Swords Sex and Sorcery (IC thread)

[Bronda]

Lilianne

Lilianne would have felt sorry for the supercilious elf, had he not been such a racist bigot. She clapped Luskan on the shoulder as he headed off to the bar after re-entering the tavern.

She sat back at the table again with Catriona. “Phew! What kind of a demented country have we come to, Catriona??”, she said, smiling. “I only wanted to relax with a drink!”

Luskan rejoined them at the table and examined the sword left behind by the elf. "Feh low quality item decorated to look good, this thing couldn't cut the hide of a pig let alone an elf, should still fetch a few coins or crafting materials", he concluded.

“Aye, sure enough we could get a decent price for that I'd say”, Lilliane replied with a glint in her eye. Then suddenly a hairy creature interjected and made a warming to the dark elf about starting fights. “Hmpf!”, Lilianne huffed at the hairy fellow as he returned to another table. She shook her head and shrugged to her two companions.

Just then a barmaid arrived at the table and asked Lilianne and Catriona for their orders, explaining that Luskan had already paid up. Lilianne gave a look to Catriona, as if to say “we're on to a good thing here!”. She nodded politely like a noble lady, “very generous of you, sir!”, she said, and gave her order to the barmaid. Salmon with herbs and potatoes, always her favourite. And another pint of ale for good measure.

She began to think again about the possibility of doing business with the dark elf. But she decided that now wasn't the best time to bring it up. Best to just let things settle. She decided she would try to stay close to these two, and broach the subject tomorrow.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn was delighted when both of her new friends accepted her offer, even though Sarina declined the meal. Her company would be welcome, nonetheless. Bronwyn guessed that maybe she had no appetite for pheasant. To each their own.

She truly felt regret that Rook had no chance to relax. Maybe he'd get some peace by her fire later. No drunks were invited, so the three of them ought to have some time to get to know each other in peaceful companionship. She breathed a sigh of relief when the Drow wisely managed to resolve the altercation without too much violence or disruption. Bronwyn thought for sure that the crowd was only waiting to gang up on the Drow. The tension was thick in the air and she thought for sure that Rook would have a real problem on his hands. She thought the crowd would turn to a mob.

But as it turned out, apparently the haughty elf noble whelp was even more disliked by this crowd than the Drow. Still, two disruptions in so short a time let her know that this was a rowdy place, and anything could happen. It would be wise to gain some friends to help in case anything worse occurred.

When it was all over, she sat back down and waited for Rook and Sarina to return. To her surprise, Sarina brought back another drink. "No need to say you owe me for this." she said. "Well, I'm grateful though. Thanks." Bronwyn replied.

She watched, interested, as Sarina gently massaged Rook's temples, helping him to relax. Her two new friends were very different kinds of people to look at; Sarina with her beautiful wings and purring soft voice that Bronwyn thought she could listen to all night and not get tired of hearing it. And then there was Rook, completely covered in fur, with horns and that strange gauntlet he wore. He was interesting, intriguing even. He seemed to have a certain magnetism about him that appealed to Bronwyn on some level. But it seemed that Sarina had plans for him later. Bronwyn didn't want to interfere, but if Sarina changed her mind, she wouldn't mind spending some time getting to know him better. Maybe Sarina could be persuaded to share.

Her musing was broken when Sarina told her about a good camping spot. "That sounds like just what I'm looking for, Sarina! When you're ready to leave, you could show me where it is. And as I said, if you change your mind, that space in my tent is still available. I got a deal on a campaign tent from some surplus dealer in Broceliande when they cut the size of their army. It's like my home in the wilds now, wherever I go."

 

[kittenofdeath]

Rook welcomed Sarinas fingers, silently shifting his chair closer to her and leaning in slightly so she could have an easier time of it, the skin around his horns had always been sensitive, and massaging it himself had always felt nice, but her chilled digits were so much better that they didn’t even compare. He didn’t quite realize when it had happened, but sometime by the end of Sarina’s suggestion to Bronwyn, Rooks armoured hand found its way on to her thigh, though the gauntlet stopped him from feeling the lovely chill her body had.

“If we leave now, we can probably get it up by the time the sun is finished setting” He suggested, not very enthusiastic about hanging around the bar after such a crappy day “Then you won’t have to try and stumble around in the dark to get it done later.”

 

[subAngel87]

Sarina trembled at the feel of his armored hand against her thigh, compleatly surprised she let her eyes fall to his hand, instincatevly she purred softly enjoying the feel of anothers touch. She let her fingers continue to work and massage his sencative skin moving slightly closer to Rook her fingers slid from around his goes and worked through his fur a little then back.

Smiling lightly a bit of dread creeping through her body at the thought of being out in the light even before it finished setting, biting her lower lip her wings shifted uneasily, she knew she wouldn't beable to help Bronwyn. The touch of sunlight against her skin would bring pain like none other a painful death that would be she let the words play around in her mind as she listened to Rook it was obvious he wasn't thrilled about staying at the bar any longer and couldn't help but agree, he had to leave her and Bronwyn many times because of a fights.

Arching her back she stretched her body her sopping wet shirt making her skin itch as she reeked of the smell of alcohol "actualy before before I do anything I need to find a trader that holds clothing" she glanced down at her black shirt. Scrapping her teeth against her lower lip she looked at both of them "gotta love the drunks they'll just dump their drinks on your head" she couldn't help the small snicker that escaped her lips "either of you know where a shop decent shop is, I've noticed they like to over charge" she let her hands fall from Rooks temples. Reaching over she grabbed her cloak, with a quick flip of her wrist she had it around her shoulders. great at this rate I'll be using the river to wash she pulled her seemingly to large cloak closed at the front, nimble fingers hooked and closed the clasp, the deep emerald green gem shimmered. A soft sigh passed her lips as she stood letting her cloak fall to meet the heals of her boots against the ground her katana already in place from earlier. Sarina slipped her hands out the front of her cloak and pulled the hood up letting it barley cover her head, but she knew if she dropped her head forward it would fall and hide her face and skin in darkness.

Her warm gaze setterled on Bronwyn and her soft lips parted "if you head towar the thicket a few miles out like you came in, a little path in the woods about a mile down the road will come up take that road and there's a small clearing it's a bit close to the river so you might want to pitch your tent closer to the woods edge, I'm not sure how the tides of the river flows here" Sarina leaned her back against the wall her piercing blue eyes stood out from beneath her cloak, gently she kicked her foot out letting her chair slide forward and waited for her companions.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn agreed with Rook’s assessment of the time and tilted back her tankard, downing her mead in one long draught. She knew she’d feel some of the effects of it later, her human side making alcoholic consumption more ‘interesting’ than if she had been fully elven. That’s what made it worthwhile, she thought to herself. “That’s a good idea, Rook. I’ll need to care for my horses too, and those birds will need time to cook.”

Sarina told her where to find the little clearing by the river, and Bronwyn figured she could locate it without any trouble. “Sarina, if you don’t find a suitable clothier or anything you care to wear, I have a couple spare sets of clothes that should fit you, more or less.” she said, casting a glance at Sarina’s pretty wings. “As I said, I appreciate what you did for me. Parting with a blouse or tunic is about the least I could do to show my thanks. You’d be more than welcome.”

Bronwyn arose from her seat and adjusted her falchion on her hip, using the movement to test herself to make sure she was steady enough on her feet. Then glancing at her two companions, she said, “Shall we go then?”

 

[Bronda]

Lilianne

Lilianne excused herself from the table so she could pop outside for a smoke.

Outside the half-tent tavern she lit up her pipe and puffed some smoke into the darkening sky.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Rook slowly pulled himself to his feet, he was sad that Sarina wouldn’t be accompanying them immediately, his skin was already getting lonely without her chill fingers “Aye, lets go” he said “It’ll take longer to put up the tent now that someone” he shot an obviously faked look of disappointment at Sarina “won’t be helping…” he held the faked mask of disappointment as long as he could, but it didn’t last more than a second or two “you’re lucky your good with your hands” he said with a joking smirk.

“Now let’s be off” he said as he started towards the door, mirth returning to his voice as he paused by Bronwyn, putting an arm around her and pulling her closer “You grab your horses, and I’ll get us a bottle of something to toast with dinner, how does some red wine sound?”

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn flashed an enticing smile at Rook as he suggested wine with dinner. She regretted that Sarina had other plans, but maybe it was a stroke of luck for her. Besides, she hoped the beautiful pale one would meet up with them later. Right now, she had to admit that she was eager to see the little camp site that Sarina had described.

She nodded to Rook, "That sounds great, Rook. I'll wait for you just outside, okay?" She threaded her way through the bar patrons to the exit and stepped out to untie Fortune and Glory, replacing the feedbags back into the pack on the mule. Gathering the reins and the lead to the mule in one hand, she stood waiting for Rook, glancing at the sun to estimate that she had about an hour or less left before the sun would sink below the trees and the shadows would grow long.

She noticed the human woman who she'd seen sitting with the dark elf earlier, smoking a pipe, and offered a friendly nod in her direction. As she waited, she calculated in her mind how long the birds would take to roast. Thinking she might get a head start on things, she tied off the reins and lead rope to her belt and reached up on her saddle horn to get one of the birds that were tied by a thong on their feet. She was about to begin plucking the feathers when Rook emerged to join her. She hung the bird back on the saddle horn and smiled brightly to him in greeting. The two set off side by side in the direction Sarina had mentioned.

"It's a shame about Sarina, but I'll just have to keep you company until she can join us again." she purred with a slight smirk, feeling the effects of the mead in the slight lessening of her normal shyness.

 

[subAngel87]

Sarina couldn't help but bow her head with a shamefully look on her face but one of laughter in the depth of her icy blue eyes, lifting her hand she gently slid her fingers across his cheek, her touch was tender and she leaned toward him kissing his cheek. Sarina fallowed them out she knew even it would take some time to find and most animals were out, taking the opposite way she wandered deep into the further she got the stronger the scent of blood got. Sarina stopped in her tracks her cold gaze falling over the airs she had been out long enough and finally found a trader with what she needed.

Silently she wandered if Rook and Bronwyn had made it safely some inside didn't settle with her right. A sharp sting laced through her side as a knife flew by grazing her flesh, turning swiftly she has lost most of her conscious thoughts as she became surrounded by the scent of freshly spilt blood. Sarina found nothing or no one shrugging it off she pulled her cloak from around her slender frame her wings spread as she took to the sky, blood still trickled down her side but to her it was seemingly nothing serious, the clear air above gave her a better grip as she made her way over the camp where Bronwyn and Rook were to be. Finding a safe spot in the shadows she slowly let herself fall from the sky.

Standing by the lake she sewn they had gotten the camp up for the night her back turned but still in view she slipped her problem top off, the cut had started at her lower back cutting deep first the shallow, sarina slid her back against a tree her breast now exposed. lifting her knees to her chest she unlaced her boots and rest her chin against her knees what made me freez back there, I don't even know but there's something there I'm not even comfortable with, and the cut had I not Angeles my body perfect it could be worse Sarina stood stepping out of her boots taking off an inch or so from her height, she stood at a mear 5", her long locks fell across her shoulders covering her firm breast and she slipped her hands to unfasten her pants and decited against it. She took her other shirt and slid it on hiding the open wound, her bare feet were light against the earth and she was silent as she stepped to take her spot by the fire looking from Rook to Bronwyn she dropped her eyes hopping no evidence of her wound showed on her creamy skin "sorry it took so long, I ran into a bit of a mess, she shrugged her shoulders and lifted her eyes to meet Rooks

 

[kittenofdeath]

Rook blushed slightly beneath his fur as Sarina kissed his cheek, but none could see it, the only sign was the way his tail coiled around her leg for the brief moment before they both had to move. He headed to the bar and picked up some drinks, as well as some glasses, and quickly wrapped them up inside a pack that was behind the counter before going out to meet Bronwyn.

As he stepped from the bars door he bumped in to someone “Ah, I’m sorry, I should have been paying more attention” he said to the brown haired girl whose smoking he had interrupted, then quickly continued on to where Bronwyn was tending to her horses so the two of them could set off.

“Oh please, you sell yourself short” he said, putting his arm around her again as the two of them walked to where Sarina had told them about “I’m sure the two of us will get on like a house on fire, regardless of whether or not our little winged friend gets back.”

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn liked the feel of Rook's arm around her waist. It made her feel accepted and wanted, desired even. She stepped a little closer to him, walking so that her hip frequently bumped his softly as they made their way to the campsite. The evening was looking up, she thought.

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Just less than an hour later, the tent set up, the fire going, pheasants on a spit, and the horse and mule bedded down for the night, Bronwyn was just enjoying a glass of wine, cozying up next to Rook's leg. She sat on the ground just in front of the log he sat upon, having just scooted back there after turning the birds on the spit, and looked up at him, studying his face. He was....interesting. In this world, there were all sorts of people, and each came with their own looks. She was used to humans and elves, but she supposed Rook was pretty handsome in his way too. He was good company, and that mattered more to her than appearances anyhow.

"I'm glad you came, Rook. This is a perfect spot, and I'm glad Sarina told me about it. She was right; it suits my need for seclusion perfectly, but it could be lonely too." she said as she caressed his leg gently. "I wonder when she will be joining us. I hope she is alright."

Just then she glanced over Rook's shoulder to see Sarina emerging from the shadows. "Sorry it took so long. I ran into a bit of a mess."

Bronwyn stood as she watched Sarina come over to Rook, looking into his eyes. Suddenly she felt a little awkward again. These two had a connection she was not a part of. She turned back to the roasting pheasants to give them a moment of privacy.

 

[Bronda]

Lilianne felt some tension melting from her body as she savoured the smoke from her pipe. Just then, a half-elf female emerged from the tent tavern. She gave a friendly nod to Lilianne. It took Lilianne a moment to respond as she was taken aback by the half-elf's stunning blue-green eyes and her beautiful, delicate elven face. As Bronwyn walked away towards the horses, Lilianne began to cough repeatedly. She realised then she had been holding her breath as she'd been gazing at the half-elf.

The hairy fellow who had come over to talk to the dark elf earlier then suddenly bumped into Lilianne as he left the tavern. “Ah, I’m sorry, I should have been paying more attention”, he said. Lilianne opened her mouth to give a polite reply but the fellow had already hurried to the horses to join Bronwyn.

As she watched to two strangers set off she found herself watching them with a sense of longing. Those piercing blue-green eyes had left a mark.

Lilianne looked back into the tavern to see if the food had arrived.

 

[subAngel87]

Seeing the awkwardness in Bronwyn movements Sarina bowed her head slowly she rose from where she had taken her seat an politely excused herself, ther bright cherry color in her lips had began to fade.

Sarina stretched as she made he way toward the woods her long silver hair swaying with each step and a ligh breez tussled her locks, disappearing into the woods she felt at home listening to the call of the wild sarina wondered deeper into the woods passing a cave that she could hear waters running through and in.

Sarina reached down feeling for her blades and realized she had left them at the camp with Bronwyn and Rook, a hint of unease showed in her movements, sighing softly she stepped out on the bank of the river her feet still bare she laughed softly wandering when she had become accustom and felt safe around those two. Sitting Dow with her back against the tree she was in many ways excused but in others verry much awake, sarina let her thoughts return to the camp I wish I didn't make Bronwyn uneasy when I'm around but it seems I do just like most others a half hearted smile touched her lips as she finally leaned her head back relaxing enough to let her eye lids drift closed appearing as I she has fallen asleep but untruth she was simply enjoying the night

 

[kittenofdeath]

Rooks long and bushy tail coiled affectionately around Bronwyn’s side whenever she came back from the fire to sit against his leg, that tail of his always did have a mind of its own, even if it was doing exactly what he wanted it to do at the moment. The feel of her, cozy against his leg, the rapidly cooling night air sending a nice chill though him, the mouth-watering smell of the roasting meat, it was all turning out to be quite… intimate, between the two of them, he liked it.

But then there was another smell in the air, one he couldn’t quite place over the food “She’ll be fine, what’s the matter” he added in a joking tone, ignoring the growing scent “My company not enough for you?”

"Sorry it took so long. I ran into a bit of a mess."

Rook turned to greet Sarina as she approached, but once he realised it was her that the scent was coming from, he knew exactly what it was “What’s wrong?” he asked, his face showing his concern as he stood up, practically towering over her “why can I smell blood on you?”

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn watched Sarina head off into the woods alone, just after Rook asked her what was wrong. It didn't make sense for her to leave so suddenly, she thought. She called after her, "Sarina, where are you going? Wouldn't you like some wine or something?" She watched, puzzled as the silvery haired winged woman kept on walking into the forest.

She stepped over beside Rook, as Sarina disappeared into the forest. "Is she alright, Rook? You said something about smelling blood on her. Do you think she'll be safe out there? Maybe we should go see if she's okay." She paused, considering the sudden departure. "Rook, maybe....maybe you should go after her. It might be better that way. And please tell her she is welcome here. I wouldn't have found this place if it weren't for her." At his look, she patted his arm reassuringly, "Go ahead. I understand. It'll be alright. Bring her back, if she'll come. Tell her she is welcome; you both are. I'll keep the pheasant's warm and ready for you both when you come back."

 

[kittenofdeath]

(OOC: woops, I guess I didn’t hit refresh before my last post, so I didn’t see subs and brondas posts)

Rook was confused, why was she leaving? Was it something he said, something he did… he didn’t want her to leave, how could he make her come back? He didn’t know what to do, so he just stood there like a stunned animal until Bronwyn came over and snapped him out of it.

“Me?” Rook wasn’t sure why she suggested only he go, surely it was fine to abandon the camp for a moment as they went to help a friend, but then as she continued, he began to understand. He smiled and gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a warm hug as his tail coiled around her waist “I’m happy to be welcome here, and I’ll do my best to make you feel the same” he released her “I’ll go and get Sarina, if she’ll come, but you have to tell her she’s welcome, not just me, otherwise it won’t mean anything.”

He started to walk off after Sarina “And there’s no arguing with that” he added, grinning over his shoulder before he disappeared in to the tree line. It wasn’t hard to track her, she didn’t appear to be trying to hide, so he soon caught up with her by a river.

“Sarina” he announced himself, the last thing he needed to do was scare her by jumping out of nowhere “Please come back, whatever wrong, whatever’s happened… We can fix it, I promise, you Bronwyn and me” he held out his hand to her “we care about you.”

 

[subAngel87]

Jumping slightly startled by Rooks silent approach Sarina winced as she turned the wound opening and blood freely flowed making her shirt cling against it. Lifting her icy eyes she looked at him wandering how he knew she was injured "it's not that I don't feel welcome, every time I come close Bronwyn gets an awkward unease to her, and by no means do I want her uneasy" Sarina stretched letting her wings wrap aroun her shoulders hiding her stained skin "and realy Rook I'm fine it's just a flesh wound" she knew it was practically a lie.

Taking Rooks hand she let him help her to her feet a small portion of her silver locks were stained red, dropping her eyes she bit her lower lip she knew he had seen the shade of red in her hair. Left almost without words she silently fallowed him back toward the camp. Her energy was waning, sitting down by the fire she watch Bronwyn work methodically with the food that he was preparing for her and Rook.

Sarina now felt a bit uneasy as she heard the rush of bot their heart beats and the flow of their blood, her blue eyes rimmed with crimson red, the gash in her side began to turn numb, she didn't fulfill her duty and let the man live she should have knowen they would come even though she had promised nothing, keepin it to herself she knew they wouldn't bother the other two for they were innocent.

She reached back brading her long hair an tying it off she was embarrassed But touched as she began to think of Rooks last statement how can a couple of strangers care about me, simply a freak among my kind, but it leaves every one guessing in the end she smiled almost humorously to herself about the last thought, no one had ever figured out her secrate on their own.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn turned the pheasant on the spit so it wouldn’t burn. Her thoughts turned to Rook and Sarina, and the closeness she sensed between them. She didn’t want to interfere if there was something happening between them. It was just that she was tired of being alone and lonely herself. She just wanted someone’s company, she thought. Remembering the way Rook had put this arm around her waist, and the way it felt to sit close to him, resting her head on his leg, she realized she could do with a little more than just companionship, as she felt the heat between her thighs increase a notch. It had been a long while since the last time she had lain with anyone, man or woman. Too long. There weren’t a lot of opportunities to find affection for a half breed who didn’t seem to fit into either world. Bronwyn sighed longingly.

She reviewed the events that had happened in the tavern and wondered why Sarina had stood up for her against the human man’s prejudice. In this world, it was a rare thing for a stranger to come to one’s defense, especially when violence could be the thanks they’d get. She had to admit feeling a certain admiration for Sarina, and a liking for her as well. She felt gratitude to her for sharing the campsite location, and for defending her. She felt thankful for Rook as well, for making her feel welcome.

Her thoughts occupied her mind and left her more careless than she should have been while slicing a bit of the pheasant off to see if it was nearly done. Her knife slipped and cut her finger, and the red blood welled up. Bronwyn instinctively put her finger to her mouth and sucked to ease the sting of the cut.

Just then, she noticed the approach of the returning couple, Rook and Sarina, and stood up to greet them, a smile of relief at their return lighting her face. Her turquoise eyes shone brightly in the firelight. She stepped towards them in greeting and welcomed Sarina back. She noticed the woman was leaning on Rook for support, and seemed to look even paler than before, if such was possible. Bronwyn’s welcoming smile turned to a look of concern.

“Are you well, Sarina? Is anything wrong?” she asked as he helped Rook guide the woman over to the log by the fire. “Here, sit and rest. The meat will be ready soon, and you could stand to have some. You look all tuckered out.” Her finger had started to bleed freely again with the act of helping Sarina. She held it out to the light of the fire as the crimson droplets welled up and dripped out of the cut, looking to see how bad the cut actually was, and whether it needed to be bandaged. She couldn’t know how tempting the sight was to Sarina’s rising hunger.

 

[Drakkwall]

Luskan sipped his drink and chewed on the meat of his meal, he was a bit more silent then before, obviously deep in thoughts as he ate his meal. The wizard was grumbling over things, while he was sure there would be more situations like this in the future was he unsure if things would always go as smoothly, it is not always a simple stuck up moron like that noble elfling who tries to kill him, sometimes it is professionals and not rookies. It was bothering him mostly because he knew many wouldn't mind getting so called Drow Lovers into the fray as well, it was very common and the biggest reason for his solitude for the last century or so.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Her saying that it was just a ‘flesh wound’ didn’t ease Rook one bit, he had seen people die from such things left unattended, he didn’t want her to die, but he let her have her way for the time being, there was nothing he could do until they got back to camp anyway, and that was only if Bronwyn had a first aid kit anyway.

Once they had arrived back at camp and he and Bronwyn had gotten Sarina comfortably seated, he gave the two of them a moment to themselves, the two had to talk without him for a bit, didn’t take a genius to see that. He walked over to the food and began to turn it, taking over Bronwyn’s job so that it wouldn’t burn, but when he looked over at them and saw the way Sarina was reacting to the sight and smell of blood, everything about her fell in to place. But just he knew what she was, he knew she didn’t mean any harm.

“Bronwyn” he spoke up, hoping to give Sarina enough of a distraction from hunger “I don’t suppose you have any bandages do you? Sarina slipped and hurt herself on the way back” he lied, he didn’t want to, but Sarina hadn’t so much as told them she was hurt, so Rook assumed she wouldn’t want to be forced in to an explanation.

 

[subAngel87]

Sarina lips parted her fangs had lengthened at the smell of Bronwyns blood her body tensed as a pure animalistic growle passed her lips, it was a warning of her haze one she hoped Bronwyn wouldn't take lightly. Sarina's jaw clenched as she fought every instinct in her body, reaching out she gently took Bronwyns hand sliding her tongue along the fresh cut, a tremble ran down her spine and a slight warmth touched her body, she couldn't quite resist the call of the sweet smell of Bronwyn.

Sarina lifted her eyes to look up at Bronwyn a hint of controll to her but the taste made her want more, sliding her hands ups Browyns stomach lightly brushing against her breast, a hint of regret in her eyes as she firmly but gently pushed Bronwyn back. Sarina wanted more but she refused to hurt this woman for she had been nothing but kind to her.

Sarina knew that they were both seeing the animal inside her, the one part of her that seemed to fight her every day for controll. She turned slightly an a sharp pain slid through her body, a strange scent caught her attention, she wasn't quite fimilure but then she realized it had been Rook.

Some where between the moment she had pushed Bronwyn away and catching rooks scent she had found a bit of level ground seeing the worry in Rooks eyes she looked back at Bronwyn same now etched in her eyes she heled her hand out to help her from the ground.

Sarina knew she was attracted to Rook but her attraction to the elf took her by surprise. The woman before her was with out a doubt elegant but she knew the kind of harshness of others simply because she was half human "I'm sorry Bronwyn" Sarina's voice was soft but still a bit raspy the blood lust was still more than evident and she was still bleeding and sarina knew better than any one that her wound was much deeper than a flesh wound that still flowed openly.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn stood as if in a trance, mouth agape, looking at the winged woman with confusion over what had just happened. It had seemed like such a simple thing, a cut finger, bleeding a little, nothing serious. But when Sarina took her hand gently and licked along the cut, it was as if a fever spread from the small wound and coursed throughout her body in an instant. A pink tongue, softly caressing, tasting, licking her blood, and yet it made Bronwyn's nipples stiffen under her tunic, and the heat between her thighs seemed to melt her core in an instant.

Her mouth gaped open in astonished wonder for a moment before she remembered to close it, biting her bottom lip as Sarina gently pushed her back. Longing was evident in Bronwyn's eyes and also the sense of confusion and loss she felt when that sweet seductive sensation of Sarina suckling her bleeding finger was withdrawn. She didn't know what to think. She liked Sarina well enough, but never before had a woman made her feel this way with such a simple act. And now that it was over, she felt so empty, as if a great loss had befallen her.

Sarina's voice seemed soft but husky. Affected by her emotion, perhaps, Bronwyn wondered? Then Rook's voice broke her trance, asking if she had any bandages. At first, she was confused, thinking he meant them for her finger. She was about to reply that it wasn't that serious when he continued with the explanation about Sarina's wound at the same time that she noticed Sarina wince slightly. "Oh, y-yes, I'm sorry. I don't know w-where my head is." she said, battling the confusion of her own intense feelings. She ducked her head as she passed him and Sarina, going to her packs to find her small survival aid kit.

"Come into the tent, Sarina, and I will bandage your wound. You'll need to remove your top, and this way you can have some privacy." When she was alone with the winged woman, she gently helped her off with her clothes. Just as she was about to bandage her wound, her eyes rose to meet Sarina's gaze. Who was this winged woman? What was she? Bronwyn had heard tales among some human beliefs of beings called angels who had such wings, but surely they were only legendary, weren't they? In a quavering voice, Bronwyn uttered a whisper, not born of fear, but of wonder, "Who...W-what are you, Sarina?"

 

[subAngel87]

Sarina rose from her place she wa afraid for Bronwyns safety with her alone howling can you controll your self sarina? her fathers reminder echoed through her mind. Slowly she stepped into the tent with Bronwyn still regret shimmered in her eyes reaching down she grabbed Bronwyns knife quickly and fluidly she cut the sides of her top so she wouldn't have to lift her arms.

The fabric fell from her body blood smeared across her creamy skin that's when it hit hardest and she gripped her blood soaked shirt and slowly began to back away. Bronwyns broke into her thoughts, Sarina's ashen wings always made people think angel first. A small smile almost broke across her tense features as she knelt down her back to Bronwyn as leanedto the side. It was strange her natural healing hadn't even began by now most times there would be nothing there. It was then she reache down and felt a fine powder in the wound but how did it neutralize my own natural ability Sarina now knew they had extended to let her suffer a slow death.

With her back exposed to Bronwyn the scar from the seal was visible to any one who entered the tent it left her feeling vulnerable "I am not what you think I am" she whispered softly to Bronwyn "I mearly took on the appearance of an angel at birth a heritage from a mother I never knew an a vampire for a father that would see me dead before he accepted me" Sarina bowed her head netting her hair fall so Bronwyn could see the open wound that was deep it had opened her side to the muscels.

Sarina had now opene up slightly to the woman and could only hope this would not fighten her. The scent of Bronwys blood still laced the air and she still fought everything inside. She reached back taking Bronwyns hands and pulled her close, tipping her head back she looked at Bronwyn compleat venerability etched deep in her crimson laced ice blue eyes her scent intoxicating her even further but still Sarina hesitated afraid of the possible consiquinces of exposing herself

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn reached for a water skin and flushed out Sarina's wound before preparing to bandage it. There was some powdery substance in the wound that she couldn't identify, but it needed to be cleaned anyhow. "A bandage might not be enough Sarina. This is deep. It's a bad wound. I can stitch it closed for you, but it might hurt some. Still, it can't be any worse than sustaining the wound in the first place." She listened to the explanation given by her winged companion with a mixture of wonder, awe, and trepidation as she dug her kit out of her pack. A person traveling alone through the roughlands had to be prepared for anything. Brownyn had often sewn up her own wounds, and she hoped that Sarina was tough enough to take it.

"So half angel, half vampire? That explains the blood lic.....err, well, that explains a lot." She began stitching up the severe wound, continuing to talk to distract Sarina from the pain. "It must be rough for you. I know you can control yourself; I've figured out that much since you haven't eaten me yet." She was joking, to try to ease the awkwardness of the situation, and also to cover her own nervousness. Yes, she was nervous, but she wondered if it was because of what Sarina was, or because of the strange effect she had had on her when she licked the blood from her cut. Bronwyn had to admit, if she was honest with herself, that she'd wanted it to continue, had been lost in that sensuous moment. She didn't know if she was nervous because of what Sarina might want from her, or because of what she would want from Sarina.

And then she was lost. Sarina pulled her in close, looking up to her with those vulnerable blue eyes full of need. Before she knew what she was doing, Bronwyn was whispering seductively, "Sarina, do you want more? Can you take it without killing me? Please? Will you?" She held her finger out tentatively, hoping to feel that way again. Down below, she moistened at the thought of it.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Rook sighed as the tent shut, both women hidden away from him as Bronwyn tended to Sarinas wound. He didn’t know any other way to describe it, and as bad as it sounded, the two of them had just cockblocked him with each other… or was it for each other? He didn’t know and just trying to figure that out made his head hurt, not to mention made him feel like some sleazy bard trying to get his end away, he had a little more class than that.

“Women” he muttered under his breath as he fiddled with the food, moving it so it was just on the edge of the fire, it wouldn’t cook any further, but it wouldn’t get cold either. Once the food preserved until they were done, he sat back on the log and looked up at the stars and chuckled, how sad must he look? Waiting outside for two women to finish only god knows what, all because he hated eating alone, could it get any worse?

But even as he chuckled, he knew that wasn’t the worst part, he trusted Bronwyn and Sarina, but Sarina… Sarina was, or to be more accurate could be, a problem, now that he knew what she was, or at least half of what she was, he had to plan accordingly. She was a hungry vampire alone in the room with a vulnerable girl, he knew Sarina wouldn’t do anything on purpose, but the thrust was a powerful thing, he knew, and he knew that if only one of them came out of there then he would have to do something about that.

He looked down at his armoured claw and sighed “I hate hoping I’m wrong.”