Post by Lovely on Jun 13, 2010 23:47:29 GMT -5
December 28, 2009
Devhano
During the nights of Wintermoon, the smallest of the three moons barely shone above the Southern horizon but the Father moon and its sister twin rose high, bathing the landscape in cold shadows. There was the hint of hardening mist shone by the steamed breath of their horses as it hung thicker but still he did not shiver. Gregor did not feel the cold, would not. He would scarcely notice it except for the gnawing emptiness that the water did not fill and the sheathing of his blade did not silence. The highwayman that lay heaped at his feet had taken his last coin for passage into Devhano's kingdom. And such justice didn't even fill his pride. Gregor was hungry but didn't feel it, would not... didn't dare. He left the man and counted the coins he'd stolen from the commoners - and said nothing as he closed the purse and remounted, waiting for Taisian.
She wiped the blood from her blade onto the cloak of the second highwayman. The princess looked up as her guard remounted his ride and her eyes narrowed slightly. She'd always been in tune with him or so it seemed but now moreso than ever since she'd shared her gift with him. He was a part of her and she of him, she could feel him as if feeling herself. She looked up to him, calling him to her side without a word or movement, with mind and will alone she reached to him, beckoning him down beside where she still crouched.
He pulled his mount around to face her, uncertain whether he'd heard her or felt her, but either way, her call drew him closer. He looked down. "We should go. There are usually more and they're probably camped not too far away." He made no motion to come down to her side though he was feeling his own weight heavily in his shoulders, pulling him down and into the hollow of his saddle.
Taisian's eyes reached up to him, trying to surpass his stubborn will and lock herself with him as strongly as she should be as his sire. Damn his pride, his training, and his strength - all the things that she still admired about him. "Gregor.. they are still warm.. why waste this?" Her finger tips touched the open wound on the man closest the her, pulling a bit of the crimson to her lips. "The light has barely faded from their eyes. Consider them .. medium rare." She chuckled softly, taking another taste. He wasn't bad for a criminal.
His lip curled with the distaste for such meat. "They're not fit for Devhano's hounds," he hissed, though he could not deny the pull of desire or the pull of her will on his, if they were not the same. "They were wasted when they betrayed the loyalty of your father and my king to disobey his laws. Leave them for the worms and mites."
Her growl was soft and barely preceeded the lash of her hand to grab his ankle and pull him from his perch. "They died for their betrayal.. let them serve Devhano in giving us strength where they tried to take it from us."
Gregor found himself unseated, off-balance as his foot came loose from the stirrup. It was an awkward unleashing of soldier from steed as he fell beside her heavily onto his shoulder and back. He rolled slowly to rise only to find that the fight and his stubbornness were leading him into a weakness he'd never before known. He coughed into the ground and spat nothing more than dust. "Strength," he chuckled just as dryly, trying to find enough to keep going and get up.
She watched him, hoping he'd start to realize what she was trying to show him, she knew him well enough to know he wouldn't simply 'listen' if she told him -he had to find out himself. "Love, don't fight me." She whispered, shifting closer to him, growling along his neck and ear before kissing his cheek softly. "Drinking is not often an option, usually it's a need - one you must listen to."
"Get off," he hissed, spat again, though the fight within his shout was quiet and distant. He tried to shrug her away and protest still. The need would give way to madness and deeper illness if he ignored it too long. "It's not you I fight."
Her fingers pressed sharply to his side and shoulder where she could find a tender spot and she pushed, meaning to press him to the ground beneath her. "Never.. tell me to get off." She hissed in return, her eyes flaring. "If you fight what is inside you.. you fight me, for it is my life running through you."
Her voice rang heavily in his ears, almost as strongly as the painful shove as he was forced back to the ground harder than he fell. A thread somewhere unraveled and he started to fall apart, the forced breath of a pained cry seeping out slowly at first as he gripped himself into a hunched ball around the emptiness and hunger. Her life was his, he was hers, yes this he knew and to deny himself was to deny her and her wishes. Such guilt and anguish overwhelmed him suddenly. "I do not... I will NOT fight you."
Her face hovered above his, her eyes dark and stormy, finally she nodded and sank down to kiss his cheek again. "If not them.. then drink of me, my love." Her voice was softer, loving in the offer she made. Her cool fingers left their marks in him but now came to caress and coax him to know the way of what he was now.
Gregor uncurled slightly and his hand flew out to hers, looking for an anchor against something he nearly felt was pain, but didn't sear into muscles and his core quite like pain he knew. "From you," he pulled, insisted, quaking slightly though still defying the cold. In truth he felt as though he would combust. "Taisian... please."
She nodded, she understood, she could feel the anguish from him and her eyes locked with his for a moment. "I feel you Gregor.. your pain, is mine.." She whispered, hoping he would understand how much a part of her he was, he was everything. She bit down hard on her tongue, feeling the blood start to fill her mouth, she leaned to him with a quenching kiss, her fingers lacing tightly into his. "From me." She whispered, letting her flow paint his lips lightly before the kiss deepened for him to lap up more of her crimson.
Devhano
During the nights of Wintermoon, the smallest of the three moons barely shone above the Southern horizon but the Father moon and its sister twin rose high, bathing the landscape in cold shadows. There was the hint of hardening mist shone by the steamed breath of their horses as it hung thicker but still he did not shiver. Gregor did not feel the cold, would not. He would scarcely notice it except for the gnawing emptiness that the water did not fill and the sheathing of his blade did not silence. The highwayman that lay heaped at his feet had taken his last coin for passage into Devhano's kingdom. And such justice didn't even fill his pride. Gregor was hungry but didn't feel it, would not... didn't dare. He left the man and counted the coins he'd stolen from the commoners - and said nothing as he closed the purse and remounted, waiting for Taisian.
She wiped the blood from her blade onto the cloak of the second highwayman. The princess looked up as her guard remounted his ride and her eyes narrowed slightly. She'd always been in tune with him or so it seemed but now moreso than ever since she'd shared her gift with him. He was a part of her and she of him, she could feel him as if feeling herself. She looked up to him, calling him to her side without a word or movement, with mind and will alone she reached to him, beckoning him down beside where she still crouched.
He pulled his mount around to face her, uncertain whether he'd heard her or felt her, but either way, her call drew him closer. He looked down. "We should go. There are usually more and they're probably camped not too far away." He made no motion to come down to her side though he was feeling his own weight heavily in his shoulders, pulling him down and into the hollow of his saddle.
Taisian's eyes reached up to him, trying to surpass his stubborn will and lock herself with him as strongly as she should be as his sire. Damn his pride, his training, and his strength - all the things that she still admired about him. "Gregor.. they are still warm.. why waste this?" Her finger tips touched the open wound on the man closest the her, pulling a bit of the crimson to her lips. "The light has barely faded from their eyes. Consider them .. medium rare." She chuckled softly, taking another taste. He wasn't bad for a criminal.
His lip curled with the distaste for such meat. "They're not fit for Devhano's hounds," he hissed, though he could not deny the pull of desire or the pull of her will on his, if they were not the same. "They were wasted when they betrayed the loyalty of your father and my king to disobey his laws. Leave them for the worms and mites."
Her growl was soft and barely preceeded the lash of her hand to grab his ankle and pull him from his perch. "They died for their betrayal.. let them serve Devhano in giving us strength where they tried to take it from us."
Gregor found himself unseated, off-balance as his foot came loose from the stirrup. It was an awkward unleashing of soldier from steed as he fell beside her heavily onto his shoulder and back. He rolled slowly to rise only to find that the fight and his stubbornness were leading him into a weakness he'd never before known. He coughed into the ground and spat nothing more than dust. "Strength," he chuckled just as dryly, trying to find enough to keep going and get up.
She watched him, hoping he'd start to realize what she was trying to show him, she knew him well enough to know he wouldn't simply 'listen' if she told him -he had to find out himself. "Love, don't fight me." She whispered, shifting closer to him, growling along his neck and ear before kissing his cheek softly. "Drinking is not often an option, usually it's a need - one you must listen to."
"Get off," he hissed, spat again, though the fight within his shout was quiet and distant. He tried to shrug her away and protest still. The need would give way to madness and deeper illness if he ignored it too long. "It's not you I fight."
Her fingers pressed sharply to his side and shoulder where she could find a tender spot and she pushed, meaning to press him to the ground beneath her. "Never.. tell me to get off." She hissed in return, her eyes flaring. "If you fight what is inside you.. you fight me, for it is my life running through you."
Her voice rang heavily in his ears, almost as strongly as the painful shove as he was forced back to the ground harder than he fell. A thread somewhere unraveled and he started to fall apart, the forced breath of a pained cry seeping out slowly at first as he gripped himself into a hunched ball around the emptiness and hunger. Her life was his, he was hers, yes this he knew and to deny himself was to deny her and her wishes. Such guilt and anguish overwhelmed him suddenly. "I do not... I will NOT fight you."
Her face hovered above his, her eyes dark and stormy, finally she nodded and sank down to kiss his cheek again. "If not them.. then drink of me, my love." Her voice was softer, loving in the offer she made. Her cool fingers left their marks in him but now came to caress and coax him to know the way of what he was now.
Gregor uncurled slightly and his hand flew out to hers, looking for an anchor against something he nearly felt was pain, but didn't sear into muscles and his core quite like pain he knew. "From you," he pulled, insisted, quaking slightly though still defying the cold. In truth he felt as though he would combust. "Taisian... please."
She nodded, she understood, she could feel the anguish from him and her eyes locked with his for a moment. "I feel you Gregor.. your pain, is mine.." She whispered, hoping he would understand how much a part of her he was, he was everything. She bit down hard on her tongue, feeling the blood start to fill her mouth, she leaned to him with a quenching kiss, her fingers lacing tightly into his. "From me." She whispered, letting her flow paint his lips lightly before the kiss deepened for him to lap up more of her crimson.