The Traveling Martry (open to 1 male)

[CursedVixen]

The Traveling Martry (closed)

Name: Jayden
Age: 22
With blonde hair and piercing green eyes.
Around 5'5, 125 lbs. Athletic.

Bio:
Her parents captured as an adolescent, Jayden and her brother escaped enslavement. After wandering for months they joined a gang of misfit criminals, and her brother soon arose as leader. Years passed as they wandered with more purpose, raiding and stealing from villages. One night her brother came to her, telling her that he had fallen in love and that he wanted out of the gang. Jayden was hurt and offended, angry with her brother for leaving her. She soon took her brothers place as leader, but her position only lasted a few more years. The gang mutinied and left her stranded with little supplies.

 

[milfhunter23]

Name: Fallen
Age: 30
black hair green eyes
Around 6'3, 150 lbs. muscular

Bio:Formerly a war orphan and gang member Fallen was adopted by a minister and turned to the good book. He became a teacher and a pillar of the community as well as owning a small store. As a gang member he took great joy in killing looters who fell on any city in trouble. He loved most of all to kill soldiers because of the death of his parents at the hands of soldiers. He is a kind but not trusting person seeing the world through old eyes of victim and victimizer. He finds it his Christian duty to help anyone in need especially orphans and victims of wars and gangs.

 

[CursedVixen]

Near an almost dead campfire, Jayden tends her wounds gingerly. Her clothes ripped and her skin red from bruises. Her shoulder dislocated she tries to reset it herself, only to yell in pain.

 

[milfhunter23]

In search of firewood he hears a sound and investigate finding an injure young woman “if you want help” he ask approaching with his hands up as not to frighten her

 

[CursedVixen]

Looking up at him she wonders what he wants from her. Knowing that she needs help she is unwilling to accept it.

"What do you want? I don't have any money and I have little supplies. You wont find anything left in the camp."

Wincing she braces her arm, pinching the nerves to deaden the pain.

 

[milfhunter23]

he taps the Celtic cross on his left breast pocket “nothing you just look like you need help” kneeling next to her he gently takes her arm then hands her a stick “you may want to bite down on this or you will bite you’re tongue”

 

[CursedVixen]

Looking at him with shock she takes the stick in her other hand.

"What are you doing?" She asks, shifting away from him. With his hand on her arm she can only flinch - otherwise she can feel the pain searing up and down and into her chest and across her back.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

 

[milfhunter23]

He nods his head “father garrote was an healer of sorts” he says examining her arm he can tell that if he does not do something soon it could get a lot worse impairing her movement. He looks into her eyes taking out his gold watch “you hold onto this” he tells her “oh and bite down” he waits and when she does he attempts to reset her arm.

 

[CursedVixen]

Holding onto the watch she bites down on the stick and turns her head away- screaming. Her face flushes red with the pain and her legs twitch in protest. After only a few moments that feel like an eternity she feels the bone pop back into it's socket.

She spits the stick out of her mouth and her shoulders collapse forward.

"Thank you. I don't know why you've helped me, but thank you. I'm Jayden."

 

[milfhunter23]

“I am fallen or as some call me father fallen” offering her his hand he helps her up already its getting dark “would you like to come back to my camp its not far if not you can stay” he does not want her to but her can not force her to trust him or to come with him. He begins to walk back leaving it up to her if she will believe him or not.

 

[CursedVixen]

Hesitating a moment she picks up what's left of her things and follows him.

"Wait! Wait for me." She takes longer strides to keep up with his pace. "You still haven't told me why you helped me."

She looks down to watch her step.

"And, and don't think that this is just gonna be charity. I'll repay you. I swear it."

 

[milfhunter23]

“Its not I was in a bad way about to be sent to prison for years and years when father garrote saved me when he died he asked me to just do the same for someone” he had not planned to help to much but he could see she was more then a one night project. “are you hungry I have some stew made” he offers

 

[CursedVixen]

She continues to follow him back to his camp. Half starved and without food she licks her lips greedily at the mention of food.

"I can't exactly see you as the type to stray from whatever path you're on," she says, her naivete and years of living with only men and whores show on her face and in her words.

"But I promise, I'll pay you back. I'm kind of tired of stealing, so, so," she stuttered. "I can't believe I just admitted to you I'm a thief."

She bit her lip in embarrassment. "I don't miss it, and, and I probably wont."

 

[milfhunter23]

They arrive in his camp if it could be called that he hands her a bowl “then I will tell you I was a killer 5 men and 1 woman” he speaks slowly so that he can blow on his stew he waits for he reaction. He pulls out some bread form his pack and tears a piece for her his eyes catch the light making him look far younger. He tries to guess why she is still alive she seems too fragile to have been alone.

 

[CursedVixen]

Sitting she takes the bowl and sips at it slowly. She brings her knees to her chest. Her eyes glaze over a bit. "I've never actually killed anyone. When I was in the gang my brother and all the guys never really thought twice about killing people. Maybe children, but not usually."

She stops short and takes a bite of the bread. She debates with herself, wanting to know but at the same time having the desire to remain ignorant. Her curiousity getting the best of her, she asks "Why'd you kill them?"

 

[milfhunter23]

The father had never asked him “for food because they deserved it, mostly for revenge I burned with hate my parents were murdered by soldiers I hate them all soldier” the he felt better to admit it the reason he had no family the army it was all there fault. “Where is you brother the gang” he asks her offering her a blanket old and battered but better then nothing.

 

[CursedVixen]

She listens to him intently, watching his eyes and facial expressions. She wonders why he decides to tell her when he hardly knew her.

"My parents were taken as slaves. My brother and I escaped and joined a gang. He left a couple years ago because he said he'd fallen in love. I treid to handle the gang myself. They mutinied and made me walk the guantlet. That was a couple of days ago."

She takes the blanket gratefully, laying it down on the ground and wrapping herself in it. She moves closer to the fire for warmth, gazing idly into the small flames.

"I still don't understand why you're helping me." She whispered softly.

 

[milfhunter23]

“We throwaways have to stick together” he then lay down on his coat he did not have a second blanket he was a priest and a teacher so doubly poor. He looked at her she was so frail to be abandoned by her brother she must as well be very strong. “I am helping you because I had a sister who was not so fortunate, I can’t believe you’re brother would just leave you” he rolls over and tires to fall asleep but he starts to talk in his sleep and shiver a great deal. he then rolls over "is this youre first time alone"

 

[CursedVixen]

She nods."Kind of. I haven't seen or heard from my brother in years. Upset, she begins to defend him. "And he didn't just leave me. He tried to get me to come with him, but I was too stuborn. I didn't want to. So he left."

She looks at him in query. "I don't blame him." She shifts under the blanket and then sits up. "You don't have an extra one, and I don't want to take it. You should have it."

 

[milfhunter23]

He shakes his head “no ill be fine” still protecting her brother for years after there death he was the opposite blaming his parents for leaving him. “Where were you going when I found you” he does not ask what happened it might be too traumatic. He rubs his arms together to proud to ask for it back or even to share or maybe to shy. Funny at his age anyways that would only be helping him self and the book would frown on that very hard.

 

[CursedVixen]

She shruggs her shoulders heavily. "I don't know. They made me walk and then they packed up camp. I ate what I had trying to recover my strength. I didn't know where I was going or what I would be doing."

She stops for a minute to look at him carefully. "You're interesting, you know that?" She asks him with a bit of ironic humor in her voice. "You went from one extreme to the other. You shouldn't have to punish yourself for the rest of your life."

Insisting with stubborness, she pulls the blanket out from underneath her. "Here, give me your coat." She stands to trade the blanket for the coat.

 

[milfhunter23]

He laughs “no my coats ok plus I would not want you to get you sick then I would have to nurse you back to health. He reaches in and finds a sweater leaning against a tree he is not so cold well it could be worse. He looks at her “me interesting no I am a simple teacher preacher same job really” he watches her for a while neither of them is going to get much sleep. “You will like the church slash school the children are well excited about learning”

 

[CursedVixen]

She refuses to take no for an answer. Throwing the blanket at him. "I said I wanted to trade. You've already shared with me enough, I don't want to take everything you have."

She sits back down again a few feet from him. "I dont' know why people like you sacrifice everything for everyone else. I just dont' understand. And I really dont' like children that much." She says as she wraps her arms around her knees.

 

[milfhunter23]

He tosses her his jacket and the sweater “you have to love someone first” he says the preacher was like a father to him. He looked at her had she not loved her brother that much he wondered he then leaned back. “Ok if you wont take it will you share” he ask her. Who could not like children they were like little happy people well the ones he knew were.

 

[CursedVixen]

She shook her head. "Even the love I had for my brother died. Sure, I love and miss the boy I grew up with, but he's wasn't the same. After loosing my parents..." He sentence trails off.

She looked down at the jacket and the sweater in her lap skeptically, and then to him. "Wouldn't sharing be against some rule or another?" She asks him.