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there will be peace in the valley for me, some day; .x Closed
Topic Started: Jun 10 2007, 11:38 PM (534 Views)
Gawyn Nadien
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Black Widow Warlord Prince
Red Birthright
He rode the Red Wind letting it carry him as far as his strength would allow, and when his strength gave out he dropped to a lower wind until he was so tried that he couldn’t take it anymore. Dropping from the White Wind, he hit the ground panting as he tried to regain his breath. He did not know where he was nor did not care. He had made his escape and if they found him now, he would accept his fate, whatever it may be.

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He rubbed the dirt out of his eyes as he groaned himself awake. Rolling out from underneath the bush that he found himself under, he tried to sit up as his brained worked on gathering his bearing. After a few moments, he was no closing to knowing where he was than before. However, something had changed. His stomach cramped viscously reminding him that he would need to eat to regain his strength. He would be useless until he did, especially if there was an fight ahead.

Standing up, the Red Jeweled Warrior Prince turned and looked up to the sky as he tried once more to get his bearings. His Red Jewel was still drained from the ride on the winds but the rest had allowed him to regain just power for him to quickly probed the area for human live. Finding a small village not to far away, he began to move towards food and maybe a new life.

If he had any sort of knowledge about his father, he would have known that he was among his father’s people. If he had any knowledge about where he was, he might have tried to find him. Now whether he would have tried to kill his father or ask for help even the Darkness was unsure of.

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He walked for several hours until he came across the small village a few days ride from one of the main cities. It was quiet little village full of lighter jeweled Blood, and it was just the type of place he was looking for. Striding into the local tavern, the Red Jeweled Warlord Prince took one look around before ordering food and dropping into a chair.
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Feiticeira Dael
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Summer Sky - Opal
The Summer-Sky jeweled healer sat in a dark corner, hunched against the wall. She was watching the door, looking at everyone the came in. She was terrified the next person through the tavern’s door would be her husband. He sought to kill her, like as he had killed their children. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing she could wish her fears away. But life for her had never been that easy, she had never found peace or even happiness. She brushed away a tear, and took a bite of her food, missing the Red jeweled warlord prince as he entered.

She looked up as he dropped into a chair by her table. She didn’t shy away, she didn’t fear him. She logically should be, he was a red jeweled warlord prince, he was a law unto himself. But even warlord princes had honor, or so she hoped. She watched him, wondering if he saw her since he hadn’t greeted her. He seemed wore out, his Red looked somewhat dim. True she was shielded from sight as well she was dressed in dark clothes. But still...

She watched at food was delivered. He began to eat and after a few bites he still didn’t look so good. An urge to help welled inside of her. She usually ignored her healer instincts but this time she couldn’t. “Prince,” she began softly, unsure out was compelling her to speak to him. “Are you alright?”
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Gawyn Nadien
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Red Birthright
Gawyn took a few bites of the food and fought to keep the stew down. His mind told him that needed the food more than anything else, but his stomach lurched at the hearty meal. “It can never be easy,” he thought to himself as he forces another bite down his throat and waited for it to come back up. Luckily, this time the food stayed down and his stomach cried out for more.

He was so consumed by the simple but hard task of eating that he didn’t notice the small Summer Sky healer walk up to him, and when she spoke, he about jumped out of his skin. He growled softly at her before he even knew what he was doing. What was wrong with him... He had never acted like that before. This woman hadn’t done anything to him. He didn’t know her or anything about her.

Closing his eyes carefully as his head spun with the memories of the past few days. The blood on his hands, the mutilated body that was a Queen just a few moments before he unleashed his Red, the fear in the eyes of the men around him… the memories swarmed around in his head until he thought that he was going to be sick. “Fine… I’m fine.” he said gruffly to the woman… no healer that stood next to him. Despite his words, he was far from fine. He was sick in the worst possible way; he was sick in the mind and soul, teetering on the edge of the Twisted Kingdom.

His mind cried out for help just as his soul craved a gentle touch and a warm smile. And his eyes were the window to the darkness in that had snuck into them. “Thank you for your concern,” he said softly to her as he opened those crazed eyes of his, “I just needed a bit of food in my system.” He tried to give her a small smile but it didn’t last very long.
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Feiticeira Dael
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Feiticeira Dael watched the warlord prince, for some reason concerned about him. He could barely stomach his food; he shouldn’t be eating that hearty of a stew. It was plain to her that he either haven’t eat in a while or/and drained his jewels. Granted he needed fuel for his body, especially that dark of a jewel But he needed to start with something less hard on his stomach.

After he said he was fine she slowly nodded as if accepting it. She continued to watch him and only reacted when he said h needed food. “Yes you need to eat but not that. It wouldn’t do you anything my Prince. You must eat something lighter.” She looked at him, steeling her green gaze.

She touched him, without permission, she probed with her healer’s gift wondering if anything else was wrong. “You need to rest or you will break yourself,” she said softly looking at the warlord prince in front of her. He must be running like her, which would be the only reason to abuse his body like this.
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Gawyn Nadien
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He tensed and growled at her again as she reached out and touched him. It was an instinctive growl of one that had been used as a pleasure slave for many generations. “Right now this is the only food that is the option, lady,” he said with the growl still rolling through out his voice. “And I don’t have time to find anything else.” He knew that he was taking out his anger and humiliation on this woman and knew that it was just plain wrong, but that didn’t stop him from doing it.

But something about her words rang deep inside him, and it made him take a deep and ragged breath. “I know,” he said softly. Desperation sounded through out his voice and body, “but I don’t have any other choice.” He would have to move on soon, maybe a night’s sleep here but no longer than that. It would be bad for the next few years; something in his gut told him that. He could never truly be free, but at least for the next few years he would have to lay lower than normal.

He took another bite of his stew and closed his eyes as he forced it down his swollen throat. Lucky, it said down like the last bite but it made his head spin rapidly and the room soon followed. He groped around the table for his water until his hand finally touched the mug, but he couldn’t bring the edge of the mug up to his lips. “The damn thing won’t stay still,” he said softly to himself more than the healer next to him.
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Feiticeira Dael
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Feiticeira Dael didn’t pay much attention to his growling or his words. He was in pain, which was why he was acting so snarly. She knew bad people; she had married one after all. This boyo just needed a tender helping hand. “You could have asked for the cook to give you some watered down stew, if would have been much easier on your stomach and body.” She watched him, her golden brown eyes studying his face.

She knew the desperation in his voice, she sighed softly, taking a seat next to him. “Why don’t you have a choice?” she asked him softly, using a healer’s voice. He watched him take the last bite. He didn’t look good at all now, damn fool. He tried to find the mug of water, he was acting like a drunk man. She sighed, “you need some rest Prince,” she said picking up the mug. She watched him for a moment and decided it would better if he held the mug. He didn’t appear to be someone who liked people helping.

She picked up his hand and helped him grip the mug. She carefully assisted him as he brought the mug to his lips. “Easy now,” she murmured. After a few sips, he looked better but rest was what he needed. “Do you have a room? Or should I get you one?”
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Gawyn Nadien
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He couldn’t fight anymore… with her or with himself. He needed help or he wouldn’t survive his new found freedom. He looked at the woman and closed his eyes. He reached out to grab her hand and pull her closer to him. His breath became ragged as he shook his head at her. “No, don’t have a room… just got here.” His words were spotted and came out between his ragged breaths. He opened his eyes and tried to find hers. “Will you stay?” he asked his voice pleading.

When she walked away, he placed his hand on the table and tried to regain some balance. He hated the way he felt. So weak and so helpless, he felt like he was back in Challiot, trapped with the woman that got so much pleasure in his pain and suffering. But he refused to go back. He would die before he went back. Closing his eyes once again, he waited for the woman… no healer to return. He didn’t want to rely on her or any woman, but right now he didn’t have a choice. All he could do is pray to the Darkness that he wouldn’t regret this later.
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Feiticeira Dael
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Feiticeira felt him give up in a sense. She cocked her head, a look of pity forming on her face. It was gone though as quickly as it had formed. She asked the inn keeper for a room with a side chamber. She would be near him but would not invade his space once she got him settled. He needed to rest, not worry if she would try something. A small voice within her told her that he had been a slave like her, a runaway like her.

She came back to his side and took at sit; she touched his cheek offering comfort to the bruised soul. “I will stay,” she said softly, “I will stay until you tell me to leave.” She brushed his hair off his temple, “come with me Prince, let’s get you in bed so you can rest.”

Cee helped the prince to his feet, he seemed a little better, and maybe the water had helped. She helped him up the stairs and into a decent room. It had a bed, fireplace and two side rooms. One was the bathroom the other was her room. She helped him to the bed and stepped back. “Were you a slave?”
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Gawyn Nadien
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Gawyn watched her leave his side and for a second his heart quivered with fear. Would she call on someone to help her? Would she tell someone to find his owner? Who she report him to someone that might care? Dark and powerful things ran through his mind until he had to close his eyes again and shout at the voices inside his head just stop. They were always there though, always whispering their sweet poison. He was always struggling against the devils in his soul.

A warm and kind hand was laid upon his face and for a moment he felt like he was back home with his mother. Oh, his mother, such a lovely person. He shed a single tear for the mother that he was slowly losing the memory of. It was such a painful way to lose someone. Bit by bit, you forget what and why they meant so much to you. But that was just another devil working its way into his heart.

Opening his eyes, he looked upon the face that held his head in such a tender faction. Maybe it was the way that she brushed the hair out of his face, or the kind looking that she gave him, or they way that she remind him of his mother. Whatever the reason was, he knew then that she wouldn’t hurt him, and that she meant what she said when she promised not to leave. Nodding softly, he sighed with pent up relief.

He did his best to help get himself up on his feet but he knew that this young healer was taking the brunt of his weight. Fatigue had hit him hard, and it took all his will to not just give into it. No, he was a fighter… a lesser man would have broke a long time ago. But he would keep on fighting, until there was nothing left of him. So he stood up just a little straighter and made it to the room that she had purchased for them without falling over.

The bed felt wonderful and to excruciating all at the same time. The last bed he had been in was not coved in the blood of a Queen. That is what he was… a Queen killer… Those words were like a brand on his heart. It burned his heart with its mark. He closed his eyes as he fought the memories that flashed before his eyes forcing him to relive all that had happen that dad.

Were you a slave?

Those words brought him out of his weary battle with the past. He opened his eyes and looked upon the face of an angel. “Aren’t we all?” he simply noted before he closed his eyes and drifted off to the sleep that so willing took him.
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Feiticeira Dael
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Feiticeira Dael vanished his boots so the maids wouldn’t be too unhappy with the warlord prince. She tucked the blankets around the warlord prince’s body without seeming to personal. She had a gut feeling he had been a pleasure slave, a slave whore like herself. If her hunch was right he was freshly escaped, which meant he hadn’t mentally healed from his time as a slave. She did however touch his cheek as he replied to her question. She didn’t bother replying as he sunk into sleep.

She stood back and shielded the room to keep unwanted people out. She slipped into the side room was quietly as she could and slid into her own bed. She drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

About four hours later she suddenly woke. Something wasn’t right but she wasn’t sure what. She silently stood and pulled her clothes out and slipped into the warlord prince’s room. She stepped towards him and placed her hand lightly on his temples. She closed her eyes, reading his body so to speak. She realized it wasn’t him that had alerted her instincts. He was fine despite a stomach ache and his still weary body.

She quietly walked out of the room and down the stairs to the base level of the Inn. She remained on the stairs looking around. It took a moment to recognize the man sitting in the far corner. Memories of the beatings and her dead children rushed into the front of her mind. She shuddered and hoped he hadn’t seen her yet. She took a deep breath and backed up the stairs and hurried into the room with Gawyn. She shut the door, her body still shuddering. She looked back at the warlord prince. He was dark enough to protect her, would he? She didn’t knw, didn’t want him to think she was using him. But too late for that.

She quietly curled up on the bed next to him. Fear and pain rolling off of her in waves. She wouldn’t wake him unless her ex found her. She took a deep breath again, trying to clam her racing heart.
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Gawyn Nadien
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He tossed and turned as the nightmares of his mind raged through his body. Dreams laced with fear… Nightmares laced with reality… His mind so fragile with the deeds that he had done that it almost broke under the pressure of self inflicted guilt. He was drowning in it, and if he didn’t wake soon, he would be forever broken by the weight of the sea.

His eyes snapped open as he took a gasping deep breath. He was a wake now and the nightmares had receded. However, the fear… the fear was still there. It hung in the air like a pungent perfume, filling the air with its sink. But where was it coming from? He slowly sat up as he did a quick internal check of his vitals. He was all there. Whatever the girl had done had helped. In fact, his red even had a slight warm glow to it.

As he mind pulled away from the sleep fog that it had found itself in, he noticed the young lady curled up next to him. For a second, he was furious as the anger of a Warlord Prince began to rise in him… But there was something else. The fear that rolled off of her made him stop and think. “What is it?” he purred coldly; the protective instinct rising to the forefront. He wasn’t the source of the fear, and while that comforted him a small bit. It made all the other things that made a Warlord Prince dangerous coming rising to meet and destroy whatever was scaring her.
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Feiticeira Dael
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Feiticeira knew he wasn’t having the best night sleep. He’d be pissed when he woke up and found her next to him. But he was the only one who could save her? A thought struck her…when had she become with weak willing healer? She didn’t know but now was not the time to be thinking about it. She shifted a few inches away from him, watching him as he awoke.

She watched as he checked him over and then he looked at her. She felt his temper rise, she flinched away from him, not because she was afraid, she just didn’t want to die, not today. She turned her brown eyes up to his as he asked what was making her so afraid. She chewed on her lip for a moment but answering. “There is a man downstairs that swore he would kill me.” Her head dropped and she wrapped her slender arms around her body.

She closed her eyes, before telling him why. “He was my husband; we were slaves together in Shalador. We married after we escaped.” She shuddered, opening her eyes looking up at him. “He was nice enough for a little while but then he st…started to hit me. It caused two miscarriages before I decided to get out. He swore he would kill me, he has been hunting me for the last two years.” She added lamely.
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Gawyn Nadien
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He didn’t say anything for a long while as his mind processed the thoughts that raged through his very fragile mind. He was so close to the killing edge… just one small step and he would go completely cold, but there was the fear there too. He was scared of what he might do if he embraced that part of his nature once more. He looked down at his hands, and for a moment, he saw his hand covered in the blood of the Queen he had killed.

But still, he couldn’t just let this woman that had helped him out of the goodness of her heart deal with the man that was causing her body to shake with fear. His bloods boiled as he listened to her talk the man that she was afraid of. To hit a woman… hadn’t his mother taught him any better than that. His own mother had been dead for over 400 years now, and he still remembered the lessons that she had given him. So something had to be done about this man…

He stood up and straightened his shoulders. He would take care of it. Or at least, make the male think twice about coming after her again. “Well then, we should let him no that you are here.” He voice purred with deadly intent. “Or more that you are here with me.” He knew that he wasn’t up for a full blown fight, but maybe he could scared the man enough to make him go away.
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Feiticeira Dael
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Feiticeira bit her lips and closes her brown eyes. The trembles were nearly gone but if she thought about her ex too much she would start shaking again. She drew up to a sitting position, her arms wrapped around her slender legs. She watched the dark jeweled male; he wasn’t strong enough to do much. He could fight but his jewel was still recovering. He could break himself and that wasn’t something she wanted.

She watched as he stood, mentally preparing himself for the fight. A moment of fear passed through her body but not her but him. She moved to the edge of the bed, closest to him. “Prince,” she whispered as she reached out a hand. After a moment of checking his body, she stood and walked away to face him. “You don’t have to do this, I don’t know even if he saw me.”

She licked her lips, “you are not strong enough. He could break you, kill you.” She down her head, looking down at the ground, “we could escape, get out before he comes up. We could find somewhere else. My Summer-Sky is still strong, so we could ride the Winds.” She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his, “please prince don’t.”
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Gawyn Nadien
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Emotions churned up inside him, each one raging war with the very nature that is a Warlord Prince. His mother’s training screamed at him to yield to the woman that stood before him while the very nature of being a Warlord Prince yelled at him not to back down from a fight. He was a Red Jeweled Warlord Prince… damn it, he shouldn’t be running from a weak jeweled and weak willed Warlord. He snarled with anger and frustration. It was his job to protect the women in his life, and while they had just met, she was now his and would fall under his protection. But how could he fight when he felt so weak.

He snarled again and hit the wall with enough force to leave a dent in the wood. If he hadn’t drained his jewel, if he hadn’t fought so hard, he could protect. But in realty he knew that he would have just gotten caught again and wouldn’t be here to protect. Damn the rocks and the hard places. He closed his eyes and fought to accept her words. Slowly it happened, and when he opened his eyes once more, he was calmer than before. “Very well, my lady,” he slowly spoke as he rested his eyes on hers. “But only this once,” it was a treated and a warning. If he ever saw this man again, it would end for one of them right then and there.

Holding out his arm to the Summer Sky jeweled Healer, he put on his best court face. “Shall we be off then, my lady.”
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