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Thread: Survival of the Night (HaseoGentsu1 x Jackiras)

Kai wasn't going to deal with this sort of stuff much longer. When they got back to where his area was, he was going to get her to speak normally again. It wasn't that difficult. Kai nodded and began his descent into the forest with the horse girl behind him. A few creatures moved around them, and even some of them crept up on them, but when they saw Kai, they stepped back and moved away. It only took a sight or a growl from him for the others to run off. Kai had been there for close to a decade now. He and a few others were there for quite some time. They had made their names for themselves. It didn't take much. Just a good amount of fights that were won. Plus, he was a ruler of a certain area. The wolf led the horse towards an opening in the forest. In the middle, there was a big cave that led underground. All around them, there were wolves of colors that were extremely different. They noticed the horse girl and they all got a little excited. Kai growled heavily at them and they all backed down. Down here. He said as he walked into the cave. While she followed him, once they were inside, they got to a small statue down there. That's where he turned around and grabbed her by the throat. His strength was immense and not even willing to give up. He growled at her and his fangs started to show. He squeezed almost to a point that she couldn't breath, let alone fight back. But just as she was getting close, he let go and walked away. Speak. He had done something to her.
Thread: Survival of the Night (HaseoGentsu1 x Jackiras)

Eria was glancing around nervously at the sudden increase in predators, but when Kai said that she was under his protection, she relaxed a little. Lady Sol had kept her eyes on Eria the entire time, making her even more wary, but when the other two wolves appeared, she glanced away to regard the new comers. She seems like the kind of person to want to have on your side. I wonder what the history between her and Kai is? Eria thought. Giving a soft laugh, Sol bent forward and shifted into her human form. Now now, Kai. You know as well as I do that war between our clans would end in nothing but despair for us all. And to have the Overseer witness such an event? What a calamity. Sol's voice lapped at one's mind like water at the edge of a lake, filled with calm and peaceful intent. As with her lupine form, Sol was covered in scars, but managed to radiate the same beautiful silver glow on her alabaster skin. Her glassy, unseeing eyes shined with amusement, and her pink lips creased in a small smile. Her glittering gold hair shifted to fall on the side of her face, pooling on the ground in a puddle of silk. She was dressed in a simple white kimono that was adorned with pale pink lotus blossoms and ribbons. She wasn't a very tall woman, but her very presence demanded one's respect and awe at her unearthly beauty. Her companion Kaj remained in his lupine form, growling at Kai and moving to stand next to Sol. The two made a striking pair, as different as night and day, but seeming to fit well together. There is no disrespect, Kai. Your clan has hunted well in the absence of our own hunters, but I must wonder why you bring this much food now? Why have you not brought this much before? Is it because of this horse? Did you bring more food as an excuse to bring her here? Because I highly doubt that a new born such as her could be of any use to us other than food. Kaj leered at Eria, his striking blue eyes pinning her to the spot. Eria unconsciously moved to stand behind Kai. Sol glanced at Kaj and shushed him with a hand on his head. Kaj looked up at her with something close to regret but also love. You never know, Eolv. If Kai did not kill this one immediately, then there most have been a reason why. So, Kai. What is the real reason as to why this one in not a part of our meal?
Thread: Hellooo, anyone out there? :) FxM

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Thread: Daughter Of Dune (Ursus Peregrinus & darkangel76)

Marid It was just after sunset, the sky turning dark, when Marid returned to Kaleff's home. He was admitted almost before he knocked upon the door, ushered in silence inside. Kaleff was waiting, with his half-brother Orlop, and the two gestured for him to join them. Be welcome in my home, Kaleff intoned, and Marid joined them, sitting cross-legged on a rug with the two older men. You honour me with your hospitality. We have little time for pleasantries, my friend, Orlop grunted and removed a device from his robes. It made a low hum as he activated it. There, now we may speak without fear of spy-beams or devices. Marid raised an eyebrow at the precaution, it was one he had rarely seen before and only at meetings of several Naibs. There is a rot in the heart of Arrakis, Kaleff said quietly. A rot in the heart of the Imperium. In spite of all we did to purge it. Something dark has infected our hope for the future, something we never expected. Our Mahdi has left us in... uncertain hands. But we have hope, Orlop added. And some of our hope rests in an out-freyn young woman. She does not know the Fremen way, but she can be taught. In time she may prove a Sayyadina, perhaps even a prophetess. We hope that- A motion from Kaleff silenced Orlop, and he stroked his beard thoughtfully. All that is the future. We must deal first with tonight. Marid cocked his head to one side as Kaleff continued. You are to take this young woman to Broken Cliffs. You are to teach her the way of the desert. She will learn quickly. Hide her, from any outsiders, she has many enemies. Keep her secrets, while she learns. Even from your Father. Test her, as you would test any Fremen youth. Even to destruction. This is the final will of Muad'dib. His prophecy to us, passed down to us even before we took up his banner and swept across the known worlds like a fire. This girl may be the hope of all the Fremen people. His brow furrowing, Marid found his thoughts roiling at this odd request. He had nothing but their word to convince him, but he found he did not doubt. Their faces were plain and there was no lie in them. Marid found that he WANTED to trust them. Even though this great responsibility frightened him. I will do as you ask, he said finally, after a long and tense silence. But what if she does not survive her lessons? If she dies, then she has failed to pass the test of Arrakis. So be it. Orlop intoned. Kaleff rose, and motioned for Marid to join him. Come, we will go to meet her now. I wish there was not such urgency, but events force our hand. Pulling on a cloak, the older Fremen buckled on a maula pistol to go with his crysknife, and Marid's eyebrows rose. It seemed odd for a city-dwelling Fremen to go about so armed in a time of peace. Perhaps the time of peace was coming to an end? tag
Thread: Daughter Of Dune (Ursus Peregrinus & darkangel76)

Marid Kaleff led the young Fremen a winding path through the back streets of Arrakeen. Their final destination was a large home, that of a merchant or some other wealthy individual, not far from the Palace. They were met by a trio of armed Fremen, their faces concealed by hoods and scarves. Naked blades in their hands were only lowered when Kaleff spoke to them, first in Chakobsa and then in the clipped phrases of the Atreides battle language. Marid did not know the latter tongue, so he merely stood silently, his empty hands in full view. They were ushered inside and Kaleff was led away. Marid was left alone in a room with two men in Fremen robes who were most definitely NOT Fremen. The faint ozone scent and the greasy feel to the air told him that these men wore shields, and he remembered his training. Men trained to shield-battle moved differently. They would be slow to strike, quick to parry. They would rely on their shield to guard them, though the Fedaykin had swept away the legions of Sardaukar in spite of their shields. Still, his father told stories of men trained by Gurney Halleck and the Swordmaster, Idaho. Men unused to Arrakis but just as deadly as any Fremen warrior. So while Marid stood silently and waited, he watched them. Their robes concealed their bodies, but he could watch their eyes and he did so. They had the eyes of Ibad, but so did anyone who lived on his world for long enough. Were they some of the last Atreides soldiers? Some survivors of the Emperor's Sardaukar? Some great house's warriors? Marid had his suspicions, but he kept his peace. To be Fremen was to be able to watch the same patch of sand for hours, waiting for an enemy to show himself. --- Kaleff came into Ghanima's presence and bowed deeply. Empress, the guardian we have sought for your daughter is here and waiting. My brother confirms that we were not followed to this place, but the longer we tarry, the greater the risk. Though he had lived in the same home as her father, still Kaleff could not face the Empress and daughter of the Mahdi without awe. He is clever, and he knows only what he needs to know. Your daughter will be safer with him than she would be anywhere else. There was no subtlety in the insult, and it was aimed squarely at Irulan. Kaleff mistrusted any Corrino, even the Empress' consort. tag
Thread: Daughter Of Dune (Ursus Peregrinus & darkangel76)

Marid No Fremen trusts a stillsuit made by anyone but a Fremen. He said softly as she praised the fit of her suit. Removing a couple of meal-bars from his pack, he unwrapped one and bit into it, chewing slowly at the mix of dried meat and vegetable matter, heavily spiced with melange and with the little shoug peppers that held so much heat. The other he set before Hersilia, for when she wanted it. For an out-freyn girl she was certainly strong. Courageous as well, to push herself so hard, but in that courage there was also foolishness. It would be worth it to mention to her. You moved well last night, but you pushed yourself dangerously hard. If you collapse, I would have to choose between carrying you and leaving you to the desert. He took another bite, then a sip from his drinking tube. The rations were, unfortunately, quite dry. In future tell me when you grow tired, and, he smiled faintly, never let me push you past dawn without speaking. If there is reason for it, I will tell you. The day holds too many dangers. Watching her suck the salt pills, he finished his mealbar in silence. His charge was lost in thought but Marid seemed simply to be at peace. Her question, as she lay down, caught him off guard, but he replied after a long moment's thought. The long road is the safer one, he said, away from prying eyes. Her second question surprised him, and while he was watching her fall asleep he gave her the answer. I grew up in the South Polar regions. The safe haven for the Fremen people. The home of our future. As she fell asleep, her meal uneaten, Marid sighed. Whatever she had wanted to say could wait. Laying down, left hand on his maula pistol, his head pillowed on his right forearm, the Fremen closed his eyes and let his breathing slow and deepen. They would both need all their strength for the road ahead. The first leg of their journey would be the hardest for them both. Teaching Hersilia to survive in the desert, travelling the open bled without resort to calling up a worm. There was a balance to be struck, between testing the girl and trying to break her. Any tool would fail if used too roughly, and the girl would need her temper. The girl... who was she? Marid thought he saw something familiar in her. She lacked the colouring of a Fremen, but still there was something he had seen somewhere. A hint in the cheekbones and in the brow of someone he knew. Who was she? tag
Thread: Daughter Of Dune (Ursus Peregrinus & darkangel76)

Marid Marid slept peacefully. The young warrior had enough experience to be able to sleep when the chance came. His only dreams were of the deep desert, the dunes near the southern pole where the Fremen had been at work for four generations now. Of days spent planting hardy grasses on the slipface of dunes, growing the dunes higher and higher into mountains of sand and then in the shade of them setting other chosen plants to grow. The task was one of the first forays into the desert of a young Fremen, coming with lessons in survival, navigation, recognition of the hazards of their environment and moving always in stealth. Those memories were some of the young man's fondest. It was from such pleasant memories that he woke at Hersilia's movement and laboured breathing. Marid came awake and sat up, his dart pistol rising as his hand half-drew his blade. By the time his eyes opened, he had divined that there was no threat and begun to relax. Looking over at Hersilia, Marid drew a slow, deep breath. He said nothing, allowed her to master herself and the fear that was poorly hidden in her expression. The meaning of her fear was not obvious, though being hunted by unnamed foes and hounded into the depths of the desert were reason enough. Marid sensed it was more than that, though. Her manner had been calm enough even during their hair-raising flight. Why now, then? Sitting as she ate, Marid moved to examine the stilltent's seals. He had no reason not to trust them but water discipline was ingrained in Fremen children from before they could speak. Drink some while you eat, he suggested, sliding over a small flask from his pack. They'll dry you out else, and you've not walked the desert long enough for your body to have grown used to the lack of moisture. The advice was dispensed quietly but not without kindness. Marid's duty to protect and teach Hersilia did not forbid his being solicitous of her comfort. At least, not so long as it did not allow her to grow soft. The noble-born was soft enough already. A few weeks desert trek would be sufficient to toughen her up until there was no longer a spare ounce of fat or dram of water on her sleek form. Shaking his head to drive away THAT thought before it could finish forming, Marid removed a small filmbook of maps and desert charts and began plotting their night's march. If they made good time, they could reach the testing station at Fanged Ridge. It had been abandoned since the end of the War against the Harkonnen and Muad'Dib's ascension. When you have eaten, try to sleep once more. The coming night will be a long one. His voice was soft as he set the maps aside and composed himself once more to sleep. If she had need to speak of what worried her, she could do so but it would be at a time of her choosing. tag
Thread: Daughter Of Dune (Ursus Peregrinus & darkangel76)

Marid That his charge was shaken was obvious, but Marid reflected on her calm moments and determination. He was confident that she would pass the desert's test. Trusted that this was a momentary weakness. Marid realized, in that moment, that he wished her to prove herself. With that realization came a determination to be harder on her. The thing must prove itself, he told himself. No good would come of coddling her. Grunting softly, the Fremen gritted his teeth and listened, eyes still closed. There is no need for thanks, he said simply. You have my countenance, while you face the desert. I am to teach you all that you can learn. As the cup, I shall pour out my knowledge for you. Drink deep of it, for there are drops of wisdom to be found therein. A smile touched his lip. One or two, at least. Hersilia's troubled tones as she described her dream made him wish for his brother's counsel, his Father's wisdom. Was he an umma, to understand dreams and interpret prophecy? Instead, he sat up and looked at her. One hand reached out and grasped her shoulder. Dreams have power, but not all dreams are true. His fingers tightened, slightly. To dream of Shai-Hulud is no bad omen. Bless the Maker, and his water. Bless his coming, and his going. May his passage cleanse the world. May he keep the world for his people. Marid's grip grew gentle and he withdrew his hand. You come among us to learn our way. If you are to become Fremen, you will learn to call Shai-Hulud. You will learn to ride the Grandfather of the Desert, if you live. He smiled. But not tonight. Tonight, we make our way to Fanged Ridge. There was a Desert Botanical Testing station there, but when Muad'dib's war against the Harkonnen reached its height our people took all we could into the deep south where the Harkonnen dared not go. In its caves we will begin your training. In its caves, he would make the first choice to lead her out across the desert alone, or to summon a band of his people to speed their journey. But that was a choice for another day. Once he had determined her strength, and learned from her who it was who sought her. tag
Thread: Can She Rise To The Challenge (google and skittish_butterfly)

Katherine did not like the way the receptionist looked her up and down after she announced herself here to see Michael. Was that a sneer? And where was the girl she'd talked to earlier? Looking around briefly, Katherine stepped toward a chair, quite ready to wait him out with a magazine -- oh, well, maybe not any of those magazines, but maybe with some reading on her phone, or just thinking quietly, planning her tactics for ending this honorably. But the somewhat overbearing receptionist with the decidedly un-Michael appearance clucked her tongue and motioned for Katherine to follow her straight away into a back room, the woman's manner as if she fully expected prompt compliance even from an accomplished college girl like her. Did she not realize who Katherine's father was? Apparently not! Katherine walked quickly to keep up, fumbling to get her serious glasses on as she was led back along a hall lined with photographs she didn't see at all, not one bit, and finally through some impressive double doors. The woman stepped aside, again with a smirk as her departure left Katherine with a clear view of the elegantly appointed office. It smelled of exotic woods and fine leather and expensive alcohol. She didn't smell the sex. Michael must make the girls clean up too. The office was shockingly large, almost inappropriately so, and of course as the visitor Katherine would have to make her pilgrimage across the vast expanse of plush carpet to appear at his desk, to beseech the 'great man.' It was so pathetically transparent Katherine almost laughed at him. That was how these power games worked. This was exactly how she imagined her father's office probably looked like and he certainly knew the rules of these games. Well Katherine was having none of it. She was not here to beg or plead for anything from him. He was not an emperor or a great statesman or even a University President. He was a smut peddler who'd borrowed enough money to buy an office two sizes to big to compensate for something. Katherine stayed at the door, put her hands on her hips and almost shouted to him on the other side of the room. Well, do you want to settle this or what? If you want to talk, I'm here. She shouldn't be here, but she was. Katherine had yield and come to his turf, so they would damn well dance to her tune.
Thread: The Maine Thing (Wolvenrogue and Aryail)

Hanna was 18 years old and she had a really nightmare of a night, all of this had been really stupid of her. All of it had been for a stupid, stupid bet about how she could go hiking with high heels on, and if not she would have to pay all of her saved money... likewise if she managed to do it, she would of gained a lot of money too! But she had failed miserably, she was feeling cold, and she was scared, plus her ankle hurt! A lot! Well actually it was just a little, in fact she didn't even had an injury and while it still hurt every time that she tried to stand up and move... it was really nothing. She could be such a baby from time to time. She was wearing high heeled boots, very expensive looking, they were over the knee and of a light grey color. She was also wearing black tight leggings, a short skirt and matching top. And of course her long, smooth and lovely dark hair was let free and easily fell down her shoulders. She had bluish-greenish eyes and a really attractive face. She was only about 5'3'' height, maybe somewhere between 5'3'' and 5'4'' without her high heels. She was pretty short anyway which is why the idiotic thing of going hiking with her high heels had started. She had even filmed it with her cellphone! Which was now out of battery. Everything has started to well and then... one misstep and down she went!