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Thread: A Hard Won Peace (Skeith & Neomah)

Nothing is ever as simple as the legends tell it. The young woman said in response to Ashe, wistfully but smiled faintly. I suspect we might find friends in unexpected places. At the mention of the upcoming wedding, she took a deep breath and smiled more brightly. One day at a time is all we can do. Thoughts about preparations often undertaken for marrriage back in Long Guo crossed her mind as the king hostng the ceremony spoke. Incense would be lit and the couple annointed in crushed obsidian with gold and exchange treasures they valued most. If the pair lacked for gifts, they would spill blood in promise of themselves. Perhaps a new tradition was needed. When the king finished, Isa bowed respectfully. Thank you, your excellency. She was still a younger princess, after all-not even the heir of her country. She'd never expected to rule-and outside being taught the basics of rulership, she was never intended to hold power in Long Guo. Perhaps we should. She looked just a tad overwhelmed-but excited. A moment of checking Ashe out-she loved the unusual to Ashe's wings and the soldier's trim figure. I look forward to this new day to come. She had a few ideas on how to prepare for her upcoming wedding as she walked to her roorom, chin up in pride. The door was closed behind her and she explored the room briefly-and opened her balcony, taking a part of her belt and hanging it from the door. The gold links clattered and glittered faintly in the evening air, the young woman letting her dress fall to the ground. She pulled out a sheer nightgown and pulled it on, touching to her wrists and throat some light patchouli, a scent thought to encourage desire and intellect back home. And she waited.
Thread: A Hard Won Peace (Skeith & Neomah)

Ashe waited a moment before being lead to her room. She wanted to take a moment to truly appreciate her future bride without appearing perverse or rude. Her scales would take some getting used to. She'd been raised to believe that reptilian creatures represented malignant forces. She always knew better, but it was hard to shake what was so ingrained in her mind. Beyond that, of course, Isa's beauty did not go unnoticed. Once in her room, she worked to remove her armor. Piece by piece, the heavy plating was set on the floor beside her dresser. She certainly noticed the absence of her sword among her gear. It was likely still housed by the palace guards. She unbuckled and slipped free of her uniform before turning to face her things, what she had packed anyway. She was prepared for an extended stay, fearing that the negotiations would take several days to complete. That it was over already was truly surprising. She paused a moment to examine her naked frame in the mirror. Her body was decorated by numerous scars, reflecting her life of warfare. Would those scars effect her attractiveness in the eyes of her newly betrothed? She had never considered her beauty to be important before this evening. She dawned a feathered top that tied loosely around her chest, draping the feathers over her breasts. A similarly loose fitting feathered skirt was tied about her waist. Her eyes still glowed brightly, her true eyes always shielded behind the fire-like glow. As her excitement and nervousness raised, her veins began to exhibit a similar glow through her bronzed skin. Her kind lacked traditional blood, but rather had something that was more akin to liquid fire. It glowed a golden color and, if drawn in battle, would spray hire hot liquid at her opponent rather than her blood. She paused once again to examine herself in her mirror. Though feminine enough, she had no idea how to behave in a feminine or enticing way. She drew in a deep breath before heading to her balcony and stepping out into the evening breeze. She looked towards her betrothed's window and stepped off the balcony in its direction. Her wings carrying her with ease to her railing. She touched down slowly, her bare feet silently meeting the wooden railing. She peered inside of the space. Milady Isa? She questioned the night air quietly before stepping down. Her longest feathers dragging slightly behind her, due to the sheer scale of her mighty wings. I am aware that it is bad luck to see the... Um... Bride... Before the wedding. But, I thought it might serve us well to spend some time in private before the big day. Her words were official, but her tone lacked it's usual authority, replaced rather by a subtle nervousness.
Thread: A Hard Won Peace (Skeith & Neomah)

The gold on the door rattled lightly as Ashe entered, finding Isa in her demure-if entirely sheer-nightgown. Please, come in. The young woman called. She had let down her braided hair, white-blond hair. Her parents had been dark red-haired, so it was fair to suspect that the same magics that had changed her body had also rendered her so pale of hair. The makeup had been washed from her face, the light on her face bringing out her cheekbones. I'd never heard that being bad luck, actually. The bride and groom go through a number of rituals together before, but aren't allowed to speak. They touch hands. Like this. She gently touched Ashe's palm to her own, a thumb wrapping around. Instead, they sing or sing-song if they don't have talent for song. She sang a quiet, trilling song of strange, almost purring sounds that still somehow eerily beautiful. I think though... that tonight, both traditions can be set aside. She smiled. I am glad to speak to you more privately-and personally. I know... nothing about you aside from your pretty name, now that I think about it.
Thread: A Hard Won Peace (Skeith & Neomah)

Ashe found herself momentarily speechless at the beauty she was met by. The garment she wore left very little to the imagination. She watched as the woman approached her, their hands joining momentarily. Ashe's wings fluttered lightly at the contact as her veins flared once more. Isa's kind's traditions were so much more romantic and beautiful. The simplicity of the contact and the concept of singing to one another. She looked at where their hands met with quiet acceptance before being floored by the brief song that Isa sang. Beautiful. She whispered almost inaudibly as she finished. Where she came from, everything was much more straight laced and official. In fact, she wasn't certain how many pairings back home yielded any kind of romance at all. If her kind were to emulate birds, it was certainly a gilded cage she had lived in. She cleared her throat softly. It seems that whether the traditions are as lackluster as my own, or as romantic as yours, it is wisest to leave them behind. She spoke quietly. Ashe smiled faintly. I'm not sure what there is to tell about myself. She admitted quietly. I've lived my entire life as a soldier. No prior loves or adventures. Everything is quite strict back home. Most of us are promised to our future mate at a very young age. There was very little room to wander or stray from tradition. If you'll forgive the ill-flavored pun, our wings are clipped when we're very young. I had been promised to no one. My life as a soldier was decided from birth. She looked down momentarily. It is relieving to know not only that will this end large scale conflict between our people, but that I am not duty bound to remain alone. She looked back up to Isa again. What of you? She asked softly.
Thread: A Hard Won Peace (Skeith & Neomah)

Isa smiled. Among the nobility, there are also arranged marriages. I had a bit more freedom as one of those who were pursuing a religious life, though some of our traditions changed as I came of age. I would not have likely married in my life and pressured not to. Instead, I would have been encouraged to visit the houses of the earth, where ah. People go to have children if a partner is unable to. She flushed. Nothing romantic about that. We are encouraged to have many children, in case some fall to war, sickness or misadventure. It's very shameful for a pair to be childless-and people like me are encouraged most of all to have many children, if that's carrying or siring those children. Even if... She became even brighter red, hesitating. Even if it's leaving bastards among the enemy. She seemed ashamed as she stated that. But it just didn't seem right to me. It's why I'm actually glad to be promised to you. She looked up at Ashe. Not much was expected of me-but I'm glad to have responsibility, now. It's big... but it feels right.
Thread: A Hard Won Peace (Skeith & Neomah)

It did not take a great deal of imagination for Ashe to understand what sort of life Isa would have been made to live, had this arrangement not happened. Many would have considered an arranged marriage to be entering into a passionless imprisonment of a life, but it seemed that for both Ashe and Isa, despite the fear of what would come of their union, that it was a liberating decision. By being sworn to one another, they had cast of the chains of their respective people and were put in a unique position to build something better for future generations. I'm glad then, that we are to be wed. It will provide us both with an opportunity to grow. Let's not worry yet about the prospect of offspring. I've only just learned that I'm to become a wife and a queen. I'm not sure I'm ready to think about becoming a mother. And she would be the mother, considering the nature of her bride to be. Considering her kind were notably fertile, she would have many children. Despite her life of war, Ashe was still a young woman, and the curiosities regarding what the actual wedding night would be like for them were exciting. She shook her head free of her thoughts for after a long moment. I know this seems scary right now. Things will get harder from here. There will be violence between our peoples still, but more directly, there might be violence towards us. Time heals all wounds, but old wounds take quite some time to heal. She reached for Isa's hand, holding it loosely, surely the heat burning in her veins would be noticed. I would ask that for the wedding, and the few days that follow, you allow yourself to forget the fears of the future and the pains of the past. Give both us, and those willing among our people, an opportunity to celebrate what this union gives us. Her lips curled into a faint smile.
Thread: A Hard Won Peace (Skeith & Neomah)

The young woman was simply that as she touched Ashe's face, a hand on each side. She ran her hands down her neck to her shoulders. She ran her hands over her chest with a frank earnestness, neither lingering nor hurrying. I am your husband. She speaks softly, reverently. She looks into Ashe's eyes with a surprising amount of passionate focus as her hands go to the warrior's hips. Her thumbs slide over Ashe's hips gently. And you are my wife. She lifted one hand to Ashe's face, stroking her hair in a frank, open manner. She leaned upward, a bit shorter than Ashe and she kissed the phoenix woman, ever so gently. For a long few breaths, she is content to stay there. And then she broke away. Is that okay? Is this okay? She speaks with a breathless tenderness and affection. There was but that moment for her. That room with Isa and Ashe.
Thread: A Hard Won Peace (Skeith & Neomah)

Ashe's smile spread some as she felt Isa's hands touched her face. Her wings fluttered some as her small hands began slowly moving over her shoulders and chest. She supposed that she shouldn't have been surprised by her intimate touch. No matter how recently they had met, they were set to be wed the following day. If there was chemistry between them, which seemed to be the situation, there was no harm or shame in exploring that connection. That being said, the warrior was made nervous by her own lack of experience in such an intimate moment. She didn't know how to carry herself in an attractive or appealing nature. Perhaps that obvious honesty being appealing by itself. Then their lips met. The warrior froze momentarily. Her surprise faded quickly as she slowly returned it. The contact lit a fire in the young woman that she wasn't aware that she had. When she pulled away, the warrior breathed a shallow breath as her glowing eyes came to rest on her draconic bride to be. Her hands came to rest on Isa's, trailing up over her scaled forearms, til those scales became soft human flesh. She smiled softly. This is more than okay. She replied before leaning forward and pushing a more intimate kiss upon Isa's soft lips.
Thread: A Hard Won Peace (Skeith & Neomah)

Isa's hands and scales were cool, though her skin was warm under Ashe's. She gently took the lead, a hand gently pulling Ashe's hips flush to hers and slowly grinding those hips against the woman as she kissed Ashe again and again, a hand gently threading through Ashe's hair. Don't be shy. I won't hurt you. I know how it's done, even if I haven't done it myself. She smiled brightly. Even so, you are so beautiful to me. The young woman's face had flushed-though her words were collected, her tone was breathless and husky with desire. With their hips so close, Ash could feel Isa's loins stir, firm and virile. She stroked Ashe's hair and kissed the woman more deeply, encouraging Ashe to open her mouth before slipping her a little tongue. She traced designs on Ashe's tongue with her own, content for the moment to stroke Ashe's hair gently. Her focus was continually narrowing.
Thread: A Hard Won Peace (Skeith & Neomah)

Ashe was a little surprised when she was pulled closer to Isa, only to be greeted by her lips again. The feathers scattered throughout her hair would certainly be noticable, she thought, as Isa's hands ran through her crimson locks. She was amazed by how forward and bold the young draconic woman was, considering how shy she had seemed when they met earlier. I know you won't. I trust you. She responded softly. Ashe's veins flared momentarily as she felt Is'as arousal against her. Then their lips met again, this time more passionately and deeply. Her lips parted when they met, her tongue eagerly moving forward to meet and play with Isa's. Her hands slid from Isa's waist to her shoulders, brushing the shoulders of the gown away from her soft skin. She pressed closer against her as her hands gently guided the gown away from Isa's shoulders. She was not so naive as to need direction, if anything, she was relying entirely on instinct.
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Thread: Tales of Crossover {EroSenninNaruto and Mystearica}

Professor Raine Sage had devoted her time after the journey of regeneration to the exploration of all ruins across the world. After all, the Tetheallans knew little of their Sylvaranti brethren and that was certainly true of the other way around as well. She would always call Iselia her home, but for now... there was a world of history to explore. She was exploring one such set of ruins in Tethealla, a far offshoot of the lightning temple that Volt had once reigned supreme in. Perhaps it was a first try at such a temple, rendered unstable by Volt's power, meaning that no one had been inside of these ruins for decades! It was an honest to goodness archaeological find, the first in Raine's career... and she was just about to settle in with her book and pen to take notes when she felt a shift in the mana just beyond the door nearest to her. No... ---------- No no no no no, was all Yuri would be able to hear from the other side of the door before it was shunted open with a blast of light. Raine stood on the other side of the door with her staff pointed directly forward, a dissipating Photon spell at the end of it. When she saw him her heart sank. Nooooo! Raine sank to her knees, staff in front of her. Just one! One ruin in all of Sylvarant-Tethealla! I thought I'd found one! But no, I come through here and-- The more pragmatic part of her kicked her straight out of her despair-induced ruin mode and suddenly she was back on her feet. That bracelet of his was sucking mana, that much she could tell, and she immediately took a defensive stance with her staff. ... Raine. Who are you? she asked, her mood and demeanor having gone a full 180.
Thread: The Princess's Keeper - Closed{Sophie Jones X Elvenoff}

The warhorse responded with each directional yank of the reins, massive muscle strained to shift the warhorses mass, along with the riders in the desired path. Jolts of a swift heal from Galron, sped the massive beast to a higher level of exertion. The sounds of braying and flaring nostrils filled the air about them, and yet Galron stirred the beast even faster, for he had no choice. They, the kings guards, would be on the much lighter, faster scouting horses, they will catch up. So he had to put distance, unfamiliar land as obstacles to lower the risk of them being overridden. Persephones soft tone of voice echoed in Galrons mind. Her fears of being left behind were valid reasons, but again he had no choice. He had to lead them away from this forest for this was going to be their home for a few days. It was a massive forest, stretching over three Baronys and surrounding a good size lake, which would provide them with food and water for the duration of their stay. Not to mention, they would still be under the Kingdoms domain and protection, they just wouldnt know they were protecting Persephone and him. He felt her arms tightening around his waist in a rebellious stand off. This was hard enough for him without her adding more worry or guilt for not doing as she asked of him. His gaze at the horizon turned to a glare searching for something that would help them gain more time. Something that would help throw off the trackers for at least a half day. Someplace he could drop her off and return later when he has completed in misleading their shadows. Upon topping a small hill, Galrons prayer were answered. There was an extremely heavy fog moving through the forest at and enormously slow drifting to the east. He smiled as he looked over his shoulder at her. Well, you get to have it your way. He sighed a relief, for he didnt really want to leave her either, but to save her life, he is going to have to do things that he doesnt want to do, he just had to keep telling himself that it was for her. He rode into the heavy fog without slowing down, he wanted to get as far as he could, but the forest and fog had no intentions of working with him, as several tree limbs almost dismounted him. Damn! he muttered stopping the horse. He slid off the beast and raised his hands up to help Persephone off of the beasts back. We will have to walk. He stated the obvious. It will be dark in a few hours so we need to find as much dry wood as we can. So if you see any pick it up. We will use the horse to help carry the load. He added after reaching down and taking her hand into his.
Thread: The Princess's Keeper - Closed{Sophie Jones X Elvenoff}

As they topped the hill Persephone almost felt bad for the horse, itbwas being pushed to its ultimate limit in order to help them escape. She was almost scared that it would collapse right then and there. Persephone softly patted the horses stomach that heaved in and out with heavy breaths. She then faced forward with a hopeful smile when he had spoke, saying that they would stay together, but once she saw the fog the smile faded. How are we going to ride in that? She asked with concern but they were already riding at top speed. The fog was thick, almost like a cloud. They were going to fall. The horse would trip on something and they'd go tumbling down. If they could barely see how would the horse? Persephone shrieked when branches started to whip past them, some nearly knocking Galron off the horse. A branch whipped past her face and Persephone ducked behind Galton's massive form in order to avoid and other injuries. She could already feel a warm drop of blood running down her face. Persephone's grip became tighter, almost as if to prevent Galron from falling off the horse but she knew if he fell she would definitely fall as well. When they finally stopped Persephone breathed heavily out of fright and the adrenaline rush of riding blindly in the forest. Persephone quickly took his hand and jumped down ungracefully, tripping a bit on a twig but recovering. She never wanted to get back on that horse. Her whole bottom half was numb from the ride. Persephone fixed her dress, rubbing out the wrinkles, and wished she had changed her attire. It was a dead give away. Persephone wiped at the blood dripping from her cut and smiled up at him, giggling lightly. My first battle scar. She jested. She didn't know how she was going to find wood in this fog but she didn't want to be completely useless. She nodded at his request and finally let go of his hand. I'm sorry for asking you of this. She said sadly, hanging her head with guilt.
Thread: The Princess's Keeper - Closed{Sophie Jones X Elvenoff}

He didnt smirk, smile, or even looked at her more than a few seconds when she tripped. He did, however, nod to her when she recovered her balance without falling. A much better performance than a few years ago when they went trail hiking and she had her first encounter with the log crossing of the Vran Tributary river. He smiled when his memory replayed that most ungraceful log walking he has seen in his lifetime. Not to mention he had to dive in and pull her screaming form out of the river. A lot better than Vran Tributary. he had to do it! His gaze watched her hands only briefly when he realized that she was straightening out her dress, her hands were flowing over areas that was sacred to her and not his place to gawk at her. He felt that burn in his face for he knew she saw his gaze upon her, he just hoped that his instant pulling of his eyes told her that it was purely accidental. My Apologies. he quickly offered to her. His gaze caught her smile, followed by her hand coming up and showing him the smear of blood. He smiled when she began to giggle and declared her first battle scar. He turned to her and bowed Dame Persephone. he addressed her respectfully. He resumed his stance and looked upon her for a few moments. A heavy thought was upon his face and eyes for what seemed like ages, but then he just as fast as it came about it disappeared. He walked over to her, pulled out his dagger. Everyday, from here on, I want you to take this dagger and strike a tree twenty five times. he didnt explain anything as he turned around and began walking deeper into the forest. Grab the reins, Squre. his voice cut through the fog with strength. He knew she wasnt going to follow the path of a warrior for she had a greater gift, but she can learn to protect herself, but first he had to build the strength in her wrists before moving on to other aspects of training. He gave her just long enough to start mouthing him, then he turned sharply to catch her muttering remarks.