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Thread: If You Love Me, Let Me Go (Ahri the Kumiho&Malicious Lullaby)

The alarm clock went off at exactly 6 AM. The young man arose from bed and ran his hand through the disheveled mop of dirty blonde hair on his head. It wasnt long but neither was it to his scalp short. A slight shaggy cut, straight and bangs that often swept over his piercing blue eyes, the color of the ocean. He had a strong jaw, a body to die for and he clearly kept himself in shape. But even behind the face of a handsome young teen, lay several dark secrets. After his shower, he dressed in a black button down dress shirt, form fitting and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. He pulled on black boxer briefs and then blue ripped jeans and nice shoes. His hair was styled to his liking and he grabbed his keys, wallet, phone and his school backpack. After breakfast and kissing his mother goodbye on her cheek, he left and got in the car, heading to his girlfriends house. Sterling Cavendish was a senior at Woodrow High School, the eldest son to Wilhelmina Cavendish and had two younger siblings, all brothers. His father skipped out on them when he was thirteen, leaving his mother to take care after three boys, struggling on her own. That was when his anger kicked in and hes been an angry teen since. He was diagnosed as being bi-polar by his shrink when he was fifteen and since then, hed been on medications and visited a shrink twice a week. He took his fathers abandonment the hardest since his two younger brothers werent even eight when it happened. But then he met his girlfriend. A pretty little rosebud. He stopped taking his meds, feeling that she was the only medication he needed. But that meant he had no control on his temper whatsoever. He tried to keep it in check, but there was only so much he could do, and so much he was willing to do. Arriving at her house, he parked and got out, walking to the front door and ringing the doorbell.
Thread: If You Love Me, Let Me Go (Ahri the Kumiho&Malicious Lullaby)

Another monday started as the sun rose from the horizon and the sound of the alarm clock woke up the young Michelle Donovan. Long streaks of red hair hung around her head and down to her waist as the redhead stood up and yawned. The beautiful girl was barely fifteen and she had one of the hottest guys in high school as her boyfriend. He had told her about his mind issues and his pills, but since they were together, everything was perfect. She just dreamt that every night she slept, to wake up next to him, but her parents wouldn't let her. Even if she was prohibited to see him, she had already lost her virginity to him when he took her on their first date, which turned out to be instant love. Michelle was a true beauty with long red hair, emerald green eyes, pale skin and a thin body. Her breasts were about a C cup and she had mid-sized his hips with thin legs and a somewhat worked-out belly. She put on a pink top with a white strapless bra that revealed her perfect belly and hips, denim shorts because he loved to look at her legs and buttocks, and red converse. After washing herself in the bathroom, she walked downstairs and had breakfast really fast, this was usually the time he came to pick her up. The moment she heard the bell ring, she paralized and ran to the door to avoid her parents from opening it. Hey, my love. How are you? she asked nicely kissed his lips before laying her head on his shoulder while hugging him.
Thread: If You Love Me, Let Me Go (Ahri the Kumiho&Malicious Lullaby)

The door opened and Sterling smiled a dazzling, handsome and charming smile. All dimples and pearly whites. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her close, away from the door and spun her around. Mm, theres my girl. He whispered into her air, setting her down. His hands moved up around her cheeks and he smiled softly. He kissed her softly and then ran his hand through her hair. You ready to go?
Thread: If You Love Me, Let Me Go (Ahri the Kumiho&Malicious Lullaby)

Michelle smiled and giggled softly as her boyfriend played with her, the fifteen-year-old teen couldn't be anymore happy regard themselves. Yes my love, i'm ready! she told him with a smile and stepped back insde the house to grab her backpack. Bye! she called after her parents and left with her perfect boyfriend who was three years older, but little did she care. She intertwined her fingers with his as they made their way to the car.
Thread: Deception :: The Goddesses Descent. [Karameida x Ashiaka]

Freya Duvall Rage. It wasnt a feeling that Freya often felt. Although a Goddess of War, she was first and foremost a Goddess of Love, and that often tempered whatever anger that Freya would feel. However I see. Well I suspect that might be because neither of you ladies have found the right man. Freya had absolutely no idea that such a simple, condescending sentence could get her blood to boil. She actually had to restrain herself from following the arrogant mortal and beating him within an inch of his now god-forsaken life. As soon as she was a Goddess once more, shed make sure hed never, ever, be able to please another woman in his life. For now, however, she had to find a way to punish him while still mortal. As Alice and Naomi made their way to the balcony, Freya followed next to her fellow widow, still seething. That pompous arrogant man The gall! Insinuating that he would be a better lover then myself? Such conceit. I am the Norse Goddess of Love, Ive pleased more men and women than hes even met! The raven haired woman mutters lowly under her breath. Only Naomi would be able to hear her angry utterances, and only because of her very sharp hearing. Had Freya not been so absorbed in her fury, she might have felt the sensation of being watch, and not in the voyeuristic way she sometimes enjoyed. Can you believe that mortal, Nanaja? Freya whispers to her fellow Goddess, needing to let off some steam. Having the audacity to intimate that I could not satisfy you if I so wished? Never has a mortal shown me such disrespect. Finally reaching the balcony, Freya begins to pace before the other two, fanning her face. She knows she needs to calm down. Anger will do no good when trying to extract revenge in the ton . Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. Alice, would you be so kind as to do me another favor? Id like to know any and all information on Lord Benett that he would not want others finding out, Freya requests of her friend. It occurs to her that Alice might be confused at her offense to his statement, but shed simply ignore it unless directly asked. For now, she had the first step of her revenge sabotage his image within the ton . After all, nothing was more important to these high society types then the opinions of their peers. Yes, it would be a good start Another plan came to her mind, but she quickly shook it away. It was far too outrageous, and would likely not work quite as well as she would wish. No, for now, she had her first step. She could dwell on further thoughts of her revenge later. Taking a deep breath, she pushes her anger down. Walking over to the balcony edge, the pale woman leans forward to observe the city before her in its entire spectacle. She could admire the humans tenacity. So, Alice, wheres the Viscount? Im surprised he is not here enjoying the festivities as well, Freya inquires, almost as if the previous moments of rage had never happened. In truth, she was a little embarrassed at her passionate outburst. She was normally much better at controlling her temper, but it appears that skill had left as well as her god-hood.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

Isobel sighed as she looked out the window of her castle room. Today was the day she was to meet the ruthless man who was to be her husband. She had heard so many things about him, none of which were all to kind and they made her worry. She was the only daughter to the king and knew that she needed to go through with this, for everyone's sake. She was given two hours to get ready, but she didn't do anything until she was told to quickly get a move on it. The maids offered her help, but she declined each one. She needed to try and do something on her own. Being the only child caused her to be spoiled and constantly looked after. Her dad never spent much time with her and her mother had died long before she really got the chance to know her so when the king told her of the marriage to be it hurt. She had only turned twenty a couple weeks ago and wondered how her father could just let her go like that. Walking away from her place next to the window she looked at the dress on the bed. She didn't want to put it on and address some guy she didn't know. She worried that he might be too old for her, she wondered if he was ugly. The only thing she did know was the one thing she didn't want to meet him, her stomach was already hurting enough from being nervous, and knew around him it would only get worse. Sighing as she picked up the dress, she studied it. It wasn't as medieval as most others were, it was green,and floor length. The top was long-sleeved and form fitting, not tight enough to be uncomfortable, just enough to show off curves and she hated that. Once it got to her waist it flared a little to allow for easy movement and was held up by simple buttons in the back. She slid on black slippers as she heard a knock at the door. Sir Aelfricsson is arriving and you should be in the Great Hall once he gets here. The house keep told her and she only nodded and she followed her to their destination. Once there she stood with her father at the front and gave him the easiest smile she could knowing she was about to be gone from his life for most likely forever. She watched as the doors opened and they started to pile in.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

Brand stood in the great hall, his cousin Halfstan behind him like a shaggy, tame bear. Looking up at the King on his throne, he fought back a smirk. Your Majesty, he said finally, bowing slightly. Greetings from Whitecliff. The North sends you welcome. And tribute. Halfstan set the chest on his shoulder down and kicked it open, revealing bars of silver that must weigh hundreds of pounds. Now where is MY tribute, sire? Brand asked softly and King William almost flinched. Almost, but he controlled himself. My daughter is preparing herself to meet you. Be patient, northman. We have a compact your allegiance in return for my daughter's hand. The King said the words slowly, as though they had a sour taste. Brand didn't care. He stood with his muscled arms folded across his chest, blue eyes narrowed to slits. Impatient. He was not a man used to waiting for what he wanted, he was a man used to taking it. But when the doors opened and the Princess entered with her escorts, he actually looked surprised. Her beauty took him aback, but he caught himself before he began to gape, setting his face in an iron scowl once more. Walking towards her, he reached into a pouch at his belt and removed something. A package wrapped in black felt. Holding it before her in one scarred, callused hand, Brand Aelfricsson watched her eyes carefully. My Lady, he said softly. You honour me with your beauty. I have brought you a gift, from my lands to the north. A bauble suitable for my bride. Unwrapping the velvet, he revealed an armband of gold and bronze so pure and polished it gleamed like zilver. It was in the form of two entwining serpents, and their eyes were chips of emerald and sapphire. The workmanship was beautiful, each scale of their bodies carefully carved.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

When Isobel saw the man she was equally frightened as she was intrigued. She could easily tell by the scowl he wore that he had seen things, things that a normal man shouldn't. He was a handsome man, and that she was thankful for, but the way he carried himself and she walked up to him made her stomach nervous, more so than it was already. Never in her lifetime did she think she would marry someone as fierce looking as he. She was a kind person, one who gave more than she took and when he complimented her it took her back slightly. Her cheeks blushed and she watched him unwrap her gift. It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever given her, and it made her smile, some of the nervousness washing away. This is beautiful, thank you Sir Aelfricsson. Slowly she took it from his hand, which she noticed were almost twice as big as hers, and slid it up her arm so show her acceptance since everyone in the Great Hall was watching them with caution. She liked how it looked against the snug green sleeve of her dress, and once finished she looked up to him. Inside she wanted to run. Something about this man scared her, she just didn't know what, and the nervousness was back from earlier. She didn't know what to do, she had never been with a man, had never even kissed one, and here she was about to marry one in a few moments in front of hundreds of people. Glancing over to the priest with nervous eyes she then looked back at Brand, and waited for him to make the first move toward their marriage.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

The warrior smiled at her reaction. She obviously expected him to be some savage northman, and he was tempted to show her just how savage he could be... but no. Their meeting served a purpose, and their marriage would bind the King to him by ties of blood. As she took the armband and slid it into place, he took her hand and raised it to his lips. Bending his head, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, then looked up and smiled at her. I will never bend my head to your father, Princess. Only to you. There was a wicked, knowing light in his cool blue eyes as he said the words, pitched low so that only she would hear. Then he stood back and turned to her Father. I accept your gracious offer of your daughter's hand, Majesty. He smiled. And when we are wed I pledge to take up the mantle of Lord Warden. His hand fell to the well-worn hilt of his sword, the sword that had cleft so many of the King's men from this life. I will be your shield arm and your strong right hand, and all thy foes shall be mine. I swear it, by the hilt and haft of my Father's sword, by the spear's point and the axe's blade, by the shield's rim and the four winds. So says Brand Wolfsbane, son of Jarl Aelfric Iron-Braid. Looking sidelong at the princess, he smiled. Her beauty was great, but he would have taken her even if she were homely as a stunted pine. This marriage would cement his position, legitimize his conquests and place him close to the throne. His son would inherit the kingdom. Nothing he did was going to jeopardize that.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

Isobel's breath hitched slightly when he kissed her knuckles. It was such a kind gesture, one that made her stomach want to leap out of her. He was doing nothing to help with her nervousness but she knew he wasn't doing it on purpose. The way he said the words to her about bowing to her made her questions his motives but hope that he meant it. She looked up as he pledged his allegiance to her father, and knew that even though they hated each other they would have to get along, especially for her sake. She hoped that one day they could actually love each other, and not just be together for the sake of pure marriage and contracts. Deciding that since he took the first step to the marriage she would take the next. Since she was the child of the king she had to take him to the priest, where they would sign a single paper, and get two identical rings. Placing her hand on his arm, she started to pull him lightly to where the priest was. She was very hesitant about it since he was a brute and through the armor and chain mail she could feel the muscles and it made her shiver. After pulling him to the priest they were presented with the paper on a small podium. Since they could both write it was no problem, so she signed her name and was handed her ring for him after he signed and took her ring. Looking up at Brand she studied him, and his scowling expression, wondering if he was going to wear that all the time. Those thoughts made her think of tonight, something she hadn't really thought of and she knew it was close, making her face turn a shade redder.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

When Isobel touched his arm, Brand tensed but then his expression softened somewhat. Looking down at her, he smiled briefly, hungrily. Such a sweet morsel, he was pleasantly surprised by that. Taking her to wife would be a pleasure. Standing before the priest, Brand failed to hide a sneer. His hand fell on the amulet about his neck, a piece of soapstone carved into the shape of a raven. The northern gods would witness this binding as well, but the King's messenger had been adamant that only the 'true' God would be represented here. Signing his name in the sharp, runic letters of his people, Brand drew a ring of gold set with a large, polished opal. The dark stone seemed to burn with inner fire as he placed it on her finger and allowed her to do the same with the ring she gifted him. Why do you blush, lady mine? He asked her in a low, soft voice. Perhaps you're thinking of tonight? Those lips curled into a wicked smile and he leaned down to murmur into her ear. Such a pity we are not in MY homeland, Brand chuckled. Where a wedding night can last until spring is on us. Turning to look at the king, he slipped his arms around his new bride and lifted her up to kiss her. It began slow and gentle, but soon enough he bent her back in his arms and deepened it, teeth nipping at her bottom lip and his tongue dipping into her mouth to taste her. When he finally set her back on her feet, Brand kissed her once again, lightly. Wait here for me, beloved, he told her, I will return for you soon enough. His arms released her and he stepped up the dais to where her father sat watching. Hand on his sword, Brand drew it and flipped it, offering it to King William the Just, Ninth of his line. Then the northman knelt, glancing sidelong at Isobel and smirking wickedly. Her father tapped Brand on both shoulders with the flat of the scarred and worn steel. Brand Aelfricsson, I name thee Knight of the Realm and Duke of Whitecliff. Rise now, and take up this sword in my name, Lord Warden of the North. There was a quaver in her father's voice as he spoke the words, but Brand rose and took the sword, kissing the hilt and sliding it home into his sheath. On this day I have two fathers. Brand announced, clapping his hands onto the king's shoulders and embracing him. I shall serve you well, my King. There was a glint in his blue eyes as he spoke. Better than my predecessor, who fought so bravely but so poorly. Releasing the King, Brand turned and moved back to Isobel's side. One arm slipped about her waist and snugged her against him. Now, wife, he fairly growled the words. Your man is hungry. Show me to the bath house. Turning to his cousin, he grinned. Halfstan, tell the men to stand down and make preparations. Tonight we feast!
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

After he kissed her, Isobel didn't calm down any. If anything she got worse. Her blushing continued to worsen after he teased her about what the night held for them. She thought that by the way he carried himself, the way he was so cocky and so sure of everything he did that he had lain with women. There was no way he hadn't. She remembered the way his muscle had tensed under her hand and barely softened, she worried that tonight would be no different and she would be in pain. With her fingertips on her lips to try and lessen the pulsing there she watched her husband go to her father, now his father in law. Glad that the attention was on them now instead of her. Taking a deep breath she moved her fingertips to her heart and flattened her hand. The pounding of her heart, she feared, could be heard throughout the Great Hall even though she knew that was impossible. When Brand turned back around to her to walk she moved her hand away from her heart, not wanting him to know the exact degree of the effect he had on her. As his hand slid around her waist she quickly noticed that it covered her side and easily a third of her front. It made her sad that he didn't seem to be happy, but she thought maybe it might just go away as the night passed, and she hoped it would before night actually got here. Sighing, she led him, while still against his side, to the bath house. They had to go through a few corridors and past the regular bath house to the one the King's family used. Walking in she saw that someone had recently made the water hotter, and thus caused the room to become a little steamy. Squirming out of his grip a little she put slight distance between them, not liking how much she enjoyed the feeling of his muscles next to her. If, uhm, that is all. I'll leave you to bathe. She was glad it was darker in here so this time he wouldn't be able to see the remaining blush on her face.
Thread: Royal Tribute (Ursus Peregrinus & Alexandria94

His eyes glittered, ice blue but no longer cold as his arm drew her against his side. He smelled of sweat and leather, dust and rust and unmistakably of that raw, male scent. The walk to the bath house was long enough for him to relax somewhat and Brand was beginning to savour her proximity. When they entered, the steam in the air brought a smile to his lips. Isobel squirmed from his grip and he let her, but when she withdrew from him he shook his head and followed. So quick to leave? He asked her with a sly look. No, my love, that is not all. Tarry a while... I am yours, in all. You deserve to see what you have bought. Stepping to the door, he slid the bar across and smiled, leaning against it for a moment. Letting her come to terms with being trapped alone in the bathhouse with her husband. Reaching up, Brand unclasped the wolfskin cloak about his shoulders and shucked his shield and baldric, leaning them against the wall by the door. His belt went next, long knife and axe clattering to the floor as he let them fall. Shrugging out of his mail hauberk was a struggle, but a brief one, and then he doffed the linen and leather jack that padded his heavy mail. Standing before her in a sweat-stained woolen shirt and striped woolen trousers, he smiled wolfishly and spread his hands. I hope I please you, princess. Brand looked her slowly up and down, then peeled his thin wool shirt up over his head. Bare-chested now, his skin was tanned and his body hardened by hard labour. Many scars marked his skin, and on his left shoulder was a brand, a snarling wolf's head. Brand watched her as he undid his belt and kicked off his boots. Will you join me, princess? It would please me, if you would. His eyes hooded as he moved towards her, staying at arm's length. You have nothing to fear from me, pet. Brand assured her, smile widening slightly.