Barbarian Lust(PM to Join)

[AngelofDeath]

ooc: Was watching a very bad b-movie from the 80s; the Barbarian Brothers with David and Peter Paul-twin meatheads. Got to thinking I really hadn't seen a dark ages thread like this so I figure i have the time why the hell not.

Name: Princess Larna
Age: 18
Hair: golden blonde
Eyes: deep blue like the ocean
Body: Busy but she is strong like most barbarian women even if she is considered a princess amongst her father's people.
Other: Larna is a like most barbarian women in that she does love to fight as much as the men and feel that her man must be strong and willing to fight for her attentions.

She often goes riding across the open lands by herslef much to her father's worry. She is strong but could be taken over by a group of men.

 

[blackopal19]

ooc

Name: Gabriel
age: 18
hair: dark brunette
eyes: br
body: slim and lithe

history: She's a bit thinner and smaller, and less strong than most of her peers, so she is considered a lower member of the tribe, an outcast. But she has spunk and attitude. Since she isnt' considered strong enough to be a warrior she is delegated to keep care of the horses. She's often out in the field trailing the herd or in the tribes stable taking care of the war horses.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Name: Eric
Age: 30
Hair: brown, and like a long mane down his back(to about midback).
Eyes: Violet
Body: Large and well honed, like a body builder. He has red tattoos of serpents covering most of his body.
Other: A strong brutish looking warrior, Eric's massive size (6'6") hides a keen intellect that has won the day on many an occasion(kind of acts in an advisory role with the tribe.) Feared by men, and loved by women he possesses an unsatiable lust for battle and sex.

 

[JokerWild]

Name: Drac
Age: 20
Hair: Long dreads
Eyes: Hazel
Body: 6'4, 220 lbs, very muscular. Africanamerican male.
Other: He loves nothing more than a good battle, the angrier he is the more dangerous he gets, which makes him a perfect warrior and a fearsome opponet. To the ladies he's a more than good lover...just too rough, the hornier he is well the more women he seeks to have fun with.

 

[blackopal19]

Gabriel moved quickly across the well worn path that led to the main stables. It was a cool morning, but promised to get hotter, so she had chosen to wear a loose loincloth and a simple peice of the softest material across my chest tied tightly. It allowed for the maximum amount of freedom of movement, something essential for working with the unpredictable and sometimes aggressive warhorses that the warriors favored.

 

[Demos Straxus]

I stepped into the new day, glorying in the slight warmth of the sun. Most of my comrades were still drunk from last night feasting, but I had remained sober so that I might attend to the work of the day. Mainly scouting to the north where there had been reports of raiders into our territory. I wore a simple loin cloth for now, my muscles bulging beneath the dragon tattoos that adorned me as I moved towards the stables.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Lorna yawned and dropped down from the upper level of the stables, a femine hand still dangling from the edge. She streched and looked over the horses, before selecting a large stallion.

Not bothering with saddle or gear she kicked him into a gallop and took off for the plains. Her hair flying behind her.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Eric watched the princess ride off and shook his head. She was a feisty one, that much was abundently clear.

 

[blackopal19]

Gabriel stopped short and gasped as she saw Lorna charging from the stables on the back of a stallion. She frowned...if she wasn't the daughter of the chief....she swore to herself. Lorna's wild charge had probably scattered the mares and foals that were allowed to roam freely. No matter. Gabriel decided she would care and feed the remaining stallions, before heading out to see where the rest of the herd had spent the night.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Eric stepped into the stable, soon after the smaller woman. Glancing around, he spotted her, and spoke.

"I need a horse, woman. I have work to do."

 

[blackopal19]

Woman.

Gabriel sighed. These warriors were all alike. But she put on a pleasant smile and stepped out around from the big bay she had been grooming.

"You're in luck then. This bay is aching to go out."

I patted the horse on it's neck before giving Eric another smile. Turning she quickly had the horse bridled, with a riding pad upon it's back. In no time at all, she was leading the frisky stallion down the center of the stable towards the waiting warrior.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Eric watched her lead the horse out, admiring her Far more than the horse. Her shapely well built legs, and almost gangly(for a barbarian) appearence. Forcing his gaze from her, he ran a hand along the head, oberving how it reacted. It didn't shy, but nor did it press in.

"He will do."

He spoke, his eyes shifting to her again, and a tighness appearing in his loincloth.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Lorna slowled the stallion to ta trot as they left the walls of the city. Soon they were in the plains. Looking around she msiled. She loved being alone. Though it made her father want to marry her off. Which of course would lead to her killing her husband.

No man would just claim her.

 

[blackopal19]

She watched as he tested the animal and smiled in releif as it met his standards. She remembered one day when a warrior had felt his mount weak. Her bruises took more than a month to heal.

"Good. I expect him in fine shape when you return."

As she spoke her eyes glimpsed over the presure agaisnt his loincloth. She merely smiled demurely, and turned to return to her work, but making sure she swayed her hips as she walked, knowing her own deep red loincloth left little to the imagination.

 

[JokerWild]

Drac yawned lazily, he slept under the trees last night after a small feast, he drunk ale as if it were water. Getting used to having hangovers, the throbbing in his head was a familar feeling that he made himself get used to. As he rose he looked around, seeing Gabrial he got up and started to walk over.

He wore a simple lioncloth, there were teeth from animals that he had killed that he wore around his neck, several scars ran deep across his chest and back. As he approached the stable he looked around, he had no need for a horse, only something to eat or drink. "Hey...where's my food?" he yelled to her, he knew she was nothing more than a caretaker to the horses but still to him a woman should always cook for a barbarian man.

 

[blackopal19]

Gabriel heard the shout as she stepped aay from the bay stallion. Hardening her look a bit, she turned in midstride

"Get yourself to the cooking wenches if you require food. I'm busy here."

Her shout had disturbed some of the horses in the stable, and now there was the sounds of stamping feet and impatient nickers from them.

Well so much for having a peacefull morning.

 

[JokerWild]

Drac laughed, he walked towards one of the horses slapping the animal's rump with his large hand, it neighed loudly starting to get frightened. "Stable wench...cooking wench...all the same...three holes to fuck two tits to suck on." he said laughing at his own joke.

There was one thing he liked about Gaberil was she spoke her mind unlike several of the barbarian women, it was as if once you ravaged them sexually they were yours to command. But Gaberil was like many of the wild horses she attended to, she had to be broken and it would take a tough person to do so. Drac watched as she walked tended to another horse, he walked behind her pushing his semihard cock which was covered by a long lioncloth, none the less she could feel it against her ass.

"So are you going to get my food or not?" he said breathing in the smell of her hair as he stood behind her.

 

[blackopal19]

She tried to ignore his antics, feeling sorry for the horse he slapped. As she walked, she silenty drew a short blade hidden in a pile of leather equipment.

Gabriel tensed as she felt Drac behind press behind her. She shook her head before twisting her slim body around to face him, the short blade held agaisnt his throat.

"It would be wise to step back."

She made her voice feirce, eyes hardened.

 

[JokerWild]

"It would be wise to step back." Drac was suprised when she turned around holding a blade to his neck...surprised and pissed. He stared back at her his eyes blank, he showed no fear nor any anger though it was flowing through his viens right now. "You're a small girl holding a knife..." he said looking at the blade.

He continued to look at her the pressure of the blade was on his neck, if he moved it would cut him, but he wasn't scared of being cut. "Firey...I like that...but you still didn't answer my question. Are you going to get my food or not?" said Drac laughing as he backed up a few steps. He continued to stare at her though his anger begining to show in his eyes.

((Blackopal you might wanna change your chr's age to 18 to keep things legal )

 

[blackopal19]

Anger showed in her own eyes. It had been a while since a warrior had been so forthcoming. Even after he backed a few steps away she held the knife pointed.

"Unless you need a horse, you should leave."

Gabriel spoke slowly, defiantly. Although her hand was steady, her chest rose quickly as she tried to calm herself.

"I have work to do."

(ooc didn't even t hink of that! it's changed)

 

[Demos Straxus]

A voice spoke behind the two.

"She does indeed. My horse is about to bolt from your antics Drac."

Eric stroked the horse, which was on the verge of panic from the dark one's actions. His voice had been laden with annoyance. Far too many of these fools thought they could simply walk in and take what they wished.

 

[JokerWild]

Drac turned around to look at Eric, he smirked and looked back at Gabriel and winked at her. "Enjoy the feast brother?" yawned Drac. Adoption among barbarians were common, if you proved yourself than no matter the skin color, height or weight you were considered kin.

But he and Eric ways were different, Drac was a pyscho in combat usually taking his opponets head or limb when he won. He and Eric never battled, he knew Eric and himself had fought for the same cause, survival of the tribe they were in and nothing more. They both killed their share of men and animals, and many of the warriors in their tribe and other tribes knew they were a force to be reckoned with.

He looked at the frantic horse, clicking his tongue a few times and looking the horse in the eyes made it calm down a little. Drac looked around and yawned again. "Where were you off to?" said Drac, he saw no hunting spears or broad swords on the warrior so he was a little lost.

 

[blackopal19]

Gabriel saw her chance to melt away in the shadows of the stable. As the men talked she stepped back, quietly tucking the short blade into the band of her loincloth.

Once she made a half circle from them, and out of arm's reach from either, she dared to speak, directing to Eric.

"Shall you require a quieter mount?"

 

[Demos Straxus]

"Enjoy the feast brother?"

"A testament to foolishness. It never ceases to amaze me how some of our tribe overindulge. We should be fortifying our defences."

"Where were you off to?"

"There were some rumors of raiders to the north. I had thought to do some scouting of the area."

Eric rans his hand along his mount's back, gently petting him.

"Shall you require a quieter mount?"

Eric quirked a smile at the statement, not sure if she had meant it as a comeon, but deciding to treat it as such.

"I could always use a good mount."

He chuckled mildy at his humor.

 

[blackopal19]

Gabriels eyes narrowed as she heard the obvious tones in Erics reply. And she had thought him the nicer of the two.

"Then you shan't find one here."

She looks back at both men and shakes her head.

"Lorna is out riding today. If there is anything out there she'll probably see it and report back in."

It was still early and most of the village was not up yet. And she was already behind in her chores, thanks to these two warriors.