Thread: Sword & Shield

He had seemed to be behaving for the time being though it seemed like she spoke too soon when he once again opened his mouth and decided to prove her wrong. It seemed like every word he said only helped to further her hatred of him and make her wish that she really were allowed to kill him. For a moment she entertained the thought of cutting off his tongue and stitching his mouth shut so shed never have to listen to that arrogant voice again. Maybe she could even claim that it had happened in the battle or that he had been injured and this was the only way to stop the infection. Sure it would take some crafty lying on her part and foolishness on the part of others but it would still be worth it. Unfortunately, Keara knew that as much as she would love to do such a thing it would just end horribly. Tamur would be in rage over such a punishment being doled out on their prince and lord knows that Tierian would still manage to get on her nerves with or without the use of his mouth. Still, that didnt mean she couldnt enjoy the thought even if it was but for a fleeting moment. Brushing her hand through her red-brown hair she let the locks fall gently down her back before letting out an audible sigh. Yes this man before her really was trying her patience and she would have given anything to be able to run him through with her sword over and over again until he lay bleeding on the ground below them. Sadly, this again was not an option. Walking closer to him she tilted her head to the side until a mere few centimeters separated her body from his. Lazily she drew up her right hand and lightly traced her fingers up his abdomen towards her chest. Moving her index and middle finger like the motions of a person walking she walked her fingers over his hard chest and up his neck until she was all but cupping his cheek in her hand. One look down would give her an eyeful of his male anatomy from her viewpoint but right now she wasnt interested in that. Besides, why give him something that he would happily harp about. Stroking his cheek gently with her fingers she had an almost airy smile on her face as her eyes looked up at him. You know, every word that comes out of your mouth only makes me want to hurt you. Badly. With that the airy smile suddenly changed to something a lot more malevolent as the hand that was just moments ago caressing his cheek formed into a fist and hit him square in the jaw. There wasnt enough force behind the punch to knock him out but there was definitely enough to have him stumbling for a bit. Watching him for a bit she seemed to contemplate something before turning her back to him and walking over to her little chest once more. If you are so worried about crests, your highness, I believe I have something of interest to you. He couldnt see her face since she had her back towards him but there was a tone in her voice suggesting nothing good was in store for him. Reaching into the chest she pulled out what seemed to bit a thin sheet of parchment though not the kind one would usually find. It was about three times the size of her palm and had a strange gold color not found often in nature. Yet the most peculiar thing was that on that parchment was her own lion crest drawn exquisitely in a very thick sort of ink. One quick look would tell you that there was something different about this paper though what that could be was anyones guess. Walking over to where Tierian was she grabbed his still bound hands and with an impressive amount of strength managed to throw him on the table so he was lying on his chest against the cold wood. His hands were bound and no doubt he was tired not to mention her having the advantage here so she shouldnt have that much trouble keeping him in that position to do what she needed. Holding the paper in front of him she made sure he got a good view of exactly what was on it before her hand grasped on to the back of his neck to prevent him from going anywhere. Since you were so eager to talk about your own symbol I thought it would only be fair to show you mine. A lion on the golden fields showing the courage of Ellencia in the face of their enemies. Even those jackals from Tamur. Something special about this paper you should probably know is that the ink is actually a very potent acid. When it comes in contact withlets say flesh, it will burn the skin down to the muscle and leave an imprint that will never leave even after the body is nothing more then a dead, hollow shell. By her tone it was obvious what she intended on doing with said paper and him in a position like this. Yes, she might not be able to kill him but that didnt mean she couldnt think of more creative ways to exact her revenge on him. Letting out a slow chuckle she leaned in so that her lips brushed up against his neck before finally making her way to his ear. Remember this moment, dear prince. Keara said as she brushed her full lips against his ear letting her tongue dart out and gently lick the outer shell. From now on your country, your family and everyone you hold dear will know that even for this brief amount time that you belonged to me. Letting out another chuckle she lifted the paper up off the table before laying it out and pressing it firmly against his slender back. From the moment the paper made contact with his skin a sizzling noise could be heard as the acid burned through his flesh leaving the skin red and torn. The foul smell of burning flesh filled the tent and yet she just pressed the paper down harder on his back making sure that each and every line was properly marked on his skin. It would hurt him like hell being eaten alive by acid and the wound would not heal for at least a week and even when it did he would be left with a permanent imprint of her crest on his back for all to see. Yes, no matter what happened in the future and who won or lost, he would always have a constant reminder that he had belonged to the Lion of Ellencia.