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Thread: Take my hand // Onica and Nickolai -- ONLY

The gallant and beautiful prince was riding a poorly trained white stallion when his servants came to fetch him for this first meeting with his bride-to-be. He was a strapping young man of twenty-five years of a very large and masculine build. Broad shouldered, tapered waist, lean legs and large hands perfect for cupping the supple breasts of the women with which her frequently shared his quarters. When he finally decided that his ride had run on long enough, he returned to the castle, entrusting the reigns of his newest conquest to the nearest stable-hand, his auburn hair glistening with sweat. Sir Adam, I thought you were going to shave? And you have yet to bathe today! they protested as he stormed towards the castle in his usual foul mood. He did not like for his rides to be cut short, fully prepared to get this meeting over with. She would probably be like all the other women he'd ever had easy. He was hardly dressed for a courtly meeting, his sweat causing the white material of his collared dress shirt to plaster to the sun-kissed skin of his muscular back. His expression was one of contempt, his eyes narrowed and his mouth creased at the corners in distaste. Where is this woman? he bellowed, not having bothered to learn her name. The attendants rushed around like chickens with their heads cut off, babbling senselessly about their Lord's poor appearance, about his tardiness. To keep a woman waiting was in bad taste! Out of my way, he barked, plowing through them effortlessly, and throwing wide the doors to the sitting room where his bride would be waiting.
Thread: Take my hand // Onica and Nickolai -- ONLY

Anina had more or less forced into this meeting by her mother and father. With out a son, they needed there child to marry someone worth of taking over there land once the passed on. Many had tried, but it seemed that this prince Adam had caught their eye. Even if their little girl had never seen him before, nor if she was willing or not to meet him. Truth be told she was in love with another, but because of his past her parents would not hear of it. The much rather someone of noble blood take their child from them. She was quite lovely, her earth hue hair kept long dressed in ribbons and fans. Eyes gold in color, clearly angry about what was going on yet they seem to hold some spirit to them. She might be a wild one, still young and adventurous. Her dress was white and long, fading into light and dark pinks. Around her neck a choker and pendent, most likely something past down from her mother. Anina did look a lot like her mother, just younger....no older then her late teens. Head turning to look at the door once she heard screaming and yelling. The strong voice gave her soon to be husband away. Not even bothering to stand once he entered the sitting room. Even if her mother and father stood.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

Just out of range of the fighters, a slight 'lad' stood, watching the commotion with something akin to shock. Dirty blond hair peeked out from a dark, musky cap that sloped to the front of his face, hiding those tell tale eyes of violet. Of course, Seres had expected someone good. Delicate teeth nibbled at her suddenly dry lips. She had speed, and talent. But he just dominated the field and the fight. She would not be dominated as easily. But if she was caught down here, she'd never hear the end of it from Beatrix. And life was more than difficult enough already for the girl who'd lost her mother and was thrust into a position she'd not thought she'd have to take up for years yet. Taking a step backward slowly, so as to not be noticed, she tried to still listen to what he said. At least in pants, one could be somewhat sneaky at least. Well, unless one tripped over a staff left against the wall. And down she went, falling on her backside, and taking down about half of the stand of weapons with her. Luckily for her, they simply tumbled down, and there was no loss of life. Oh, she'd never hear the end of it from the fellows she trained with now. I'll get it! Her voice squeaked, and she thanked the heavens above that her slight stature placed her as a prepubescent boy if one didn't look close enough. Well, as long as they didn't look at her backside either. Hey Seres, You're supposed to fight with the weapons, not have them beat you up. Came one jeer, as she scrambled to her feet and began to collect the weapons. Oh, she'd kill that Jared later. She could still win a fight against him easily. At least posing as a boy, she knew none of them took her gender for granted, so her fighting was honest. Bug off, Jared. I just wasn't careful enough. I'm more than man enough to kick your arse in field training tomorrow. For the moment, she'd forgotten about the new arrival in her growing vendetta for the other recruit.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

So you're here, are you? Vallios' ears were as keen as a wolf's, and so he'd heard the trainee say the name. He hadn't expected the ruling-mother-to-be to be down here watching the sessions so soon. Those topaz orbs scanned the crowd, quickly honing in on the violet eyes in mere seconds. Of course, Vallios acted as if he was addressing a trainee and nobody else. You need to learn awareness. The last weapon you put away, grab it and step forward. With a smirk Vallios retrieved two practice daggers from the rack, settling into what was nearly a crouch, waiting for her to step forward. Never had Vallios gotten a glimpse of Selene's fighting prowess, and he needed a way to begin measuring her. He barked on order, knowing she wouldn't defy him in his domain. Come at me. If you land a blow, I won't sentence you to cleaning in the kitchens.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

How... Fire lit her eyes, she had a new target for her anger and frustration. How did he know? Even the other recruits didn't know. But he knew exactly who she was somehow. She pulled herself up to her full height. She wasn't a tiny thing, but she was smaller and more lithe than most warriors. ...Cleaning in the kitchens... The phrase gritted between her teeth. How dare he. As if. It was a chore that none would like, let alone a proud girl who knew her place in the world, even if that place was not always welcome to her. Her pace was controlled as she lifted up the last of the weapons, replacing them in the stone silence that the training room had become. She looked up at Rany'r, the only one who knew her secret, and gave a responding nod to his own as she picked up the last sword. The sword chosen was light and strong. Perfect for her. As you wish, Weapons Master. She would not disgrace him by not giving him the title that he'd fully earned, she was too well trained for that. She lifted the sword and drew it across her sleeve, marking the weight and flex before turning it in her hand, flipping the bladed weapon over to test it's weight in her hand. A step forward, and the voices around her discussing her movements faded into the silence of her mind as she took her stance, one arm at guard, almost but not quite bracing the sword which faced him, her toe pointed. The grace she held would tell she was a woman to all but an idiot, but who expected a woman to train with the men. Even more aggravating, he'd know that she'd only been taught defense thus far. Either she'd lose face with the recruits, or she'd lose face with him. Her first move was quick, sliding her foot backwards, feinting back with the sword as it twisted in her grasp for an upper cut towards his side.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

Good, she had courage. Vallios marked her movements, the only motion giving away his intentions was the way his right heel turned and his right knee bent ever so slightly, strong muscles flexing as he prepared to spring forward. Right now Seres had reach on him, the sword providing a good foot and a half over the daggers. As such it was expected that Vallios would play defensively, and wait for the moment to strike. Of course, Vallios knew that the battlefield was only half physical. A psychological advantage over one's opponent was just as lethal as muscle or speed. The game was outlast, Vallios would make sure Serene didn't land that blow. Not only was this a demonstration to the class, it was also a lesson to Serene. This was meant to establish dominance, to draw a line. As the two became more familiar, Serene would quickly learn that Vallios had his apprehensions regarding the true role of a Weapons Master. Could any man truly be fine with leading an existence as a royal guard dog? When Serene ascended to her position he'd find that any part of his life outside of guarding her and upholding the house's honor would vanish. If he wasn't at her side, he'd be down in the training rooms preparing the Ahn'kir army and guards for their service. Now, that was a grim thought. Vallios was used to being able to roam the city occasionally, visit a tavern, perhaps get in a brawl. After all, such things were in his wild blood. No matter how far he was from the clans, and the assembly of tribes, the Ring of Struggle, he'd never truly leave his heritage behind.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

And strike she did. A step forward as if to undercut, but this was not her intention. The blade pulled back towards her chest, her own body at a 45 degree angle to his, giving any offense he might have had no purchase upon her blade. The sheer fluidity of the motion got a few gasps from their peanut gallery, but Serefina didn't have the attention to give them as they marveled at her grace. Instead, as the pommel was brought to her stomach, again it turned, her left elbow moving and providing the power to move forward again to cut against the opposing side from her original target.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

Vallios quickly rose, deflecting her thrust with a swipe from his off-hand. The recourse was swift, Vallios slamming the pommel of his other weapon down upon Serene's blade with enough force to snap the weapon at the hilt if she tried to follow through with her attack. And of course the advantage was carried through Vallios throwing a hard elbow at Selene's ribs. Now that he was past the thrusting point of the sword, the light weight and freedom those daggers provided his expert hands would lend a speed and precision that Selene would find herself hard pressed to match. If all went well she'd be forced irrevocably onto the defensive, allowing Vallios to press on and force Serene back. If things didn't go well, Vallios would withdraw and re-align his defenses, waiting for a more opportune time to land a demoralizing strike. Hopefully Selene was fast enough to move away from that vicious elbow. When it came to one on one trainings, Vallios pulled no punches. The blow was diving for her sternum, and would more than likely topple her and leave a nasty bruise if it connected.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

She did what no self respecting 'warrior' would do, but that a woman had no issues with what so ever. Even she knew that the best thing to do was to disarm an opponent. So as the blow came down upon her blade, she let him do just that. She released the blade, the sudden lapse of pressure against his strike should be enough to throw him off and just downward enough for a second. So even if the elbow strike followed through, her hands would be above her head, and as the elbow connected, so would her clenched fists to slam down on his head. After all, he just said to land a blow. He didn't say how or with what. But there was still the matter of the elbow jab, which thanks to her own intended strike put her into a perfect position to receive the full brunt of the strike, but due to his own downward motion, into her stomach and thrusting her to the ground to land once more on a backside she was going to be grateful that was so well cushioned in the morning. Ugh...Oh gods, she felt like she was going to vomit.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

Fair enough. While such a blow did nothing apart from make me blink, it is still contact. I shall need to be more precise with my requirements in the future. Everyone besides yourself is dismissed for the day. Vallios shot Selene a cruel smirk, waiting for her to get up on her own good time. Slowly he turned, bending down to retrieve the discarded weapon. At a leisurely pace Vallios sauntered over to the weapon racks and placed them in their proper locations, all the while waiting for any sounds of Selene getting to her feet, or attempting an unsportsman-like counter-attack while his back was turned. Selene would find that Vallios' moods were constantly shifting...Or at least, that's how it would seem. Reality was Vallios kept his center at all times, showing a different face to mold every situation into the exact manner that suited him best. For all his brooding silence and the facade of a one-track mind, Vallios was truly always pulling strings or manipulating something.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

It would take that moment offered for Serefina to regain her own equilibrium. She was rather disturbed by the fact he'd seemingly read her mind about why she was willing to take the blow she had to get the contact. Then again, he was the Weapon Master. And she knew his predecessor well, he would not have picked his protege lightly. And she was honorable, if manipulative on her own. She'd gotten what she needed, there was no reason to attack him further. Ugh... Her hand went to her stomach and she'd never complain about wearing a corset again. It would have been extremely handy to have during this. Standing up, she inquired,You wished my remaining presence, Weapon Master? her tone formal, and voice as deep as possible. It was a possibility that she'd been mistaken in her assumption that he knew who she was. Her mind was racing, trying to fit pieces together as to turn this to her advantage. Even if she'd been in her gowns and formal garb, she remained cool inwardly, no matter what. It had earned her the nickname Lady of Ice and had remained for several years. This...man, no, this Weapon Master would be no different. He was a tool. She didn't need a man. Let alone one who would restrict her freedom and movements. She doubted he'd let her dress in her boys clothing to go explore the surrounding territories. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. She had no idea how she'd get around the 'rules', but she would. She was not going to take some domineering overbearing ass as her consort.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

I was just curious of why you were down here. Your lessons don't begin for another two weeks. Per Beatrix's pressing...I believe I shall call it a request. She's far too much of a lady to make demands. The sarcasm in Vallios' voice was cutting, and he found it hard not to scoff. The acting ruling mother was quite forceful, and made her demands well known...Despite the fact that her tiny stature did little to allow her to put any force behind her threats. After a moment or two Vallios turned to look at Selene, trying to better read her intentions. It was always a question to him how this pairing would happen. Of course, Vallios had seen himself being paired with one of the older women in the royal bloodline. As for why Selene had been chosen despite being the youngest of her sisters, Vallios could give no explanation beyond the assumption that it'd been done because the other three had already been married away and had their own lands to worry about outside of the capitol. As such, it was a choice of convenience. Ahn'kir was a house steeped in tradition, and morale would drop greatly if it was not lead by a Ruling Mother and Weapons Master, as it had been since it's founding centuries ago. And so Vallios wondered just what Selene thought of him. He was not some gallant royal knight, with military decorations and a warhorse. Initially he'd been an outsider, a refugee from the warrior tribes of the frigid northern wastes, picked by the Master Arzale for reasons unknown after a rather brutal tavern brawl, one that Vallios had shown striking martial prowess for a man of but 18 winters. Though, that was six years prior...Six long years of direct training by one of the most revered warriors House Ahn'kir had ever held amongst it's ranks. What would run through a noble daughter's mind when she looked at something so foreign? Even now, in the center of the training room Vallios was not dressed in his honorary colors. The only form of adornment or jewelry he wore was a necklace of bleached fangs. He was clad in a vest made of blackened leather, lined with heavy furs and fastened shut by thin straps covered his muscular bare torso, black leather leggings fit closely to his toned legs, and a pair of sturdy dark brown hide boots well worn from years of travel. The clothing was certainly outlandish, but Vallios' face was what was most striking. His cheekbones were high, chin strong but not over-imposing, with lips that held the slightest of subtle seductive curve to them. Alabaster skin and vivid, haunting topaz eyes...He could certainly be called handsome if not for the mark that flawed his visage. Three scars, stretching from the top of his right eye-brow and tapering down to points at his jawbone had been ritualistically blackened. They were marks of shame, a symbol of ex-communication known only to his people. To the land that'd raised him, Vallios was dead and his memory erased. It was as if he'd never existed amongst those savage people.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

Blasted Hell The curse crossed her lips before she'd even thought. He knew exactly who she was, that much was evident. It was telling that she cursed words that she shouldn't have ever even heard, let alone used with familiarity. She took a step over towards a pillar, and leaned against it, looking more casual than she felt. Her stomach was still rolling. Tearing the hat from her head, the hair that had seemed to be a dirty blond was in fact a crown of shimmering platinum braided tightly in a loop of tendrils that reached past her waist. The glory of hair helped her seem more like a fragile delicate lady than she'd just proven she wasn't. She hadn't been chosen because she was the only unmarried daughter, although that of course had been a consideration. She was also the one with the most aptitude for weapon play as well as diplomacy. At the moment, however, she was more inclined to use the sword than the latter. But she had to give him credit. His scathing, yet diplomatic consideration of her aunt Beatrix was along the same lines as her own. She had as little to do with the woman as possible. He was a handsome man, she gave him credit there. My aunt has..., this time she managed to bite her tongue before she said something she shouldn't have. ...different priorities than I do. Diplomatic enough. More like her aunt wanted to do whatever it took to keep power in her hands. The longer it took Serefina to be considered 'good enough' for her position, the longer Beatrix could revel in her new found glory.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

Whatever her priorities may be... She does not have a champion She will not last long upon that throne. Vallios let out a low sigh and began straightening the weapon racks. Tomorrow's lesson would start with a thorough cleaning of the training room. Mopping, sweeping, polishing...Those ingrates couldn't even properly place a blade in it's stand. How many times had he instructed them that they were to always honor a weapon by returning it to it's sheath or rack? No matter how early or for what reason classes ended, if the weapons were to be put down they were to be put away as well. Unfortunately, recourse would have to wait until tomorrow. And so Vallios silently went about setting order to his disrupted domain. The weapons lay about in a clatter, hanging precariously from their places, or lazily set against the rack as if their placement would not be noticed. Right now Vallios was giving Serefina a chance to speak her mind, to ask any questions or make any statements she felt necessary. This, in and of itself was a lesson. A lesson, for both of them however. They'd need to learn to react to one another's nonverbal ques, otherwise their lives would both be forfeit.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

Oh, really? Serefina cocked her head to the side as she watched him for a moment collecting the various implements. Really? Why is that? Because she's a woman? It had bite to it, but it was also a serious question. If he held so little regard for women, then this whole idea was hopeless. Moving to a little used side of the room, and using one of the weapon racks as cover, she began to undress while she waited for his reply. She hated dressing and undressing down here, but if these clothes were seen in her room, who knew what damage would be wrought. But still he was a male, and therefore untrustworthy when it came to females. Or so her older sisters had tried to insist. Women aren't just a vessel for your seed. Again with the ideas and words she should have been too protected to know. We have minds that can think just as well if not better than a man's. True she was from a matriarchal family, but that did not mean that it wasn't true. She slipped her skirt over her pants before removing them, and then began working on her shirt, revealing the binding of her breasts. It was actually more painful after binding them, as they quickly became over sensitized and it was a distracting sensation. But no matter, she began unwinding the binding, I wonder what he thinks of me.. Violently she shook her head to clear that thought, that had nothing to do with the matter. The pins holding her braid in place came tumbling down, and Serefina paused to undo her blanket of platinum hair before finishing to unbind her breasts. That would at least give her some cover as well should anyone walk in.
Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x Tema)

Now, Vallios had been raised to look people in the eyes when you spoke to them. So his attention turned from straightening the weapons to look directly at Serefina...And he just so happened to be standing in the perfect position so that the gaps in the weapons gave Vallios a clear view of just what Serefina was doing. He couldn't help but hold back a smirk as he returned his attention respectfully to his previous task. Without a word Vallios resumed straightening the weapons as he thought out his response. No, because she's had no formal training in any form of weapon. True combat isn't honorable, or announced. I doubt she'd be able to tell a real assassination attempt apart from a friendly handshake. She also has no idea of the military strength of the other houses, their motives, the relation of debt between houses or their mercantile assets. Her task was in raising you and your sisters, not managing the sordid affairs of this city. As for what did Vallios think of her? Well, from a red-blooded male point of view he thought that he'd like to see the clothes on his chamber floor, and her on her back inviting him to enjoy what pleasures she could offer. However, at this moment in time that point was neither here nor there. In regards to her ability to step into the position she'd been matched to Vallios was truly reserving judgement. He believed she had the fire and the heart to fight her hardest to become what she needed to be. The question was, did she have enough time? Did he have enough time to adapt to what he was meant to be?