Post by moulinous on May 18, 2007 20:46:11 GMT -5
I have longed day and night for this chance meeting with you. This meeting that is like all devouring death. Sweep me away like the Storm itself, Break open this slumber of living and plunder my private dreams. Rob me of this place I have called home. Take everything I have and terrify this heart with the utterance of the words…My King…
I have read the History books and seen the brief tales they tell of others and myself, this lonely and lost man of the sword. I am here to tell the full story for I have lived it…sometimes well and sometimes painful.
*story told in flashbacks*
The flames licked greedily at the logs piled in the fireplace, throwing their heat into my old bones that living by the sea for the past months have filled with a weariness I knew not existed in me. I could see her eyes dancing in thos flames speaking to me with their usual allure. They reminded me of passionate summers and easy times filled with gentle touches on nights also too warm where her hands filled me with a warmth much deeper than a fire ever could get.
1342- “Look at deh teets on dat filly!”, remarked the slovenly dressed caravan guardsman. His friends heed and hawed while the young woman pulled her cloak closer though it was a exceedingly warm day. The men leered all the more making her feel as if she was a cheap *lady of the evening* at some festhall. One of them, the biggest lout and leader as it was with most bullys, stepped forward a bit to stand in her way. She tried to go around him but he moved as quick and the others circled around her.
“Come on, love…why dahnt yah jist let us milk dem teets fer yah?”
The group gave another mocking laugh and started to close the circle. The young woman glance about at the group, with anger more than fear.
“Leave her alone.”
It was a simple quiet tone. It barely even carried over the din of the docks but it was filled with a tone of even strength and authority. The leader of the Louts, as the lass had begun to think of them, turned to see a youth standing there.
He was taller than most and the lass peered between the men to see him with his back resting against the wall and a casual flick of his wrist sent an apple up and down as he caught it without taking his gaze from the biggest caravan guard. His boots were well cared for though had seen better days. He was not handsome but nor was he ugly…he seemed almost feral in a way. He was dressed in a simple tunic, finely made and patched with a skilled hand. He seemed to grin in a almost wolfish manner, his smile a bit lopsided at best.
“Are you ready, my Lady?” , he stepped away from the wall, like he had been awaiting for her. He put his arm out though she was a few steps away and still surrounded by the Louts to really step through. His eyes twinkled and she realized with a start he was enjoying himself which fanned her anger a bit.
“I am fine and can handle myself thank you much.” She turned her gaze to the largest guard, “Now remove yourself from my prescence or I will stick my foot up your ass so far you will smile my toes.”
The Lout looked confused. First the youth had stepped in which surprised him and confronted him, and now this sprite of a woman was telling him to move as well. He looked to his cronies, men who did as he asked for one reason and that was to escape the beating they would take. a few of their eyes held a glint of amusement at him as well.
He raised his hand to slap the insolent wench when an apple struck him hard in his ear. The large one ducked instinctively and felt a hard fist connect with his ducking jaw. After that he felt no more for a bit as his legs left his control.
The other guardsmen all stepped back as the youth stepped over the fallen bully and offered his arm to the lass again. She promptly slapped him and walked off, an anger filled walk it was.
He watched her go, oblivious to the others around him. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched her. He said out loud absently, “A beauty in every sense of the word, a true Lady that one is.”
The youth bent down and picked up the large ones purse and took out a gold lion.
“For my apple.”
He walked on knowing that Oghma had shown him his future wife and it was high time he met her…
The Old Man came back to himself, still seeing the Lady Cassandra walk away in those flames. Raven stood at the doorway, always mindful of when these fits of melchaloy ran through him.
"Old Wolf, it is time to lead."
Wolf nodded once and stood up,longing to stay in the chair and in his memories.
"I miss her, Raven. Come, Counsel, let us find what awaits the next victim of our far flung apples."
Wolf grinned at Ravens confused look and shook his head, following him out of the Manor.
I have read the History books and seen the brief tales they tell of others and myself, this lonely and lost man of the sword. I am here to tell the full story for I have lived it…sometimes well and sometimes painful.
*story told in flashbacks*
The flames licked greedily at the logs piled in the fireplace, throwing their heat into my old bones that living by the sea for the past months have filled with a weariness I knew not existed in me. I could see her eyes dancing in thos flames speaking to me with their usual allure. They reminded me of passionate summers and easy times filled with gentle touches on nights also too warm where her hands filled me with a warmth much deeper than a fire ever could get.
1342- “Look at deh teets on dat filly!”, remarked the slovenly dressed caravan guardsman. His friends heed and hawed while the young woman pulled her cloak closer though it was a exceedingly warm day. The men leered all the more making her feel as if she was a cheap *lady of the evening* at some festhall. One of them, the biggest lout and leader as it was with most bullys, stepped forward a bit to stand in her way. She tried to go around him but he moved as quick and the others circled around her.
“Come on, love…why dahnt yah jist let us milk dem teets fer yah?”
The group gave another mocking laugh and started to close the circle. The young woman glance about at the group, with anger more than fear.
“Leave her alone.”
It was a simple quiet tone. It barely even carried over the din of the docks but it was filled with a tone of even strength and authority. The leader of the Louts, as the lass had begun to think of them, turned to see a youth standing there.
He was taller than most and the lass peered between the men to see him with his back resting against the wall and a casual flick of his wrist sent an apple up and down as he caught it without taking his gaze from the biggest caravan guard. His boots were well cared for though had seen better days. He was not handsome but nor was he ugly…he seemed almost feral in a way. He was dressed in a simple tunic, finely made and patched with a skilled hand. He seemed to grin in a almost wolfish manner, his smile a bit lopsided at best.
“Are you ready, my Lady?” , he stepped away from the wall, like he had been awaiting for her. He put his arm out though she was a few steps away and still surrounded by the Louts to really step through. His eyes twinkled and she realized with a start he was enjoying himself which fanned her anger a bit.
“I am fine and can handle myself thank you much.” She turned her gaze to the largest guard, “Now remove yourself from my prescence or I will stick my foot up your ass so far you will smile my toes.”
The Lout looked confused. First the youth had stepped in which surprised him and confronted him, and now this sprite of a woman was telling him to move as well. He looked to his cronies, men who did as he asked for one reason and that was to escape the beating they would take. a few of their eyes held a glint of amusement at him as well.
He raised his hand to slap the insolent wench when an apple struck him hard in his ear. The large one ducked instinctively and felt a hard fist connect with his ducking jaw. After that he felt no more for a bit as his legs left his control.
The other guardsmen all stepped back as the youth stepped over the fallen bully and offered his arm to the lass again. She promptly slapped him and walked off, an anger filled walk it was.
He watched her go, oblivious to the others around him. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched her. He said out loud absently, “A beauty in every sense of the word, a true Lady that one is.”
The youth bent down and picked up the large ones purse and took out a gold lion.
“For my apple.”
He walked on knowing that Oghma had shown him his future wife and it was high time he met her…
The Old Man came back to himself, still seeing the Lady Cassandra walk away in those flames. Raven stood at the doorway, always mindful of when these fits of melchaloy ran through him.
"Old Wolf, it is time to lead."
Wolf nodded once and stood up,longing to stay in the chair and in his memories.
"I miss her, Raven. Come, Counsel, let us find what awaits the next victim of our far flung apples."
Wolf grinned at Ravens confused look and shook his head, following him out of the Manor.