RedHairedandFriendly
Too much red on Red?
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The morning dawn stirred Talia from her slumber, she stretched and felt her body aching. She wondered if her body was supposed to feel that of a 30 year old, instead of the young 19 that she was. She had worn skirts and danced with the finest in the land, and now she laid beneath a canvas covering. Tossing the covers from her, she used the water in the basin to cleanse her body.
She smelled of the arousal from her dream last night. Talia had awaken with her hand across her breasts and the name of her enemy on her lips. She scrubbed her sex, hard, wanting to cleanse the feel of him resting upon it, from her memory. Talia had never lain with a man, but within her dreams, she felt the Prince of Alleutia inside her, driving her body. Then just as suddenly her dream would shift to a black void, then she would awaken. Beads of sweat on her skin, and the scent of the moisture between her legs reaching up to her.
Feeling her body was finally washed of him, Talia took the long linen straps and bound her breasts. Though all the men, knew she was a woman, Calab and her both agreed that temptation during war, was to high, and so she hid her features as best she could.
She grabbed her breeches and pulled them up. They snugly curved around her thighs and over her rump, but this couldn't be disguised. She had cuffed Calab's ears when he suggested she stuff a roll of bandages into her crotch. Instead to help with the effect, she had pulled her knife and hacked her hair, now it was trying to grow back. Soft waves and curls attempted to show her beauty, and she was often seen with a black scarf keeping the tuffs of hair from showing.
Talia grabbed her vest and slipped it on, her arm, didn't sting as much, so she removed the bandage and headed off to find Calab.
She saw her friend huddled with the other men. They saw her approaching and moved off to give her room. "Are we ready?" She asked them. Calab noticed her arm and pulled his knife from his scabbard. "Not now you fool. Clean it first!" She watched as he headed off to do as she had bid him. Muttering how foolish her beliefs were, but relenting to do her will.
"Are we ready?" She asked again.
Her answer was quickly given by another one of the loyal men, "Yes, we are prepared. The "Golden Noble" won't be here, but some of his best men will be." She watched as maps were pulled and spots were pointed at.
"I think we should wait."
Talia turned to Calab, "Why?" She was curious as to why her friend would go against the majority.
"Young Tim, didn't return last night." He looked deep into Talia's eyes, hoping she would see the wisdom in his words. However, he knew the hate in her heart had won again.
Talia glared at Calab, then back to the others, "What do all of you think? Do we attack tonight or wait and let them pick through us even more?" The men rallied around Talia, and Calab feared that if something or someone didn't stop her, soon her heart would be as black as her fathers.
"We go tonight!" Talia turned and moved away, Calab followed. Sitting down on a broken trunk of a tree, she bit her lip as Calab used his knife to cut away the strings that had kept her skin closed. "I know you believe I'm not thinking straight." Her voice sounded disappointing even to herself.
"Your Highness," Calab began, tired of the same message he tried to press into her. "I can not tell you what to do, only advise you. Your heart burns to kill this man, and it clouds your senses. I fear, my friend, that your father's heart beats hard inside you and your mother's is losing the battle to keep it pure."
Talia, jumped to her feet and pushed Calab from her. The stitches removed, she looked down at him, "Good! It is this black heart that will kill the bastard and then our lives will return to the way they were!" She stormed off, anger coursing through her veins, no longer would she cower to any man. Including the Prince of Alleutia.
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Night came quickly, Talia signaled for the men to slowly circle the camp. They had not seen any signs of being noticed, even Calab had begun to sense that the raid would be a success. Birds cooed and called to each other, small mating sounds, each one to the unknown would think it just the heat of passion between to courting animals, but to the soldiers of Tristian, they were signals of movement.
Quietly they moved closer. Beads of sweat raised on Talia's brow, slid down her cheek and dropped onto her chest. She could feel the heat of her body, the binding surrounding her breasts, keeping them down. Her hair was secured beneath her black scarf. She knew that without a close inspection, she looked like a man, now she just needed to fight like one. She had learned and trained, and was confident in her ability. Curling her hand around the hilt of her sword she made the signal to advance.
Each soldier slid into place, everything was going smoothly. It was at that moment, that she heard it. A sound that didn't belong in the night. A slick sound of steel being pulled from its sheath. Spinning around she witnessed the death of her friend, Calab. Soon chaos reigned around her.
She smelled of the arousal from her dream last night. Talia had awaken with her hand across her breasts and the name of her enemy on her lips. She scrubbed her sex, hard, wanting to cleanse the feel of him resting upon it, from her memory. Talia had never lain with a man, but within her dreams, she felt the Prince of Alleutia inside her, driving her body. Then just as suddenly her dream would shift to a black void, then she would awaken. Beads of sweat on her skin, and the scent of the moisture between her legs reaching up to her.
Feeling her body was finally washed of him, Talia took the long linen straps and bound her breasts. Though all the men, knew she was a woman, Calab and her both agreed that temptation during war, was to high, and so she hid her features as best she could.
She grabbed her breeches and pulled them up. They snugly curved around her thighs and over her rump, but this couldn't be disguised. She had cuffed Calab's ears when he suggested she stuff a roll of bandages into her crotch. Instead to help with the effect, she had pulled her knife and hacked her hair, now it was trying to grow back. Soft waves and curls attempted to show her beauty, and she was often seen with a black scarf keeping the tuffs of hair from showing.
Talia grabbed her vest and slipped it on, her arm, didn't sting as much, so she removed the bandage and headed off to find Calab.
She saw her friend huddled with the other men. They saw her approaching and moved off to give her room. "Are we ready?" She asked them. Calab noticed her arm and pulled his knife from his scabbard. "Not now you fool. Clean it first!" She watched as he headed off to do as she had bid him. Muttering how foolish her beliefs were, but relenting to do her will.
"Are we ready?" She asked again.
Her answer was quickly given by another one of the loyal men, "Yes, we are prepared. The "Golden Noble" won't be here, but some of his best men will be." She watched as maps were pulled and spots were pointed at.
"I think we should wait."
Talia turned to Calab, "Why?" She was curious as to why her friend would go against the majority.
"Young Tim, didn't return last night." He looked deep into Talia's eyes, hoping she would see the wisdom in his words. However, he knew the hate in her heart had won again.
Talia glared at Calab, then back to the others, "What do all of you think? Do we attack tonight or wait and let them pick through us even more?" The men rallied around Talia, and Calab feared that if something or someone didn't stop her, soon her heart would be as black as her fathers.
"We go tonight!" Talia turned and moved away, Calab followed. Sitting down on a broken trunk of a tree, she bit her lip as Calab used his knife to cut away the strings that had kept her skin closed. "I know you believe I'm not thinking straight." Her voice sounded disappointing even to herself.
"Your Highness," Calab began, tired of the same message he tried to press into her. "I can not tell you what to do, only advise you. Your heart burns to kill this man, and it clouds your senses. I fear, my friend, that your father's heart beats hard inside you and your mother's is losing the battle to keep it pure."
Talia, jumped to her feet and pushed Calab from her. The stitches removed, she looked down at him, "Good! It is this black heart that will kill the bastard and then our lives will return to the way they were!" She stormed off, anger coursing through her veins, no longer would she cower to any man. Including the Prince of Alleutia.
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Night came quickly, Talia signaled for the men to slowly circle the camp. They had not seen any signs of being noticed, even Calab had begun to sense that the raid would be a success. Birds cooed and called to each other, small mating sounds, each one to the unknown would think it just the heat of passion between to courting animals, but to the soldiers of Tristian, they were signals of movement.
Quietly they moved closer. Beads of sweat raised on Talia's brow, slid down her cheek and dropped onto her chest. She could feel the heat of her body, the binding surrounding her breasts, keeping them down. Her hair was secured beneath her black scarf. She knew that without a close inspection, she looked like a man, now she just needed to fight like one. She had learned and trained, and was confident in her ability. Curling her hand around the hilt of her sword she made the signal to advance.
Each soldier slid into place, everything was going smoothly. It was at that moment, that she heard it. A sound that didn't belong in the night. A slick sound of steel being pulled from its sheath. Spinning around she witnessed the death of her friend, Calab. Soon chaos reigned around her.