A flash of green fire is all the daggers blade reflects when she sets her eyes to it. Green fire within, green fire without. How true some things are...
Devrah sheathes the blade carefully, and then lifts both hands to gather her cascade of dark-red hair. Pulling it all within her fists, she quickly braids it from crown to end. Reaching down to the lacings of her brown boot-sandals, she snaps off a short strip of the lacing with her teeth, and uses the bit of cord to tie the end of the braid.
She stands straight again, eyes glancing over the horizon on all sides. When she is certain no one is near, she reaches for the dagger again, although she doesn't seem focused on it. Her fingers slide into the empty sheath and withdraw a scrap of paper, and then she slides the dagger back into its place. Her dark eyes scan the words written on the paper once more, her features hard and unreadable, her eyes nothing but a rich, glossy dark green flame.
"I'm going to kill you," she murmers calmly, still staring at the paper and its words, "I am going to slit you from nose to navel, and I'm going to drink your blood, before you ever get the idea into your head that I would marry you."
She crumples the note into a little ball and holds it in her fist like she is about to throw it away, but instead she tucks it carefully back within the dagger sheath, where she took it from.
She begins to walk in the direction of Trollsbane again, the setting sun turning the skyline red and the ground black and orange. Her hand rests on the hilt of one of her daggers as she strides towards the town, no expression on her face. Something about her stride suggests she has a goal; a destination.
Within her eyes a dark fire broods, and if one could only read the thoughts there, they would wonder where this wild creature came from, what things had happened to transform the small red-haired child far within into the woman that was at times more tigress than female; into a writhing creature full of anger and hatred.
Somewhere, there was more than one man that knew the answer.
And she wanted to kill each one of them.
What truths lie reflected on a dagger blade...
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Somewhere, there was more than one man who knew the answer.
Diarmhid Liioness strolled carelessly through the town, his eyes fixed on an invisible horizon point. His face was arrogant, haughty, his eyes dark green diamonds flashing brilliantly. A lock of dark-brown hair fell over one eye and he pushed it back carelessly, the setting sun catching upon a glint of red in the brown hair.
There were some things he wanted to learn, and he knew he'd never get the truth from the source. So, where to look then?
He walked through the town until he reached its end, and then he walked through it agian, to the other end, still thinking hard. Finally, halfway through for the thrid time, he smirked coldly. Of course. He turned around and headed for the shop, where he began perusing the town walls. It didn't take him long before he found the handwriting he was seeking.
'Ah dear sister,' he murmered coldly, 'Never knowing when to keep your mouth shut, as usual'
He left the shop, throwing his dark cape over his shoulder and heading for the South gate. There, he leaned casually against the wall, in plain sight.
He didn't even need to speak with her to know what information he wanted. He would simply wait for her to approach, and her reaction to his presence would tell him everything he needed to know. Smiling with a cold, lazy satisfaction, Diarmhid drew his shortsword from his belt, and began to sharpen it.
Diarmhid Liioness strolled carelessly through the town, his eyes fixed on an invisible horizon point. His face was arrogant, haughty, his eyes dark green diamonds flashing brilliantly. A lock of dark-brown hair fell over one eye and he pushed it back carelessly, the setting sun catching upon a glint of red in the brown hair.
There were some things he wanted to learn, and he knew he'd never get the truth from the source. So, where to look then?
He walked through the town until he reached its end, and then he walked through it agian, to the other end, still thinking hard. Finally, halfway through for the thrid time, he smirked coldly. Of course. He turned around and headed for the shop, where he began perusing the town walls. It didn't take him long before he found the handwriting he was seeking.
'Ah dear sister,' he murmered coldly, 'Never knowing when to keep your mouth shut, as usual'
He left the shop, throwing his dark cape over his shoulder and heading for the South gate. There, he leaned casually against the wall, in plain sight.
He didn't even need to speak with her to know what information he wanted. He would simply wait for her to approach, and her reaction to his presence would tell him everything he needed to know. Smiling with a cold, lazy satisfaction, Diarmhid drew his shortsword from his belt, and began to sharpen it.
Something in the back of Sebastians head told him he had gone to far, But another part also told him that this Tigress wasn't like others. His sense of humor and acting talents helped him evade the law, But with women it was a different story. She had asked him why he had the tattoo of his profession on his arm, but he had lied to her. He was proud of what he was, what he could do, how he could twist a simpletons brain around a small incoherent concept, and forget all about what the first subject was.
Sebastian knew his cheery face, and smooth talking could win over any barmaid or Harlot, But not this one. This one was different, and not so easily fooled by words. It entranced him. The way her eyes burned was nothing like he had ever seen before, But she seemed hostile, yet, hollow threats. To many thoughts ran through his head, so he shruged them off, sheathed his dagger back on his back under his cape, and headed towards town.
Sebastian pulls his cape closer around his right arm as he starts to walk into town, but suddenly he gets that familar feeling that he is being watched. Looking around all he sees is a man, standing against the wall, and he makes nothing of it, he makes eye contact only visible to that with someone from his profession or close to it.
He's sharpening a short sword, though sebastian, But what for?
"The Traveler" starts to walk off, and once he turns the tavern corner, he darts into the shadows, up the stairs quickly, and stops quietly, looking through the bushes at the man, His breathing controled, and inaudible. The only way to know he is there is to be on the roof of the tavern with him.
Lets see what becomes of this, Should be interesting.
Sebastian knew his cheery face, and smooth talking could win over any barmaid or Harlot, But not this one. This one was different, and not so easily fooled by words. It entranced him. The way her eyes burned was nothing like he had ever seen before, But she seemed hostile, yet, hollow threats. To many thoughts ran through his head, so he shruged them off, sheathed his dagger back on his back under his cape, and headed towards town.
Sebastian pulls his cape closer around his right arm as he starts to walk into town, but suddenly he gets that familar feeling that he is being watched. Looking around all he sees is a man, standing against the wall, and he makes nothing of it, he makes eye contact only visible to that with someone from his profession or close to it.
He's sharpening a short sword, though sebastian, But what for?
"The Traveler" starts to walk off, and once he turns the tavern corner, he darts into the shadows, up the stairs quickly, and stops quietly, looking through the bushes at the man, His breathing controled, and inaudible. The only way to know he is there is to be on the roof of the tavern with him.
Lets see what becomes of this, Should be interesting.
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Devrah's stride is even, controlled, nothing betraying her inner feelings. Her face is even, her eyes carefully blank - until they narrow, and her pace quickens, shoulders tensing, as she approaches the man standing against the wall. It is clear even from a distance that she recognizes this man. Finally, when she is only a few feet away from him, he moves, a lazy motion that seems nonchalant but somehow ends with him gripping her wrist with one hand and holding the sharpened edge of the shortsword under her chin with the other. His motions are skilled, but in a different fashion from hers - they are not as quick, but they are more effortless.
However, his lack of speed does complicate things a little - in the time it takes him to adopt this position, Devrah has her own arm extended in front of her, a tiny blade only as long as her thumb pointed at his belt.
Someone listening would have to strain very hard to hear the conversation, as they both speak in low tones.
"What the hell do you want?" she snarls, her eyes burning with fury.
"I wanted to chat, catch up. We haven't spoken in awhile," he responds with an icy calm.
"Maybe that's not by accident," she retorts, twisting the little knife around a little, taunting him with it.
"Touché," he responds with a mock smile, "Now, why don't you put that little toy away, since I don't know what you're expecting that needle-blade will accomplish anyway, and we can catch up on old times."
Devrah's smirk matches the cold in her eyes as she responds softly, "I'll tell you waht I expect it to accomplish. I expect it to pump six ounces of poison straight into your goddamn blood stream if you piss me off."
However, his lack of speed does complicate things a little - in the time it takes him to adopt this position, Devrah has her own arm extended in front of her, a tiny blade only as long as her thumb pointed at his belt.
Someone listening would have to strain very hard to hear the conversation, as they both speak in low tones.
"What the hell do you want?" she snarls, her eyes burning with fury.
"I wanted to chat, catch up. We haven't spoken in awhile," he responds with an icy calm.
"Maybe that's not by accident," she retorts, twisting the little knife around a little, taunting him with it.
"Touché," he responds with a mock smile, "Now, why don't you put that little toy away, since I don't know what you're expecting that needle-blade will accomplish anyway, and we can catch up on old times."
Devrah's smirk matches the cold in her eyes as she responds softly, "I'll tell you waht I expect it to accomplish. I expect it to pump six ounces of poison straight into your goddamn blood stream if you piss me off."
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Diarmhid's responding smile was slow and lazy, but a flicker fell across his eyes that were the very mirror of hers.
"Let's not waste time with idle threats."
"It's not idle," she whispered, and some sort of wild desparation in her eyes must have clued him in to the fact that she was telling the truth - and so, slowly, he lowered the blade, but did not release his hold on her wrist. Just as slowly, she lowered her own blade, tucking it safely back into her belt, where it could no longer be seen. To anyone who hadn't seen her use it just now, there was no evidence that the small knife existed.
"What do you want to talk about." she asked flatly.
Diarmhid let his eyes flick over her casually, and then behind and around her.
"Where's the elf-boy?" he asked calmly.
Devrah didn't respond. After a moment, a slow smirk spread across the man's features. "I see. So it is true, what the gossip says. After all your talk of 'love', and 'trust', Elf-boy left you."
"Shut up," she whispered, the same look in her eyes as there had been when she was vowing to kill him.
His eyes surveyed the woman's face again, taking in the dark emerald fire that was the very same his own eyes held - only hers was different - it was hotter, fiercer. His own fire was colder, deeper. He studied the features that were too often harshly set to ever be truly beautiful, the lips that were forever curled into a snarl, the dark red hair that reminded him so much of -- but she was dead, and Devrah was what was left.
"Now that Elf-Boy is out of the picture, we have some unfinished business."
Devrah growled in response, almost daring him to continue. His grip on her wrist tightened, his knuckles whitening in the same way hers often did around her dagger handle.
"There's something I need you to do for me," he continued smoothly, ignoring her temper, "There's a man -- I need him dead, but they're expecting me."
Devrah cursed him through clenched teeth and then challenged, her eyes blazing "Why the hell should I do anything for you?" her wrist flicked like she was about to grip one of her daggers.
"Well," he said lazily, gripping her other wrist in the instant before it could take up a blade, "I could say you owe me for years of favors, I could say it's time to prove your training, or I could say that family should stick together..." he paused, seeming perversely delighted by the way her anger grew at being unable to reach her weapons, "But I'm not going to lie to you today, Devrah. I'll tell you why you should. Because..."
He lowered his head to whisper something in her ear, something only she could hear, and though he kept his hold on her wrists, it was unnecessary. The second she heard whatever it was he had to say, her skin drained of all color, and her posture slumped weakly, the fire draining from her eyes for a look of hollow, animal fear.
"No," she whispered, the words barely a breath.
"Let's not waste time with idle threats."
"It's not idle," she whispered, and some sort of wild desparation in her eyes must have clued him in to the fact that she was telling the truth - and so, slowly, he lowered the blade, but did not release his hold on her wrist. Just as slowly, she lowered her own blade, tucking it safely back into her belt, where it could no longer be seen. To anyone who hadn't seen her use it just now, there was no evidence that the small knife existed.
"What do you want to talk about." she asked flatly.
Diarmhid let his eyes flick over her casually, and then behind and around her.
"Where's the elf-boy?" he asked calmly.
Devrah didn't respond. After a moment, a slow smirk spread across the man's features. "I see. So it is true, what the gossip says. After all your talk of 'love', and 'trust', Elf-boy left you."
"Shut up," she whispered, the same look in her eyes as there had been when she was vowing to kill him.
His eyes surveyed the woman's face again, taking in the dark emerald fire that was the very same his own eyes held - only hers was different - it was hotter, fiercer. His own fire was colder, deeper. He studied the features that were too often harshly set to ever be truly beautiful, the lips that were forever curled into a snarl, the dark red hair that reminded him so much of -- but she was dead, and Devrah was what was left.
"Now that Elf-Boy is out of the picture, we have some unfinished business."
Devrah growled in response, almost daring him to continue. His grip on her wrist tightened, his knuckles whitening in the same way hers often did around her dagger handle.
"There's something I need you to do for me," he continued smoothly, ignoring her temper, "There's a man -- I need him dead, but they're expecting me."
Devrah cursed him through clenched teeth and then challenged, her eyes blazing "Why the hell should I do anything for you?" her wrist flicked like she was about to grip one of her daggers.
"Well," he said lazily, gripping her other wrist in the instant before it could take up a blade, "I could say you owe me for years of favors, I could say it's time to prove your training, or I could say that family should stick together..." he paused, seeming perversely delighted by the way her anger grew at being unable to reach her weapons, "But I'm not going to lie to you today, Devrah. I'll tell you why you should. Because..."
He lowered his head to whisper something in her ear, something only she could hear, and though he kept his hold on her wrists, it was unnecessary. The second she heard whatever it was he had to say, her skin drained of all color, and her posture slumped weakly, the fire draining from her eyes for a look of hollow, animal fear.
"No," she whispered, the words barely a breath.
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Sebastian hadn't moved a muscle the whole time, keeping completely silent, not even blinking. He reaches behind his back and pulls out a dagger, flips it so he holds the blade. He takes out another dagger from the same place, and carves a hole in the hilt of the first dagger, placing a note in the void, and replacing the second dagger back into it's sheath.
Sebastian waves the blade a bit, getting a feel for the new weight of the dagger, and watches the scene below. He decides now is as good a time as any.
The Traveler stands up over the bush just enough to send the dagger hurtling towards the pair, then turns and darts off in a silent rush. Making only a noise on the stairs, before he darts towards the Guard house.
The dagger that Sebastian had thrown Had begun to move at it's mark. To nail Dia's shoulder of his cloak to the wall, and show only devrah that the note was in the hilt.
Sebastian waves the blade a bit, getting a feel for the new weight of the dagger, and watches the scene below. He decides now is as good a time as any.
The Traveler stands up over the bush just enough to send the dagger hurtling towards the pair, then turns and darts off in a silent rush. Making only a noise on the stairs, before he darts towards the Guard house.
The dagger that Sebastian had thrown Had begun to move at it's mark. To nail Dia's shoulder of his cloak to the wall, and show only devrah that the note was in the hilt.
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Blood seemed to take a moment to flow back into her limbs, and it took her a second to realize what had happened.
Diarmhid's cloak was pinned to the wall by a dagger that had seemed to come from nowhere.
"What the hell--" Diarmhid's snarl was cut off by Devrah, as she took the blade, having spotted something unusual about the blade. Diarmhid's hand stopped midway towards the blade. "That wasn't you," Diarmhid stated, "So who was it?"
"If I had one guess," she muttered, her finger feeling into the grooved space and removing the little ball of paper, "It's all I'd need." She tucked the dagger idly into her belt, and rolled the paper into the palm of her hand. With the other hand, she waved casually to her brother, turning her back on him.
"Don't bullshit me again, Diarmhid. Good-bye."
Devrah walked away, still expecting her brother to follow - but he didn't.
Diarmhid only watched her go, and smirked to himself.
She would be back, once she saw Aokan for herself.
Diarmhid's cloak was pinned to the wall by a dagger that had seemed to come from nowhere.
"What the hell--" Diarmhid's snarl was cut off by Devrah, as she took the blade, having spotted something unusual about the blade. Diarmhid's hand stopped midway towards the blade. "That wasn't you," Diarmhid stated, "So who was it?"
"If I had one guess," she muttered, her finger feeling into the grooved space and removing the little ball of paper, "It's all I'd need." She tucked the dagger idly into her belt, and rolled the paper into the palm of her hand. With the other hand, she waved casually to her brother, turning her back on him.
"Don't bullshit me again, Diarmhid. Good-bye."
Devrah walked away, still expecting her brother to follow - but he didn't.
Diarmhid only watched her go, and smirked to himself.
She would be back, once she saw Aokan for herself.
Sebastians note was quite small and simple, But it needed to be to be so concealed. It was written on from top to bottom to get as much as he could on it at once.
Hello Love,
Hope this bought you enough time and stunned the man long enough for you to get out of his grip. Someday you'll have to tell me who he was. But right now, I have to go get a friend out of a tight spot. See you around.
The Traveler.
Hello Love,
Hope this bought you enough time and stunned the man long enough for you to get out of his grip. Someday you'll have to tell me who he was. But right now, I have to go get a friend out of a tight spot. See you around.
The Traveler.
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Devrah stood under the shade of a large tree, uncrumpling the note and her eyes scanned over it quickly.
"Conceited pig," she muttered, "I don't need you to rescue me."
She crumpled the note up again and stored it with the first, inside her dagger's sheath, and then she sat down with her back to the trunk of the tree, her eyes fixed on nothing and her knuckles white.
"Conceited pig," she muttered, "I don't need you to rescue me."
She crumpled the note up again and stored it with the first, inside her dagger's sheath, and then she sat down with her back to the trunk of the tree, her eyes fixed on nothing and her knuckles white.
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After they left the prison, Devrah didn't stop walking until she was a fair distance from the town - and she was always just barely within his sight, deliberately disappearing every now and again for brief seconds, as if taunting him. Which, of course, she was.
Finally, she came to a stop and turned to face him, a vast network of mountians forming a backdrop against the pitch-black sky.
"A few things I want you to know," she said in a low voice, "One, I don't give a damn about your friend - and I am not a thief, or anything else you might think I am or once was. I helped you for one reason alone, and that reason is because I hate Stephen Rothman."
She smirked coldly, aiming her words carefully, "I couldn't care less if your little friend and you were agonizingly tortured to death - I might even laugh. So don't think that we are friends now - Don't think that you can court me like I'm a damn wench of a barmaid, or even," and here her smirk deepened, "A fiesty little theif-wench you can coerce into doing your bidding with those limpid brown eyes or that silky voice." her smile was mocking, "I know your type, and I'm not interested. So you can stop writing your little notes," and here she drew her dagger, the two little notes falling out of the sheath as she did so, but she didn't bother threatening him with it, just held onto it, "Or I'll stop it for you." She flicked him a stare of icy green fire, and then turned on her heel and sauntered away, not looking back.
But damn, he might swear something about the sway of her hips or the little flick of her wrist as she resheathed the dagger was still daring him.
After they left the prison, Devrah didn't stop walking until she was a fair distance from the town - and she was always just barely within his sight, deliberately disappearing every now and again for brief seconds, as if taunting him. Which, of course, she was.
Finally, she came to a stop and turned to face him, a vast network of mountians forming a backdrop against the pitch-black sky.
"A few things I want you to know," she said in a low voice, "One, I don't give a damn about your friend - and I am not a thief, or anything else you might think I am or once was. I helped you for one reason alone, and that reason is because I hate Stephen Rothman."
She smirked coldly, aiming her words carefully, "I couldn't care less if your little friend and you were agonizingly tortured to death - I might even laugh. So don't think that we are friends now - Don't think that you can court me like I'm a damn wench of a barmaid, or even," and here her smirk deepened, "A fiesty little theif-wench you can coerce into doing your bidding with those limpid brown eyes or that silky voice." her smile was mocking, "I know your type, and I'm not interested. So you can stop writing your little notes," and here she drew her dagger, the two little notes falling out of the sheath as she did so, but she didn't bother threatening him with it, just held onto it, "Or I'll stop it for you." She flicked him a stare of icy green fire, and then turned on her heel and sauntered away, not looking back.
But damn, he might swear something about the sway of her hips or the little flick of her wrist as she resheathed the dagger was still daring him.
Sebastian watched Devrah walk away, Almost too interested in the view, But he starts to grin. He grin as he watches her swing her hips, knowing she was taunting him, and that he liked the view. She had paid enough attention to say that his eyes were a limpid brown, and she said his voice was silky. Could it be that this tigress had an intrest in him? His grin broadened at the thought and started to walk after her, with his arms crossed, staying silent in his footsteps, making them just loud enough for her to hear, and letting her know he was there. He was taunting her aswell.
His thoughts ran wild while he watched her hips sway from side to side, Was this view on Purpose? It would seem so, She did it too excentuated to not be. She wants him to follow her. Her hair, her fiery eyes, her violent attuide, all were turn ons to Sebastian, They made him like her more. This was one woman he could not bend, no matter how hard he tried. He liked it.
A thought races into his head and he grins, he rolls up a peice of parchment, not written on, and throws it at the back of her head. He grins and speaks to her back, Still staring down at her hips.
"Stop it for me then."
His thoughts ran wild while he watched her hips sway from side to side, Was this view on Purpose? It would seem so, She did it too excentuated to not be. She wants him to follow her. Her hair, her fiery eyes, her violent attuide, all were turn ons to Sebastian, They made him like her more. This was one woman he could not bend, no matter how hard he tried. He liked it.
A thought races into his head and he grins, he rolls up a peice of parchment, not written on, and throws it at the back of her head. He grins and speaks to her back, Still staring down at her hips.
"Stop it for me then."
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Sebastian grins and speaks to her back, not moving from when she looked back at him
"You really shouldn't move your hips like that, It makes my eyes travel. And they like the view. I notice you are one woman i can not break, And that is what makes me even more intrigued."
He grins and moves his hands behind his back, ready to grab his dagger for the fight he was almost sure to come from the first comment he made.
"You really shouldn't move your hips like that, It makes my eyes travel. And they like the view. I notice you are one woman i can not break, And that is what makes me even more intrigued."
He grins and moves his hands behind his back, ready to grab his dagger for the fight he was almost sure to come from the first comment he made.
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After her confrontation and conversation with Sebastian, Devrah sits against a rocky outcropping in the northern mountains. The sun sets over the horizon, washing the mountainous landscape with bright colors. Her eyes are half-closed, but survey her surroundings constantly. Her ears are perked, and so when footsteps begin to sound behind her she jumps up, whirling around fast.
Finds herself face-to-face with possibly her least favorite person in the world.
After her confrontation and conversation with Sebastian, Devrah sits against a rocky outcropping in the northern mountains. The sun sets over the horizon, washing the mountainous landscape with bright colors. Her eyes are half-closed, but survey her surroundings constantly. Her ears are perked, and so when footsteps begin to sound behind her she jumps up, whirling around fast.
Finds herself face-to-face with possibly her least favorite person in the world.
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Diarmhid knew where to find Devrah. He always knew where to find her.
She didn't want to be found, but what else was new?
He wasn't surprised, either, when she heard his approach and spun around. He looked at her coldly a minute, neither of them moving, and after a moment of tense silence he asked smoothly:
"Are you going to be civil or do I have to incapacitate you before we can have a discussion?"
Her eyes flashed angrily in response, and he could see the tensing of her shoulders. Reacting, he threw himself at her, drawing his short sword. With a speed characteristic of her, she drew her daggers as well, and the two engaged in a brief struggle for the upper hand.
Devrah had speed on him, but Diarmhid had strength, and about eight years more training. In the end, his cheek was bleeding from a deep cut running across it from ear to lip, and he had landed a blow to the forhead with the dagger handle that would sweel up nastily, but he had pinned her to the ground. He gripped both of her wrists tightly, holding them down so she couldn't use her daggers.
"Now, can we talk?"
He could feel her wrists straining to bend and attack him again, and so he pushed them harder to the rocks, increasing his strength until he became dangerously close to breaking her wrists and at last she stopped struggling, her eyes gleaming madly and her lips open in a snarl.
"Drop them," he said quietly, and when she refused to do so he leaned more of his weight down, pressing the wrists further into the rock. Finally, her fingers relaxed, and both daggers clattered to the rock. Knowing better than to give her a moment with free hands, he left them there rather than trying to retrieve them, and kept his tight grip on her wrists.
She didn't want to be found, but what else was new?
He wasn't surprised, either, when she heard his approach and spun around. He looked at her coldly a minute, neither of them moving, and after a moment of tense silence he asked smoothly:
"Are you going to be civil or do I have to incapacitate you before we can have a discussion?"
Her eyes flashed angrily in response, and he could see the tensing of her shoulders. Reacting, he threw himself at her, drawing his short sword. With a speed characteristic of her, she drew her daggers as well, and the two engaged in a brief struggle for the upper hand.
Devrah had speed on him, but Diarmhid had strength, and about eight years more training. In the end, his cheek was bleeding from a deep cut running across it from ear to lip, and he had landed a blow to the forhead with the dagger handle that would sweel up nastily, but he had pinned her to the ground. He gripped both of her wrists tightly, holding them down so she couldn't use her daggers.
"Now, can we talk?"
He could feel her wrists straining to bend and attack him again, and so he pushed them harder to the rocks, increasing his strength until he became dangerously close to breaking her wrists and at last she stopped struggling, her eyes gleaming madly and her lips open in a snarl.
"Drop them," he said quietly, and when she refused to do so he leaned more of his weight down, pressing the wrists further into the rock. Finally, her fingers relaxed, and both daggers clattered to the rock. Knowing better than to give her a moment with free hands, he left them there rather than trying to retrieve them, and kept his tight grip on her wrists.
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"We have nothing to discuss," Devrah said through clenched teeth, working hard not to show him that she was in pain from the pressure on her wrists. She could feel the rock scraping and pressing into her skin.
"I think we do," Diarmhid said, a casual coldness to his voice, "As I said, Aokan is back - believe it or not - " he cut off her response, "And if you want me to watch your back , you're going to have to do something for me. Besides," he smiled mockingly, "Don't you love me, Little Sister?"
It was a cruel, ironic joke. As children, it had been Diarmhid who had told her that love was a weak man's illusion; had told her casually that he saw her as a weapon, a tool to be honed, trained, and used: but a strong tool, he had said. One that is valued for its usefulness.
He had made her heart icy, and that he had turned out to be right, or so it would seem, on the concept of love jabbed at her, and Diarmhid knew it.
Devrah spit at him, and his eyes flashed with a mirror of her own anger. He lifted one hand briefly to slap her face, hard, but in that one second, Devrah grabbed up her dagger and aimed it towards him. It connected with his shoulder, the blade driving deep.
Fury swarmed up in Diarmhid, and without thinking he punched the side of her face, effectively stunning her for the briefest of seconds. In that time, he drew his own sword, holding it to her throat and pressing the razor-sharp blade in far enough to cause a line of crimson to cross her throat.
"Take that damn thing out of my shoulder or I'll kill you, useful or not," he growled coldly, and there was no mistaking the serious tone.
Smirking like she couldn't care less about living or dying, Devrah obliged - but not before twisting the blade around, and then she yanked it out, hard. Blood gushed forth from the shoulder.
"Bitch," he growled, pressing his sword a little deeper, his anger rising at the blood that continued to flow. But he knew there wasn't much he could do, short of kill her now. If he didn't bandage his shoulder he would bleed to death in perhaps ten minutes.
"I think we do," Diarmhid said, a casual coldness to his voice, "As I said, Aokan is back - believe it or not - " he cut off her response, "And if you want me to watch your back , you're going to have to do something for me. Besides," he smiled mockingly, "Don't you love me, Little Sister?"
It was a cruel, ironic joke. As children, it had been Diarmhid who had told her that love was a weak man's illusion; had told her casually that he saw her as a weapon, a tool to be honed, trained, and used: but a strong tool, he had said. One that is valued for its usefulness.
He had made her heart icy, and that he had turned out to be right, or so it would seem, on the concept of love jabbed at her, and Diarmhid knew it.
Devrah spit at him, and his eyes flashed with a mirror of her own anger. He lifted one hand briefly to slap her face, hard, but in that one second, Devrah grabbed up her dagger and aimed it towards him. It connected with his shoulder, the blade driving deep.
Fury swarmed up in Diarmhid, and without thinking he punched the side of her face, effectively stunning her for the briefest of seconds. In that time, he drew his own sword, holding it to her throat and pressing the razor-sharp blade in far enough to cause a line of crimson to cross her throat.
"Take that damn thing out of my shoulder or I'll kill you, useful or not," he growled coldly, and there was no mistaking the serious tone.
Smirking like she couldn't care less about living or dying, Devrah obliged - but not before twisting the blade around, and then she yanked it out, hard. Blood gushed forth from the shoulder.
"Bitch," he growled, pressing his sword a little deeper, his anger rising at the blood that continued to flow. But he knew there wasn't much he could do, short of kill her now. If he didn't bandage his shoulder he would bleed to death in perhaps ten minutes.
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Diarmhid doesn't seem to notice the traveller approaching.
Anger roars in his ears, making him not as alert to his surroundings as he should be, and the blood continues to gush from his shoulder as he pushes the blade further into his younger sister's neck, perhaps not even aware he is doing so. His anger seems to have taken over his actions.
Anger roars in his ears, making him not as alert to his surroundings as he should be, and the blood continues to gush from his shoulder as he pushes the blade further into his younger sister's neck, perhaps not even aware he is doing so. His anger seems to have taken over his actions.
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Beneath his weight, Devrah's catlike muscles tense and stretch, as she struggles to free herself, but her back is solidly against the rocks, and she can feel warm blood wetting her throat.
She feels something funny in the pit of her stomach.
And then something occurs to her.
I never went to see a medico...
Oh my god. I could be...
Instinct and adrenaline take over then. With a strength she didn't know she had, she strained against his hold, pushing him off her with her body. Almost ... a little more wiggle room now, but that blade was still pressing slowly down on her throat.
No... Her vision started to darken as she lost more blood, and she knew the blade was cutting too deep now.
Not again! I cannot lose another child...
She could almost swear she could see movement from the corner of her fialing vision. But that's crazy. It looked like....
And then everything went black.
She feels something funny in the pit of her stomach.
And then something occurs to her.
I never went to see a medico...
Oh my god. I could be...
Instinct and adrenaline take over then. With a strength she didn't know she had, she strained against his hold, pushing him off her with her body. Almost ... a little more wiggle room now, but that blade was still pressing slowly down on her throat.
No... Her vision started to darken as she lost more blood, and she knew the blade was cutting too deep now.
Not again! I cannot lose another child...
She could almost swear she could see movement from the corner of her fialing vision. But that's crazy. It looked like....
And then everything went black.
The traveler stops over Dia, with a dagger in his right side crossing over to the left side of Dia's neck, Since sebastian holds the dagger backwards. Sebastians left hand grabs Dia's hair, holding him still, with his right knee digging into Dia's side. His tattooed right arm is completely visible. It shows a raging dragon, breathing fire onto seb's neck. In each of it's claws holds a single dagger, The tail of the dragon goes down onto the palm of his right hand. He has Dia pinned. He speaks in his silky smooth voice down to him, Devrah might notice a fire in his eyes not befitting of his cheery Character, Maybe something about Devrah being attacked did this? Could he care that much?
"Listen closely because i'm only going to say this once you ignorant prick. You are going to take that sword out of her. Or i'm going to torture you profusely, then kill you. Well?"
"Listen closely because i'm only going to say this once you ignorant prick. You are going to take that sword out of her. Or i'm going to torture you profusely, then kill you. Well?"
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As Devrah teeters on the brink of unconcsiousness, her eyes fix on the face of someone she thought she'd never see again.
She certainly never thought she'd be glad to see him.
Funny... she must really be losing it... because she could swear she could see a strange sort of concern for her in his eyes... a fire much like the one that she knew had lit her own eyes the second she thought her child might be in danger... the same fire with which she had silently watched Kamik's back for him, whether he knew it or not.
But to think that he... loved her?
Diarmhid was right about that. It was stupid, and it wasn't real. She had learned that the hard way, hadn't she, time and again?
But that fire...
She didn't have time to dwell on it anymore, for he had reached Diarmhid and was holding his dagger to her brother's throat.
Devrah wondered if her or her brother would die today.
Maybe both.
She certainly never thought she'd be glad to see him.
Funny... she must really be losing it... because she could swear she could see a strange sort of concern for her in his eyes... a fire much like the one that she knew had lit her own eyes the second she thought her child might be in danger... the same fire with which she had silently watched Kamik's back for him, whether he knew it or not.
But to think that he... loved her?
Diarmhid was right about that. It was stupid, and it wasn't real. She had learned that the hard way, hadn't she, time and again?
But that fire...
She didn't have time to dwell on it anymore, for he had reached Diarmhid and was holding his dagger to her brother's throat.
Devrah wondered if her or her brother would die today.
Maybe both.
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Diarmhid could feel his anger taking control of him, and in front of his eyes he didn't see his sister anymore. He saw his weak, stupid mother, he saw his tyrant of a father, he saw the orcs that had massacred them. He saw every enemy he'd ever had in his life, and their faces swam until he couldn't distinguish who he was killing anymore.
It didn't matter, the anger insisted, he hated all of them. All of them could die. He didn't give a damn about anyone in this whole world, except for maybe...
Devrah.
She was the only one he had left, the only one he cared the slightest bit about.
And just as the stranger's blade touched his neck, he realized who was pinned beneath him, bleeding increasingly under his sword.
Devrah.
And suddenly, all the emotions that he hadn't been able to feel for twenty-eight years came rushing down on him at once, making up for lost time.
He had to kill something, had to hurt something, had to do anything to make the overwhelming thoughts go away.
But not Devrah.
He rose roughly, scraping his neck accidentally on the blade the stranger held, shoving free of the stranger's arm. He took his sword with him, sheathing it along the way, and he ran.
He didn't know where he was running, except Away.
Away.
It didn't matter, the anger insisted, he hated all of them. All of them could die. He didn't give a damn about anyone in this whole world, except for maybe...
Devrah.
She was the only one he had left, the only one he cared the slightest bit about.
And just as the stranger's blade touched his neck, he realized who was pinned beneath him, bleeding increasingly under his sword.
Devrah.
And suddenly, all the emotions that he hadn't been able to feel for twenty-eight years came rushing down on him at once, making up for lost time.
He had to kill something, had to hurt something, had to do anything to make the overwhelming thoughts go away.
But not Devrah.
He rose roughly, scraping his neck accidentally on the blade the stranger held, shoving free of the stranger's arm. He took his sword with him, sheathing it along the way, and he ran.
He didn't know where he was running, except Away.
Away.
Sebastian was caught ofguard that the man would even try to move, he was thrown to the side forcefully, and winced thinking the man would attack him...
But he didn't. The man just ran away. Sebastian blinks after him, severely confused. He looks back to devrah and moves over to her, looking to see if she is still awake, and how badly she is hurt, His eyes showing compassion instead of fire. Passion instead of anger, Something his eyes never have shown.
But he didn't. The man just ran away. Sebastian blinks after him, severely confused. He looks back to devrah and moves over to her, looking to see if she is still awake, and how badly she is hurt, His eyes showing compassion instead of fire. Passion instead of anger, Something his eyes never have shown.
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Devrah is concious, but a good deal of blood flows from the four-inch-long cut across her neck, and she seems generally bruised and scraped from the fight on the rocky terrain. She sits up slowly, refusing to outwardly acknowledge any pain, but he might be able to tell from very subtle body language that she is hurt. Ignoring that, she attempts to stand, but he can tell she is dizzy, and the blood flowing from her throat, while not immediately life-threatening, looks like a steady enough flow that unattended for perhaps a quarter of an hour could certainly become so. Gingerly, she raises the fingers of one hand to her neck, the other hand still gripping her dagger instinctually.
The fingers come away red and sticky, and there is a strange, hunted look in her green eyes that might clue him in that she is worried about more than her own health - or, at least, more worried than he would expect her to look. She finally makes it to a standing position, and though he must see her muscles shaking in the effort to hold her head up, she ignores the flowing blood and attempts to walk.
Something about her seems slightly off - maybe she is disoriented from the blood loss, maybe something else.
The fingers come away red and sticky, and there is a strange, hunted look in her green eyes that might clue him in that she is worried about more than her own health - or, at least, more worried than he would expect her to look. She finally makes it to a standing position, and though he must see her muscles shaking in the effort to hold her head up, she ignores the flowing blood and attempts to walk.
Something about her seems slightly off - maybe she is disoriented from the blood loss, maybe something else.
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Sebastian nearly stumbles when she says the words. She had already lost one baby, He wasn't going to let her loose another.What could sebastian do, he had no training in the matter, But then he sets off in a run, as fast as he can with the extra weight, Bursting through the west gate yelling
"MEDICO! NOW! West gate, Come on!"
Sebastian kneels, breathing heavily and sweating just the same. he starts whispering to her
"Why do you have to do this to me, I thought that maybe i could actually love a woman and she love me back, But that can't happen if you die. I'll do all i can so you don't loose your life, and another baby."
"MEDICO! NOW! West gate, Come on!"
Sebastian kneels, breathing heavily and sweating just the same. he starts whispering to her
"Why do you have to do this to me, I thought that maybe i could actually love a woman and she love me back, But that can't happen if you die. I'll do all i can so you don't loose your life, and another baby."
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A spark seems to return to her eyes.
"I'm not going to die," she mutters, and makes an effort to stand independently of him, even now showing her fierce independence with her posture. Even now, her eyes retain some of their fire. But, something very unexpected of her:
She holds onto his arm with one hand (the other still instinctively gripping her dagger with white knuckles), using him to keep herself steady - it may be a token gesture but coming from her indicates a level of trust far beyond what she gives to anyone.
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"I'm not going to die," she mutters, and makes an effort to stand independently of him, even now showing her fierce independence with her posture. Even now, her eyes retain some of their fire. But, something very unexpected of her:
She holds onto his arm with one hand (the other still instinctively gripping her dagger with white knuckles), using him to keep herself steady - it may be a token gesture but coming from her indicates a level of trust far beyond what she gives to anyone.
(Open RP for a medico now
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