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Thread: To redeem, or to fall? (Saber Arturia x Belle Dujour)

Arion Sinclair. He spoke the name at first with distaste, the inflection that of hatred for wuch a man. Your father is a man I know well enough to judge, and I call him a coward. I am no good man. But I would not send my daughter to be anothers lover or pet just to try and save my life. However, your father has. How does that make you feel? To be told that you are his beloved daughter, his heir, only to be cast out and to have your fate decided by his enemy. his eyes met hers, and again... The blue eyes, she was familiar, a familiar light from the darkness. You call yourself tribute. What is it you truly offer? Ive no need of a wife, ive no need of a warm body in my bed. You have nothing to give me. Having risen, he began to approach, his boots making a soft yet constant sound against the ground beneath as he approached, almost disdainfully. The moniker that her lands soldiers gave him felt accurate, his eyes looked over her cloak covered body like a wolf eying its prey, finding it wanting. They were alone, the only sound being their voices, the crackling fire, and his boots against the floor, giving some respite against the otherwise overbearing silence. You are smart enough to know I want you not, but your father believes otherwise. I know you are not a waif either, you speak to me directly, you speak despite your fear. You can hide it, you can mask it under your voice, but I know you fear. Ive no need of your talents, you may spare yourself from listing them off. With a more dismissive tone, he stood closer to Arion, standing at his full height. You may rise, and take off your cloak. I will grant you mercy. Or humor perhaps. You will dine with me. And I will determine your fate. Before I march to your fathers castle, I will have you dealt with one way or another... But while she swallowed, and held what fear she had in check, there were many familiar pangs from her, giving his tone a more softer quality than before... Even her voice was familiar, a slow and fearful thought beginning to creep into his mind. Does she not sound familiar, Gabriel? Does her voice not remind you of her? All will be bared when she reveals herself, you may consider this our... tribute, our reward, to one so zealous in our name. The sinister voices of his masters echoed within him, and he stepped back subtly, his more plaintive expression briefly that of knowing shock.
Thread: To redeem, or to fall? (Saber Arturia x Belle Dujour)

By all the gods the man lived up to his name - and not merely the ferocity or the cruelty of his gaze, but by his directness. A wolf does not meander around its prey, nor does it simply howl and wait to see what the prey might do. This was a man who knew he held every ounce of power. Arion was a Princess in name alone - and even then she knew the title was flimsy. She was a doe in a wolf's den, and now he was stripping her of every reason or defense she had given him as to why she had come. He wanted no wife, no bed fellow, and he could see through her steady voice and steady eyes. He knew her fear. He probably tasted it in the air around them. She could feel her shoulders tensing as he came closer to her and she gazed up at him. Finally when he decided what she would do - what they would do together - she pressed her lips together a moment and then nodded. Arion stood and reached for the strings that held her cloak together. She was a maid, yes, but not a simpering one. She knew what this might mean - and still her hands were steady and her fingers smooth as she opened the cloak. You've no need to convince me that my father is a coward. Nor that he is a fool. I know this all too well. Only a coward would hide behind the curves of his daughter's body... And with that the cloak fell in a pool of soft, rich fabric to her feet. In the glow of the firelight, her fair skin appeared all the more smooth, warm, and inviting. Not a stitch on her, not a hair out of place, her soft breasts were round and slightly larger than what was average. Her hips were not too large, but enough to grant strong song or so the midwives said, and her long auburn hair fell down her body. For as naked as she was, she did not seem afraid of her nakedness the way most maids might be - constantly covering themselves and looking away from their men in shame. She wore her own skin comfortable, confidently even, as she stepped free of the cloak and her flat shoes. What I truly offer is myself. You have little care for my skills it seems, little need of my company as a bed warmer or otherwise, and so all I may give in return is my company - however that may please you. 'Please you,' whispered the shrill voice of his gods, 'Please you take a look at the gift we have given! Not a single curve or dimple out of place - a perfect gift! Do you remember her, Gabriel? Do you remember her spirit? Is this not true of her too? We are generous, Gabriel, to those who are loyal.'
Thread: To redeem, or to fall? (Saber Arturia x Belle Dujour)

Oh, but your father is a fool. He hides behind not just a failing army but his daughter, as if he expects you to shield him. This is not a wise man, this is a desperate man. And one who only deserved scorn, pity was lost upon such cretins. But when her hands moved for her cloak he watched, expecting a dress or something simple in its elegance to be underneath instead, he found himself face to face with something else entirely. And something that made him recoil, taking a noticeable step back as he started to comprehend that which knelt before him. You... His voice had lost the edge to it as Gabriels eyes peered over her virtually naked form. From her crimson hair, to the curves, eyes and way she carried herself when before him. No, it couldnt be. She had been dead for years for as long as he had been this. Is this a joke?! He asked not her, but the gods yet the angered tone in which he spat out the words may as well have been spoken at her, eyes narrowed. He had not been expecting... This, she seemed identical to someone long lost, down to the very color of her eyes. You will answer me on who you truly are and what your goddamned purpose is! This time he spoke to her again, his tone angered, a steadily rising tone in each step he took to her, all but forcing her up as an arm gripped her by the shoulder to face her directly, eye to eye. While he had been calm and in control moments ago, his body language was one of bristled, barely held back rage as it tensed and coiled, all but ready to lash out at her. Was she part of the gods game as well? A demon sent to torment and tease him? A construct of some sorcerer who was given a familiar visage? Whoever was behind this would die, hed make absolutely certain of it.
Thread: To redeem, or to fall? (Saber Arturia x Belle Dujour)

'Not a joke, my lovely,' replied the same shrill voice - the cadence of voice recognizable as Tiamat - the dark goddess of lust, heart ache, and vengeance, 'she is the end result of a long plan, the waking up after a long nightmare. A soul once lost long ago hath been found and - to thank you for your selfless dedication - reborn. Not made. Reborn. A gift. A reward. Reborn.' Arion looked up at Gabriel just long enough for him to stride over to her and yank her to her feet. Fear gripped her as his harsh words filled her ear and the anger in his voice made her knees tremble. He forced her to gaze into his eyes and she could no longer hide it behind her strong visage and steady demeanor. She was afraid...she was utterly terrified. Was he going to kill her now? Had he changed his mind so quickly? Her fingers curled around themselves as she winced away from him - not being able to move of course, but trying to get away, to stop from behind hurt. But-But my Lord I-I have been honest with you...I cannot say something I don't know..
Thread: To redeem, or to fall? (Saber Arturia x Belle Dujour)

Tiamat. How easily she could mock her servant with disembodied words alone, her pitched tone that of dominance and ill humor. She was one of the ones he had pledged to, and there were times he pondered on just how much easier it would have all been had he never listened to her whispers in the first place. A gift reborn? A gift? Is that what they called this? A gift from them, an utter mockery and disgrace to someone he once held higher than any other. His eyes bored into Arions, hateful and filled with ill intent at first... But as he lifted her to her feet and his hands gripped her pale shoulder, he felt her body locking up, her kneels quaking from emotion. It was the fear in her eyes that gave him pause, made him remember... Hed never seen her look like that, this woman... this doll was far too much like her, it gave him hesitation. His hand left her body after a moment, eyes still lingering into hers. You are being honest. Of that I can tell. You are not at fault for what you look like, that I know. But you are a joke laid upon me by others, to dig at an old wound! How do you look like her down to even your trembling voice! I wont harm you. He wason the verge of it before the gods spoke, knowing this to be some way they could harm him further. But I must know why you look like someone who should be dead, you are her, but not in name or past.
Thread: To redeem, or to fall? (Saber Arturia x Belle Dujour)

Arion let out a trembling sigh of relief as he let her go and she wrapped her arms around herself, not to cover herself or show any sign she was somehow ashamed of herself - but to soothe the ache she felt on her skin. Where he had touched her shoulders there were now thin little purple lines on her skin - one for each finger. The discoloration stood out against her fair skin more so than it normally would. She took a step away from him, looking away for a long moment to try and regain her composure. In that moment she had been so afraid and so unsure as to what to do she had felt the beginning traces of tears sting the corners of her eyes and the last thing she wanted was for him to see that. She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her jaw for a long moment, before she finally felt them subside and she turned back towards him. Her hands gently fell from her shoulders, her fingers lightly brushing against her arms until they came to rest across her flat stomach. As she listening to him speak she furrowed her eyebrows slightly. I-I don't understand, she admitted, the language of her body still closed off to him - a distinct change from how it had been when they first met. I look like someone? Who? I...I was always told that I didn't look like anyone in my family. My mother was even pulled before the courts on charges of adultery...they could never prove anything but-but no one could explain why I didn't look like either my mother or my father. So who do I look like?
Thread: To redeem, or to fall? (Saber Arturia x Belle Dujour)

He had hurt her more unintentionally than anything. To his surprise there was a small pang of sympathy when he saw the light bruise marks from his hand, even if they would fade after a day or so. The fact that she was able to remain as stoic as she was, only made things harder. But a moment later, his head shook in response to her question. It doesnt matter, its a person long gone. You just look far too much like them. It is of no importance today, or for your fate when I have decided what to do with you. I will have servants run you a bath, and they can aid you pick something simple for dinner this evening, that should be enough to ease some of the pain from mygrip. I was uncouth, and acted without thinking. That was the closest hed given to an apology in some time, and good enough as far as he concerned himself with, or convinced himself at least. If you need anything else, say it now. Patience only goes so far, and while you are a guest, you are currently something of a prisoner as well. Your father sent you here to be mine, and I do not intend to bow to him by accepting such a gift. No, her father would not escape because he had someone he could hide behind.
Thread: To redeem, or to fall? (Saber Arturia x Belle Dujour)

Arion listened and was careful to monitor how she looked and presented herself to him. The bruises she knew would fade, and she had not noticed them beyond feeling her skin a little bit tender and more noticeable to the touch. When he ignored her question she slowly uncurled her fingers. Whatever he saw in her would not help her - but she also knew it would not hurt her either. Especially given when he said that he was going to give her a warm bath and food - and then asked whether or not she would want anything else. He made it known she was no guest, but a prisoner still. She knew better then to ask for the wrong thing. She paused and slowly contemplated her words. I...I think not, she admitted as she failed to come up with any thing for her to ask for. Were this another day, perhaps further into her staying with him, she might have once more asked him to be merciful to the people of her kingdom. Her father could handle himself, but the women and the children and the elderly...who would look after them? Not her father. Not the man so cruel he would send her to the mercy of this man. That left only she. But that was for another day. Yes. Another day... Just I ask you to continue your mercy, Sir.
Thread: To redeem, or to fall? (Saber Arturia x Belle Dujour)

She was letting him only see so much of her, and in some respect that only drew him more to her, reminding him of his old love even more. But as she then spoke he gave her another curt nod, laughing quietly when she spoke the word mercy. Mercy? You are not getting mercy. To him, this just was how it was to go. He was humoring this... woman, at the behest of his gods. And he would do so until he saw their game. Moving for the door to the halls, he cast one last look to her. Ill bring a servant to escort you to the bath, and who will help you with clothes. Theyll usher you to the dining room when all is ready afterward. Listen to them, and do not flee or run. Otherwise youll see how short this mercy truly is. Opening the door briefly, he was soon out, an older maid escorted by a guard, who then left the two alone. The elder maid was quiet, guiding Arion to a bath to wash herself soaps of all sorts of scent and type, more tan enough to help clean her and leave her feeling warm and relaxed. Clothing was rather open, though most options would be dresses of some shape or sort. When you are ready Milady. The elder woman, spoke, offering a more solemn smile. I will escort you. But I have been told there is no immediate rush. I suggest you take what time you can to enjoy yourself.
Thread: To redeem, or to fall? (Saber Arturia x Belle Dujour)

Arion went very quiet as he laughed at her use of the word 'mercy'. To her this was mercy - not being cruel or immediately raping her as she had feared he might. She was ready to accept it if necessary to save her people but now...now as he looked at her with such cruelty and mercilessness she realized just how badly things could go. That combined with his strange outburst later. How would she know if he meant to hurt her later? After dinner maybe? When he turned to look at her for a last time he couldn't help but see just what he had done to her. The confident woman who had walked into his hall had taken several hits - her eyes were a little softer, a bit more affected by fear. Had he intended to wear away at her, he was doing a good job of doing so thus far. Arion had never felt so...so small. So when he left the hall and the serving woman came to take her to her bath she did cover herself as she walked to the bath. Settling into the relatively warm water, she instinctively pulled her knees to her chest and shook a little. Resting her forehead to her knees she finally began to cry. She cried for the anger she felt at her father, the fear for herself, and the hopelessness of her circumstance for her people. There was no rush, and so Arion made sure she cried every las tear she could, until her eyes were sore, because she figured that after this she would not want to cry again. Not in front of him. When the tears finally ceased, she reached for the soap that appealed to her most - an earthen but spicy scent, trees and nutmeg maybe? - and began to wash her body. Carefully she scrubbed away any dirt or mark from her travels, and then took a shampoo to wash through her long hair. With a delicate hand she also tended to the bruises around her arms that he had already left her. And once the bath was done, she slowly rose out of the water and went to the clothes that had been given to her. To compliment her fair skin and the red in her hair she reached for an evergreen dress with gold knot needle work around the collar, and long sleeves. She had no way to know if this was the only dress she'd be given so she opted for a longer one for when the cold nights came. Before letting the woman lead her to the dining hall she wound her hair into a long, low side braid with bits of curls hanging out for a pretty, undone sort of look. And then she turned to the servant. I'm ready, she said.
Thread: World War V [Nnaasttey x Shani]

The day had been beautiful, the sun was shining the birds were singing, everything was calm and peaceful. Nothing seemed out of sorts, a typical day like any other. Lucinda going about her chores, basic things, shopping, laundry, yard work anything the young woman could do during the daylight. She couldnt stay out in it for long but she could be out much longer than the others who would instantly burn. Often keeping an eye out during the day light hours other than there basic defenses. Lucy often stayed out of what was going on in the world as much as she had to keep an eye out, she preferred not knowing, the world was a dark and cruel place lacking understanding. Not liking the ways of the world staying rather sheltered away from it in the colonies coven. Lucinda started to feel uneasy she was used to quiet being one of the few who could function during the daylight hours, but this was unnerving. Her emerald eyes scanned the area Feeling the gentle breeze flow through her crimson curls. Chalking it up to her imagination she continued hanging laundry on the clothes line to dry. Lucinda thought she heard footsteps look around knowing none of her family would be out during the day light. She heard a clicking of a gun being cocked turning quickly she ran to awake and worn the others that something wasnt right. As she ran bullets began to fly at her screaming as she was shot in the shoulder and the leg. Quickly getting inside hitting a high pitched alarm that would wake the others but humans wouldnt be able to hear it. Locking the doors, seeing bullets flying through windows, staying close to the ground. Seeing and hearing the others moving about. A few came out, No time to explain get to the safe room.... Meet up in the cities safe house...get away from here... When one came into view she was shot right in the head. The others shrieked running to the secret safe room where they could access the tunnels. Noticing that the high pitch noise wasnt going off in every house as if it had been cut off and the lines were dead. Looking out the window seeing men in armor busting through various houses shoot it up and chasing others out into the sun light hearing them scream as they burned in the suns rays. Crawling quickly getting to a closet, opening a nearly invisible secret hatch, climbing through before closing it back up hearing her house hold being broken into. The tunnels went far under the earth leading to a safe room and various decoy rooms only they knew which tunnels to take. Plus they had tunnels that lead out of the area and into the cities. Once reaching the safe room, she heard the distress call, running to the emerency phone, picking it up Hello...? Were under attack...they're everywhere...many are dying...help... Lucinda spoke quietly not wanting the men upstairs to hear her, bloody tears fell from her eyes from fear and pain.
Thread: World War V [Nnaasttey x Shani]

The signal was weak, and at first Marq could barely make out a single word over the static. He focused his extra-sensory hearing to a fine point and strained to make something out of what just seemed to be white noise, and the harder he focused a message did seem to be coming through. There was was hope! There was a response! The words were broken and the voice was barely audible, so Marq tweaked the dail a bit more. Marquive's eyes were narrow slits as he strained to listen greyish-blue irises shifted back and forth as his head leaned his closer. His pulse was pounding. Marq consciously slowed his breathing trying to stay calm, but the thought of what could be happening to his little Lucinda was tearing him up inside. Marq's hands started shaking, and he could feel a serious migraine headache starting to creep it's way into his brain, fatigue too was beginning to settle in again. Vanishing into thin air is useful but costly, all the energy he got from feasting on those Homeland Security bloodbags was almost used up completely. There had to be a supplement around here somewhere, he thought, this was after all built as a safehouse for his kind if a situation like this ever came about. While he kept his ear tuned into the noise he moved silently as possible around the room looking for anything that could help boost his strength. That'a when the sound of white noise and sine waves were broken by a clear cry for distress. He froze in his stance, snapped his head back toward the radio. Where under attack....there everywhere... Click to expand... Marq could feel that knot of angst and the cringe of emotion swell up in his throat, that feeling you get before you cry, as you try and hold back tears, his stomach sank. He knew that voice his baby girl. Marquive was sick to his stomach. Carnage, death, and killing was his life, but he never ever wanted his baby girl to have to experience the same cruel twisted world her father had grown accustomed to. His fear for her safety and the agony he experienced over her current situation quickly shifted to an angry hatred which bordered on blind rage. Lucinda! Lucinda! If you can hear me, don't stop running baby girl, keep running, I'm coming for you. Keep taking the North Road route, and when you reach the next safe house get top side, head for the Hotel on Constitution, there should be a room under the name Sam Newton. Take the stairs up to the room floor it should be room 808 Wait for me there! I'm on my way I promise! And who ever did this is going to pay. He waited what seemed like forever to hear back from her, hoping they had not gotten to her in the very moment. It was quite and still and his blood was starting to boil!
Thread: World War V [Nnaasttey x Shani]

Lucinda hid in the corner with the radio watching her friends and family run out from the tunnels heading towards he next safe point. Siting still trying to push the bulles back out of her shoulder and ger leg. It was painful seeing the blood gently drip from the wounds. Listening hoping whoever was signalling them was still there. Listening for a return call, while listening to the screams and the blood shed upstairs. Finally the bullet in her shoulder fell out. Sighing as she fought with the one in her leg. After a bit of silence she was about to leave thinking he other was gone and she needed to get to safety. Hering her name and a ale speaking to her over the radio. Daddy!? She asked listening to his directions. Daddy it hurts...I've been shot twice...many are dying...only a handful have come through....I'm scared... She said listening everything seemed silent hearing a loud crash. They're in the tunnels...