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Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

Drow women are strong, dominant, proud. He spoke like a mother would her child he had always felt that it was the Drow men that allowed their women to be so strong. Though that may have just been him trying to give himself some inflated sense of self worth. He glanced at her as she spoke of her elves rather surprised an would care for a Drow. Perhaps i will show you the way's of our kind if i am in the area longer. Timijin makes a quality blade and he marks them with his crest just above the hilt. I was not certain he was the mans son but with a blade like that i knew they were relation. He took a long slow breath before turning and heading into the woods towards his cave. He lead her slowly threw the woods before arriving at a massive bolder leaning against the wall. Are you opposed to crawling in? He spoke dropping down slipping into a crack between the rock and the wall. I have some spare bedding your welcome to it if you wish to stay the night here. He called from inside the cave as he dug around his bags for the bedding.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

Dominant? The word was but a whisper on her lips. She knew she was strong and proud but dominant? The word dominant left an odd feeling within her but she dismissed it. The men were always dominant in the culture she was raised with, and she doubted that she could change the way she's lived for 128 years. But the fact that he offered to try and show her made her very interested and appreciative. Listening to him talking about Timijin made her wonder how old he was. Timijin was ancient and his work was well known around their area, but she didn't know it was known outside of it. She was shocked of how much he knew about Timijin. She could hear the sarcasm in his voice about crawling, but it actually made her laugh a bit. No. I'm not. I'm not afraid to get a little dirty. I only dress like this to please the parents. They want me to be such a lady and no playing outside with boys or anything like that. She chuckled again, slipping to her knees as she made her way through the crack and into his cave just behind him. Wow! She was amazed by the size of the place. It wasn't anything like she expected. Having to crawl through such a small crack but have all this space on the other side. It's so cool! She looked around, her eyes wide and her mouth agape in awe of her surroundings.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

The chamber inside the cave was large and broken into 3 small chambers. One he had made into a small stable for his horse that was as black as his skin. The other seemed more home like and had a small kitchen and seating area around a fire pit. The other was very clearly a bedroom with dozens of furs piled knee high and wide enjoy for 3 people with the top being the softest bear skin either had ever felt. I can cook something if you would like? Other wise you may have the bed to rest on. He moved into the bedroom area and began pulling more furs from a small crevice in the wall. When he was done it was only ankle high but it was still quite comfortable and large enough for himself. Once he had finished his task of making the bed he moved over to his dresser his back to the young woman he began unbuckling the straps of his armor. It took him nearly 5 minuets but he had finally readied it all to be removed. Slowly he pulled the chest plate off leaving him in only a light tank top. He had not thought about her being able to see the entirety of his silver appendage with his under shirt on.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

Iraelia was in utter awe. She made her way quickly over to his mare. It was magnificent a creature indeed. His fur so dark and shiny with a luscious coat. You have a very beautiful horse? Boy or girl? She stroked the creatures nose gently, making sure it saw her at all times so that it wouldn't be frightened. Moving in closer she stroked the side of it's neck, and feeling for it's main. How do you keep it so well groomed my lord? She knelt down slowly, still in tempts not to frighten the beautiful mare. She looked over it's hooves. They were well cut and the shoes were well placed as well. Hearing his answer she continued on to the next room. A room full of furs, stock piled on one another. Oh my. She laid upon the bed he had made for her, moaning gently as her skin met with the soft and luscious fur. This is so much better than the beds we have. She rolled over onto her back, her arms outstretched to either side of her, her fingers running over the furs as she laid upon them. Mmmm. She forced herself to sit up, before she let the furs take her to slumber. Dinner would be delightful my lord. Thank you.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

He is a boy and i would be carefully he tends to be a bit friendly with beautiful women. I take him to a stable ever other day to keep him clean and taken care of. His warning came to late though fortunately for her she was quick and her dress was thick. As she turned the horse leaned down and nipped at her bottom his lips barely catching her skirt giving it a barely noticeable tug. He nodded at her comments of the comfort of the bed he enjoyed it as well. The delightful combination of firm but soft. He finished undressing removing his armored leather pants now standing in just light pants and a tank top. It had been years sense he had been in the company of a honorable woman. Typical the ladies that shared his bed where neither nice nor honorable. I will warn you I am not Elven chief but i will do what i can. He went into the kitchen and lit a fire in the stove then set to preparing the vegetables for a stew.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

I doubt your cooking could be worse than my pa's. She chuckled softly, making her way away from the comfortable furs. Slowly she undid the strings that held her overcoat to her dress, as well as her corset. Gasping strongly as the corset released her, she put them in a neat pile in a corner of the room. Now all the sparkles and royal blue were one from her figure. Just a plain white under dress that accented her dark skin. She took the pins that held up her light blue hair out and untied the headband that covered one eye. She left her jewelery on and the accent make up on her face. Only because wasn't exactly sure how to take it off at the moment. After she was done, she made her way to the kitchen, standing slightly behind Thanos, off to the side resting against a wall as she watched him prepare the food. Her eyes fell upon his right arm, her curiosity fuming inside her. What exactly happened? Her eyes were showing pure curiosity. He may have found it strange she hadn't heard about him too much. Then again, not surprised with how she's been anyway.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

Thanos set water on to boil and pulled a small slab of venison from a small cabinet . It had been cured and readied to make into a stew. His jaw set on edge as she asked about his arm he hated recalling that day. I died on the steps of your temple 500 years ago today. Your god saw may sacrifice and brought me back to life. Making it so i would never age, and returning me an arm. He raised the silver limb and twisted it and rolled his fingers. The silver mimicked a humans showing the bones and muscles that it would need to move in that way. He put the food into the water and gave it a gentle stir before backing away to let it cook. He turned to face her seeing she had changed he admired her beauty she was a very lovely girl. That should not need long. He moved slowly away from her after adding a few herbs and spices. He needed to go say hello to his horse. He moved over to the horses stable and stood next to him patting his side speaking softly in a dark sounding tongue to him.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

She watched his expression. He didn't seem too happy about discussing it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- She lowered her head gently, and he quickly changed the subject to the food. She nodded softly and watched as he left the kitchen to his mare. She watched carefully, following behind him but stopped at the arch way. Hearing the words he was whispering was mesmerizing. It put her in some sort of a trance. It was like a drug that was effecting her through his words alone. Her eyes closed, continuing to listen. What is that- Her head drooped gently, his words still lingering in her ear. Her breathing grew heavy, but as his words subsided so did the effects they had on her. Slowly her eyes opened and she shook her head. How did you-? Her facial expression showed confusion and questioning.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

He smiled as the horse moved over next to her slowly leaning in and nipping her bum lightly. Only to get a firm swat on the side from Thanos the dark words he spoke now a bit angrier as he glared at the mount. I am very sorry he is very forward and very friendly he thinks your pretty. He pushed the large beast back into the stable and stood between them his back to the horse who head butted him lightly angry about his fun being taken away. It was our language a soft song my mother used to sing to me when i would return home. Saying that i would always be safe with her. I sing it to my horse to tell him i will protect him forever. Even if he is a pervert! He moved slowly away from the horse taking her arm pulling her slowly away so as she would not get molested again.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

She squealed lightly, jumping up a bit. Despite her deep, dark skin, the blush on her cheeks definitely showed through. Hearing his words made her chuckle softly. That's quite alright. I've never known a horse with such a personality. As he mentioned that the mare thought she was pretty. She had never gotten such compliments before, and it only made her blush more. Wow. I think I have a new best friend. She chuckled again, winking at the mare before following Thanos away from the stall, giggling at the headbutt. She listened to the history of the language he was speaking earlier, almost fascinated by it. It's so alluring and beautiful. I feel horrible that I know nothing of it. It's so beautiful. She swooned softly. Can you sing it to me again? She looked up at him with her soft, light blue eyes and long black eyelashes that she batted gently.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

He smiled at her as she said she regretted not knowing her language he debated offering to teach her, but the tongue was lost out of his homeland so it would be useless. I could speak it exclusively to you if you knew what i would be saying. He smiled and moved back into the kitchen area the food would nearly be done now and could use a good stir. He took a long slow deep breath and began stir the pot slowly. He glanced back at her normally he would never sing for a person but most people were not a Drow who thought see was an elf. He took a deep breath looking at her over his shoulder wondering exactly what he was going to do. After a few moments he pulled the pot from the fire his metal hand holding one side bare the other using a holder to protect it form the fire. He began to sing another song his mother would sing when he was young. A story to about a Drow man who fought so bravely he became the first Drow king with only one woman to answer to. It was the same song that inspired Thanos to be the great fighter he was.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

Iraelia smiled sweetly and accepted his words. As he got up, she decided to stay where she was. She felt like she was following him around like a little puppy, so she decided to stop. She remained seated, watching him as he prepared the dinner for them. She sighed delicately to herself. She felt as if she were staring, but truth be told, there wasn't anything else to look at. And he was definitely very dashing. His eyes were like no other race of elf she had ever seen other than her own. His strength and skill was remarkable. She couldn't help but find him... fascinating. As he started to sing, she found herself in a similar trance like before. His voice in the dark language so beautiful she couldn't help herself. Her tongue tried to move along with the words, but she found it a bit difficult. A few of the words slipped past her lips aloud, but... only a few. It sounds so familiar...
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

There is an elven song about me that has not been sung in 300 years. It is nearly the same song it just has a very different ending. He turned to face her a large bowl of stew in his metal hand the spoon playing around the rim. He smiled as he walked over handing it to her.Careful now its quite hot. He turned the moment it left his hand and went back to gather his own bowl. He had not had a bite to eat all day and he was quite hungry. He moved to set on a chair across from her at the tiny table smiling. I have some wine or water would you like something to drink? The wine is nothing fancy I don't have a place to store fine elven wine. He looked at her giving a mocking smile he lived like a Drow in a small home in the side of a mountain. The earth told him how much he would be able to store not the man who built the home. He stood after taking only a bite to grab a 2 glasses turning to face her. His eyes admiring how lovely she was she looked exotic not quite a normal Drow but certainly not a normal elf. He took a deep breath struggling not to stare.
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

She chuckled lightly at his words as she sat at the table waiting. I wouldn't even know the difference m'lord. I would need to understand the language before deciphering it. She chuckled again and sat back as he made his way over with the stew. Mmm, it smells delicious m'lord. She leaned forward, taking the spoon in hand and scooping up a bit of it. She blew on it gently so that it wouldn't be too hot on her tongue once she sipped it. As she did she sighed in utter satisfaction. It's delicious! As he came back over she offered another delightful smile before taking another sip of the stew. Wine would be fine. I haven't had much to tell the difference between good and bad wine. It's all the same to me. She chuckled again. She felt much like a child right now as she continued to talk about all the things she didn't know. Then again, everyone knew at least one thing someone else didn't...
Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

If you call me m'lord one more time im going to make you sleep with the molesting horse! He looked at her with a growl before walking over with a bottle of wine pouring her a glass and then one for himself. I have no lands and my only title is butcher! I am no lord call my Thanos. He sat down taking a drink from the wine mumbling softly in his own tongue about how lovely she was it was quite the shame she was not aware of her past. He drank the wine and sipped from the stew lightly wondering if he should spend the time in this town to teach her about her heritage. It would take some time and he would have to spend several days with the elves that despised him. Give me the names of the elves that bother you the most. It seems that many of their families forget that they owe there existence to a Drow.
Thread: Kotep and Detox in...NO BOOTY TOO BIG!

The heavy chains holding the prisoner's arms slipped from the guards' hands with a sudden tug. Her shoulder rammed into the gut of one of the soldiers. She held him while one of her legs kicked out at his partner. The key was tugged from the first guard's pocket, and with a satisfying clanking, the chains fell from her wrists. Flashes of red hair filled the air as her head shot from side to side, then streamed behind her as she charged for the stairs. Three steps at a time, her large paw-like feet carried her up the stairs, and into the flat of the steel blade coming down at her head. Her heroic escape was ruined. She crumpled to the floor, her vision swimming for a moment before everything faded away into a blend of pain, dizziness, and anger. The pain was the first thing there as she came to once more. Luckily, though, it was only a dull, throbbing sensation now, clustered in the front of her forehead. She could feel that her head was lighter than usual--of course, they had taken her hat, the lovely red and black with gold trim hat, with the white plume stuck into it. At least the rest of her clothes were still there, she thought the boots, the trousers, the shirt and vest. All of them were matching shades of red and black, and they both showed and covered a body with lush curves, a powerful set of muscles...and tawny fur. Her appearance was considerably feline, though she acted perfectly normal--or at least, within the bounds of how humans would act. She sulked in the corner of her cell, staring at the patch of sunlight shining in from the barred window on the wall far above her, then up at the cell across from her, then back down, feeling her eyes starting to droop. It was hard to stay awake like this, where there was nothing to do. She felt as if she just wanted to sleep, and then everything would be better.
Thread: Kotep and Detox in...NO BOOTY TOO BIG!

She had always been the kicking type. The sort who didn't mind getting her foot caught somewhere mildly inappropriate then totally ignoring the fact that she had done so, though when they had captured her, she hadn't entirely been aware , no she'd actually been asleep. Was it so wrong for a young woman to sleep? Apparently if said young woman had pissed off a bar maid downstairs, drawing in the attention from her men and rendering them all unfaithful, evidently, the woman was pissed off and decided to call in a few authorities, not because she knew she was a pirate, but because she was a 'Disruption to her Business'. What the hell were they doing being drunk so early in the morning anyway? The sun was just waiting to shoot itself above the horizon, though with a shake of her head, she knew there never really was a wrong time to drink. Simply wrong places. Having only been clad in the loose fabric of a button down shirt that she'd just happened to have borrowed from one of the men downstairs, she smiled softly because maybe she had caused a little bit of trouble downstairs. Though she'd fallen asleep a short time later, a dagger strapped to her stomach and a seat of weapons just next to her on the bed, it was merely a matter of reaching up and grabbing her swords and before they knew it she was armed. However, to sleep on a bed that wasn't being calmed, and sometimes thrown, by waves, the woman found it comforting and absolutely breathtaking. The sound of thudding boots hitting the ground didn't necessarily destroy her slumber, although it did cause her to turn, before she knew it there were men in her room and not for the best of reasons. That didn't mean they didn't take their looks at the female who was merely clad in simply her underwear, a shirt, and fishnets, the shirt at which had risen up during her time of dreaming, that first hand to reach out and touch her seemed to immediately regret doing such a thing. A foot immediately flew up and crashed into his jaw, and instantly the struggle began. Which brought us to where we are now, the female strapped to a chair, her hands tied together and tied a bit more to avoid her getting her hands or arms out so quickly, plus her legs tied at the ankles to the legs of the chair, the pissed off redhead was a sight to see, fuming in anger as they carted her down to the cells. Another set of rope added just beneath her full chest, the woman knew that getting out of this would take a bit of time Unfortunately. The male she had kicked in the face making eye contact with her, a grin spread her full lips and caused him to hold himself back from reaching out and doing something out of his cards, the female was set in what looked to be an empty cell, being carefully pushed in to avoid her toppling over not that they cared . The balls of her feet against the floor, another set of eye contact was made before finally she looked around the cell, red hair falling over half her face as she turned to a near corner and raised a brow slightly, Well this is awkward. listu
Thread: Kotep and Detox in...NO BOOTY TOO BIG!

By the time that the noise of the struggling woman made it to the prisoner's ears, the pain in her head had faded for the most part, as did the splitting headaches whenever she tried to look at something brightly lit. She merely watched quietly as the woman and chair were both thrown into her cell, wisely wagering that she might get another lump on her head if she tried to charge the door. She needed her head that was how she would get out. Pushing her manacled hands against the wall for support, she slowly rose to her feet. She peered down at her new company with a sort of vageuly curious expression, as if she were looking at a dress through a shop window that was pretty, but that she had no interest in buying. Who are you? she asked simply, pacing around the chair so that the female wouldn't have to crane her head around. Let me guess...barmaid, indecent exposure?
Thread: Kotep and Detox in...NO BOOTY TOO BIG!

Not waiting too long for a response and already the female was curling her hands in awkward ways, dealing with the rope burning with a set of winces from time to time, the woman's fingertips began to carefully pull the rope up from her wrists. Glancing up when she found her 'cell mate' pacing around her as though she wanted to get a better look, the first thing she noticed was her feet, Maelani staring down at the huge pawed feet with their claws, she blinked lightly before going back to pulling at the rope, looking up only once when the question was asked of who she was. Her voice was familiar, or maybe it was just being in this cell was screwing with her mind already. However, when her grand idea to 'guess' why she was here came about and the idea of her being a barmaid flew into the air as well, the woman stopped and immediately made eye contact with the large cat. And let me guess, you got caught playing in someone's rubbish? No she wasn't some barmaid who had gotten tossed in here for indecent exposure, and letting out a sigh because quite frankly this familiar looking feline was probably the only person who would be willing to untie her, No I'm not a barmaid. I was asleep for shit's sake. She grumbled, not to say she hadn't done a few things earlier in the day and not to say she didn't have a nice bounty on her head, that was totally beside the point. listu
Thread: Kotep and Detox in...NO BOOTY TOO BIG!

The feline scoffed lightly, shaking her head at the woman tied tightly to the chair. They've got me in for trying to kidnap the governor's daughter. They seem to have the strangest idea that I'm some sort of pirate captain, so I get to sit here and wait while they scour all the ships to try to find the crew they think is hiding out somewhere. She paused as she drifted into thoughts of the girl for a moment, then shook her head and resumed her conversation. So you're not a barmaid. Good job, though I do think you'd have a good body for it. My name's Morrigan McGrath, by the way. I'd shake your hand, but I can't see where mine are right now, or move them too well, she said with a wry grin, rattling the manacles that held her hands behind her back.