Spitfire Slave

[Kiriel]

Spitfire Slave Closed for Amon-Darknight and Kiriel

The morning sun had just begun to burn off the mists, the intensity of the light an indicator of the heat sure to follow. Already the slave auctions were in full swing, raucous cries echoing from the shady portion of the town where the auctions was situated, bustling with both masters and slave hunters milling about the various enclosures of the bonded.

Attached to one particular pole was a young woman, perhaps 19 years of age or so. Her dark curls hung down to her lower back, tangled but not matted, evidence of her short period in bondage. Garbed in breeches and a shirt, they both showed signs of wear but covered sufficient amounts of body so not to be called rags. Her dark blue-navy eyes smouldered with fury and outrage, even as she sat demurely on the ground.

The sun had not yet worn lines on her fair skin, and work had not ravenged her slender frame. A hand written sign hung just above her reach, declaring "20 Coppers for Unbroken Untouched Dancer-Slave." By those words it was taken as a given she was meant to be some sort of pleasure slave. The young woman did not look at all happy with her current situation, bringing her knees up to her chest and glaring defiantly at passer-byers, no matter how many times her current handler came and spoke sharply to her.

((OOC: This takes place in medieval times, though feel free to add some fantasy if you wish. Because I am new here, any comments or suggestions are most welcome ^^))

 

[amon_darknight]

this sounds interesting to me, if you dont mind, i would like to take the part.

 

[Kiriel]

You're welcome to take any part you wish- buyer, slave, etc. Take your pick.

 

[amon_darknight]

were you looking for only one person to take a role, or multible. I was thinking i was going to free you and kill those that held you a slave and than love and romance. I am not to much into the bondage writing, but what angle were you going for?

 

[Kiriel]

Your angle is fine with me. Sounds lovely ^^. I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to come out of it, more of what to see where it could go, or others ideas for it. One person is my preference, but I didn't want to seem too close minded.

 

[amon_darknight]

ok, so i am going to write a post right now, change this to a closed thread between you and me. By the way, welcome to lit, and i wish you good experiences with your writing.

 

[Kiriel]

I'm not sure of how to change the very top one that everyone sees, my computer seems to be in an annoying mood. Thank you very much, I'm sure I will have a lovely time here. I'll be quiet now so you can post.

 

[amon_darknight]

Striden Foresight

He was called the Arch Angel of death, he has seen many battles and killed thousands of warriors, or so the legend says. They say he has black demonic wings that wreak death and his arms of those of beasts that he has slain and attached to his own body, one arm was that of a Dragons and the other arms was that of a large devil warrior, his body was not covered in clothing and armor like the usual warrior, but it was covered in the skin and scales of beasts and humans he has slain, his teeth were long sharp fangs that would feast off the flesh and blood of the helpless victims, the most feared thing about him was his eyes. Those that have seen the Arch Angel of death and lived to tell about it said his eyes were white like snow, but when he was angered they turned the color blood red and some say they had fire in the holes, but the people that lived to see him, say when he was not angry nor happy, his eyes glowed the color of blue, and people found that strange, but one of the most odd things of this man or demon, was that his hair was not like others, it was made of snakes and tails and other things like that, but they lived on his head. One thing the legends said about this demon was that wherever he went, he left a trail of death behind him.

Striden looked to the pages he wrote and only shook his head as that was the description of him that people has said. The only real accurate thing about this was that he indeed had wings, but never let anyone see them and his eyes did glow red when he was angry and he could make his eyes glow blue if he needed to see in the dark, but him having fire in his eyes was ridiculous. Him being called the Arch Angel of death was another ridiculous thing he read in there, that was his nick name, but that was a long time ago he was called that. He was an elf, but a very rare type of elf, he had the blood of an Angel and that is why he has wings, nothing else though. He never shows them off to anyone and is never comfortable with them, but he has no choice but to have them. He looks down to a puddle of water and looks himself over and he sees his long white hair and than looks and sees how his pointy ears stick straight back, he runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh. He looks down to his body and sees he is not wearing the flesh or scales of demons and humans, he is wearing a black breast plate with a Gorget protecting his neck, the most demonic thing on his body was the blackish sliver skulls he had on his kneecaps on his left arm and on the center of his gorget on his neck. They looked demonic, but were not, he thought they looked cool. His right arm was barely covered with armor, but his left arm was armored and had a small buckler attached to his gauntlet. He carried a Katana, which was very rare to have one, but how he got it is another story, left to be told another time. As he again looked over the description he shook his head, the only reason he was called this is because in his years of life he looked back and saw 2000 years and over the time he has traveled with a small group of warriors like him and they have raided and killed many and his nick name was given to him by his friends. Striden can say he has killed thousands of warriors, but he was not sure, he didn’t like keeping count, to his own accord he was a peaceful man, but he lived with honor and he never broke that honor. With that more of a description of this man, he had tattoos of fire along his body, all up his wrists to his upper arms, he had dragons and demons all over his back and chest, on his shoulders were angels looking down on the dragons and demons, the only reason he had so many tattoos was to cover up the battle scars he had taken. If you looked into his eyes, you could see a lifetime story there, but I don’t want to go into that right now, that tale is also for another time.

Striden walked into this town with his brown cloak drawn over his face and dragging on the ground as he walked. He had left his horse on the outskirts of town and only walked in with his honor. He looked around and saw there was something going on so early in the morning, Striden though it to be a feast where everyone was eating, but as he got closer and saw every thing was that going on, he could already feel his blood boiling. There were some things he just didn’t want to see, and treating a woman badly and doing things against her will bothered him. He slipped into one of his hands a dagger that he concealed and he kept it concealed as he walked and viewed everything that was going on. He saw that they had women attached to poles so that people could buy them, he saw some women were already bought, but one came to his view that he saw didn’t want to be here, something about this women cried out to be free. That was his target of rescue, but where was his target to kill, than he heard a loud voice yell out of buying this slut/slave and Striden made a tight fist through his gauntlet and started to move up to the front. He than read the sign that was posted above her head and he started to push people out of the way very violently, people were than getting the point and they moved out of the way and made comments of how that could be the Arch Angel of Death, they saw the way his eyes glowed red and he made his way to the front and he looked to the man with hatred in his eyes and he gave him a evil smile.

“Justice is upon us, my bitch.”

Those were probably the last words he wanted to hear, but you could barely tell the man with the red eyes and brown cloak moved his arm, but suddenly her current holder fell dead with about 10 daggers stabbed deep in him and Striden only grinned and he leapt up the stage and was on it with no weapons showing, but he threw his cloak to the side and everyone saw that he had a Katana. A few guards ran up to the stage and in an instant they drew their weapons and were prepared to fight, but still the man with the long white hair made no move to draw his sword, he made the motion and pointed to the men behind him.

“Fight with honor, or die by my hatred for those with no compassion or honor.”

The men had fear, but took one step and than suddenly they laid dead with more daggers stuck in the two of them. The three guards that were in front of him yelled out “WIZARD!” but Striden shook his head and than drew his Katana that gleamed with the sunlight and pointed it at them.

“Drop your weapons and run, for I do not wish to fight.”

One of them dropped his sword and he ran away for in the eyes of the man that just killed 3 men with not even an ounce of strength still looked on at these men with his eyes glowing red. Finally when they saw the coward solider was gone, they yelled and charged into combat, but Striden shook his head and with a few quick precise slices and stabs, the two soldiers fell dead. Striden looked to the young women and cut the sign in half and than cut her free. He looked to her and picked her up in his strong arms and he said to her.

“Trust me, you are safe now.”

He than took off running at a very fast pace and was outside of town back on his horse and he had you on the saddle and he was walking the horse to a well-forested area. This all seemed to happen in mere seconds, Striden started to whistle a tune and he didn’t even shed a drop of sweat through that whole time.

“I will not hurt you maiden, for I have my honor, tell me where you want to go and I will take you there and make sure you are safe. I did what I did, cause I didn’t want to see such a young, innocent child get hurt or touched. Now where do you family reside, I am sure they miss you. Lets us be off.”

He never even looked at you; he just went back to walking and whistling his tune.

 

[Kiriel]

((I'll reply tomorrow morning, have to go to bed)

 

[amon_darknight]

OOC

Remember to check your Private Messages, I sent you one. You can find them by clicking on the User CP at the top of the screen.

Amon

 

[Kiriel]

OOC: Thank you kindly, I will right now!

IC


The young woman, better known as Kiriel to those she was aquainted with, heard the words of her current holder opening the bidding for her with dread and rage. The pairing of these two emotions created a standoff of expression, pride battling down her fear and tempering her fury. Her instincts screamed to flee, to hide, to react, to do something instead of merely sitting there semi-obediently.

At the same time her commen sense hurled back that it was far too busy, far too many people, far too many chances of getting caught. And then she would be watched even more closely, something she could not allow and could not tolerate.

Kiriel settled for glowering at the buyers, snarling curses in a mixture of five other languages, found, no doubt, on the docks or in bars, judging from the colorful language exibited in the rather unique suggestions. When the unknown man pushed his way through the crowd and grinned at the auctioneer she paused for a moment, and then fell silent as the scene unfolded.

The deaths she met with barely a blink of an eye, a tiny smile even for the holder's demise. The old Kiriel might have reacted, might have cried out or turned away; but this new one, hardened already from the month she had spent, did not. Another indicator of her altered personality was her calm aura as she set to work on her chains with a lock pick, brushing her dark curls behind her slightly pointed ears.

A muttered obsceneity at the chains was all she said before the sign dropped near her foot, startling her out of her reverie as Striden cut her bonds and lifted her up. Almost too surprised to say anything, and unsure of what to say even if she could form the words, Kiriel fell silent as they ran through the town and she ended up on the horses back.

After a moment of regaining her balence, the young woman attacked the chains about her hands again, though with less attention to this time.

"My family is all dead." She said rather flatly, eyes on the locks. "Though I am not a child, and I suppose not innocent, I thank you for your intervention. My name is Kiriel." At this she rose her gaze to his back, surprised at her numb feelings, her lack of real reaction. Shock, she told herself. Soon you will feel again. "Whats your name?" Kiriel inquired, tilting her head to one side.

 

[amon_darknight]

Striden Foresight

As he walked, he didn’t even bother to look at you, he stopped the horse and than he kept his stare only to your shackles on your wrists.

“Don’t move.”

Those were the only words he spoke, you saw him draw his sword and suddenly saw the glint of light and felt a sudden wind, than your shackles fell off your wrists and he sheathed his sword.

“You don’t need to worry about my name Miss. I am going to get you to the next town and you and I will part and go our separate ways.”

He pulled his brown cloak over his head and he walked the horse again. He was pretty quiet, all he did was whistle that tune again. He looked down the road and saw the open country, he felt the gently breeze hit his face and he only smiled and looked up to the sun. He wished things could be different, he wished there could be peace, but it seemed wherever he went, he had to fight. He looked to his hands and he could see that there was blood stained on them, even though in reality, there was nothing. He couldn’t believe that they called him a Wizard, he was a warrior and he fought with his hands, not with magic.

“I have seen far to many battles and killed to many people, but I guess that is what I am good at.”

The town he was taking her to, was about a three day travel.

“I am sorry for being rude, but my name is not important, I am just a traveling spirit, that is all I am. You look like child, and look very innocent, that is how a young woman like you should be. Kiriel is a lovely name, fits such a beautiful woman, even though very young. What makes you not that innocent, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He still did not look to you, but he only get walking straight.

 

[Kiriel]

Kiriel was about to open her mouth to ask as to why when her bonds dropped abruptly, removing the words from her mouth. The young woman pondered for a moment on the appropriate reply, massaging her wrists gently. The once pale skin on the backs on her hand and lower forearm were red and chafed, evidence of her struggle with those dratted shackles.

"Whether or not your name matters, I would like to know it all the same." The young woman commented, resolving to obtain some sort of lotion for her wrists if at all possible in the next town. "And if we will be parting, it won't harm you to tell me."

While she spoke Kiriel kept her gaze on your back, not necessarily lingering but neither was it a random event that her eyes rested there. The breeze lifted her mass of curls off her neck for a moment, toying with a piece of her hair as if it were a child with a new plaything. The calmness of the forest startled her, so used to bustle and anger in her short time amidst the slavers.

It also saddened her that she had forgotten about the 'real world', as if the holders had accomplished some innane goal by removing her immediate care for the givens of life. A wry smile twisted the corners of her lips up at his words, humorless.

"I am 18 years old, and a great deal older in spirit." Kiriel replied, rolling her shoulders back. "I may appear young and I may seem innocent but looks are incredibly decieving." Her smile gained a flicker of light for a moment as she murmured a "Thank you" in regards to the compliment on her name, before fading once more.

"Being in the care of slavers for at least a month for the most part robs you of your innocence. Any childish fantasys you have about the world being good and that good comes out of evil you realize is so much falsehood it's pointless. While in certain matters I am innocent, in others I am not." Kiriel paused, slightly amazed that her voice was so close to expresionless. "Such as death, killing, brutality..."

 

[amon_darknight]

OOC:

FYI, Lit rules say that you have to have a char of 18 years and older, just to let you know, so no one has to say anything.

 

[amon_darknight]

Striden looked down the road and only shook his head.

“A child compared to me in age my dear Maiden. If you think my name really matters, than my name will be the Wanderer. That is my name, for if you knew what my name was, it would only hurt you. When we get to the town, you will go your way and I will go my way and there will be no looking back.”

He than thought about what you said about innocent and he shook his head again, the last person that told him that they were innocent, they put a dagger through his heart and he only survived because of the Gods, but here he was today still wondering why he was spared.

He remained quiet as you walked down the dirt path, than suddenly he changed the path and lead the horse off the trail and through the dark forest.

“Look Kiriel, be very quiet and think of nothing, this is not a good place to be. But if you do as I say, you will be fine.”

This forest was filled with Ghosts and demons of the sorts, but there only way out was through the thoughts and feelings of others. Striden took a deep breath and he walked into the forest holding the horse by the rope.

“We are going to camp in here, there are few that know these forests like I do, so there will be no one following us. We are going to camp here tonight and set out in the morning.”

He leads you a good deal in, the wind fades to almost nothing, you see dark looking trees and moss covered rocks. It was dead looking and looks like no one travels through here, but the man that saved your life walks fearless through this place.

“Don’t be afraid, for I will protect you till I can get you to the next town, so you can go to wherever it is you go.”

 

[Kiriel]

OOC: Whoops! I was writing something in another window and must not have been paying attention to the age, Kiriel is supposed to be 18. Thanks!

IC:
Kiriel sighed softly, rubbing her wrists absently. "A child in age isn't the same as a true child. Some people never grow up. Others grow up before their time." She remarked, and then shrugged. "Alright, then I'll call you Wanderer then. It really would not do to addres you as 'Hey you' or 'Big guy' or something to that effect."

An eyebrow was raised at your instruction as she shifted, making herself more comfortable on the hard surface of the saddle. "Any suggestions on what I should do then?" Kiriel inquired softly, glancing about her new surroundings.

The forest didn't seem to bother the young woman overly much, probably because she had spent a large portion of her younger years in the mountains in a forested region. The weight of her surroundings, of the darkness and emptyness, may have set the 'old' Kiriel on edge.

But it did not. In fact, she seemed perfectly content with the forest, neither tremendously happy with it or upset. It was a bit disconcerting, to see one who normally embraced change and reacted to behave so rigidly, so oblivious to the world about her.

"I'm perfectly fine, the forests don't scare me. Anything that lives in here can't be horrendously dangerous as long as it's not out to get us, which I doubt anything would be." Kiriel replied quietly, keeping in mind your admonishment to keep quiet. It was most hard for her not to think, to concentrate on nothing; she had attempted it before and done abysmally, much to her Elder's dismay.

A slight smile curved the corner of her lips upward, a bit of humor in a memory of an event long since filed away and left to collect dust in the recesses of her mind. With an effort Kiriel forced the thought away, though the tiny smile lingered even after the memory retreated back to the forgotten parts of her thoughts.

 

[amon_darknight]

He chuckled to himself as he thought to himself that she was not afraid of anything here.

“My dear maiden, you have no idea of the horrors that are in this here forest. Have you ever heard of the Bloodmoon Forest, I know you have, terrible things here happen, if blood is spilled on these grounds. So a battle is something I don’t want to get into, so do not let any thoughts enter your mind, good or bad, just don’t think about anything. We will get through tonight.”

He stopped and started to gather some things off his horse and he looked to you and he handed you something.

“I am going to go and scout around, take this dagger and whistle, if you get into trouble blow the whistle and I will come running, I will not be long. I am also going to gather some wood for fire.”

He started to walk away and he whistled and you heard the cry of a Hawk, than you saw a silver bird fly over head and than Striden was gone from sight.

He walked through the dark forest and he took another deep breath and he cleared his mind. He walked around with his hand on the pommel of his Katana.

“My dear Kiriel, please be safe.”

He again thought about what she said and he knew that there were plenty of things that she would be afraid of and they would be after her if she was not right in the mind. You could think things here in the forest, but if they were of the wrong things, the whole environment would change and would try and kill you for killing the tone of the place. He has seen things from demons to ghosts, to good spirits and bad spirits, he was not worried for he knew that nothing would bother her if she did what he said and she looked like a person that would listen.

“Charlie, scout ahead, I am going to gather fire wood.”

He walked off and heard another cry of a Hawk and he started to collect firewood, he came back with arms full of firewood and he set it down and started to make a fire for the both of you to get warm next to. The area he picked to do this fire was surrounded by boulders and provided a nice wall, there was only one way into this camp, but if they were able to they could get in from the top, but Striden was not worried at all, for he had his faith.

“Are you hungry, or are you getting cold or something? Let me know and I will try to make you comfortable. Still I am only curious as to why you call yourself not so innocent. Are you some kind of Succubus, or did you enjoy what you did back there, I wish to know, but you don’t have to tell me.”

He said that with a smile on his face.

"I am sorry, I dont mean to be an ass, but I am only curious."

 

[Kiriel]

"It's easier said then done." Kiriel muttered under her breath, sliding off of the horse. The young woman accepted the dagger and whistle, tucking the latter into a pocket in her breeches, while keeping the former in her hand. "I never thought we wouldn't. And I doubt I will have to." Her reply was louder this time, though not overly so.

If she seemed arrogant by her dismissal of the forest's dangers, it was due to Kiriel's state of denied shock. The rapid change of surroundings and newly found freedom had intoxicated the girl, and given her similar symptoms of a drunkard in the means that she did not react to situations as she normally would. Emotions that Kiriel would usually merely ignore she shoved out of her system entirely, and fear happened to be one of them.

Once she had watched you depart into the forest she ran a finger over the glimmering, lethal surface of the dagger. Kiriel took a cursory glance about their temporary shelter, and then began to stretch out her legs which were woefully cramped from her previous sitting positions.

Upon your return to the camp Kiriel sat down near the pile of kindling, now rubbing her theighs and calves in an effort to awaken the muscles that did not have a job for a few days. She considered the question for a pause before replying.

“I am hungry, though not all that cold. As for everything else I’m alright, thank you though. Food is all I would like this very moment.” Again Kiriel paused before continuing. “I’m not quite sure what you mean by a ‘Succubus’, or exactly what you are referring to in ‘doing back there’. Innocence can be lost, it can be retained, or it can be taken. When you family is brutally murdered, your father’s head split open with an axe and your mother raped repeatedly all before your very eyes, I can’t see how you would retain any image or trace of innocence.” Her voice was relatively calm, though her face held no expression, save for the jumbled mess in her gaze. “And then going through unspeakable horror being sold, being someone’s property, not owning yourself and having no one to do anything about it doesn’t help the situation.” Kiriel’s tone took on emphasis at certain words, turning her gaze to you, as if assessing your reaction.

“How could anyone be ‘innocent’ after that? How could one still believe the world cared and was good? How?”

 

[amon_darknight]

He took everything she said to his mind.

“I can see now why you call yourself not so innocent, I am sorry to hear about the loss of your family. I should not have said what I did, I express my deepest apologizes, if I could, I would find your families killers. But I don’t know if I can find them now.”

He goes and takes something out of his sack and he starts to set up something over the fire, you than see he has meat and it smells wonderful.

“Dinner will be ready in a little bit, I have rabbit here and in the container in my bag I have some stew, so we will have rabbit and stew. Is that ok with you Gorgeous?”

He whistled that tune still as he prepared things, the fire was roaring and soon the air was filled with the scent of roasted rabbit with seasonings, the night sky was beautiful and awe struck, the sky was filled with stars and had a gentle breeze that filled the air. The forest was terribly silent and only Striden’s whistle could be heard, along with the roar of the fire and the sounds the horse was making.

“Can you tell me what they made you do as a slave, I would like to know, if you don’t mind. I am curious, but if the pain is to much, than you don’t have to.”

He than went back to his whistling and he sat back and only stared to the fire. He drew a dagger from his gauntlet and you saw it was giving off a glow of white as he sharpened it on a stone.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, for remember I wont even tell you my name. So if you don’t want to talk, than that is fine, I am used to the silence. For I travel alone.”

He now looked to you. His eyes took in every part of your body, your dark long hair, your enchanting eyes, your full lips, your big firm breasts, but when he saw he was looking there, he shook his head and turned his gaze back to the fire and was blushing. He had hoped you didn’t notice.

 

[Kiriel]

Kiriel chuckled, the sound harsh and grating. "Even if you found them, I would request that you didn't. As far as I know, I am the last surviving heir of my entire family, and therefore it is my duty to dispatch of the killers." She replied lightly, though a spark of revenge had flared in her eyes.

"Fine with me." The 'gorgeous' title Kiriel merely smiled at, resting her shoulders against the cold surface of the wall. Usually the young woman didn't enjoy silence overly much, and today was no different. She was relieved, therefore, when you spoke again, as she had no idea of what to say previously.

"Pain is not something I'm feeling right now, so I don't mind. And you told me a name I could address you as, which is enough. They soon learned after my capture that I was a dancer- and not some sort of slut but a true dancer-performer, and that I was a virgin." Kiriel's smile turned slightly bitter, though her tone was still, for the most part, calm. "Other girls in bondage with me who had the misfortune of not being untouched were used repeatedly, but they had decided to leave me be in that aspect."

Kiriel bent her upper body to her legs, still stretching. "You see, I am not cooperative when I don't wish to be. While I responded to the whip, as they said, extremely rebellious slaves generally do not bring in much. They also agreed that while my figure was decent enough, I was too slight to attract too many buyers. Because they decided to not train me and just to get rid of me as soon as possible, for the most part they didn't bother me. They bothered the others, which was worse to watch."

The young woman didn't notice your gaze on her face and endowments, as her eyes were focused on anything but you as she spoke. When she had finished answering Kiriel moved her gaze to you, and though she noticed the blush, she didn't connect it with herself.

While many had told her that she had a pretty face, she was still rather short and, being proportionate to this height, did not have overly large breasts, though neither were they very small. Her neck was slender and long, and her fingers were delicate, but other then that, she found herself in appearence satisfactory, but not beautiful, and therefore never created the bridge between your blush and herself.

 

[amon_darknight]

He did not look at you much after he knew you noticed the blush.

“I am sorry, I was not looking where you thought I was. At least you didn’t get raped or anything like that, I don’t think women should be treated like that. There was something about you, that I saw that was different than the other girls, the others looked like they wanted it, but you had a cry for help look on your face and I answered your prayers…”

Just than you hear loud footsteps running towards you and Striden stands up and he tells you to get down, he draws his sword and he walks behind a stone and than the figure is visible and now speaking a name.

“Striden Foresight, are you here?”

Soon Striden’s sword was at the throat of the man so it looked.

Striden: “What are you doing here?”
Man: “I have been sent word that there is a bounty on your head for kidnapping a woman and they have sent assassins after you, something about a Pasha’s Tookin’s guild. So is the Angel of Death going to kill the entire guild?”
Striden: “Do you have to say that so loud, that was a long time ago and the only reason I joined your little guild of heroes is because my dumb friend made me, I care not if his guild is coming after me, they wont find me and I am going to the next town to drop off this woman and get her to safety. Now go and return to the guild and don’t bother me.”
Man: “Sorry, Striden.”

The man runs off and disappears through the darkness. Striden shakes his head and kicks the dirt.

“Damn him, told them not to look for me.”

He was upset cause he knows everyone knows the stories of the Angel of Death and his clan of killers.

“I am sorry, let me introduce myself. I am Striden Foresight, known to many as the Angel of Death, but I am nothing like the descriptions you have read, they are lies.”

He sits down and looks to you.

“Can you show me how you dance, I would like to see. I am sure you have plenty of talent, I am curious to see how a Goddess like you dances.”

He chuckled to himself as he looked to your eyes, and he smiles at you.

"And yes I think you have very beautiful assets there, but nothing like your eyes."

 

[Kiriel]

Kiriel glanced over at him, surprised. "I didn't think you were looking at me at all." She fell silent for a moment before continuing. "And I'm...very grateful that you did rescue me. Some of the woman were so badly absued the believed that that's all that kept them alive, so they just hoped to be given to a master that wasn't quite so harsh..."

Nodding she ducks her head and huddles up next to one of the boulders, out of view. Kiriel listens carefully to the conversation, making a note of the information given and filing it away for future reference.

The massacre of the guild had reached her villige far in the North only in pieces, and many never associated the Angel of Death with the murder. The assasains from the guild she marked and remembered, almost snorting when she heard the kidnapping part. The slavers had kidnapped her; Striden had rescued her.

The thought of having him hunted for saving her would have upset and annoyed her, but she had seen how he had handled the others. He clearly needed no help, and in fact she felt rather bad for the assasains- they were trying to exact vengence from the wrong person, and may lose limbs because of it.

She looks up at the now named man, smiling slightly. "I'm Kiriel DeCarna. Pleasure to meet you. I've only heard of the Angel of Death in stories to little children, and therefore I'm sure much of it is exageration and lies."

Kiriel rose and nodded, tieing her hair back with a thong she had found somewhere. "I'll dance for you. Is there any particular dance or sort of dance you'd like to see? I am in your debt because you rescued me, and since I have no money, the dance would be a beginning to paying back the debt."

A blush tinged her cheeks pink at your last comment, meeting your gaze with hers. "Thank you." She murmured, smiling fully. Done with her stretching she felt far more warm and limber, still twisting her torso though, still getting ready to dance.

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked to her and smiled.

“I don’t want to force you to do anything against your will, I just want to see a sexy dance, but if you don’t want to than you do not have to.”

He was thinking about what he was asking her and than he slapped himself.

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t ask you to do this. This is what you did with the people that bought you. I am sorry.”

He rolled out a large bed roll and he looked to you.

“Go ahead and lie down and get some rest, don’t worry, no one will find us here, and if they do, than they will be dealing with me. Most of the things you read in the stories are not true yes, but they are all based on the truth, I have killed a lot of people, some deserved it and some didn’t, but at this time now, I am different, I don’t follow that life anymore, I am a good person.”

He gazed into your eyes and thought it would be nice to cuddle next to you and to kiss you, but he would never ask that of her.

“I am sorry for making you feel uncomfortable, you don’t owe me anything, what I did was something out of fate. It is good to know that a beautiful goddess like yourself is safe and that I can say I know one."

A vision flashed in my mind of him and her kissing and soon making love, it was hot and it brought his manhood to attention, he awoke from the vision and he knew he was hard, he hid his erection from you and blushed.

 

[Kiriel]

She chuckled, shaking her head. "I am not a goddess. Goddesses don't become slaves, or have to worry about anything. They don't have to worry about dying, or pain, or horrors. I'm just Kiriel." Kiriel considered his request for a moment, and then caught sight of her erection.

Much as she had despised the slavers unability to leave their state of constant arousal, Kiriel didn't mind his...in fact she wondered what he was thinking of, until she stopped her train of thought.

"I promised you a dance, and if a sexy dance is what you want, then I will. These aren't my best, I warn you- I trained as a serious dancer, and preferred to stay away from these. But I do know a few nonetheless."

It wasn't her favorite sort of dance, nor was it her favorite place to perform the dance-but it would do. She owed something to this man, whether he aknowledged it or not. Kiriel hadn't performed a dance more then once for her captors, and therefore few of the dances held less then pleasent memories.

Settling on a dance that wasn't quite openly sexual, but none the less sensual, Kiriel stood still for a moment, trying to immagine the music. A strain of a long since heard song wafted on the breeze and she caught it, and began languid movements of her wrists and hips.

The dances history lay in a courtship to the wind, a long since forgotten myth to many. The young woman closed her eyes to better visualize what to do, and added a flick of her wrist there, a twirl of her fingetips here.

The movements grew slowly, from mere finger motions to her wrists and elbows, to her shoulders and neck and down to her hips. Kiriel stepped forward, then stepped back abruptly, spinning once around on the ball of her foot before stopping.

Her actions ceased their abrupt natures and became from more sensual, beckoning, teasing, hinting at what might be given later. The masses of her curls blew out behind her, becoming a curtain of rippling waves that followed her movements. Kiriel spun again, for longer, and lifted her hands to the sky, then dropped them and continued to add movements and emphasise.

By now she had forgotten she was being watched and danced only for the times she couldn't, the motions invested with emotions and laden with memory, making it intoxicating to watch.

 

[amon_darknight]

He watched her move and he could sense that she was not there really, she was off in her own place and he stood up and turned his back to her.

“Stop this at once, I do not wish to see this. I did not think about this enough, this is what you did as a slave and you are a free person now. You shouldn’t have to do anything like that for as long as you live. I am sorry for asking you to do something of that nature.”

He than took a few steps away and he sat down still with his back to you.

“And there is no pay back for what I did for you. It is done and in the past now, why don’t you get some rest, we have a lot of ground to cover in the morning.”

He twirled his white glowing dagger between his fingers as he wondered what would be the next coming events through the days traveling beside you. He kept thinking of making love to you for some odd reason and the thought was getting to him, he wanted those thoughts out of his mind. But she was so beautiful and enchanting, he wanted to be with her forever, but did not want to say anything.

“Maybe we should leave earlier so we can get you to town faster.”

He wanted to get rid of her so his feelings would not grow for her. She was so filled talent and grace he wished he could watch her dance forever, but he didn’t want to force her to do something she did not feel right about. She was very good at the arts of dancing and could probably become quite a warrior with her speed and grace, but she did not have the warriors blood in her, he than was thinking of the assassins that were after the two of them and it didn’t comfort him, he did not want to put her in any kind of danger.

“So why don’t you tell me a little about yourself.”

He turned himself around and looked to her magnificent body again and especially to her ample breasts and enchanting eyes.

“Beau….tiful..”

It was like he was in a trance, he saw her stripping naked in his mind and was getting quite turned on, he didn’t know why he was thinking of her in this fashion, but it was turning him on, maybe this was a bad idea.