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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Nov 21, 2017 14:23:29 GMT
Khaalius rolled out of bed far too pensive that morning, only to be greeted with his vast, quiet manor. Usually, he could shrug off the siren's call of his ancient memories. It was part of the reason why he let the place rot, hoping it would take everything that could remind him of his past with it. But today, none of tricks to forget were working as well as they should. It took the ancient man minutes before he started craving noise of life and chaos.
Khaal moved quickly, dressing himself in fine white linen, with a dark blue vest and cloak, both accented with silver. Adding his short sword to his belt, as well as few knives hidden in sleeves and pockets, the ancient man felt ready.
After focusing for a moment to picture the place he wanted to be, reality began to shimmer around him. One moment, he was standing before one of his wardrobes, the next he was stepping out of a small alley.
As always, Cendra was a city bustling with life. The cacophony of it made the immortal smile instantly, taking a good whiff of humanity. It was a shame he couldn't read people's minds here easily to boot. Though he could focus on one individual, there was simply too much noise from the others interfering.
Still, noise was what he wanted, and that was what he got. Khaal moved among the populace, stopping here and there as he saw something interesting. He managed to bargain with a young farmer over one apple, getting it for half price in exchange for some advice. Said words of wisdom involved coaxing the man to find a mistress on the side, considering his wife wasn't as loving as she ought to be. It took a bit of convincing, but the ancient man's way with words assured the young man that after all, everybody was doing it whilst keeping it a secret.
And after all, a man has needs. By the end, the lad thanked Khaal as he set him on a path very likely to ruin his life and reputation. Happy with that bit of sadism, the immortal moved along, munching on his well undeserved apple.
It didn't last long, for as he rounded a corner, someone crashed into him, sending the half-eaten fruit out of his grasp and rolling into the crowd. The apple wound up stopping right under a mule's muzzle, and the animal didn't think twice about the opportunity of a quick snack. Problem was, it was a busy street. In no time, the crowd began to swell with more carts as the mule refused to budge.
Khaal stumbled a step from his crash, surprise flashing within his blue eyes.
"Dear me, someone's in a hur-" He began, before his gaze caught sight of the commotion his apple had made. Amusement flickered over his face, a grin appearing.
"Well well, look at what you've done, young lady." Khaal went on, a touch of approval in his tone.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 22, 2017 6:23:42 GMT
Cendra city. Larkin didn’t have the best memories of bustling city. The first time she had been brought here in ropes, a tattoo forced into her flesh in preparation for a life that would have surely broken the sweet girl. Felix had saved her then. But there was no Felix now. Well….there was. But he very aptly said he didn’t want her. The sudden change in him had set her adrift. Things had been going so well, for one day she had perfection. It was a tease really. Fate taunting her with a happiness she couldn’t have. She should have headed back to Aelfmenn, to her brother and the apprenticeship she had been forced away from months ago.
But she couldn’t. Not yet at least. She had never had her heart broken before. Hell…Felix was her first for a lot of things. But there was no point in focusing on that now, because he had his mate now and Larkin was nothing more than added baggage. Her last visit to Cendra Larkin had stumbled into the immortal prince, or rather he had stumbled upon her being berated for the obsidian tattoo on her wrist that surely meant she was a whore. He had been very kind to her and it was likely his kindness that made her offer the city another chance. That and having no other plans in mind. She was dressed in a simple white dress covered by her long coat. This time her tattoo wouldn’t be so readily evident to peering eyes. Her boots were a bit muddy but in alright condition. She looked like any other traveler bustling around, wide eyed and watchful.
Although her reasons for being watchful were a bit more extreme than just a fear of getting lost. The man who went by ‘The King’ was likely around here somewhere. He was a guardian for the man who had forced Felix to abduct Larkin. Running into him could be very bad for her and the little hybrid would prefer to avoid it.
Her short thin legs carried her easily through the crowd. Her lithe form weaving between the people milling around the booths while her large blue eyes cast around. A glimmer of golden hair from a tall form made her freeze. She stretched up onto her tip toes to try to better see who it might be. At the same time not wanting to make her presence known just in case it was. He turned to speak to someone near him and Larkin felt her stomach turn. It was him, time to make a quick departure!
She hurried in the opposite direction of the cluster of men, moving around a corner while looking over her shoulder to make sure she hadn’t been followed she suddenly found her face smooshed against somsone’s chest before she stumbled back in shock. ”I-I’m so sorry!” She hurried to apologize while looking from the man, to the apple, to the cluster of men. Of course then there would be a scene. The half-eaten fruit proving to be all too tempting to a hungry mule. Larkin’s mouth fell open as the carts continued to add up and the voices of their drivers grew louder. All of them yelling at one another for not moving, the poor man dealing with the mule taking the brunt of it.
"Well well, look at what you've done, young lady." Those words brought Larkin’s gaze back to the tall stranger. Larkin didn’t pick up on the tone of his voice, only the words. She was one to often miss those small nuances. She didn’t see a lot of things apparently. The events of the past two weeks made that readily apparent. ”I caused all of that?” She asked while worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. ”I didn’t want-“ A glance in the direction of the golden haired man and his companions revealed that they were no longer in that spot. Her blue eyes moved quickly from face to face, trying to locate the familiar mane of gold hair. But she couldn’t see him. That was concerning.
Larkin had moved closer to the stranger, nervous and uneasy standing along out in the open as she was. But it wasn’t a conscious action for her, Felix had always tolerated her need for reassurance. Been there when she just needed to use him as a font of strength. But now she was alone, and she needed to get used to that. ”I can’t buy you another apple, I’m sorry…..is there anything else I could offer? I have a book but it’s not in the best condition.” She hurried to reason with the man, knowing that it would be best if she got out of the street and into a less exposed location. She reached down into the deep pocket of her coat to pull the small novel free, accidently pushing the sleeve of her coat upward until the ‘brand’ could be seen. She brushed her thumb over the cover almost lovingly then held it out to him. Hoping that he would be appeased by her offering.
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Nov 22, 2017 20:51:51 GMT
The expression on her face was priceless, the way her mouth slacked open at the sight of chaos. Khaalius smiled as she stumbled through her words, growing more and more worried with every passing second. The way she thought him dropping the apple could even be completely her fault was adorable, and screamed of innocence.
There was far more to her though. Her eyes kept darting about, looking for someone. Khaal would've thought it was just her terrified of some authority discovering her horrible sin of colliding with another sentient being, but the way she stepped towards him told a different tale. She found him safer than whoever it is out there she kept looking for.
The tall immortal raised an eyebrow at that, though amusement never left his eyes.
"Why yes indeed." The man said, tone turning a touch serious. "That was all you, milady."
She was rather quick to mend the situation, offering him a book for one measly apple. Desperate and in a hurry, was what she was, and the ancient man found out quickly enough why. He couldn't help noticing the peculiar tattoo she had upon her arm as she dug for the book. It was one the ladies of the evening often bore, though designs varied place to place.
The girl before him looked nothing like a whore, though. Those were usually wily and sultry creatures, seasoned ones at least. For a moment he wondered if her sweet demeanor might be an act, though if it was he sure would see through it in a heartbeat. Which meant that this one hadn't truly tasted the horrid life before her. This one could still be saved.
Question was whether it was worth his time to do so.
Khaalius pursed his lips in thought, taking the novel from her as though he wanted to inspect it. He looked it over briefly, noting the tell-tale signs of it being read unto death. It clearly had sentimental value. The girl seemed eager to trade a piece of her very soul, all so he would just allow her to flee.
Desperate indeed.
"You're running from someone." Khaal spoke softly, eyeing her with a raised eyebrow. "Worry not, dear. For as long as you're in my company, no harm shall befall you." He said with a nod of certainty. Supporting it, his posture never changed through their exchange, always remaining tall, proud and relaxed in his confidence.
"Now, let's get you out of here, shall we? And you can tell me all about this book of yours, and why you're running." He offered her an arm, waited for a moment, and began moving through the crowd, away from the commotion and towards the quieter parts of the city.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 23, 2017 3:34:23 GMT
The stranger said it was all her fault. Something she couldn't deny. She should have been more careful, watching where she was going. But she had let herself get too distracted to see someone right in front of her. Larkin swallowed, a visible tightening of her throat. She wouldn't be in trouble with the guards again, would she? They hadn't been horrible the last time she was here. Well...until they figured out she was just a hybrid. She appeared to be an elf but if one watched how she moved Larkin was lacking that effortless grace that so many had. Her hybridism wouldn't be readily evident unless she was forced to shift. Something she truly hoped wouldn't happen. Her kind had no rights, something she didn't understand. But there were many things that Larkin didn't understand. Like how someone could cut off their feelings for someone so effortlessly. Maybe that was just a skill she had never learned...though she wasn't sure she wanted too.
"I didn't mean too." She said with a nervous look at the crowd, the happy mule still chewing away. There were so many angry voices. The appearance of a few guards to calm the crowd and work things out was both a blessing and a curse. Thankfully an apple rolling into the street was hardly something many noticed so hopefully blame wouldn't be thrown at her. But when the guard did get an answer from someone it wasn't Larkin they pointed at, but the stranger at her side.
Larkin had offered the book to appease him. Biting down on her bottom lip as he inspected it. It wasn't so much that she had a personal attachment to that specific book. But that book was the only one she had on her person and to be left without something to read would be an unwanted fate. It was only fair though. She had taken something from him, she had to offer something in return. And it wasn't as if she had coin. She had left that day when Felix returned with only her clothing and the book that was now in a perfect stranger's hands. Larkin's blue eyes followed the movement of the aging book and only moved back up to the man's face when he spoke.
"No..." She said softly in response to his question. Her brow wrinkling as if she were confused. "I am trying to avoid him so I don't need to." Larkin stared up at him as he made a statement that basically said she was safe. Her shoulders immediately drooped and a small slipped past her lips. But she wouldn't endanger someone just because she had been foolish and wandered back into Cendra. It was no one's fault but her own. "That's kind of you but I wouldn't pull you into my problems....I always seem to find more somehow." A soft humorless laugh followed her words before the lithe woman would send another searching look over her shoulder.
Get her out of there? Well, it was what she had been planning on but she hated to burden him. It was the offered arm that made the decision in her mind, she could hardly resist the chance for contact with someone. Larkin stepped closer and looped her arm with his own. Perhaps wriggling a little closer than she needed to be just for the reassuring contact. As they moved through the crowd she would on occasion hide her face behind his shoulder. An easy feat with their contrasting heights. "Where are we going?" It might seem strange that she was so willing to accompany him, but not to anyone who knew the rabbit. She didn't immediately jump into the topics he suggested. The reason she was running being one she would like to avoid altogether. "You aren't angry with me?" She asked against his shoulder, an ivory lock falling across her face.
"Why would you help someone you just met?" The people of Cendra, in general, seemed busy and brusque. This man seemed proper, well groomed, and king. He was a strange contrast to the majority of the crowd they passed.
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Nov 24, 2017 14:20:27 GMT
She wasn't running, she was just aviding someone. To Khaal, one was roughly the same as the other, but he didn't argue with her over it.
"I see..." He hummed, intrigued. "I suppose him spotting you at all would be a bad thing, mmm?" The ancient man asked, though he felt he knew what the answer was. As she spoke on, the immortal caught the pointing towards him out of a corner of his eye. It seems today he might have to deal with authorities as well as whoever was after this girl.
Things just kept getting more interesting. Adding to that, the shy girl's willingness to accept blame for all things around was just too delicious to pass up.
"Be that as it may..." Khaal purred as she assured him she didn't want to drag him into her problems. "It seems to me it's a touch too late for that. I do despise dealing with authorities." The man sighed, complaining just to make the maiden in his company feel even worse.
He hurried his steps a little, as though eager to get away from the guards. The girl started asking questions, clinging to him as if he were her life-line. It made him quirk a little smirk at her, as he guided them into a quieter side-street.
"Dear me, aren't we full of questions today." Khaal smiled. "Even I don't know where we're going. I am somewhat new to the city, to be honest." The man spouted a lie, his eyes darting about as if searching for the best route away.
"And as for me being angry and helping you. Perhaps I'm not. Helping you that is." Khaalius said with a smirk, his tone jesting just to see her reaction. "Perhaps I just need more time to decide how you can truly pay me back for the mess you've caused." With that said, the immortal passed her back her little novel, just as they rounded another corner.
Straight into a dead end.
Truth be told, Khaal knew that it would be there. His expression flickered with false surprise, glancing towards her in a clear indication that he had made a mistake. The man moved to guide them back out of the blocked alley, but the sound of footsteps approaching changed his mind. Instead, he moved deeper into the side-street, stepping closer to the building that looked like it decided to plop down in the middle of the road.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 24, 2017 22:56:25 GMT
"It would...but I think they've moved on. I shouldn't have returned to Cendra. I don't really know why I did." She frowned and her sadness leaked into her soft vocals. But it was a momentary lapse and the girl hurried to push those depressing thoughts away. She was here because she didn't know what to do with herself. Aimless wandering making her return to places of old, even ones she didn't view fondly. Perhaps she had hoped to encounter Ezra here again. She didn't really know.
"Authorities?" She peeped and looked over her shoulder as if expecting to see someone standing there. "I am going to jail?" It was an accident, no one had been injured as far as she knew. Just an inconvenience and a treat for that mule.
He commented on how many questions she had already flung his way and Larkin blushed, a frown turning the corners of her lips down. "I am sorry...I've been told I ask too many." She followed him without thinking once that he might have ulterior motives. Her brows rose in confusion when he said he said he wasn't helping her. Nearly asking a question about that before she bit down on her lip to hold the words in. She didn't want to pester him. Larkin took back her book when it was offered and slipped it into the large pocket of her coat. Blue eyes turning up to see the side of the strangers face. "I don't have any coin.." She said slowly, worried he would be unhappy about the statement. In truth, Felix had taken care of her while she was with him and her brother had always supported her before that. She hadn't really a clue how to even earn some coin for spending.
Larkin looked up at the dead end when they reached it. The prey animal in her making her heart flutter nervously. If she was scared, truly terrified, she could panic herself to death. The joys of being partial wererabbit. And being trapped was not something that settled well with that part of her, at all. She looked at her companion who also appeared surprised. He turned them back to leave but the sound of hurried footsteps met their progress and sent them back deeper into the alley with no escape.
"Oh no." A hushed fearful whisper. Completely trapped now the rabbit began to panic a bit. Her heart beating wildly in her chest and her breathing quickening. "Are they going to hurt me?" She spoke to him, nearly hiding her face against his shoulder now. Somehow not seeing what was coming made it not quite as horrible.
"Halt!" Came the sudden voice of a guard, two more following behind the first. He trust a finger at Khaalius. "Did you cause that scene in the street?? We are still trying to get people moving!" Larkin's small voice followed the guards harsh tones. "N-no he didn't!" She didn't move away from his arm, clinging tighter for the support. "I d-did, it was an accident, I promise!"
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Nov 26, 2017 21:50:07 GMT
She was so fearful, clinging to his arm like a lost little lamb. He supposed he was the big bad wolf in sheep's clothing then, which was fitting. Still seemingly looking about for an exit strategy, the ancient man spoke.
"Well, my dear. I agree that coming back to Cendra was a bad idea. I do not know what the authorities will do to you, but I will not let them without a fight." Khaal said with a nod of certainty, completely ignoring her little statement about having no money. Perhaps, letting her stew a little while longer might spark some interesting ideas from the girl. It was all a game to him, prodding with words or lack of them, just to see how a person's mind ticks.
The guards came around the corner, barking at them like riled up dogs. One of them even pointed a finger at Khaal. Such a vile gesture, though he supposed simple guards wouldn't know class if it hit them in the face. Raising an eyebrow to that, and the girl's subsequent owning of all the blame, the ancient man tsked.
"Now look at what you've done." Khaal said to the guards, free hand moving to pat the wererabbit on the head lightly. "You're frightening the poor thing."
Khaal took a deep breath, and continued, voice purring pleasantly.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen. It was merely an apple. Crashing into someone isn't against the law, last time I checked."
The guards exchanged a look among themselves. "It isn't." One of them concurred. "But causing a disturbance is. You're going to have to come with us."
Khaal tsked at that, evidently displeased with the answer. He half turned to the girl still attached to his arm for dear life, and spoke to her in a soft, hushed tone. "Be a dear and take that cloak off my back, would you?" He said with a light nod, patting one of her hands upon his arm reassuringly. His voice grew even lower then, enough to ensure the trio couldn't overhear.
"This might get a tad messy, and I'd hate to stain it." Khaal murmured to the girl, winked, then lifted his chin to the guards in a challenge.
"No, dear boys. I don't think we will." He said with a smirk.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 27, 2017 6:35:00 GMT
Larkin was staring fearfully at the guards when her companion moved, his hand suddenly coming down to pat her head much like someone might a child. She was obviously confused and worried about the goings on around her. Her head bobbed slightly with each pat of his hand. Large wide eyes moved between her companion who had practically said he would protect her and the guards. He didn't even sound angry, oddly cheerful even, confident. He instructed her to remove his cloak and Larkin hesitated. "It is ok. It was my fault." She said quietly to him, three armed guards vs one man seemed unfair.
He patted her hand, seemingly very confident in his abilities. Larkin slowly obeyed, her fingers undoing the clasps or buttons that might hold the cloak in place before folding it over her arm and stepping back. Her free hand dug into her pocket to hold her book. She might appear to just be looking for something to cling to. A talisman of sorts to worry. But if worse came to worse she could send it sailing at one of their skulls and hopefully distract them long enough that the two of them might escape.
"Y-you don't need to do this!" She half whispered to him. The guards were stepping forward, the most forward one obviously annoyed by this inconvenience. "Is having a little talk really worth risking your life for, boy?" He asked with a dark chuckle. His shoulders rose in an exaggerated shrug. "So be it then. Its a shame your little lady friend will have to watch." He gave Larkin a mocking smile and pulled his sword from the scabbard that lay against his hip.
The other two men remained behind him, weapons not drawn but prepared if needed. All of them assumed the man to be nothing more than a snooty noble who thought he was superior at everything. "Looks like I need to teach you a lesson in manners then." He stepped forward suddenly, feet moving several steps before his sword would arc down toward Khaalius' right shoulder.
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Nov 29, 2017 13:11:24 GMT
The girl did as she was told, though with ample hesitation and all the while murmuring that it was her fault and that he didn't need to do this. The silver clasps upon his shoulders undone, the man gave her a reassuring smile, even as the guards stepped closer.
"I'm afraid I do, my dear. Perhaps you should be a little more careful in the future." He said, and turned his gaze back to the guards. The one in the front seemed older than him by appearance, so much that it made him wonder how he ended up a middle-aged man still working such a low-ranking job. From his words though, he got an inkling that the man wasn't as squeaky clean or honorable as his uniform suggested.
"My my, aren't we quick to murder." Khaal said approvingly, watching the man unsheathe his sword. The other two didn't, in a manner that suggested it was a common occurrence. That made the ancient man chuckle, as he brought his own blade out of its sheathe with a fluid, elegant motion. It was just in time for the other man to move in for an attack.
One that Khaal parried with ease, along with the next few that followed. The ancient man moved with grace and speed, unnatural for a mundane human. The immortal even put his free hand behind his back, as if to emphasize just how easy the battle was. In a moment, the attacker became the attacked, as Khaal moved in offense, blow after blow forcing the guard to keep blocking and dodging.
"You, my dear man, are conflating obedience with manners." The ancient man gave him a taunt with a leer. That one got an annoyed grunt out of the guard, as he evidently needed all his focus to fight.
The two other guards saw the struggle of the third, and moved to unsheathe their own swords. That only brought another amused chuckle from Khaal, madness glinting in his blue eyes as he looked into the dark browns of the middle-aged man. "What's the matter, old man? Do you need some assistance?" He purred.
It was a jab at the man's ego, and one that worked. "Put your swords away!" The guard snarled at the other two. The pair dueled a few seconds more, steel clashing against steel until Khaal drove his blade towards the other's wielding hand, and with a single swat disarmed his opponent. Had the man not been wearing chain gauntlets, he likely would have lost the use of that hand.
The sword clattered off to rest at Larkin's feet, while Khaal pointed his blade at the guard's throat, a victorious smile upon his face. During their little tussle, the two men had circled around until they nearly switched places. Khaal was all but facing the wererabbit, giving her a smug smile.
He didn't see that one of the other two men hadn't stowed away his sword. Seeing an opportunity, the guard stepped forward, fully intending to stab the noble's exposed back.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 29, 2017 22:35:34 GMT
Larkin watched the clash of blades with wide eyes and took another step back to distance herself even more. Her companion apparently had no problem dealing with the unskilled hacking movements of the guard. Larkin had looked to the others fearfully when they had prepared to intervene. Thankfully they did not and the dance continued. It was an elegant twist of her ‘friends’ hand that sent the guards blade clattering to the ground in front of her. She took another step back and sighed softly, it was over. And no one was hurt.
Larkin looked up to see Khaalius smiling at her, smug in his achievement. But movement behind him drew her eye. The forward jerk of a shoulder, the glint of a blade toward the exposed back of her companion who had apparently wrongly assumed this would be a fair fight. Larkin didn’t have time to contemplate a reaction. Her movement was quick, thin fingers yanking the book free of her pocket she used her ability to send it whizzing past Khaal’s ear. Its spine caught the deceitful guard across the bridge of his nose with enough force to make a soft cracking sound as it summarily broke his nose.
He was addled to say the least, not really expecting a blow to the face. He dropped his sword and both his hands rose to cradle his nose as blood streamed steadily down his lips and chin. ”What the hell!?!” He half coughed through the blood that filled his mouth. His companion stepped forward having seen the attack he thrust a finger toward the immortal and the hybrid in turn. ”That’s enough, I don’t get paid enough to deal with this. Attacking guards, causing a disturbance, both of you are coming with us.” Being the only guard with his sword still on his hip he pulled it free with a hiss of the blade followed by a loud sigh of his own. He was obviously over the incident and just wanted to finish his shift and go drink some ale.
Larkin used her ability to bring her book back to herself and tried to rub away the blood that had splattered the cover of the book on her thigh. ”Are you ok?” She asked the man with the broken nose, obviously feeling guilty for hurting him. ”I’m sorry but you cant just stab someone…” She bit her lip and pushed the novel back into her pocket. The still armed guard was annoyed, being ignored was not something he was accustomed too. If nothing his uniform garnered him some level of respect from the common citizen. These two apparently didn’t get the memo.
”Get your sword, Charles.” He barked at the unarmed man who had been defeated by Khaalius. He turned to look at his companion who was now trying to wipe away blood with a white kerchief that was already nearly red. ”Just…go to the infirmary…” He said with a sigh, he wouldn’t be of any help now anyway. Charles was reaching for his blade now, a sour look on his face. And Larkin was watching the two of them warily. Her large eyes eventually turning to Khaalius as if expecting him to have all the answers.
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Nov 30, 2017 22:49:30 GMT
Victory was his, though the ancient man felt disappointed in the battle. He had hoped the middle-aged guard would put up more of a fight, or that one of the others would disobey him and try something. Ah well, perhaps he could taunt them into more violence.
Khaal almost sighed, before he caught blinding-fast movement from his little companion. Her hand jutted out towards him, and the immortal had but a split second to dodge the little novel he believed surely was speeding for his head. Torso shifting lightly, he avoided the projectile, blue eyes widening in surprise.
Not even a heartbeat later, a crunch reached his ears, and understanding filtered into his expression. The young maiden, seemingly so innocent and helpless, can be pushed to violence. Perhaps just as surprising was the guard's willingness to attack someone when their back is turned.
Khaal laughed to that, as well as the man's exclaimed expletive.
"Quite eager to stab a man in the back, are we?" Khaal purred, turning just enough to keep the treacherous one in his sights, even though that exposed his back to the third of the group. He couldn't really turn to any one of them without putting a foe behind himself. Nevertheless, the ancient man still remained at ease, confidence thorough in his posture.
He heard more words, this time coming from behind him, and couldn't help but chuckle. "Actually, you do get paid to deal with the mess the young lady over there has caused, but instead you're here harassing us." The ancient man said, turning to face him. "And you attacked us first, my good man." He purred.
The book whistled through the air once more, returning to the girl like an obedient boomerang. She asked the bloodied guard whether he was alright, and went as far as to chide him softly for his treachery. It was beyond amusing to Khaal that she was so soft-spoken, yet it didn't stop her from taking action. She was quite a strange one.
"Mmm, listen to the young lady. At least someone here has some honor." Khaal nodded, beaming at the annoyed guard. Ignoring the immortal, the man promptly snapped at his middle-aged comrade, whose name was Charles apparently.
"You have to warn the fellow first." Khaal went on, as though the other guard didn't speak. "For example, Charles, my good man. Take one more step towards the lady and I will kill you horribly." The man said smoothly, though his back was turned towards the guard.
His words made silence reign for a few moments, before Charles spoke. "Go fuck yourself." The man snarled, and went on for the sword.
Khaal gave the tiniest shrug to that, and turned. It seemed as though he merely pointed at the man, but a slender little knife flew out of his sleeve, burying itself in the back of Charles' neck. The man gave a choke, pressing a hand to the wound as his eyes went wide. The immortal took several quick steps towards him, motion swifter than human. He kicked the man in the back of one knee, took his arm that tried to staunch the flow of blood, and drove his sword through the elbow until the limb came off.
Charles howled in pain, struggling until Khaal let him scramble away. The other guard rushed to help, and even the third with the broken nose turned right around from his started path to the infirmary.
"It is very impolite to point, boys." Khaal continued with smooth, warm tone, waggling the bloody limb as he turned to the still functional duo.
The one with the sword nearly reached him, before the immortal tossed him the arm. The man swatted at it out of reflex, and got a stab to his gut from the ancient man for his mistake.
Khaal shoved that one away, letting him bleed slowly to his death, while he turned to the last guard standing. The one with the broken nose stared at him, eyes wide, for just a few seconds before he decided running wasn't beneath him. Giving a dark chuckle to that fear, Khaal took a few steps after him, every muscle moving with predatory grace.
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 1, 2017 9:23:26 GMT
Larkin caught Charles' eyes. Her own large blue ones seeming to waver with a plea to not do the thoughts she could see simmering behind his dark pools. But of course, he did so anyway. He barked a curse and lunged for the sword. There was just the slightest shift of movement from Khaalius that was met with a stiffening from Charles, a gurgle as blood ran forth to drip down to the hard packed dirt street. A tiny little squeak came from Larkin's lips, the sound of a breath trying to snake its way into her lungs. It only got worse from there. her companion was suddenly at the man's side. Severing his arm with the fellow's own sword and then waving it at his comrades. It was then that the lithe woman's stomach churned, a sudden painful lurch that forced her to spin away from the sites. The sounds of a second guard being stabbed, the soft wet thuds only pushing her closer to the brink.
Then she was vomiting. There wasn't much, she hadn't eaten yet today so it was for the most part water. But it still hurt as it propelled itself from her throat, drawing her strength with it. She stumbled back a few steps against a nearby wall and weakly wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She blinked several times to clear the tears that had been forced into her eyes by the vomiting. And eventually, they cleared enough to see the one dead guard, the one who was dying a slow death, and the one who was running away with Khaal on his heels. "Wait!" She called to him, trying to keep him from following and taking another life. It was just more blood on her hands, she had caused all of this without even meaning too.
She took a few steps to follow them but when her boot caught on something she looked down. It was nothing other than Charles' arm. Her mouth fell open and a tiny pained sound was forced from her chest. The edges of her vision were darkening. But if it were from the excitement, the gore, or just the lack of eating was unknown. There was suddenly a thud that echoed down the alley. Heavy and final as the tiny woman fell face first onto the ground, biting down on her own lip when she made contact but thankfully she wouldn't feel a thing.
Darkness swallowed her whole while the last guard ran for all that was in him, still trying in vain to stop the blood that ran from his nose. The soft sounds of snores would start to grow from Larkin's face down body. Her long ivory waves billowing around her like the petals of a strange lily. The tiny bowl of her stomach pressed firmly to the earth. She wasn't very obviously pregnant although touch or tight clothing would have made it readily evident. But at that moment she just looked like another one of the bodies. Albeit one with two arms.
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Dec 6, 2017 21:08:32 GMT
A slow leer began to appear on Khaal's face, as he pulled out another one of his knives while eyeing the guard's back. He took a step, then another, seemingly unconcerned with the distance the other was gaining.
Then the shout came, filled with worry to his ears. Pausing for a moment, the immortal looked over his shoulder, only to see the young woman crumble to the ground face first. He didn't even try to catch her, knowing that he was too far and frankly it didn't cross his mind at the time. Instead he watched her, tilting his head at her unconscious form with a "Huh". Well, he supposed now he knew gore was something that could make the woman faint.
Shrugging to that, he still didn't go to her side. Instead, the man pulled a pristine white handkerchief from a pocket and proceeded to wipe down his sword clean of blood. Now half-stained with scarlet, the piece of cloth was neatly folded and returned to the immortal's pocket, maneuvered expertly so no sign of lifeblood was visible.
The rest of him wasn't as immaculate anymore, sporting splatters of blood from his fun. After sheathing the blade and breathing a content sigh, Khaal then finally moved over to the young woman to inspect her. Unconscious and, adorably enough snoring, it didn't seem she would wake anytime soon. Which was unfortunate, but there was nothing for it. What's more, the guard with the broken nose would probably be back shortly with more of his comrades, and while Khaal loved bloodshed, he didn't think he could slaughter more than a handful of people at a time.
So, he picked the woman up, focused and promptly vanished with her into thin air, transporting both of them to his home.
The Sandrus manor had once been a pride of the family, but as time crawled over it, the place became something of a ruin. Forest swallowed up nearly every bit of open space, creeping right up to the walls of the house. Within, Khaal only maintained the few rooms he needed for himself, letting the rest of the place to rot and collect dust.
Khaal carried the lithe woman to one of the guest rooms, a relatively large bedroom with lavish paintings upon the walls, shelves with various books upon them and roomy closets. The immortal settled her down upon the bed, making sure to remove the clothes that she had stained in the scuffle, before tucking her in. He left her a change of clothes upon a chair from one of his numerous family members, and also a pitcher of water along with a glass on the nearby endtable.
With that done, Khaal let her rest, while he left to clean up and change out of his own blood-stained clothes. It took him some time to get them to someone who would clean blood without mentioning anything to anyone, but after about an hour the man was back, carrying meatpie from a little place he liked to frequent. He set that on a tray with a plate for one, and snuck back into the guest room.
Leaving the food upon a nearby table, he pulled up a chair, opened the little novel she'd had in her possession, now lovingly cleaned of blood, and began to read a passage out of it to her in a soft, hushed voice.
The man appeared a bit more casual in his own home than he had been in the streets of the big city. He was dressed in gray shirt and trousers of good quality linen, sleeves rolled up as though the man had just finished working.
((don't know if she bit her lip badly enough to bleed, but if she did you can presume Khaal at least cleaned it up xD))
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 7, 2017 5:31:46 GMT
Larkin slept soundly. Not waking once when she was lifted from the ground, carried, nor changed. Her coat and shirt had taken the brunt of the blood splatter and when those were removed she made a tiny sound in the back of her throat before rolling onto her side. Her fingers searched for something to hold onto, grasping the blanket she pulled it close and continued to sleep. Her dreams were those of simpler times, happier times. But, as in life, nothing lasted forever. The soft voice of a man began to draw her from her slumber. She blinked and rubbed her face, pushing her long hair back away from her face with a tiny stretch.
Who was speaking? Where was she? A moment of panic later and Larkin rolled over to see a stranger sitting there. After a few moments she recalled him from the street. She sat up and was about to ask where she was when the blanket fell down around her waist. Cool air kissing her skin. Larkin looked down in a distracted way and with a gasp snatched the blanket to her chest. Wide eyes turned back to the stranger and she tried to find the words to ask him.
”D-did I? Did we do….things?” She didn’t remember it, but she didn’t remember getting here either. But being half naked was a little…suspicious. She bit down on her lip and immediately winced, her fingers coming up to slip over the swollen surface. It was tender. How had that even happened? She had so many questions but it felt rude to just throw them all at him at once. But one felt the most important.
”….Did you tell me your name? I can’t remember…there’s this gap..” She rubbed her temple and sighed softly then turned a little more in the bed so that she was facing him, still clutching the blanket around her torso with one of her arms. ”My book, did you enjoy it?” She tilted her head a little like a curious kitten. ”It’s one of those books with a happy ending, if you like those.” Briefly she frowned then pushed it away. She could use more happy endings in her life about now.
(kk! ^_^)
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Dec 9, 2017 17:05:43 GMT
Khaal smiled when he saw the woman shift. She had slept so adorably, so blissfully that he wondered what she dreamt about. For once though, he didn't pry into another's thoughts to sate his curiosity. He was sure that simply asking would give him all the answers he wanted.
"Well, good morning, beautiful." The ancient man purred as their eyes met. It took her a few moments to get her bearings it seemed, before the woman sat up suddenly, blankets cascading off her in her momentary panic. Her reaction, and subsequent questions made an eyebrow rise upon Khaal's face, a smirk decorating his lips. Her presumption was delicious, presenting an opportunity for amusement he sure wasn't going to pass up.
"My dear..." The man began. "You and I did many... things, as you say. It pains me that you don't remember any of it." He said with a light tsk, as though disappointed with her faulty memory. Pausing for a second then, he poured a glass of water from the pitcher, handing it to her a moment later.
It seemed that she didn't remember his name either, though the ancient man never gave it. Still, it was just another chance for him to mess even further with her head. "Well, well. Allow me to re-introduce myself then." The ancient man said, offering to take her hand in a gentlemanly gesture and press a kiss upon her fingers. "I am Khaalius Sandrus the first, and in case you don't remember, this is my home." He said with a smile, sweeping his other hand, little novel included, to indicate the whole room.
"Now, I don't suppose you'll tell me your name this time around? You were otherwise... preoccupied, yesterday." Khaal said, pressing the little novel into her hand. "And yes, I did enjoy it, though I have yet to get to the happy ending." He nodded with a smirk as he got up. Moving with the classic elegance of an immortal, the man made his way over to the chair where he had left her a change of clothes. He plucked those up, folding them over an arm before he stepped back to her, offering them without a word. The clothes were expensive, much like anything was in his manor, made of finest cotton and wool fit for royalty. Even if it was just an undershirt, blouse and a skirt meant to be worn at home. The clothes were thicker than what people would normally wear in warmer climates, as Khaal's family manor was situated fairly close to the frozen lands of Krizala.
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