Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Deidarmia hadn't expected to find herself on the ground in a pinned position, but as she yielded begrudgingly and was released, she couldn't help but feel a sting of disappointment that she hadn't managed to last longer. The fight had ended with the teacher pressed above her, and while she didn't have much time to consider it, the feeling of his weight at her backside and his voice above her commanding her to yield sent a strange sensation up her spine, a tingle she would call familiar save that she'd only ever really experienced such a thrill with other women. The feeling passed however with little notice as her mind wandered back to its original focus, still a bit addled by the pain of combat. Her lip, back and midsection ached terribly, and she knew she'd have some impressive bruises to show off to Quinn the next day, if she got to see him. She hoped so... that they wouldn't be separated for too long at a time because of this witch studies thing. He hadn't told her much of anything about what awaited him, only that they'd selected a woman to be his tutor, which she thought honestly was a mistake. It'd take a woman of iron will to deal with Quinn, either to avoid his advances without wanting to kill him, or avoid his advances without falling right into his flirtatious traps from the jump. Whoever that woman was, Deidarmia pitied her, if only because Quinn was likely to sweep the woman off her feet and if things got too serious, break her heart. Then he'd really be in for it... She was drawn from her thoughts of Quinn when she'd risen and dusted herself off, frowning at Uther's acknowledgement of her being distracted. How had he noticed that? Well... She supposed he wasn't a trainer for nothing. But it was an odd thing to consider, that thinking of Quinn was a distraction... She always thought of Quinn. Thank you sir. She said mellowly, deciding not to answer to his criticism but to accept his approval of her in the barracks. Yes, that's fine. She added, looking over her shoulder as she rubbed at her stomach to give all of the men that had waited for the spar to end a vicious sneer. She'd have to sleep with a dagger in hand she felt like, but perhaps, if Uther hadn't expelled them they'd shown him something that told him he didn't have any rapists in their midst to worry about. It was then she noticed that they were looking towards the side of the training space, and her eyes followed their concerned looks to a beautiful woman, pale and serene as a moon beam, grinning at her like she had done something both sweet and stupid. Deidarmia could tell just from looking that the woman was strong, probably military trained, and with a robe like that on, she might as well be naked. Well tie me down and call me cheesecake. She breathed out to no one, the code word cheesecake that was used to signify an incredibly desirable woman between her and Quinn going completely misunderstood as she said it, practically knocked side ways as the woman tipped away from her place in the shadows and stepped out into the light, graceful and steady like a wild cat on the prowl. Well? Came a pleasant but sharply disapproving voice, Alluna's brow arching quite similarly to Uther's as she regarded the remaining lot. To the barracks with you lot. Do be ready to start early, if I have to come down and find you're any trouble to Uther, you'll wish he'd sent you home this evening. She warned, all of them staring at her stiffly, some of them afraid, others in knowledgeable awe, and among them, the girl, practically drooling as her gaze dropped and rose and dropped again. She hissed out a breath and purple smoke began to pool from the corners of her mouth, her body shifting in shape until, curved around Uther she was no longer a beautiful, robe clad woman but an enormous alabaster cobra, fangs snapping as her voice echoed from nowhere. I said go. The trainees, some of the more faint of heart ones anyway, yelped like dogs as they scurried off, the girl following them with a big smile across her face that made Alluna both curious and amused herself. She shifted her huge, serpentine body before it collapsed into her original form, purple smoke the last vestiges of the magic she used to shape shift before she was standing before Uther again, her robe still wrapped around her with one side hanging off her shoulder to show a tempting spill of bright white skin. Good evening, Uther. Long time no see. How did the recruitment go? It didn't seem terribly out of order to me, even with a lady in your perspective ranks. Brave little thing I imagine. She suggested, her tone more soothing than what she'd used on the recruits she'd scared away. It had been a long time... she'd missed him, though it was beyond her to admit that. The fact that she was here, barely dressed, and alone with him ought to say enough she hoped, one of her hands reaching casually to smooth through her wavy, silky hair. I thought perhaps you'd be on your way by now... with some lady who could make good use of your valiant nature. What keeps you here? Surely there has been request for you. She asked, her brows furrowing in a minute show of concern for the man, her old friend, and something quite a bit more than that even, if she admitted it. She would not. Not quite yet.