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Thread: Cornered (Mercenary+dkitty)

Well, Sillis. Jaria looked down at her food as she took another piece in her fingers and slowly moved it to her mouth. This time she let her pink little tongue play over the end of the piece of meat before she placed it onto her mouth. She looked up and down his body. She had never seen a Trandoshan naked before and she realized that it wasnt just a ploy to get free that made her act the way she was right now. She had to admit she was curious to see what a Trandoshans cock would look like. Would it be reptilian or more humanoid like a Twilek? Would his body be warm or cold against her warm body? What would his scaly skin feel like against her hairless tan skin? And what would it feel like to have his clawed hands rubbing and touching her naked body? As she finished chewing up the piece of meat she looked at the noticeable tent in his pants. With a slight nodded of her chin in that direction she looked up into his eyes. A sweet smile came to her pretty tan face as she said, I think you already have an idea of what you want to bargain with. Jaria sat the bowl down and moved until she was on her knees. Thanks to the Bacta patch her thigh wasnt hurting as she sat down on her heels facing him. It must get lonely out here by yourself.
Thread: Cornered (Mercenary+dkitty)

Sillis looked her over one more time. He knew that this was going to happen, and he wasn't complaining.You're right, its a pretty lonely job. Theres no time or safety fir anyone else, so why bother? But hey, here you are, offering something that I could definitely use. The question is, is it worth the credits and trouble. Sillis said, seeming to ponder it in his mind. She seemed rather talented, but he wasn't about to make a rash decision. How about you give me a little 'demonstration', and then I'll decide. Sillis offered in return. The trandoshan reached down and unzipped the zipper of his pants, but didn't take his clothes off. This wa his sign to tell her that if she decided to accept his offer, that she could start and do whatever she needed to do to convince him. Sillis was expecting a good time, but he would probably sell her afterwards. But if she really was that good, he might just keep her.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

The older woman was put sompletely out of his mind at this point. She was no longer important to him, only this Seer. He whistled as he ran past her, and one of his men tossed him a spear. It was a good weapon, seven feet in length, and with a long iron head. Throkell trotted forward, adn threw. His aim was true, slamming into the lever itself, barely above her hands. As the gates started to roll open, The company dashed forward, getting into a good position. One of Thorkell's men, Ragnar, rushed past the older woman with a grin, his hand whipping out, and grabbing her around the throat. He looked at her, and blanched. The eyes. They were wrong. He was used to seeing fear, anger, hate, but not... this calm. He drew out his heavy bladed knife. It was nearly the size of a small sword, and he held the point to her cheek, and snarled. Those eyes... Thorkell waved a hand, and his men spread out, getting to the gate. He could hear the alarm bells going off, and knew that there would bena armed response here soon. He reached the lever, adn wrenched his spear from it, tossing it to a man behind him, and weighed his options. The girl was in flight, but fleeing out of the city. It might be easier to let her run for a little while, get her farther away. The nearest outlying farm was a fair clp away, and she'd be exhausted well before reaching it. He gave a whistle, and his men set off after her. Ragnar heard, adn turned to look at Thorkell. The men were leaving, and that meant he was out of time. He made two swift cuts with his knife, the first banishing the thought of those eyes, as he drew teh sharp iron across them, ruinign them. The other went across her throat, before dropping her, adn following his people out of the city.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Sophitia Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Poor Sophitia didn't wait for the gates to fully open just enough that she could squeeze and run past without getting caught in them. A squeal left as the spear landed in the device, though by that time, she'd accomplished what she had wanted. Her hands let go of the device and without any second thoughts or attempting to look behind her, Sophitia began to run, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her head shook from side to side, confused and terrified on not just all that was happening, but the other visions which she'd seen before haunting her mind. Why?! Why me?! Of course, she got no reply to her mental question .... or hint. But it wouldn't stop her from trying. Her head continued to shake as she focused on running, going ... as far as she knew .... North. Or ... was it South? Hell, it was out of Athens that would be a start. Or so she hoped. Never once did Priscilla say anything aloud. No whimpers, no begging, no nothing. Even as her throat was grabbed and the blade got close to her ... she kept silent. Almost as if she herself had expected this somehow. As the iron went across her eyes and throat, a weak gasp left, a small but still noticable smile crossing her lips. It didn't take but seconds for her heart to cease beating, her body falling as it was released. A slow but very steady pond of blood began to coat her corpse. She'd died with no regrets ... not even about having her life taken away rather abruptly or suddenly, without any good reason she could see. She'd been able to save her daughter. That was more than enough to allow her entrance into Elysia. She may not have been a war hero, but she had been one of sorts.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

The company was trotting behind, keeping Sophitia in sight. One of the men trotted up to Thorkell. I can drop her from here. He said calmly, setting an arrow to the bowstring. Thorkell shook his head. The boss will be pissed. He'll want her alive, and in good shape. Who's the fastest? He replied. The other man thought a moment. Be Herliefr. He can run anyone down. Send him in. Simple tackle and suppress. Nothing fancy. The man nodded, adn barked out a few ords in their native tongue. A lithe, but till powerfully built man stepped up, slinging his shield onto his back, adn grinning. With a few deep breaths, he picked up his pace. Feet churning the ground, and his legs pumping furiously, herliefr shot forward. Thorkell had to admit, the man was fast as hell. He ate up the difference between him and Sophitia faster than expected. He runs like Thailfi himself. Thorkell muttered. Herliefr grinned as he got close, and when he was within a few feet, launched himself forward, arm outstretched in case she tried to dodge, ready to bring her down. She was good, veyr nearly making it, but once he had a hold of her, he bore her down hard, arms around her to pin her in place. He simply held her and waited for the other to catch up.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Sophitia Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg When the sounds of footsteps caught her ears, Sophitia turned her head, whimpering to see another male chasing her down ... and rather swiftly catching up. Her head turned back in front of her, a shudder trailing down her body. Normally, she would have assumed maybe she had over-reacted to this entire situation. But they'd outright attacked her mother and herself. She'd made the right decision to try to run from these men. They were dangerous and worse off, they wanted her ... that much was clear. But what for? Probably nothing good. Ah! The mixture of the foreign touch, fear, and force behind her being grasped and pinned made Sophitia fall on her stomach. Her hands covered her face, her body trembling in Herliefr's grip. So many 'what ifs' .... and none were more pleasant than the next. She didn't want to die ... that was one of the main fears racing through her head then and there. That for some reason, she was about to meet her demise. And yet, it didn't make complete sense because of one main thing. They weren't Greeks ... they were still very much foreigners. She'd never been outside of Athens before now. Even if Sophitia had a chance to somehow wrong these people, she definitely would have recalled .. let alone if anyone from Greece had done so. But she couldn't recall that being true so .... she was even more confused and scared. She swallowed, finally asking shakily, ..W-what ... do you want with me? Who ... are you anyways? Struggling would have been pointless not just because of the sheer number and strength, but she hadn't forgotten they were all armed. Oh no, she'd made damn well sure to remember that perfectly. Their archer had incredible aim ... and that was only one man. She didn't want to test the others' abilities out by trying to run again from this one individual.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Thorkell and the company approached Sophitia, and Herliefr released her, they were too close for her to effectively make a break for it now. Thorkell smiled at her question. I am Thorkell, Son of Burok Bearslayer, descended from the Skjldung clan. And the priestess in the temple claimed you to be a seer, trying to buy her own life with that knowledge. And i am here to bring you to my chieftain as a prize of war. He explained to her. He made the first announcement proudly, claerly proud of his ancestry, though it likely made no sense to anyone not sharing his background. But it was the response that was expected to be made really, by the men and tradition. Now then lads, take her in hand, and get her up. We've a long run ahead of us. He barked in his native tongue. Men moved to surround Sophitia, and get her on her fet, and moving towards the mountains. They were not terribly close, but they might make it to them at a hustle by dusk. The mercenaries all moved forward with smiles. It had been a good day for them.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Sophitia Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg I ... suppose I am. Most of Athens fail to believe or heed all I've tried to say before, though. Funny how it took their arrival for any of the other priests or priestesses to call her that. Fear could make people rather fickle, it appeared. As the word 'war' echoed in her ears, her heart raced more. She'd almost protested that there'd been no official announcement ... but then her mind went back to what she could recall of the vision. This ... is what it'd meant, hadn't it? The end of her life in Athens, the beginning of her one with these .... foreign raiders. Her hands covered her face, a whimper leaving, a shudder trailing down her body. In all honesty, a bit of her was glad for the assistance of being helped up, lest her shaking body merely force her back upon her rear or knees. The news had been too much. Whomever had kept a hold on her arms would feel how fast and violent her body was trembling by now, more in her arms than legs. These had men reminded her of an exotic version of the Spartans quick, ruthless, deadly accuracy with any weapon they specialized in ... and her heart only sunk more. Did that mean she'd be used as a sacrifice upon arriving then? Her head shook no slowly. It was selfish, especially if they'd just finished executing quite the massacre upon Athens, but gods help her she did not want to die. Maybe one of their deities ... someone whom was like Hera ... would help keep her safe to some degree? It was an odd idea but certainly not unheard of. And at the rate things were going, she'd need all the luck and assistance possible. Her hands slowly moved away from her face, her eyes barely avoiding the desire to cry as she managed to see they were heading towards ... mountains? She supposed if nothing else, it'd be an interesting trip for sure. But none of the revelations ceased her body from reacting the way it was, with her heart constantly racing and pounding in her chest, her mind seeming to try to think a mile a minute if not faster.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Girl, I'm not sure I believe you're a seer. But the priestess thought so, and it's for my jarl to decide, not I. Thorkell answered honestly. He wiped his brow. Eight months in this place wasn't enough to get used to the climate here. It would be winter back home, and the snows would be deeper than he was tall, and by Odin's blind eye he missed it! Here you just sat and sweat it out. At least the mountains gave them some respite, giving them some of the chill that they craved. But since they'd come to be stuck here, thay'd had to make the most of it. Herliefr leaned in beside the girl, speaking low. I'll have a reward for catching you girl. Think I might ask for a night alone with you. He cackled, his hand coming around to slap across her ass. He cackled as he stepped away. The mountains loomed quickly as they made good time, coming to a section that had a well hidden, but well made path that wound into the mountinas proper, makingthe journey much easier.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

The group moved into a longer file, four wide, and began to amek their way up the trail. It was starting to get dark out, but the men seemed to know the way. Sophitia was wedged into the column, and Herliefr was on the outside, ready to run her down once more if needed. The trail woudn well into the mountains, and ultimately ended at a plateau that was wide enough to accommodate quite a population. The raiding force had been a hundred strong, adn there looked to be forty more here still. Nost of these didn't look to be warriors as such, well, most of them didn't. But all of them carried themselves with the same powerful build that was prevalent amongst the raiders. There were perhaps eight hut-like structures, and one larger one. They kept Sophitia moving towards that, All of the men chuckling, and seeming to enjoy themselves quite a lot. Thorkell pushed the doors open, and led the company in. Greeting my jarl! THe man called. At the back of the structure, a single large seat, almost a throne, rose up. A man sat on it, and he cocked his head slowly at Thorkell. The new man was tall, but not as much as one might expect. He was broad at the shoulders, and showed a great deal of muscle tone in his bared arms. His hari was different than the others, coming in at a veyr light brown with flecks of red in it, rather than the golden hair that most of the men bore. Eyes of deep brown gazed out, though when the light struck them, they gave an almost golden shine. It gave him a very lupine gaze, almost like wolf eyes. He rose as he saw the bulging sacks filled with the valubles from teh city. Welcome home my friends! Welcome indeed! It seems you have been fruitful in your work! He called, grinning broadly. Indeed jarl Thorsson! And we bring you this as well! Thorkell reached back, and siezed Sophitia's arm, dragging her forward into view. He gave her a shove towards Thorsson. The other man stepped from his dias, and advanced on her. What was my policy on taking prisoners? He asked no one in particular. Thorkell swallowed. Not to my lord. But she is claimed to be a seer. Thorsson cocked an eyebrow, and looked to Sophitia. He was close enough now that he loomed over her, somehow appearing taller than he was. Is this true girl? Are you a seer, a diviner of things yet to come? He asked her, though their was malice in his voice.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Sophitia Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg The longer the walk continued, the more her legs began to burn and ache. Her pace slowed a bit, but never fully stopped. While the urge to run tried to tempt her a few times, she never actually heeded the idea ... not with all of them so close nearby. It was quite the relief when they had arrived finally. Her eyes gazed around, beginning to take in her new surroundings and 'home' of sorts. It was massive like Athens as were the buildings and yet different at the same time. She made mental notes on where things were to avoid getting lost, her body unable to help but lightly tremble slightly. She was still uncertain -- mainly of what would happen to her and what she would do exactly. Did they expect her to become their Seer? And was that all? Or would there be more? She really hoped this man, leader she guessed, would deny Herliefr his request he'd hinted he would try to ask for. A low gasp left as she felt herself shoved forward, stumbling a few steps. Her eyes managed to look into the wolf-like ones as she held her ground, trying to listen to Hera's advice and keep courage and her head up. She gave a firm and determined nod as the question was brought to her. Yes, I am and have been for .... as long as I can remember. I always have the visions before they actually happen, whether it seconds before doing so, minutes, or sometimes days depending. Your men, for example, weren't a surprise. Their arrival ... Hera showed me it but only that. And with never having seen a non-Greek or non-Roman before ... it was harder to identify whom they were or what to expect from them. All the same, I don't usually have more than one vision in the same day. Her hands held one another in front of Sophitia's body, her heart pounding. She'd done all she could. Hopefully, it'd be enough.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Thorsson smiled thinly. Then we'll see. But don't plan to See me in your visions Seer. None can, whether blessed by foreign or familiar gods, my fate is shoruded to all. He warned. Thorkell, you have done something good here, and I will grant you The first choice of the take in return. Thank you my jarl. And Herliefr did the proper catching. Might he be granted a gift as well? Thorsson turned to look at Herliefr. The man grinned. I'd take a night with the Seer my jarl. The man said plainly, leering at Sophitia. Thorsson shook his head. Your habits are well known to me Herliefr. The Seer is no good broken. Should she prove other than what she claims, then she will be yours to do with as you see fit. But not until. I can only offer you a larger portion from the riches taken. Herliefr scowled, clearly disappointed. He nodded though. As you say my jarl. Now then, you should all return to your homes, and get some rest. I'll take care of the Seer. Thorsson ordered. It only took a few moments for the hall to empty, leaving him alone with Sophitia. The door closed behind the last raider, sealing her away with him. Thorsson offered her nothing at this pont, simply turning away, and walking back towards the high seat of the hall. It was all a proper tactic. He'd let her stew for a few moments, see how far her nerves and courage extend, and wat other qualities might be present.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Sophitia Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Her eyes closed, a shudder of relief quickly trailing down her body. He believed her enough to spare her it was a nice start. Upon Herliefr speaking up and asking to bed her, though, Sophitia's eyes abruptly opened and looked slowly up to Thorsson. He wouldn't really allow this ... would he? Thankfully, even he understood this power may still be remaining partly because she was still pure and forbid him to touch her. She didn't care on the reasons ... she was very grateful all the same for him saying no, though she knew the sprinter was quite the opposite at the moment. As the word 'rest' echoed towards all of the men and into her mind, the concept sounded good. Even though it probably wasn't as late as it could be, the day had been exhausting, mentally especially. She allowed herself to sink to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest as her head rested upon her patellas. Her eyes slowly closed again as she tried to relax and calm down. If he had been against her - for the time being at least - being broken, she doubted he would be a hypocrite and try anything himself. With that slither of hope being clung to, she continued trying to relax. The floor was cold ... but Sophitia doubted much better of a surface would be offered. Nor did she want to try to push her luck. The display of courage, one could argue, had already been proven. Yes, she'd tried to run at first but in the end, she followed Thorkell and the others into a completely unknown fate, never once begging or protesting. The way she was trying to forget of her settings showed she could have a high amount of focus and concentration -- assuming no one bothered her. There was also a hint of subservience with how she never once tried to protest, not even when Herliefr asked to sleep with her. With enough observation, Thorsson would see quite a bit that he was seeking for in the young girl. All he had to do was look hard enough. Please ... let me prove myself somehow. Let ... let me ... But before she could finish, her chest slowed in the rising and falling, showing fatigue was overwhelming her and rather quickly. The long walk had no doubt contributed and even if on a floor, obtaining some rest would be a welcoming idea that she'd gladly embrace and accept.
Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Apparently the biggest quality that she possessed was the ability to fall asleep anywhere. Thorsson looked at her with a smile. Then again, her day had been taxing as one could imagine, being attacked, taken, your mother murdered, and then dragged up a mountain. It was enough excitement to overwhelm most anyone. He went ot eh side wall, and lifted a fur cloak from his homeland, adn walked past her. He dropped it on her, making a crude covering, but it was enough. he went back to his high seat, and sank into it with a sigh. Mercenary work was easy enough in this land. They fought neat, tidy little wars, in neat tidy little ways, in the same neat and tidy places they had for generations. He found the place horribly idiotic. Battel wasn't supposed to be claen adn neat, and his men wouldn't fight like it was supposde to be. The Corinthians had found that out to their peril, with a phalanx of nearly three hundred being massacred in the space of an hour. He'd seen no real skilled warriors yet, no true professionals, but then every Greek he spoke to warned him of crossing the Spartans. These men wwere to be the hardest and strongest of all of Greece, but Thorsson remained unimpressed thus far. They might be able to conquer the Greeks with a certain degree of ease, but all of their foes fought in the same manner. He knew that sooner or later he'd be facing them from across the field. He was also hoping the messenger that he'd sent away might actually make it home. With a lnad like this, ripe for raiding, it was his hope that he might attract more of his people, which might also bring him the chance to hop on a ship and get out of this land. He sghed, adn set to sorting through the various bags of loot from the raid. It was nearly five hours before he was done, the horde of gold and silver stacked high around his seat, with different piles set aside to be handed out at the coming feast. And that was coming quickly. He walked across the floor to where his new Seer slumbered, and stomped his booted foot beside her hard enouhg to rattle the floorboards under her. Wake up Seer. There's tasks to be done. He warned her.