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Thread: ~ Ğяǝÿsɯıʇɥ }} ḋεṿïαи¢ε υиḋεɾ τhε вïģ τøρ {{  ₮ɐℓıи ~

Pavla Marie Ibanescu Pavla knew it was true, she had all the signs. She wrung her hands in her lap and sat waiting for him to arrive. He would know what to do, he always did. At 22 she was dependent upon him to figure it out. Looking up as he entered with sad, tearful brown eyes she saw the scorn in his eyes. Inwardly she cringed, and shied away from him, sinking into the chair that sat opposite his desk. She watched as he hung his hat on the peg in the small wagon he used as his office. You wanted to see me? Petre asked, his deep voice showing his age as he stared at her, dark black eyes sweeping over her. He licked his lips, he would have to have her after this meeting, it had been too long since he had felt her body shudder against his. Pavla! He said gaining her attention with his sharp tone. Speak up Im, a busy man. Im with child, the girl stated softly, she pulled her flowing dress tighter against her small frame. The bulge of her belly visible, she caught her head in her hands and cried. Is this what you wanted to tell me, that you are a harlot, one that cant keep her legs together. TELL ME! he glared at her while inside he panicked. What is it you expect me to do? You brought this on yourself! His words were harsh, he knew her lover, he knew her parents, he knew every painful detail. His wifes face flashed in his head, he shook it away. The child is your Petre Father please her voice cracked and she sobbed all the harder. Rising her moved toward her, patting her head he let his mind move over his transgressions. It was true, she was his daughter, but not by blood. He was her only lover, of this he was sure. He clenched and unclenched his jaw. A small flicker of hope in the dark lit and sparked. Stay here, I may have a solution. He watched as she nodded and responded, Good girl. Whistling he moved through the maze that was their home, temporary here but always the same once set up. The ringmaster moved past tents until he reached the one he wanted. Patting his hand on the cloth he entered without much waiting. The man he sought was inside, he was sure. The smirk that crossed his lips was downright devious, what woman would want the freak that stood before him. Dmitry, I need your help, actually its Pavla. She is in trouble. He scowled and sat across from the much larger form rubbing his head, resting his tall hat on his knee. She has lain with a married man and is with child, I need a husband for her, someone discreet. Petre hoped his plan would work. She is in my wagon, we cannot afford to wait, her belly swells as we tarry. The young woman sat in the wagon alone, worry painted her every feature. She hoped her step father would be able to right his wrong. She knew he would try to blame her none of it had been her fault. Her mother would blame her, hed said. He was forceful and it scared her. She still remembered the shame each time it happened. Now everything was ruined, hed always been able to come up with solutions in the past and hoped today would be no different. She heard him yell her name and she moved, opening the door to the wagon she stepped out. Yes father?
Thread: ~ Ğяǝÿsɯıʇɥ }} ḋεṿïαи¢ε υиḋεɾ τhε вïģ τøρ {{  ₮ɐℓıи ~

Pavla saw Dmitry standing with her father, the giant, stepping out she stood across from Petre. Youll marry him, raise the baby as his, be with him. Petre sneered and leaned closer hugging her as he whispered the things he would do to her if she told the truth, then he added in a final threat about her new husband. I will have him thrown from the circus, you will both be nothing if I hear a word breathed about this.. he shoved her using her stomach to propel her into Dmitry. Pavla felt the pain from the shove and she collapsed at his feet crying, she felt more shame than she had ever felt in her entire life. He was as much to blame, but nothing could be said, no fingers pointed. she sobbed on the muddy earth surrounding her betrotheds feet. Get up Pavla, youre getting married tomorrow, tonight you will sleep on the floor of his tent, tomorrow you will do as he says. Make him happy, stay faithful. She looked up, dark hair blowing across her face, the strands dancing in the breeze as she watched Petres back move into his office. Her brown eyes turned looking at the mud squished in her hands. she didnt know Dmitry or any of the other males, she wasnt allowed, it was improper. Yet the one that had hurt her, destroyed her reputation was her own family member. Her flowered dress was a mess, dirt streaked her bare legs. Her eyes followed up his large body, I will need to gather my things from my mothers tent. she rose slowly and stood looking up at him. She had no fear, she wasnt afraid of any of the freaks , though Petre had tried instilling it in her. I am not sure why you would want me for your wife, what promises he made, know that I am sorry to bring my shame to your good name. Her tears were gone but her small nose was red, as well as her eyes. Pavla walked the short distance to her mothers tent, her mother was rarely there. She stayed in the larger tent her stepfather had while Pavla refused to share. Her dark eyes met those of her mothers. they looked alike only 20 years difference. Pavla opened her mouth to say something, but her mother held her hand up to silence her. The sadness in her mothers eyes was hard to deal with. Her mothers hard slap was unexpected and sent Pavla into more tears. Standing only at five feet even her mother, an acrobat, towered over her. A married man I raised you better than that, get your things I no longer wish to see you. her mother gestured to her bags and a box near the front flaps. Grabbing her things she ran from the tent, one hand clasped over the red handprint on her cheek. Hed made sure she had nowhere to go but with Dmitry. Her heart sank at the thought of isolation no doubt the other workers knew or would know, by morning. Dragging the heavy bag behind her she stood next to him. I am ready. She stood looking at her feet, the only thing left were what the future held. The man before her made her nervous. Her eyes followed up his long frame again, she smiled slightly, softly.
Thread: ~ Ğяǝÿsɯıʇɥ }} ḋεṿïαи¢ε υиḋεɾ τhε вïģ τøρ {{  ₮ɐℓıи ~

They say news travels fast, and bad news like wildfire. This particular bad news was like a bullet into the darkness. She had barely had time to come to before Petre and his wife were barging into Dmitrys tent, fawning over his daughter as if she had been lost and was suddenly found. Dmitry watched the tirade in silence, his hand still clasped onto Pavlas until her mother glared at him, he reluctantly released her digits, Petres hand falling on his shoulder, promising compensation and making another great fuss. His blood boiled, stone faced and unwilling to accept that the woman he had just crossed every social barrier to assist was being taken away as if he has simply babysat for a day. But it had already become more than that, and her words echoed in his head Dont let them take her away. And he wouldnt. She will not leave. He bellowed, stopping the arguing between the dysfunctional family, each of them looking at him in different ways. He rose to his feet, towering over the rest of them, a look of determination on his face. She she has just suffered a terrible loss. She needs rest. He spoke in a more calm tone, taking a step in front of his bed, placing himself between them and his new wife. He saw Petres mouth open, but he put up his hand, unwilling to listen to what the man said. I said, she needs rest. And she will remain here until she is better. I will see to her care. He demanded this now, eyes filled with rage. I promise you, if you should take her away like this, I will be the first one to leave. And I will take all of the other side show artists with me. You may think this and idle threat, but I assure you, without us, your circus will fall. We are your money makers, and you know it as well as I do. He spoke sternly, taking a step forward, so that he had to look down over his nose at Petre, his wife already pulling back with fear in her eyes. Leave Pavla with me. When she is better, the decision will be hers to make, whether to leave, return to you or to consummate our marriage, so that to all and in the eyes of god she is my wife. Mine! He yelled his final word, fists tight at his side. The anger in his words was palpable. But he knew not what the reaction might be to his demands, Petre could simply kill him on the spot, but Dmitry knew he would not go down without a fight.
Thread: ~ Ğяǝÿsɯıʇɥ }} ḋεṿïαи¢ε υиḋεɾ τhε вïģ τøρ {{  ₮ɐℓıи ~

Petre burned with rage, Pavla could see it and was thankful that Dmitry stood up for her. She will make no such decision, she is MY daughter remember your place! He grumbled, Take the artists with you I WILL RUIN YOU, all of you freaks As if just remembering something he shoved past the monster. Which is it? Have you consummated your marriage or have you not? Which? The anger burning on his red face scared her. We HAVE, Pavla yelled, her eyes dull. He pleased me, she whispered. Petres eyes went wide with rage thought he said nothing. Turning on his heel he stormed to her mother, glaring at Dmitry, I do not believe your marriage has been consummated and I will return for her, she is mine! Staring at her mother he moved from the tent. Her mother just stared at her, then turned and followed her husband. Pavla shook her fear apparent now. I will run away before going back there with him. I dont want him taking it out on you or the others. I will stay with you Dmitry, even if it leaves me in the path of his rage. Her insides rolled and her head pounded in her skull. She wasnt sure how they would manage. Her step father knew what went unsaid about her new lover. Shed only held his hand, but the charade had to be kept up. Thank you for standing up to him, he is not an easy man to do that to. Hed have slapped me for back talking him if you hadnt stood up. She wiped her hands over her cheeks and up against her eyes grabbing all her tears and drying her face. I hate lying and Im sorry. Her brown deep depths sought his blue and patted the bed next to her, You are tired, as am I. Would you keep me warm Dmitry, please? She pulled back the covers, the women had changed her into a light blue shirt but her skin was still pale as she leaned back against the pillows. He will try to force me to work, I will not, until I am healed. It is best this way. I was not fit to care for a child made in such a way.
Thread: ~ Ğяǝÿsɯıʇɥ }} ḋεṿïαи¢ε υиḋεɾ τhε вïģ τøρ {{  ₮ɐℓıи ~

Dmitrys heart skipped a beat when he, without thinking, contradicted what Pavla had said first, that they indeed had felt the heat of one anothers embrace, he stammered a bit, but thankfully Pavla jumped in, he was surprised by her words, but even more surprised at the pure rage which filled her stepfather. He treated her as if she was a possession, or a whore. It was uncomfortable to witness, but given Dmitrys growing desire to protect her from this callous man, almost unbearable to simply stand by at watch him degrade her with such vigor. Once they had finally left, he let out a roar of contempt, cursing them to the dirt with every Russian curse word he could muster, pacing the floor a few times before reaching for an almost empty bottle, putting it up to his lips and drinking the remainder of its contents. He sighed, placing it with the rest of the empty bottles, finally having fulfilled his rage before turning to Pavla, and instantly feeling ashamed. She was visibly crying. He looked at the ground taking a few steps closer to where she lay on his bed, slumping himself onto the chair beside it. I know not why you do not wish to live with your parents, but I will not question it Clearly he is not a man that gives you any respect or decency I promise never to beat you, or mistreat you like he does. He tried to comfort her, looking up at the ceiling of his tent, trying to gather his thoughts as best as possible. To her request, he looked into her eyes for a moment, wondering if she truly did want him to lay beside her, and when he could not find a trace of fear, or disgust for him, he blinked at her a few times, before nodding his head. Yes, Of course whatever you need. He agreed, pulling himself to his feet and removing his shirt, hands falling to his pant buckle but stopping, thinking better of it at that moment and merely blowing out the lantern and climbing into bed half clothed. The bed was not large, and generally there was enough room for him, but for two people he wasnt exactly sure. Dmitry lay on his side, draping an arm over her body and circling it around her, pulling her body close to his, he let out a breath, unbeknownst to him that he had been holding, his other arm slipping beneath the pillow under her head. His heart was pounding in his chest, his grip was extremely gentle, for every movement he made, felt for sure as if he may harm her small form. But she did not let out any signs of being in pain, so he simply put his head down on his pillow, so that he was almost face to face with her. Are you.. Comfortable? He asked gently, the heat of her body was incredible against his, the softness of her arm against his hand he raised the digits to her face, pushing her deep brown locks aside from her face. Her eyes were red from crying, gently wiping beneath them with the pad of his thumb, attempting to dry them as best he could, holding her cheek gently in his hand. I know I know I am not the most appealing of husband. But I will protect you. He reassured her, letting his hand fall and wrap around her again, pulling her body closer to his. Come.. Sleep. We both need it.
Thread: ~ Ğяǝÿsɯıʇɥ }} ḋεṿïαи¢ε υиḋεɾ τhε вïģ τøρ {{  ₮ɐℓıи ~

Shaking her head as she heard the glass bottom of the bottle hit the table, she wanted to cry. She didnt like Dmitry drunk she adored him sober, when he held her and at least tried to care for her. e felt his hand tangle in her hair as he pulled her toward him, she stumbled and fell harder against his chest that she would have liked. Yes, but not like this. her body trembled as he manipulated it int the ways he wanted. A few soft moans escaped her lips when he moved his lips on her throat and his hand on her small body. Undeniable heat rose from her midsection. You may think you are, but not when you are drinking and acting this way. This man that you are now is not who I married. She stared at him as he held her close to his face. she wanted to look away and forget everything hed done so far, but she couldnt. Opening her mouth she closed it again, she liked having him near, had since that first night. Sure he didnt want to hear that answer she was relieved when he settled her on the mattress. Expecting him to walk away she relaxed but as he came over her she tensed. She felt his warmth hovering over hers, body brushing hers gently every once in a while. His body was so large and warm over hers, she could have placed her arms around him a ways and urged him to mash her down into the mattress, allow her to truly feel him, but the thought scared her a bit. He thought she was tormenting him Her brown eyes searching his for something, anything. You are not a toy her words were soft and whispered. Watching as he sat on the beds edge. Her mouth fell open slightly at his words. As he swallowed the drink she found words, While you may find me beautiful, I do not think you are a monster. I think if given the chance I could love you. But you dont want me Dmitry, you stated so yourself. She sat up and tilted her head. You called me a tainted bride and hardly a prize. It wasnt my fault that I was tainted, it wasn't my choice. My being hardly a prize... Well I am sorry I am inadequate as a woman. Her lower lip trembled, no woman liked to think she wasn't complete. Glorianna will show me what all I can do to be a good mate for you. But you feel forced to marry me. You were and you have every right to be angry. However, I was forced as well. I am making due. I am trying to work with you, but I cant do it alone. She moved from the bed and hobbled to him. Wrapping her arms about him she sighed. I am sorry, sorry that I am not what you want. Dmitry, I will try to be what you would like to have, but I cant guarantee that it will happen. Yes, I am scared of my stepfather, but I know that you are able to stop him. I adore that you stood up to him but, if a true wife is what you want then some changes will need to be made, from both of us. Looking up at him she sighed again, Wont you come with me to bed now, lie however you want I will not complain. I need to be comforted and I want you to be the one to do it. She stepped back, taking his hand. Please?
Thread: ~ Ğяǝÿsɯıʇɥ }} ḋεṿïαи¢ε υиḋεɾ τhε вïģ τøρ {{  ₮ɐℓıи ~

Pavlas heart raced as she stood there in front of him, would he ever allow her to truly love him. She wanted to be his true wife and give him what he needed, but would the day ever come? She felt his hand in her hair and smiled up at him softly, shyly as he confirmed hed be coming to their bed with her. The dark shirt hung loose on her slight frame, she wasnt sure where Glorianna and Elizabeth had gotten it from. Sliding into bed she relaxed under the covers and sighed as she sank down into the mattress. She wanted him comfortable with her, she wasnt sure what had happened to him, but could sense his unease. She slid her arms around him as he settled in beside her, eyes meeting his briefly before looking away. Blushing, but she smiled as his hand stroked over her arm and on up to her face. Lifting her eyes to his again her mind sputtered to form thoughts. When his hand dropped she bit on her lower lip, Thank you. He pulled her closer and she sighed, it was comforting in his arms, but she could feel the tension. Feeling as though she wanted to cry, however she wasnt sure why. She brushed her lips against the underside of his jaw, the bit of scruff there tickling her cheek. Dmitry, you are not inadequate and I think if you allow me in, One small olive hand came around his body and caressed his heart. We would be good before one another. She left her hand against his heart as her chocolate eyes gazed into his blue. She found herself thinking thoughts that were best left alone, for now. The way he touched her so gently gave way to her heart and the strong beats that fluttered it behind her breast. She rested her head against him, tucking it in under his chin. Pavla knew he would need to go to work, but was unsure of when. It was still early and most everyone was moving about outside of their tent. As tired as she had been moments ago, she could not sleep now. The way he had changed and treated her so roughly had only slightly scared her. Thinking about it deeper she wondered if perhaps he was drinking more now because of her. She didnt like feeling conceited or as though she was the center of his torture. Maybe that was what he had meant when he mentioned that he didnt take well to torment. Dmitry, do you desire me is that why you drank to help drown the feelings? She lifted her head to look him in the eye. I have not meant to torment or torture you I want you to be happy and comfortable around me. Tell me how I can help you do that please. both of her hands had slid up his body to his cheeks, each thumb gliding smoothly over his rough tan skin. She didnt want to see him like this, drowning himself on her account or not, either way she wanted to help him.
Thread: Live by the sword ((For Arc))

Ray is a master of the sword so much so that most practice bored her and as a result she had come up with a new style unusead by anyone ever before called Kenta-No-Sentou. Many people have taken an intrest in her awsome new style but she refused to show anyone. The practice is very difficult to master and only someone with truth strengh can be sucessful. But most people are weak...they give into their wants and desires. Ray was always strong and have great will power. Ray is tall about 58 with long black hair, most people say she has a handsome face. But that could be because she is practically emotionless. The sword master generally hates other people and lives up on the mountains a distance away from the town and its people. Some how her house was found by a young neko boy interested in learning her sword fighting style. Of course this did not go over well right away.
Thread: Live by the sword ((For Arc))

Looking up to the house he stood weakly, even his stance was more of a joke, than worthy of a fighter. His clothing was simple, cloth pants leaving his feet exposed, his claws though short looked more threatening than he was. Clenching his toes repeatedly his nails scratching on the ground some as he did so. Wearing a simple white shirt, and a black vest that matched his pants. Holding two weapons one, clearly made of wood hand carved. He had made it himself when he was cast out of the house. As well tightly hugged to his chest a metal one, crafted by a master blacksmith, his grandfather. He was a weakly looking person, the only thing he was good at was running and avoiding things. His black hair was cut short, so when he matted down his ears they were unnoticible. His green eyes scared as he stared at the building before him, his tail wrapped tightly around his waist, something he did to hide it more than anything. Looking nervously around the outside, having heard of the style, and knew it was his only hope of returning home, his 'grandfather' had passed and the family not wanting to put up with him, as he was so useless he was cast from the home. Having remembered his grandfather speak off how he could be such a great fighter, despite his lack of skill, or focus, he had an unwavering will. He really would do whatever it took to get what he wanted. He stepped forward slowly to see if the person who owned it would greet him, not knowing what to do. He had never been in the outside world like this, unfamiliar with everything that was going on, just knowing he needed somewhere to live, until he could go home, though he did not quite understand he was unwanted, and would never be allowed to return.
Thread: Live by the sword ((For Arc))

The sword master walked into her vertically empty house. Ray lived alone and didn't really have much she lived off of instant ramien noodles and rice since she never had a time to learn how to cook and neither did she care. Ray stood at the back of her house resting from the practicing she did earlier. Sensing someone near by Her eyes were closed and had opened to cold blue eyes that fit well with her emotionless face. Damn it... Ray muttered and sighed. Walking towards the neko sat she quickly pulled out her sword and pointed it at the nekos throat. Who the hell are you, and what do you want? the words were sharp and cold. Her black bangs fell slightly over her eye. Ray truly appeared to be a warrior or some kind of ruthless killer. It was obvious she didn't like other people. Hmpt Pulled back her sword she placed it back in it's shieth seeing that it was what just looked like a younger weaker male. Folding her arms and gazing down at the neko with heartless eyes she waited for his response.
Thread: Live by the sword ((For Arc))

When he saw the sword he tried to react moving back, though in his haste he tripped over himself moving in a way to save himself from hitting the ground his tail moved out, his ears perking up as he backed up seeming to cower, his voice weakly speaking. I need to learn to fight.... He looked to her, though his gaze though showed he tried betrayed his weakness as his gaze fell to her feet. His arms were trembling as he tightened his grip on the sword. I will do whatever it takes... But I need to learn to fight... To be useful.... His voice was meager at best scared, and he could not help but stutter over his words. He took all his strength to stand up before her his tail lowered, and his ears flattened. Slowly working his gaze up to see what she looked like to see if she would take him in, though when he met that gaze he backed down stuttering again. Please no one else will take me, your my only chance...