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Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

When Kenaiwan continued to retreat despite certainly hearing Morthain's shout to him...that is when the knight felt a great pit open up in his stomach, a terrifying sensation of losing his own will to fight. He felt, for the first time in a long time, true fear. Then, the object of his fear made a smarmy comment about her husband. Morthain just sighed in exasperation, though he was now already fighting down the paralyzing fear. Trust Kaevri to always, no matter how dire the situation, keep up her good and inappropriate humor that had Morthain in consternation many, many times before. With his sword still raised, Morthain stepped in slow circles around Kaveri's collapsed form on the ground. The Llarrl were closing in, forming a perimeter, cutting off all avenues of escape. Morthain could not see any way out. This was really it. Though he did notice that the Llarrl did not attack, and he knew it wasn't because they feared the sting of his blade. They didn't want to kill Kaveri and him. Yet. But the queen saying it hammered it home in Morthain's soul, and she saw a frightening transformation in her protector. He wasn't an unbowed knight anymore. His frame was drooping, his sword was lowering to the ground, and his shoulders slumped. Defeated. He was giving up. He turned his head slightly to Kaveri, and even in the twilight she could notice that his eyes were shinier and glassier than normal. I...I'm sorry, Kaevri. I'm so sorry. I did my best. I'm sorry... He spoke in a slightly cracking, very quiet voice, and he used the former queen's real name, something he almost never did. He slumped closer to her, while still looking all around him at thewarily advancing Llarrl. There was no way they could get out of this. But then, Morthain had an idea, a last-ditch and desperate idea. Finding some scrap of his courage, he suddenly stood tall again and lifted his sword back up, and the Llarrl halted their advance. He looked around, glaring at them...and then, to Kaevri, started making a stuttering series of strange coughs and growls. Occasionally, the Northern defense that Morthain had led had captured a live Llarrl or two, and Morthain took it upon himself to study them as best as he could, to know his enemy better...including their language. Somewhat, at least. Leave-her-alone. I-no-fight. Take-me-leave-her-alone . Then he turned his sword down and planted the tip into the dirt, though his hand remained resting on the hilt.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Kaevri watched the whole scene with growing apprehension. If it had been over quickly, that would be terrifying enough, but watching Morthain wilt like this was another matter entirely. She pulled herself up to stand beside him, though without any sort of queenly grace. Muddy and bruised with tangled hair and dark circles under her eyes, Kaevri looked nothing like royalty and felt it. The llarl captors started making a strange coughing sound in response to... Whatever it was that Morthain said. She could guess that he was trying to bargain for her safety, but the snarling noises he made could barely be called a language at all. The wolf-beasts fur rippled as the noise continued. The simple motion gave more indication of muscle than any flexing she had seen so far. A tiny rational bit of her brain was very thankful for her exhaustion had she any strength in her legs, she would be screaming and running through the forest. They were just so close ! Kaevri, no longer an empress but a terrified woman, gripped Morthain's arm in silent plea for information. We will take you, klagshrrgh , The tallest of the llarl said. The coughing growl continued through the group. Another of the monsters unwound a thick rope from a pouch and began tying it into a noose-like knot. We take you both. One quick movement and the Llarl rope was around Kaevri's neck. She had barely seen the toss, but it landed well. Her fingers scraped at the thin skin at her throat, trying to loosen the knot without luck. She stumbled away from Morthain and towards the captors in an effort to relieve pressure. The loop tightened only until her breathing was affected, then the llarl abruptly stopped pulling. She was within easy reach of the creature, and it snapped some sort of bone clasp over the knot before gesturing to Morthain to approach. Give me hands. It snarled in barely-understandable common. Give me hands or me kill bitch. Kaevri gasped and scrambled to get her fingers under the rope, but the llarl only made that horrible coughing noise. The first and largest llarl spoke up in it's own language, speaking very slowly so as not to be misunderstood. This knot grows tighter, not looser. He gestured to the knights hands, then to the llarl holding the end of Kaevri's noose. Resist, she dies. you will be bound with the end of her knot. You pull, she dies. One chance. Green eyes panicked and wide, Kaevri managed to calm herself enough to draw a shaky breath. She had no idea what was being said, but it was clear that she could breathe but not remove the noose. Her hands felt at the bone clasp and found it featureless, smooth, and unmoving. At least until she wiggled it a little and the collar grew tighter. She tried to move the clasp back, but it wouldn't budge! She dropped her hands to her sides. Um... well... ehem. Yes. I can't seem to get this off. She wondered if he would hate her for this as much as she hated herself for it. Perhaps you should do as they say? The llarl with her 'leash' held out a massive paw-hand to Morthain, clearly expecting him to comply.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Though they had been friends for over a year, Kaevri had never seen her companion so angry. The venom in his glare left her more shaken and breathless than the noose around her neck. At that moment, she would have given her life to undo that one look. She struggled to keep up with the pace that the llarl captors set, but falling behind seemed unwise. Tied to Morthain's hands, she had no choice but to keep up any missed step would send her tumbling and she dreaded what a fall would mean without slack in the rope. Oddly, the llarl never snapped at her or tried to beat her. Only a few noblemen had ever been captured, but they had all died soon after. The llarl were not kind to their enemies as a whole, however nobles seemed to warrant a special level of cruelty. Of course filthy as she was, Kaevri did not look like any sort of noblewoman. It was highly likely that she hadn't been recognized. The thought gave her meager comfort for the long hike. Soon after dawn was stippling the path with sickly light, they passed the carriage. More llarl were prowling around it, sniffing at the dirty bedding and poking through the hay. Morthain's armor, the cooking supplies, and a short sword Kaevri didn't remember bringing were all piled up to the side of the road and discarded. She stared longingly at the blade while the scavengers argued over something in their strange and snarling tongue. She half-wished that she could understand the noises that the monsters made as the groups apparently exchanged greetings and gossip. The break was very brief and the queen and her knight were marched back into the woods, following a north-western path. Morthain, She whispered as her curiosity overpowered her fear. How did you learn to speak their language? Do... Do they want a ransom? I doubt that Kenaiwan will pay it, if they do.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

As the Llarrl started to get their two captive humans to move, Morthain was jostled enough to see the fearful expression that Kaevri was regarding him with. Some pang of remorse went through him, but his anger still flared. It took some time and effort, but Morthain did his best to focus on the monotonous marching, letting the repetative action calm his mind and get his anger under control. Anger wasn't going to do him any good here. Eventually, Morthain wrestled down his emotions and was able to focus on priorities again. His mission hadn't changed, Kaevri still needed his protection. Even though they were captured, Morthain would make every effort to shield her from their captors, and he could only do that with a clear head. When they passed by their abandoned carriage later, Morthain glanced at his armor and weapons, but quickly looked away. Unfortunately, there was no possible way he could get to his equipment, and dwelling on it wouldn't do any good either. He noted that they were there, and moved on. After the Llarrl parties conversed with each other and set Morthain and Kaevri off marching again, the knight blinked and looked over to Kaevri when she asked her question, then sighed. No, they don't want a ransom...they said something about 'labor', 'camp', and 'work pits'... Morthain replied, answering the easier and less pleasant question first. As for how I learned...well. During my third tour, when I was promoted to my first real officer position, I carried on a practice that some of my predecessors did whenever a golden low-risk opportunity arose--which wasn't often--we would take a Llarrl or two prisoner, for study and interrogation. In any kind of war, it is universally true that the better you understand your enemy, the better off you are. Understanding what your enemy is saying is a valuable and potent tool when applied correctly. We used the captured Llarrl to learn how they spoke to each other, then taught what we learned to our most elite scouting rangers, who could then eavesdrop on Llarrl encampments and learn their plans. It wasn't always successful...was actually unsuccessful most of the time...but the few times we did manage to learn of the creature's plans in advance made crucial differences in a few battles. It's been awhile though, so I'm...a bit rusty at it, and I never learned it that comprehensively myself in the first place. I'm only picking up on every other word or so of what they're saying. Morthain explained, as a story that could keep him talking for a bit to slightly distract both their minds, and take the edge off the situation they were in.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

I wonder what they mean by that? Though I suppose we should be happy not knowing. She mused quietly. Talking had a noticable effect on Morthain, so she was happy to keep him talking. Even if he was talking about the Hills. They marched in silence for a few more minutes while she thought unhappily about her peoples' bloodiest battlefield. Fighting at the Hills had been constant for all of recorded history, though there were legends about what had come before... I once asked my father to create a truce with the Llarl. She murmured half to herself. I thought that if both sides just tried hard enough, the fighting would stop and everyone could get along. I begged him and made a terrible scene when he kept refusing. It seems so... naive now. She fingered the rope around her neck and smiled bitterly off into the trees as she remembered. Her mother had made a special trip to Kaevri's chambers just to explain why a peace treaty couldn't succeed. Empress Drennalla was very ill at that point it was the last time Kaevri saw her mother out of bed, in fact. The Empress had lectured on divine right and the will of the gods, but all Kaevri had heard was 'it has never been done'. At the time it seemed like pig-headed idiocy, but now she saw why. I'm sorry, you know. That you had to go to that horrible place. The Hills are not a place I would willingly send any person, but particularly not... she trailed off and sidled closer to him while the llarl guards watched closely. They made no move to stop her as she touched his arm tentatively. Kaevri let her hand fall again and considered taking hishand as they walked. By now they had slowed considerably, but the llarl were not prodding them to move faster. I didn't know that Kenaiwan was going to send you away. Please believe that I had nothing to do with sending you back.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Morthain listened to Kaevri, so innocent, as she told him about how once she thought a truce would be possible with the Llarrl, even though she admitted to being naive about it in light of what she had seen now. Morthain's heart weighed heavy, regretful that he could not shield her from this horror. There are many men who have lost something important to them to the Llarrl, and are mad with grief and would fight until their deaths...but many more who are just...tired. This war has been going on for so long. Before we were overrun, the people up north were being ground down in spirit, losing their will...if the Llarrl were to offer a truce, or if they were willing to accept one we give them, most of us would agree in a heartbeat. We just want the fighting to stop ...but the Llarrl attacks are unrelenting and without mercy. They want this war... The knight then sighed. He tried to hide his weariness, but if anyone could see through him, it was Kaevri. He then shook his head at Kaevri when she said she would not want to order anyone to the North. What must be done must be done to defend ourselves, milady...I have sent men to their deaths myself. More than once. It was necessary, the best option from a pool of worse options to hold the line to keep the fortifications up one more day... Morthain sighed again, and looked around at the Llarrl hearding him and Kaevri. And in the end, it was all for naught. He paused when Kaevri then begged him to believe that she wasn't the one to send him back. Again, he shook his head, this time with a wistful smile. Of course, Kaevri...I knew you weren't involved in that. But even if you were, even if you had ordered me back in person...I would have gone, and I would have done so without regret or resent. It is my duty. My purpose. The oath that I have sworn as an honor-bound knight. I embrace it, even if it would require my life. On and on, the Llarrl walked them, well into the morning, long past where Kaevri's legs would have ached terribly from not being used to such activity, at which point Morthain would help support her and keep her on her feet. As for himself, Morthain could march from dawn to dusk, and beyond...but, eventually, there was a change in the demeanor of the Llarrl, and Morthain caught a few of the snarls between them. We're almost to...wherever we're going... He whispered to Kaevri.
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Morthain took a few steadying breaths as Kaevri told him that she considered his duties already fulfilled, and that she just wanted him to live. He was always amazed at how she had such concern for him, he who was merely one of her many servants. All the same, though he knew he wasn't supposed to put either of the royals above the other, Kaevri's care for him continually earned deeper devotion and loyalty. When she continued on about how her father handled the war and what she thought about it, Morthain couldn't keep an exhausted, but happy smile from his face. He usually tried not to think about it because of it being inappropriate, but that was why he liked her so much. Morthain knew, better than most, that there was hardly anyone who didn't have something dark weighing on their hearts. Even his fellow knights had their imperfections, and gods knew, Morthain had done things in the past he wasn't proud of. But Kaevri...she was different from all that. Kaevri was about the only person Morthain had ever met who he could call truly good. She always had concern for others around her, always saw people Morthain would have disregarded as criminals or just rotten instead as misguided people to be pitied, just like she was thinking of the Llarrl now, despite everything that had happened already. She had an innocence, a pure goodness about her that Morthain constantly felt needed to be protected and nurtured, as one of the few things in the world truly worth defending. But when they started walking into the borders of a ranch hours later, Morthain was almost as ready to drop as Kaevri was, and was only surviving on rote action even as he helped keep her supported. But as they saw everything and everyone around them, Morthain managed to dreg up another miniscule burst of energy to put an arm around Kaveri's shoulder and protectively hold her closer. He looked about with his mouth grimly flattened into a thin line. ...Yes. He answered her. It would seem the Llarrl are...using captive humans as slave labor. Morthain already had resigned himself to the knowledge that there wasn't likely any way he could keep Kaevri out of it, so all he could do was keep an eye out for opportunities where he could relieve any burden she is given. Their fellow humans just watched the former queen and knight, already knowing that the pair were going to be made to join everyone else in service of the wolf-men-beasts. But as they walked more and more into the ranch, Morthain then saw a particular man off in the distance, one who was standing tall and seemed unbound, looking as if he was speaking to a group of Llarrl. When the man noticed the approaching group, he turned and began to walk in Morthain and Kaevri's direction...
Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Kaevri's heart jumped when she saw the human figure walking towards them. She hoped that it meant that an alliance had been made, but even her optimism couldn't convince her. If nothing else, it indicated that the Llarl were willing to give humans some degree of freedom. Perhaps even some kindness? As the figure drew closer, her hope withered. Dressed in a discordant mix of rough leather and fine cloth, the man didn't walk to them so much as prowl . He had a feral look to him, hair all a wild grey tangle and a massive scar that twisted the right side of his face into an eternal snarl. As the man approached, Kaevri was struck by the fact that the man had no weapons on him besides a thick wooden baton that he carried in his left hand. She assumed initially that he must be left handed, but once he stopped a few yards away, she saw the truth. His right hand was badly mangled. The thumb, pinkie, and first finger had all been removed while a lump of scar tissue forced his remaining two fingers into a clawed position. The queen forced herself to resist cringing as a pair of grey eyes raked over her. The man made a series of guttural noises and snarls that she assumed were the llarl tongue and one of her captors ripped her unceremoniously from Morthain's protective arm. The llarl fiddled with her leash until the noose loosened and was pulled off. While she gasped in grateful relief, the man stalked forward and several other llarl moved closer to Morthain to interrupt any trouble he might think to cause. Turn around. In circle. The man ordered, motioning to her with his mangled hand. Kaevri complied, haltingly. The man, now obviously some sort of taskmaster, grabbed a fistful of her hair and gave it a rough shake. He seemed satisfied by the way it stayed attached, and proceeded to paw at her breasts and stomach. Poor Kaevri couldn't help but cringe from that. How many whelp? He demanded, poking at her hips. When she did not respond immediately, the man turned to Morthain. This is your bitch? How many whelp you make?
Thread: Save a horse, ride a Cowboy (Charliesweb7 &  pnw2013)

Ben was working in the field when he saw the BMW pull up the road. He heard there was getting some help on the farm, and he scoffed. He thought to himself, whoever thinks they'll be able to last out here driving in something like that is terribly mistaken. He was the typical redneck in school, but he wasn't fazed by the moniker. In fact, he embraced it. He loved his upbringing and where he came from. He never got good grades, but never cared about grades. He was only in school because you went to jail otherwise. He only took the classes he needed and got just the grades required to pass, nothing more. He only wanted to cruise through so he could get back home and back on the farm. That is, until he joined the football team. He loved being on the team. He loved feeling strong and in control of his situation. Hats why he loved being on the farm, as well. He loved to feel strong. These two pastimes, football and farm work, occupied all of his time. He had joined the team in middle school, and had helped on the farm for years earlier. It was these that built his into the 6'3 muscular frame he had today. He quite admired his build. It was useful, anyway. He always flirted, but he was never interested in any of the bimbos who normally hit on him. He didn't fail to see why, either. He had a large, broad chest and thick arms. He didn't have defined abs, he wasn't an Abercrombie and Fitch model. But he did have the muscle there. He also had a strong jaw, which framed thin lips and was covered in stubble. He liked the rough feeling, but didn't want the hassle of keeping a full beard. When the BMW arrived, he was wearing dirty, faded jeans and steel-toed boots. He never understood cowboy boots outside of a rodeo. His flannel plaid shirt had the sleeves rolled up and left the top two buttons unbuttoned. He was wearing a baseball cap to keep the sun out of his eyes, as he peered to see who was walking out of the car. Charles! A man yelled from the other side. He must need his father. I'll get him! He came back a short time later, and they both greeted him.
Thread: Save a horse, ride a Cowboy (Charliesweb7 &  pnw2013)

Charles! Her father, Hunter, called and embraced the older man. It has been far too long. He replied. Katherine just rolled her eyes, really not looking forward to this. Her eyes looked over to the guy who was roughly her age. Hum, not half bad looking.... She thought to herself. Maybe working on the farm wouldn't be too dreadful. Maybe a little fun. Even if Katherine wasn't the type to sleep around. Is this the little Katherine you have been talking about? She doesn't look so little to me! Charles replied. Katherine finally pushed the sunglasses up into her hair, showing her face. No but she is my baby. Katherine, this is Charles and Ben! He replied. Katherine extended her hand and lightly shook each mans hand. Of course their grip overpowered hers easily. Nice to meet both of you. She replied, putting on a fake smile. Ben, why don't you show Katherine where she is staying so she can get settled in before lunch? Charles replied to his son.
Thread: Save a horse, ride a Cowboy (Charliesweb7 &  pnw2013)

Sure thing, Dad. He answered. He turned to the girl, and said, Come on, little lady. She didn't seem to enjoy that, but he couldn't care less. Just another bimbo, he thought. And a rich one at that. He figured she must be a rich city girl, all her clothes were too fancy and sparkly compared to what he got at Walmart. He led the way to the house, quite a walk from where they were. He could already hear her panting from the walk. He chuckled to himself, and knew he was going to have fun with this pushover. He called to her over his shoulder, So you got a name? Or should I just call you Sparkles? He unlocked the door, and stepped aside to allow her in first.
Thread: Save a horse, ride a Cowboy (Charliesweb7 &  pnw2013)

Little lady. What, was she like 12 and he was 40? Please. She noticed that the house was still quite a walks a way. Sure, she swam and was in shape but the boots weren't meant for walking....until the song said. She was inhaling deep breaths, trying not to sound like she was a little winded. Um...I am pretty sure my father introduced me back there She replied to him, going into the house. It was small. Like...cozy. Cute...but not something she would generally go for. It was rustic. Which was great in the mountains. Not in the country. It is Katherine. Ben right? She asked him, looking back to him.