perfectly straight and her eyes never left the queen’s noble face. She did not bow, she did not yield but she did not challenge.

“You Majesty” Alana said clearly and loud enough to be heard by all. “I, Princess Alana Drakori, thank you for the generous hospitality you and your people have bestowed upon me.”

Her words spoken, she rose from her curtsy and stood before the Queen.

 

[showdolly]

sorry, got booted....

Adolla looked the girl up and down, assessing her intentions and pondering the girl's own thoughts and fears. With men, she could stare into their eyes long enough that their face would reveal their hidden secrets. With a woman, especially one not of her own following, it was a little harder to discern.
She watched as the girl curtsied, taking in her looks now. Thin and fit, yes she most definately was royalty, dressed in that gown. She had an aura of authority - a leader, most definately. She had the eyes of a queen and the body of a goddess. As long as she didn't revolt - run nor attack - she would be safe here.

“You Majesty” Alana said clearly and loud enough to be heard by all. “I, Princess Alana Drakori, thank you for the generous hospitality you and your people have bestowed upon me.”

The queen was only slightly taken aback by the girl's tone and volume, and only for a split second. Of course she was the princess, and of course she would speak in such a way. The women of the tribe would never boast such a tone, nor volume, but this was no woman of the tribe.
"Yes, yes. Of course." The queen waved off the girl's gratitude, and paced around the girl, still considering as to the thoughts behind the strong, outward appearance and trying to assess if the princess had even the slightest bit of fear. She waited on that single, slight twitch that the princess hid very well, but nonetheless had been there.

"I am Adolla, queen of the tribe which has captured and rescued you. Asleep, in the woods, my warriors found you with a man - probably one you trust. Trust no man, Princess Alana." She'd addressed her by her formal title, having first conveyed her command of the situation, and now her knowledge and respect for the girl's position of royalty. "You will stay here, with us, for a time, until it is safe for you. If you will lend yourself to the ways in which we live and work, you will not be harmed. Fight against me, in any way, or try to escape or free your guide, and I will no longer offer my protection. That goes for the ways of the woods, and the men around, and my own tribe always has permission to do with captors what they wish. I hope we understand eachother."
She haulted her pacings as she came to face the girl, looking deep into her eyes with her own only inches away from the princess, searching not her soul - but for the intentions of the almost-prisoner.

 

[jabels]

Jack
Age: 21
Appearance: Shaggy black hair and emerald green eyes. A Thief by trade i'm 6'1" and muscular.

I quickly slip into the camp unnoticed. "Now what have we here." i say to myself as i look into a tent and see a sleeping soldier tied like a pig over a spit. "Now isn't thata a sight." I smile and keep moving. I head towards the largest hut. That which i assume to be the queens and i quickly slip inside the massive domicile. I sneak through the rooms looking for anything worth taking. I approach the dining room and see the queen having dinner with her entourage and what appears to be an outsider. I quickly slip into the queen's chambers and start looking for anything that i could hock for a decent amount.

 

[impish_pixie]

Alana

Alana stands regally straight under the Queen’s continued inspection, but when the experienced monarch stops to look into her eyes she sees the flicker of apprehension and indecision. The emotions are quickly snuffed and when the princess replies her tone is gracious and respectful.

“Your Majesty, if you and your warriors have rescued me than I am in your debt. You have fed and sheltered me, given me a sanctuary when I was likely to suffer a most horrifying fate before I died. I am grateful to have been spared what I would have suffered at their hands. As your guest, I would owe my allegiance and be honor bound to respect your wishes as if they were commands. I could do no less, and still owe you much more. You would find me to be a respectful guest; eager to learn from my hosts and have a loyal ally in the future when I have regained what is mine by right of birth.”

The princess takes a deep breath before she continues, and while to the Queen’s entourage, the princess’s tone remains courteous and her manner unchanged, Adolla’s keen eyes notice she attempting to mask her anxiety.

“However, Your Majesty, if we are to remain as your captives, I would prefer to take my servant and face the perils outside your domain.”

 

[flithymind]

(OOC: Sorry, but I'm away now until Monday. Still around for a few more hours today, but didn't want you waiting around for me - back for more on Monday!)

 

[showdolly]

The queen spins on one heel, away from the girl's gaze, and resumes her circular pace around the princess. "Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm...." She is thinking, knowing that the girl is a little out of her comfort zone, and observing how well she is keeping it together and out of the sight of any but an eye as keen as her own. She decides to let the girl in on her own theories about life - and most especially, men.

"Let me tell you, Princess, about how the world outside the castle works. Men are fiends, caring only about their own carnal and impulsive desires, and nothing for the women they abuse and molest. A man knows nothing of a woman's mind, knows nothing of a woman's body, knows nothing of a woman's soul. Passionate and seemingly caring in the beginnings, a man will turn on a woman as soon as he is able, using her for whatever means he sees fit. NEVER - " The queen whirls from the girl's side to only fractions of an inch in front of her face, their noses almost touching. "Never have I happened upon a man any different, and never do I expect to do so." She glared at the princess, not finished with her lecture, but wanting to be certain that the girl first understood her words, and second was taking in what her own position in the tribe might be - under the queen, for sure.

She backed away slowly, not taking her eyes from the princess immediately, and then did so as she again traced her circular path. "Your servant, the one we found sleeping, he seems to care for you, or he'd have let you die. I will treat him decently; I will provide him covering - not something men are allowed here regularly - and food and water, and maybe even shelter if he behaves himself. I will do all of this - for you - on a condition. You will stay here with us, relinquishing your reign as princess until such time as is appropriate for us to assist you in regaining your kingdom. Then, we shall remain allies as you say. Should you try to run, or resist our lifestyle here, I will take your punishments to your servant. If you try to fight us, or help him in his own attempts to escape, you will become our prisoner, and treated as such."

The queen stopped in front of the girl, her tone softer now. "I don't wish that, at all. I wish for you to dine with us, at my own side, and make merry with us. I will allow you brief visits with your servant, which my own girls will observe, and we shall all be happy if you both cooperate." She approaced the girl once more, not as close this time, and extended her hand. "Do we have a deal, Princess Alana?"

 

[Tigerjaw]

Falk Stared stared at the young amazon as she cleaned his face. This was the first friendly amazon he had seen in his life. His experience dealing with them told him that they where manhaters. He just wondered how they could breed when they thought so little of men. He sensed that this particular amazon was curious of him and her hands was gentle as she finished cleaning of his dirt and blood.

"It appears you were not as wise as those who pursued you into our lands." He was surprised that she spoke to him. The first words that he heard from any of the amazons.

Falk growled a little. His thoughts where of his princess. Was she safe? Was she alive? His eyes looked hard at the young woman.

"The girl i travelled with. Where are she? Is she unharmed?" The amazon could hear the worry and pain in his voice. His duty was to protect the princess and he had failed miserably.

 

[blackopal19]

Her eyes hardened as the man spoke to her. What was he? A servant to the girl?

"She is no longer your concern."

He was the first man in the village in many years. She had hear d of the tales..the coupling of partners...but it was a mystery to her. But yet she would not touch this one, not untill the queen permitted it.

He growled. She had to admire his spirit, if nothing else.

 

[Tigerjaw]

Falk relaxed a little at her words. He was still worrie but now he was almost sure she was alive. He sagged back at the pole slightly. His eyes don't waver from the amazon. Damn it if he should show weakness in front of a woman. It would even be worse than in front of a man.

His lips turm up in a arrogant smile. He had no idea what they planned to do with him. Kill him or torture him. Maybe both. He would not give in. He was a proud man.

"If i find out that your peaple have harmed her there is nothing that will stop my wraith to be unleashed over this village." His voice was strong and sincere, but he knew his threat was empty. He was no threat to anyone as long as he was tied up like a dog.

 

[impish_pixie]

Alana

With very little outward change of her mien or manner, Alana relaxes as the Amazon Queen speaks. The Princess meant what she said, she would rather leave and take her chances than stay as a prisoner. However, she was relived to hear the queen propose an alternative.

"Do we have a deal, Princess Alana?"

Alan was surprised by how abruptly the negotiations were concluded, but knew she should not be. She was in no position to negotiate, and the Queen had no real need to, she already had all the power. Yet, the Queen had made concessions. They were made to make it easier for for the princess to swallow the bitter pill of captivity. Alana saw the Queen’s test; only an arrogant, self-indulgent fool would refuse her offer. Alana saw it is one thing to be strong but another to be inflexible. The Queen had proven both her strength and her flexibility, now it was the princess’s turn.

She took Queen Adolla’s hand in her own, “”We have a deal, Queen Adolla. I will abide by rule and would be honored to sit at your table.”

“Your Majesty, the offer you extend is most gracious and your requirements are all in the best interest of you kingdom. I can make no objections to them. You have asked me to live among your people, that is no less than any good guest would do. But as you have made it a specific request, I will give the task additional effort”. With a little smile, Alana wondered how her skills of calligraphy and weaving would fit among an impressive race of warrior women.

“I will need to speak to my servant soon; the minor stipulations of your generous hospitality must be made clear to him, so that he makes no error. He is an honorable man and I do not believe he will break his word once it is given. He could have left me to die. He could have traded me for his own safety. Instead he led me here, to the one place where I might find shelter although he could expect none for himself, for that reason alone I would be willing to accept punishment for his sins but I do not believe that will be necessary .“ Alana hopes she is not wrong about the man.

 

[showdolly]

OC: Dinner time and I will return in a couple of hours!

The queen snapped her fingers twice, then paused, then twice again. Two of the amazons came to her, one on each side, and she gave her orders. To the first, "Ready our guest for dinner, and take her to the hall. Seat her beside me, and do her no harm. She is to be served the same meals as I, and to be treated with respect by all tribals." To the second, "Go, find Alyssa. Certainly she is attending to the servant of the princess. Tell her of our deal, and have her find the man covering before she brings him to the table. He is to dine with us as well, provided he understands the agreement between myself and his princess. Seat him as his behavior provides - if he is a gentleman, he may sit beside his companion. If he gently resists for a time, he sits at the end of the table. If he runs, or takes any assaultive action toward any of us, bare him and tie him to the pole again - deny his dinner."

Adolla looked over her shoulder, searching the princess' face for signs that she saw how this graded instruction would fit their agreement. Satisfied that the princess was content enough, she left to see about their other prisoner in the infirmary. He would not dine with them, oh no - he had been armed, heavily, and had fought against the women in the beginning. She would see to his demeanor and intentions before deciding his fate.
Passing the guarded women at the entrance to the chamber of the princess, she made a motion with her hands that Alana did not understand. The precious Princess Alana would soon understand a bit more about the ways of these women who lived without... men.

 

[blackopal19]

"Such harsh words from a man who is lucky to be alive."

Tsk.Tsk. Didn't he understand that he was their captive, and could not make his own demands?

She stood as she saw one of the queens servants approach. The servant motioned towards the man, speaking only in the native tongue of the Amazons. Alyssa nodded in understanding, before kneeling once more beside the bound captive.

"It seems the Queen has looked upon you with good fortune. You are to be freed from this pole on the condition of your behavior...try to run and you shall not see the rising of another sun. Not to mention your pretty little princess. You are to be found a shelter, but first you are to clean up and join them for dinner."

She deftly took the dagger from her arm and slit the ropes off his wrists.

 

[impish_pixie]

Alana

Princess Alana listened with interest as the Queen gave the orders to her servants. She could find no fault with them; they were more than fair to Falk and she hoped that he would have sense enough to obey until she could tell him how the situation stood.

Their meeting at an end, Princess Alana again graced Her Majesty with a formal curtsy but this time as she stood she also offered the stunning a Queen a smile. It was an apprehensive smile, not marred by the lack of courage but made shaky by the fear of rebuff. Princess Alana wasn’t sure the Queen even noticed her smile but she wasn’t concerned, there would be time enough for her to prove she meant to keep her word, and actions would carry more weight than a simple smile.

Alana watched the servants as they hurried about their business but her mind was on other things, she took a seat by the window and allowed her mind to drift as the action took place around her. She thought of Falk, he was brave and strong when he had an enemy to strike at but if that was the only type of strength had he would suffer for it. They had ridden for two days straight, killing his great war mount and nearly killing her beloved hunting mount. The flexibility of her horse had kept them alive, if Falk was too much like his own steed… She shook her head. He would understand. She had done everything she could to help him; the rest may be up to him.

Her honor was the only thing she had left, the only thing she had that was truly hers, if he sullied it, it was her wrath he needed to fear, not Queen Adolla's.

 

[showdolly]

Adolla checked on the man in the infirmary, but he was out cold - again. She motioned to one of the ladies to bring him some cold water, both to revive him and then to drink. They'd have to watch that one - if he died they'd have a lesser chance of using him to repopulate. (Well they had to do it SOMEhow didn't they??)

The tribal arrived with the water, and Adolla voiced further instruction. "Once he's had his water, strip him of every last garment of clothing. When he awakens, he should know why he's here."
The tribe had a few women designated as the mothers - those who would purposefully get pregnant, using whatever captives they found or means they had outside of the town's perimeter. They'd perfected their ways, and each woman knew when she was fertile... and when she was not. The Queen herself had some medical issues of a sort. She'd never opened herself to a medical examiner - would never think of such a thing - and only knew that she didn't have the monthly uncleanliness that most of the others had. This was, in part, why she'd been such a great candidate for queen from adolescence.

She left the building, and as she did she was told of a theif caught outside the eatery tent. "Have him bound, gagged, and fed only vegetables for three days. If anyone would have their way with him, they may. Tie him on the back side of camp, out of sight of our fair princess and her companion. And strip him down. Adolla grinned - she loved saying that.
Now was the time to eat, and she entered the eatery tent and took her place at the head table, next to the princess, whose companion had obviously lent himself to her rules as he was seated beside the girl. Adolla kissed Princess Alana on the cheek as she sat.

"I trust you will enjoy your meal, my princess, and soon you shall have your desserts." Adolla wondered what the young princess might think she meant....

 

[jabels]

Jack whirled around at the sound of feet and tried in vain to find somewhere to hide. He finally gave up and stood defeated in the middle of the room knowing he couldn't hope to fight his way out. Two amazons walk in and quickly grab him. "You won't have a problem with me miss i'll quietly." He says as they bind him. They toss him in a cell and he leans against the wall. Sometime later the guards return and grab him and quickly drag him to an upraised pole on the other side of the village. The quickly cut his clothes and tie him to the pole. He stands there naked against the pole as one of the guards feeds him a plate full of vegetables. "Hey got any thing edible?" he asks spitting out the vegetables. They keep feeding him and he eats what they give him fearing they won't feed him at all. Night falls and he leans his head against the post.