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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:29:39 GMT
« Thread started on: Feb 11th, 2007, 2:25pm »
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Feb. 8, 2007
"NOOOoooo ..." Beth fought trying to be free of his grip and cried out as her mind felt about to explode. She couldn't find her center and shift and felt as if she was beginning to drown in blackness. She flailed her arms trying to find something to hold onto and reach Vlad, but also to fight off the grip of Med's hands. "I can't... aahhhh..." She gasped for breaths..."I have to be with him... he's in pain." Suddenly it got too much and she gripped her head crying out unable to fight him anymore.
As Med drug her out, he moved down the steps, the door slamming behind them and clicking locked. “He is very dangerous right now, he will lash out if you aren't careful... and the Chaos Knights that came before wouldn't understand the same, one died because of it." Lifting her like a doll he set her upon her feet. “Let’s get you something to drink,"
As the door closed behind Beth, she felt the sharp pain in her head begin to subside. She tried to nod about the drink but only moaned as her vision spun. Managing to catch her voice she whispered. "What was that? I felt him... like he was dieing." She managed to look up but her already normal porcelain skin seemed even more white and pale.
Medivh reached out and gently touched her back, "First a drink, and something to eat. Then we'll talk about such things." He gave a slight push towards a log off from the crowd, his steps were firm and his strength unwavering and much like Vlad's very much unexpected.
Beth nodded then closed her eyes and grabbed the wagon for balance. Opening them again she said with a little more steady voice, "A drink sounds good... I don't know if I can eat..." She went without prodding and near collapsed on the log. With her elbows on her knees and head in her hands she sat there remembering focus lessons Aramis had given her and managed to get balanced enough inside she could hold her hand up, shift it to mist, then shift it back to solid. Sighing she looked around.
The people were dancing, playing violins and lutes, flutes and pan pipes. They were jovial people really, their songs filled with a mixture of sadness and celebration. The people themselves were gypsies, colorfully dressed; the women in dresses made of scarves, the men in simple but still colorful vests and pantaloons. Medivh was almost out of place among them, his attire all in a royal blue. He towered over the people and they parted their circle of celebration for him, it was obvious he held a position with these people. Grabbing a wooden cup and taking up a wooden bowl he dished stew and poured tea. Speaking to a few of the people Medivh would smile slightly, though his face showed a slight remorse to it. Nodding once he stepped through the crowd and made his way back to her.
Beth rose and shook her head. "I am keeping you and have intruded. I am sorry. I can sit by Vlad's wagon and wait." She bit her lip feeling as if his remorse was due to not being with the gypsies. Her empathy was blank from the sudden onslaught from Vlad, so her judgment was off.
Med chuckled softly and shook his head, his steps taking him in between the wagon and herself. “Come to yourself before going near there again. You are not intruding, you are most welcome." Holding out the cup and bowl he smiled softly. “Father’s proximity to me and his pain are affecting me slightly.” Looking her over slowly he spoke, “You will be coming to yourself soon, and Vlad is not himself and tends to affect those that come near him."
Beth noticed him blocking the wagon and bit her lip taking the bowl and cup. "Thank you." She took a sip of the tea and relaxed a bit more. "I felt a bit of what you mean. I want to help. I am an empath and a healer. I can help make this easier for him, Lord Medivh." She set the cup down and took a couple good sthingyfuls of soup. "This is good. My compliments to the cooks."
Medivh smiled and nodded, “You can tell each and every one of them, the tribe pitches in what they have traded or harvested." Smiling he turned towards the wagon and said softly, “As for helping, being an empath won't help your sanity, it would prove to draw more of the darkness he holds into you. You do know his story and history yes?" Moving towards the steps of the wagon he looked to her, “I will bring you to him when you are back to yourself." Moving into the wagon he shut the door. Crouching down next to Vlad he whispered softly, “Father, you must not attack those that try to help.”
Beth bit her lip. She knew very little of Vlad's past but she knew enough that she felt she owed him. Leaving the dishes on the foot of a wagon closer to the fires where the others danced, she tossed her cloak closer to them still. Then she snuck back to the side of the wagon where Vlad was laying to wait and listen. Med would not see her immediately upon coming out and may think she had joined the others.
Vlad spoke in an odd language, not a language known even in Chaos, his hand reached up to grasp Medivh and Medivh quickly retreated back. “No father, you'll be better soon.” Walking towards the door Med spoke softly, “A Chaos knight is here; their visits have come more often. I believe they mean to help, but with you in this condition it could prove hazardous, perhaps you should consider letting me block the wagon like we discussed prior to this. " There was a long pause of silence within, then a reluctant sigh, "All right" The door would creak open, out stepping Medivh much as before, and the click of it shutting and locking behind him as he descended the steps. Looking to the log he saw her dishes and such there, then looking to the crowd he noted no foreigner among them. Furrowing his brows slightly the shadows about the camp would shimmer and shake, as he sought Beth within the surrounding areas.
As Med stepped out and shut the door, Beth would shimmer to mist and rematerialize in the wagon. Standing at Vlad's feet, she walked over to once more kneel beside him as she had before. "I don't care about my sanity if I can help you. You are far more important to far more people." She whispered and caressed his hand opening her mind and thinking if she took in the darkness, he would be well again. She didn't draw on it, but allowed herself to be open in case it came. « Last Edit: Feb 14th, 2007, 10:51pm by Llewellynn »
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:30:27 GMT
« Reply #1 on: Feb 11th, 2007, 2:25pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At first the pressure was only there, the darkness was over whelming, the pressure beyond words. Vlad began to sit up, his brows drawn down, a deep growl rumbling the structure, his eyes glimmering silver as his lips rose up. Those pale lips drew back to reveal fangs, his boney hands drawing up like talons as he growled the words unrecognizable.
Beth shook but sat beside him whispering to him as she tried to caress the darkness with her mind. "I am here Dragon... do not be afraid." She clenched her thighs to keep from shifting or fleeing and stared into the eyes of the man she admired and hoped it would be enough. "It's Beth, Vlad... Little Beth from the Knights..." She kept her eyes on his, though now more from fright like a deer in a hunter's sights.
Vlad's form fell back, the shadows becoming like claws wrapping about her. The door slammed open, though it could be unnoticed given circumstances, no light would pierce the darkness within the wagon. Medivh lunged and ripped through the darkness, gripping her and tossing her from the shadows as he screamed, “Get out now! He will kill you if you don't!" The claws gripped for Medivh now, the shadows erupting into lightning now as Medivh's own eyes glowed a deep blue color, “FATHER, BACK OFF... GET OUT OF HERE AND SHUT THE DOOR." The form of Medivh was slammed against the wall; lightning was striking in the wagon.
"I CAN'T LEAVE YOU!" Beth stepped back towards the darkness reaching to help Med. She growled low "Together in here or together out there....uhhhhhhhh you choose" She clawed and cried out trying to get thru Vlad's mind. "NOOOO VVLLADD PPLEEASEEE"
Scales erupted from Medivh’s skin, his eyes searing with the blue light as he lunged from the shadowy claws and literally shoved her from the wagon, his own form diving from the darkness and rolling upon the ground, the door slamming shut behind him. “Please... he is very... unstable.” Breathing hard, the scales slipped back into his skin as he took a few slow breaths.
Beth hit the ground with her backside and her head snapped back smacking the hard packed dirt. Her cry as she flew back and landed distracted her and she wasn't able to shift. Lying on the ground a moment she rolled her head slowly to see if Med was all right. Beth took a slow deep breath and sat up.
Rolling to his knees, Med looked to her, his words were in the calm soft tone as always, “Are you all right?" Turning to look at the tribe around the fire, many were rushing their way. Looking to her he smiled, “They’ll get you something to drink, and mend any wounds you may have."
Shaking her head, Beth sat up and brushed off her hands. "I am fine." Waving off a couple men offering to help her up she shook her head. "I am fine... I don't need any help. Thank you." She politely waved them all off and sat on the steps of Vlad's wagon leaning her head back against the door. Looking up at Med she frowned. "What is the WORST that will happen to me if the darkness claims me instead of him?" She didn't even wait for the others to leave and looked only at Med not noticing the gypsies’ reactions.
Medivh brushed off his hands, the sands coming off, then he brushed his hair back, his fingers running through his hair. “The easiest, shortest way of putting this is, you'd die, and he'd not even remember doing it." Slowly standing up, he looked to her and brushed off his knees. “Perhaps we should go through a few things, in private."
"But he would live?" Beth looked at him unmoving. “ANSWER ME!" she barked. "He would live right?"
Medivh nodded slowly, “Yes, he'd live... and will live regardless. His suffering is part of something that happened when he was much younger. It just takes time." Walking over towards her he held out a hand in offering to escort her, his palm up in show of nothing hidden.
Beth reluctantly rose with her hand in his, and then reached back with the other hand to grab the cup of tea that had been set beside her. Looking back at him she spoke softly. "Then let's talk..."
As Med nodded, his free hand moving to the tea, his eyes looking to her's, " I think you could use something a bit stronger then this. " Turning with cup in hand he led her toward a wagon set off from the rest. Moving towards the steps he released her hand and opened the door, no lock or anything, stepping to the side on the steps he allowed her first entry into the wagon. The lanterns inside glowed softly, a crystal set of wine glasses was upon a shelf that locked the stems in. Wines, brandy, vodka, all kinds of decanters were upon the shelves.
Beth rose and moved to a seat inside. "I admit something stronger would be nice. But it doesn't change anything. If my taking the darkness releases him, it's worth it." She looked down at her small lithe hands as if feeling helpless. "Too many depend on him and fear he is gone for good. Too much longer and wars may break out." She looked up and tried to appeal to the family side of him. "And no doubt, his Lady wishes him back as well." The title came off a little harsh though she was unaware of how that small slip, to trained ears, would give much away.
Med walked in, ducking to enter the doorway, moving slowly he took up two crystal glasses, walking over he selected the decanter of vodka and one of wine. Setting them on the table he then sliced some cheese, placing it on a simple platter and placing it as well upon the table. Turning to look at her as she spoke he nodded slowly in understanding, having heard the insinuation. “Your will to sacrifice is noble, and admirable. However this event doesn't call for such a sacrifice, only patience and time. The darkness that consumes him is he himself. What this event is, he was bitten by a Vampyre, centuries ago, a way to cure him of a poison. He found a cure for that bite as well, though it does have a price. What you see in there is darkness that is hungry, that is thirsty, and that wants the essence of life. He's is fine, and it will pass, but if we satisfy that thirst, we have lost. Understand?" « Last Edit: Feb 14th, 2007, 10:53pm by Llewellynn »
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:31:12 GMT
« Reply #2 on: Feb 11th, 2007, 2:25pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beth listened and nodded to him to pour the goblets. Biting into a small piece of cheese she considered options out loud. "It needs sustenance, the essence of life. Preferably a victim that is scared, struggles, gives deeper vitae because of it." She looked up glad she remembered that from her classes. "That's it isn't it? He fights the urge to pillage and feed from those who fear him right?" Her emerald eyes shone in the candle light almost as if like autumn witch light or aurora borealis. There was also a deep desire to understand as well.
Med nodded his head slowly, reaching out to take up the decanter for wine, pouring each glass half full, re-corking it; he pulled the stop on the vodka as well, pouring a pinch into each. Reaching to a dish on the table as he talked he dropped two rose pedals in each glass, his eyes somewhat staring off into space as he spoke, though from time to time they'd venture to her eyes, " Now he fights that urge yes, the entire span between these attacks varies. You see, even before this he inspired fear, sought destruction and chaos. He was born of the nightmare of the creator, thee first dragon, born of evil and fear. The Vampyre just gives these cravings a sensation, a urgency, and a drive, that is what he fights against now." Smiling he took up his glass, swirling it slightly as he stared into her eyes.
Beth looked at him and then realized she was staring into eyes that reminded her of his father, yet not so full of the same pain and age. "So... what he needs is to sate the vampyre within him? But he can't cause to do so would mean killing innocents. And that would cause MORE pain on him when he awoke." She reached into the wine to stir the petal and then lick her finger. Looking back up she had calmed and the deep emerald ring around her eyes had shifted to a lighter silver.
Med nodded and smiled slightly, sipping his own wine before placing the glass gently down. For the first real time it was evident he, too, wore gloves; though for him it was a symbolic gesture, being more like his father. Pondering a moment he looked to her eyes, his words were calm still, “It’s more. He must weaken the demon, the one that lurks within. The one called Vampyre. It feeds off the fear of others, senses it, draws upon it. This is his battle and no one may enter the battlefield to help, doing so simply gives that demon a chance to grow stronger and win the battle."
Beth stood and paced a bit then sat down again, her goblet in her hand rolling back and forth sideways on the table as she stared into the swirling crimson liquid with its floating garnish. "To be placated, it would need to feed. Feed long and deep from many people who fear it. Till it was sated JUST enough that Vlad could shield it up once more. That point when it is almost heady with greed and lets its barriers down thinking itself safe." She looked up with an almost wicked grin on her face. "Am I right?"
Med thought long and hard about what she said, his own eyes remaining on her's even as he drank of his wine. Shaking his head slowly he spoke, his wine still in his fingers as the words escaped his lips in but a whispered tone, " I don't believe so. Let us take the example of a hungry dog, you notice it and feed it so it will leave your porch, but instead of leaving it has found shelter and food so it decides to stay. You take the dog far away, and return. The next time that dog is hungry it returns long before it had last time, feeling only the slightest of gnawing, but it knows it got food here once, it will do it again." licking his lips slightly he pondered more, his eyes looking to a rose pedal in her glass now, watching it travel the current of her drink.
"But if you feed the ravenous dog... and sate it. When it returns next time, it needs less. After that, a mere tidbit every day keeps it from growling, and even turns it loyal." Beth looked at him watching her goblet and grinned shifting the goblet to make the petal swirl more.
Med shook his head, and whispered, " I don't know how to explain Vampyrism. To be honest I don't totally understand it myself." Taking a sip of his wine, he watched the petal still, his eyes moving with it.
Beth whispered as she slid a hand across the table and spoke calmly. "Let me feed him. Let me sate the beast so The Dragon can regain control." She squeezed it slightly. "HE will know how to tame it for good." Knowing he would object, that Vlad would mourn her death she continued. "I am of Chaos. I can make it see and feel the fear and taste the blood of dozens, and I cannot die." She spoke the last almost with a sigh of regret. She wanted to help Vlad, and mostly, something deep in the pit of her stomach clenched, she wanted to help Med. « Last Edit: Feb 14th, 2007, 10:58pm by Llewellynn »
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:32:04 GMT
« Reply #3 on: Feb 11th, 2007, 2:35pm »
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Medivh continued to watch the rose petal float around. Taking a slow sip of his wine, he savored flavor of his wine before swallowing it. Softly he spoke, “Death isn't impossible for a Chaos Knight. Also remember, father is the one that worked on how to bond the spirit to the bone. I've seen him through this before and know he will live through this, without a feeding."
Beth slid her hand back and nodded letting go of her goblet. "If you say so... I give you my word I will not interfere again." She rose and went to the small window that looked upon Vlad's wagon across the dirt. She wanted to reach for him, assure him she was there, he was with friends, but her head still ached. Absently she reached up and rubbed her temples closing her eyes to try and ease the small migraine she felt where her empathy should be. Whispering not realizing he would hear. "I just wanted to help...."
Smiling, Med stood, taking up her glass and his own. Walking in silence behind her he held out the wine before her whispering, “You are welcome to help, even welcome to see him. You just can't go near him; even I can't go near him to much. He would smear me if he could get hold of me, it's just I expect it because I've been through this before. I can show you what to expect as well"
Beth took the goblet and her fingers brushed his. Blushing she looked out the window and took a sip. "I want to help. I want to know. I felt his pain for a reason. I have to believe I am meant to be here somehow." She sipped the wine and then looked back at him. "Forgive me, I sit here and think only of him. And you are the one who risked for us both. Are you truly all right?" For the first time since being shoved from the wagon she looked at his face and neck seeking marks or some tell tale sign he was hurt. She should have asked earlier, but was too wrapped up in herself.
Med looked slightly pale, though the bronze of his sun tanned skin didn't give away much unless they knew his complexion. Looking down to her eyes he smiled slightly, only minor nicks and scraps showed on him, the main thing was the faint outline of a burn near his collar bone. Leaning against the frame of the window he looked out to the sands, whispering softly, "It's more then all right. I'm fine; you get use to things when dealing with him in this way." he chuckled softly, looking her over slowly,” and yourself?"
Beth smiled nodding. "I am fine. But that cut on your temple is fresh. And the burn on your collar I heal as well." Her hand began to reach for his temple almost automatically.
Taking a sip of his wine, Med hadn't noticed the cut or the burn. Swallowing as he watched her reach for him, his eyes locked with her's. Licking his lips he took a deep breath. “Burn?" reaching up he touched the collar of his neck, his brows furrowing until he remembered the lightening. Looking her over he looked her over curious if she didn't realize any wounds.
There was a cut on Beth's upper right arm where one of Vlad's claws had caught and ripped her shirt and made a long thin scratch line down her arm. It was dotted with tiny blood drops but she had no other marks. "It's all right." She paused just above his temple. "May I...." She set her goblet on the window sill and waited before touching him.
Med nodded slowly, his hands going to her wrist. Looking down to the cut he furrowed his brows slightly. “Perhaps some salve or something, though it's your choice."
Beth gasped slightly not prepared for the soft leather the caressed her wrist in almost a gentle vice like grip. Were she mortal he could easily snap her arm. But something told her he wouldn't. It was like a lion with an egg... it simply didn't realize its own strength. She smiled and laid her other hand on his with reassurance and nodded. "Let me heal you, and then you may see to it. All right?" She smiled softly hoping he would understand and removed her hand from his to see what he would do.
Slowly Med let go of her wrist, his eyes looking to her's as he nodded. Looking to her eyes he found a certain trust there. Smiling slightly closed his eyes, just feeling he should. Taking a deep breath he awaited what was to happen.
Beth smiled as he closed his eyes. It wasn't necessary but many did. Her hand began to warm just near his temple and the feeling of warmth would spread easing any pain in his head as well as sealing the nicked vein and skin where the attack had been. She whispered softly, "You don't have to close your eyes." as her hand moved to his shoulder. This time the heat became cool and the caress of her hand on the bare skin would ease the burnt muscles there at his collar as well as the bone burned slightly as well. Her other hand would pull the shirt slightly aside to heal the entire mark as she watched his face. While healing, if he looked, her emerald eyes would glow with silver flames.
Med swallowed hard as he felt the heat come over his flesh, the mending of skin and tissue felt strange to him, to feel all it occur so quickly. Opening his eyes, he watched her, curious as to what she was doing, what she was thinking and the magics she was weaving. He'd met many Chaos Knights and none really healed flesh, none took time to care or show compassion. Smiling a little he leaned into the touch, it'd been almost a century since he had been touched anywhere but a handshake or forearm embrace. Then came the cold, the flames of her eyes were intense but he would not look away, the chill dug to the bone, the burning was not superficial but rather muscle deep. Swallowing again he felt the chill sweep through the burnt area, the touch hadn't pained him, and now it felt more soothing anything he'd felt in a long time. Though as the mark was completed he felt rather disappointed that the touch would leave him, as if he had any control over whether or not it remained.
As the final part of Med's flesh mended, Beth sighed and leaned back on the wall as her body shimmered a moment then the flames in her eyes calmed and once more were cool emerald rimmed in quiet silver. She smiled and looked at him. "Anything else? I know you wrestled pretty hard with him." She smiled as a strand of her hair fell from the knot she had put it in hours before. The tossing, the falls and the chase had torn most of it free and as the cool wind eased thru the space between window and sash, that strand found its way to her cheek unnoticed. She looked at him as if seeking marks she didn't see the first time. She owed him, if what he had said was true, and to think of him being hurt, hurt her more.
Med smiled and gently reached out, listening to her as he brushed the strands of hair back and behind her ear. “I don't know. The only thing I know of is your cut." Moving over towards a shelf he grabbed a small canister like jar, shallow and the lid was wood. Looking to her cut he tilted his head, seeing the blood droplets. “Let’s take care of that cut first" « Last Edit: Feb 14th, 2007, 11:03pm by Llewellynn »
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:32:49 GMT
« Reply #4 on: Feb 11th, 2007, 2:35pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beth reached around with her other hand to twist her upper arm to try and see it. Her hand pulled on the tender flesh causing the dried blood seal to break and fresh blood to bead on her unusually pale skin. She knew she could heal it with her shifting so shook her head and smiled. Letting go she looked at him and grinned. "The advantage of being a Chaos Knight," she said, "is that by shifting to the mists and then back, my body is healed." She stood up and started to shimmer, but halfway thru the change, the same wall that seemed to block her empathy, also stopped the shift. She suddenly materialized and cried out falling to her hands and knees. "Aaahhh..." The surprise in her face and swiftness with which she fell made it almost seem as if she had passed out as she disappeared out of his view on the other side of the table.
Looking to her form as she spoke, Med's eyes widened. Swallowing as she disappeared and reappeared passing out, he furrowed his brows. Walking slowly around the table he looked down to her, holding the salve. Crouching down he looked her over, noting her state of consciousness. Slipping his arms beneath her form, he carefully lifted her, picking her up gently. Standing once more he held her in a cradle like manner, turning around he moved towards the bedroom of the wagon, twisting through the bead curtain as he carried her, careful not to harm her head. Laying her down upon the large bed he smiled softly and took up her arm. Returning to the main room he took up the salve, returning to her he looked over the cut. Dipping his fingers into the salve he gently rubbed the salve over her cut.
Looking her over slightly Med found no other cuts, placing the lid back on he sat down onto the bed and watched her, brushing her hair away from her face before folding his hands in his lap and awaiting her return to consciousness.
Something in the back of Beth's mind felt the cool of the salve on the heat of the cut. Something dark reached for her with a cry for help and then lunged for Medivh who was beside her. The vision was of Vlad and her and Med in the wagon and she saw the lightning as Med stepped between them. Suddenly she sat up crying out. "VLAD! NO!" She tried to scramble for him not realizing Med blocked her way and Vlad wasn't right beside her.
Med looked to her, and furrowed her brows. Swallowing he spoke softly, “Relax yourself, we are not near father at this time." Looking her over he was curious about her dream, reaching out to touch her reassuringly, touching her arm as he whispered, "You are safe, trust me."
Beth paused hearing his voice and shuddered letting her body lean on his arm. Whispering she shook her head. "He was bringing the lightning down on me. You pushed me aside. You knew it was coming." She looked up and smiled slightly. "You knew the lightning would hurt me, even though I am a Knight. Why? It could have killed you too."
Med smiled and looked to her, his eyes were soft as he locked with her eyes. “I knew you were in danger, life is too precious to be lost." Smiling he looked her over slowly, it wasn't lustful, it really never was, it was concern for her well being. Sighing softly he spoke as he returned to her eyes, "Can I get you a drink of water or anything?"
Shaking her head, Beth just sighed and squeezed his hand a bit more. "No, thank you. Just... just sit here a bit with me please. I just," she hated admitting weakness but right now between the wine and the blank feeling in her keeping from feeling or shifting, she wasn't feeling very brave, but more scared then she had awakening as a Knight, "... please just stay with me a bit." Then she added, not wanting to seem possessive, "if you can please..." « Last Edit: Feb 14th, 2007, 11:13pm by Llewellynn »
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:34:00 GMT
« Reply #5 on: Feb 11th, 2007, 2:47pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Med smiled softly and nodded, “Of course I can. The nice thing about being of this tribe is it's communal, relaxed." Adjusted onto the bed and sat, leaning against the headboard, looking to her he spoke softly, “Make yourself at home."
Beth slid down a bit and rested her head against the side of his leg, it was a bit cramped and her neck at an odd angle, but she didn't want to be rude. She wasn't alone right now, and that was enough for her. She calmed down a bit and then unfastened her sword and moved to place it on the floor. In doing so, her upper body lay over his upper thighs. Her soft breasts pressed down as she reached to carefully not thunk it on the ground. The length of her back and down her leg was in perfect view for him.
Medivh looked to her form, his eyes glancing over her back and form. He found her quite beautiful; the feel of her body to his was quite nice too no matter how brief. Reaching forward he touched upon her back, caressing her back gently to relax her. He remembered when he was tense how it helped him. “Relax how you like, I promise you are safe here." Leaning back he laid his head back, setting his salve on the table beside him.
Beth stiffened at first as his hand caressed her back, but his soft words seemed to hit something inside and as she relaxed back on the bed, she allowed her head to remain in his lap and she let his hand stay on her back. Without thinking she murmured, "It's been a long time since anyone rubbed my back. I had forgotten how it felt." She closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax to his touch as her chest and head rested in his lap. One arm curled around his lower back near the headboard and the other draped lightly over his lower legs.
Smiling warmly, Med caressed her back, his fingers curling a little to caress her along her spine. “It’s been well over a century since I touched someone like this." Smiling a little he continued to caress her back. “Here, I'd like for you to be able to relax." reaching over to the salve he opened the glass and dipped his fingers in it. Reaching for her neck he gently touched and caressed the soothing salve into her shoulders, the salve cooling and soothing her muscles.
Med's fingers on her neck felt divine. Beth couldn't remember a time anyone had touched her this way, except the Knights who saw to her after her first fights. She closed her eyes and arched her neck baring it for him and out of habit; her hand swung up to sweep her hair out of the way. She moaned unconsciously at the pleasure and smiled murmuring. "Thank you, Lord Med... I don't remember the last time I felt safe and relaxed, I owe you more than I can ever repay." She closed her eyes and let his hands move, her body warming in places he wasn't touching... and all she knew is she didn't want it to stop.
Med continued to massage her, reaching to the table he took up the salve and undid the top and stopped massaging her but a moment. Dipping his fingers into the salve he reached over to her shoulders beneath her shirt and her neck, gently caressing the salve into her muscles. The salve was both cooling and relaxing, his fingers working it softly into the muscles.
Beth moaned and smiled murmuring. "Are you sure you aren't a healer?" As he reached a bit further towards her back she reached with one hand to unlace the front of her tunic and press it off her shoulders baring the top of her back nearly to her shoulder blades. Scars from whips and edged weapons laced her back showing abuse prior to her CK resurrection. She had forgotten about them in all the time since she had acquired them, but on her pale skin, the scars would almost seem like thin lines of silver. She closed her eyes and once more set her arms back around him almost as if in an awkward hug behind his back and over his shins.
Med continued to work in the salve, his fingers working over each muscle and line. Looking down as he did so he noted the scars, but didn't talk of them, they were marks of honor for dragons. His fingers worked over every inch of her exposed skin, gently circling with the salve. His fingers slid beneath the shirt, softly massaging and working the muscles. He wasn't being fresh; he was trying to relax her, though the feel of skin beneath his fingers did cause a subtle stirring.
As his fingers worked lower, Beth curled her left arm up under her, from around his back, so the shirt would lower at his prodding. It wasn't a matter of prudence to her. She would have taken it off if she hadn't worried about embarrassing him. She was used to being a female on the road with nothing but several hundred male Knights. It was rare for a female to become a CK because it took such a gut wrenching horrible death and an equally hard life before that. She closed her eyes once more and managed to speak almost already half asleep. "Could fall asleep to this." And before he would be able to respond, her body would let out the final tension as she fell asleep half cradled on his lap.
Med smiled and massaged her back, his other hand setting the salve down beside him on the bed, the lid still off, the herbal scent was soft, almost flower like. Reaching out he caressed her hair with his unsalved hand, the one beneath her shirt moving ever lower along her spine.
Med smiled as he felt her drift off to sleep, her arm upon him. He continued his gentle massage; it was doing a bit for him as well. He hadn't touched a woman in a long time in an intimate manner, he felt her very pulse beneath him and it felt rather nice.
Beth's body relaxed and as he moved over her skin, she reacted on instinct. Her neck arching to expose the long thin line of her back for him, her cheek nuzzling his leg as he caressed her hair and her back arching slightly as if silently urging him on. Her mind drifted in her sleep to a time when there wasn't the war and mayhem in her life. She remembered times of learning and loving and as his hands on her skin registered in her dreaming mind, it was the touch of a faceless lover. « Last Edit: Feb 14th, 2007, 11:12pm by Llewellynn »
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:34:48 GMT
« Reply #6 on: Feb 11th, 2007, 2:48pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beth's mind opened then as if seeking to connect to the lover in her dreams. And as the shields came down, Med would be able to begin to feel it... and the soothing calm those lowering barriers seemed to invite him to share.
Medivh didn't bond with people in that way, he felt her arch to his touch though, and her soft audible murmurs were a coaxing in themselves. Smiling he caressed lower, his arm buried now in her shirt as he caressed her lower back, his other hand moving to touch softly upon her cheek, caressing the same way. Though as barriers dropped, and invitations were sent she was felt by another, and his touch was upon her mind, from within the wagon across the way, Vlad's mind sought her, his darkness seeping in a single message of release.
Beth felt Vlad then, in the fringes of her mind and in her dream he became another figure. She tilted her head to look and all she saw was him flitting in shadows and out again almost as if trapped in them. Occasionally his arm reached out beseeching her. Med would hear her moan softly almost as if enjoying herself more as his hands caressed over her. In her dream she reached for Vlad whispering. *I am here... let me help you.* Again, all Med would hear were moans of pleasure and feel her body beginning to rub against his.
Med felt her rub against him, his brows furrowing slightly as she moaned twice. Wondering if this was proper or for that matter taking advantage of her, he slowly began to caress back upward to pull out of her shirt without startling her. His other hand continued to caress her hair, trying to sooth her, and perhaps figure out just what he should do.
Beth felt the darkness out of reach and called softly to it. *No... Don’t go. Let me help you. I want to help... please Vlad*. As Med began to slide his hand out her whispers would follow as she moaned again. "No...Don’t go... I want...." And she would fall still once more as if wanting something more. Back in her dream, her lover had gone and she cried softly at his loss, but reached to touch the edge of the darkness reaching for her... almost... there...
Softly Med whispered in response to her words, his brows knitting slightly in concern. “I’m right here, I won't be leaving you." Touching her cheek once more softly he caressed a thumb over her lips, his fingers upon her back now caressing towards her side. Looking to her form on him he gave a slight smile, her form was rather appealing. The old one in the wagon on the other hand had not given up, his darkness reaching out once more the message whispering ' release me' once more.
In Beth's dream she reached out and managed to touch the edge of the darkness. In her stretching she would roll back slightly into Med's touch and his fingers would caress her bare breasts on the underside. Her body's reaction was to arch against him once more while in her dream she sought a stronger hold on the outstretched dark arm. *I am here Vlad... I am here...*
Medivh swallowed hard as he once more sought that mental dilemma of whether or not he was taking advantage of her. His fingers continued to caress her breast, slipping along the soft flesh as he felt her move, he was stirring slightly though in a different manner. Taking a deep breath he spoke, his words soft, “Tell me if you want this, if you're awake."
Having reached the barrier and what Beth believed was Vlad she whispered *Yes... I have you hun... I am here.* Med would see her nod and whisper "Yes...... I am here..." and her body would seem to relax a bit more from it's earlier tensing.
Med felt the darkness and his mind instinctively shoved it away from the wagon and her. His hand continuing to caress softly the edge of her breast as the scream and damn near tear of claws in the mind sought to keep hold within the dream. The shove was intense, and Vlad held no boon there, and as Medivh's fingers touched lightly upon her cheek, the bond of darkness ended in the dream, leaving only the whisper once last time of 'release me'.
Beth felt Vlad scream and claw at her as he was being torn from her and as she began to wake, the vague uneasiness turned to pleasure as she felt Med's caress on her breasts. Her almost sudden tensing would relax once more as she moaned in definite approval still half way between sleep and awake, but her body would shift, offering him more of her breast to caress. Her voice whispering. "Yesss" Softly her eyes would flutter as if seeking to remain asleep yet wake at the same time as she reached once more in the dream for the darkness not there.
Med smiled, slipping his arm deeper into her shirt, his fingers now gently cupping her breast, caressing it as he watched her, listening to her whispered exclamations, and her soft moans. He had stiffened almost entirely in one muscle, his body relaxed though he was aroused. Swallowing hard he caressed along her cheek and over her neck, gently touching the skin as he went.
Rolling her head towards him, Beth's cheek would nuzzle higher up on his thigh as her cradled arm would once more snake about his waste to caress his lower back. Her other hand would rise to unlace the shirt a bit more offering him access to her unhindered. Emerald eyes dancing with silver shine would gaze up as she whispers, "It's been a long time, Mlord.... but your touch feels so relaxing." She was beginning to feel her body tighten in her stomach and thought it was merely nerves. Whenever one of the other Knights had rubbed down her sore muscles or demonstrated which parts could mist, their touch wasn't as gentle and they were rarely above her rank and station. She let herself believe the heat and tension in her lower body was from the small alcove and his station and rank and Vlad's son.
Med looked down to her eyes, smiling softly as he whispered, " I'm glad, it's nice to know I haven't lost the touch, it's been over a century." continuing to smile his hand slide down the newly open lace, his fingers gently caressing between her breasts along her sternum, his eyes now never leaving her's as he felt along her skin. “If you get uncomfortable, let me know." He whispered as his hand in front of her slide up along the unattended breast, caressing and gently squeezing it. He half wished he were more flexible, to kiss those lips, but decided if he went too far it might be best to take it slow. « Last Edit: Feb 14th, 2007, 11:16pm by Llewellynn »
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:36:10 GMT
« Reply #7 on: Feb 11th, 2007, 2:48pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beth's eyes danced with silver as she watched him and felt his touch, her own hand sought an opening in the back of his shirt so she could feel his bare skin on her fingers. As his touch caressed her nipple she gasped and bit her lip smiling and blushing at the reaction. "Yes, Mlord... your touch can still make a woman want more. I admit I cannot think the last time I was touched so tenderly. It seems like forever." She reached up unable to touch his back, and caressed a strand of hair from his cheek so she could see his eyes. "Is it wrong to want your touch...." She was awake now and thinking of the moment, but in the back of her mind, Vlad's whispers still echoed. « Last Edit: Feb 14th, 2007, 11:17pm by Llewellynn »
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:37:04 GMT
« Reply #8 on: Feb 11th, 2007, 2:54pm »
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Med felt Beth's hand search for him, then give up and move away to find his face. Smiling he leaned into her touch, felt her caress and kissed the tips of her fingers. Swallowing as he did this his hands continued to explore her body, caressing and feeling along her soft skin, touching her softly, caressing her, memorizing with his fingers every inch.
Beth caressed his cheek a moment more then when he kissed her fingertips, something deep inside warmed even more. She felt him on her breasts and stomach and something in her wanted more. She wasn't sure if he did though. Her voice wouldn't work and all she could manage was a whisper... "You make me forget there is a world outside... let me do the same for you?" She rolled to her side and rested her hand on his chest. Her fingers playing with the raven colored ties on his shirt front as her eyes never left his. "Please...." was all she could whisper.
Med smiled softly, withdrawing his hands as she moved and rolled. Watching her move reminded him of grace, of dance, of the beauty of rhythm and fluidity. Looking to her eyes as she whispered, to him he smiled, seeing the please as well as hearing it. Nodding slowly he looked down to the ties of his shirt, to her fingers playing with them there, before returning his gaze to her's. Swallowing a bit he knew what he wanted, and knew he wished to take all the time he could getting there, this felt natural, and right.
Beth's smile would light up her face as she reached to twist one tie around her finger and tug till it popped free of the bow it was in. Tugging slightly she tugged the other free as well. Pulling her hand back lightly she let the ties fall from her fingers. She then set her hand lightly on his chest over the shirt. Her finger tips were close enough to caress him. Sliding her hand up slowly, she watched his eyes and felt his heart race as she slid her hand up over the loose strings and over his bare upper chest. The feeling of his skin made her remember how it felt to love... and be loved. And while she knew he could never fall for someone like her, she knew this night it wouldn't matter. Using her other hand, she pulled his hand under her shirt once more over her own bosom again in silent invitation.
Medivh smiled as she tugged the little sting, his eyes riveted to her own. Feeling the slow progress she made of undoing his shirt was torturous but he felt it was worth it. Swallowing he could almost feel her touch, though she hadn't even fully removed the straps yet. His eyes gleaming slightly, flickering a deep blue as he grew more and more excited. Then a moment he knew wouldn't be forgotten occurred, her touch fell upon his skin, the lightest of touches yet it felt as hot as lava upon his skin, not in a painful way but the intensity of it was incredible. She guided his hand beneath her own shirt, cupping his hand over her breast once more, though as he gazed into her eyes, his fingers caressing over her breast he saw the opportunity for something he wanted much more. Sliding his hand from breast and around her back he drew her close, his lips seeking her's in a deep kiss as both his hands moved to completely rectify the shirt problem by beginning to remove it.
Beth was reveling in the fire and ice feeling she had of their combined touches and she rose to his touch arching her back. Suddenly he cupped the small of her back and pulled her to his lips. The moan that fell that time left no room for doubt that his desire was as hot as hers. She parted her lips and offered herself to his kisses as she propped herself with one hand, the other helping him pull the ties free to open his shirt. She broke the kiss then but her parted panting lips and glazed silver eyes stayed facing him as she used one hand to try and tug her own shirt off wanting to be as bare as he was so their skin could connect with more than just their fingers.
As she broke the kiss, Med found himself becoming hungrier with each touch she laid upon him. His eyes looking to her's as he whispered, “I’ll make you a new one.." and before she could ask or wonder about his comment he ripped the shirt of her's, the tethers coming easily apart with his strength as he tugged it apart and open. He was always patient, but the urge was growing his hands slid over her sides as he lifted her form up and towards him, kissing along her neck and collarbone, his arms holding her up, if she resisted he would set her down, though he wanted her, and he wanted her to know that.
Beth cried out as Med tore the shirt, but for some reason it only excited her more. She went to his kiss willingly and wanting as her arms slid over his shoulders and her legs parted to straddle his lap. As their bodies touched from chest to waist she moaned and half growled not able to kiss deep or fast enough to satisfy the fire and hunger she could feel in them both. Her hands ran thru his hair, played with his neck and she arched closer wanting all of him to touch of all her.
Medivh lowered Beth to his lap, his kiss still moving along her neck, light nips accompanying his kisses as hands moved to touch her body, caressing, touching racking his fingers over her sides. She felt perfect to him, her every reaction to his touch felt like a plea for him to continue. A deep growl rumbled through his chest, his eyes flaring again as he pulled her tight to him, his lips seeking to find her's in a deep passionate kiss.
Beth arched her head back, her neck bared in trust beyond what most would understand. She moaned and cooed under his touch as she allowed her body to lead her in the responses. She couldn't believe the feelings mere touch could bring out in two people. As he found her lips and kissed her deep and passionate once more, she almost felt his desire. Her body, not wanting to break the kiss, continued to writhe and arch causing her hips to grind closer to his. Her heat and want becoming as evident as his as the smell of desire and lust filled the small space. « Last Edit: Feb 14th, 2007, 11:19pm by Llewellynn »
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:38:11 GMT
« Reply #9 on: Feb 15th, 2007, 12:51am »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Feb 12, 2007
Med’s hands roamed hungrily over her body, feeling her skin beneath his hands made him only want her more. Finally rolling over he pressed her form to the bed, his lips leaving her's to explore, kissing and biting down along her jaw line as hands slid down her sides, searching out her breeches.
Beth’s giggles fell from her lips as he rolled her over and swiftly turned to moans of pleasure as his lips explored her neck and throat. His hands on her hips made her body arch and writhe beneath him in silent invitation as her own hands explored his shoulder, backs and arms.
Med Grinned and slid down, undoing her pants as his lips engulfed one of her breasts, biting a bit as he suckled hard upon her. His fingers deftly worked the ties, hooking his fingers into them and pulling down to remove the breeches.
Beth’s hips rose as her chest arched. A soft moan coming from her lips as her hands twisted in his silver hair to hold him to her as he bit. "UHhhhhmmmmm" As her pants slid down she used her feet to kick off her boots and let him slide the pants off her.
Medivh felt her every move, her every reaction to his touch and kiss and found it alluring. Smiling he flicked his tongue over her nipple as he continued to suckle her. Teasing and flicking her nipple to make it as hard as possible. Leaving her pants about knee level he smiled, racking his fingers along her thighs and up towards her hips, enjoying the chance to explore more of her flesh, feeling her muscles tighten beneath his touch. One hand slowly would caress over her thigh, the other continuing up along her hip to her side, his fingers teasing her slit slowly barely grazing it as he drew slowly from her breast, racking his teeth slowly as he went.
Bending one knee, Beth’s hips rose wanting more. The natural instincts of her womanly desires making her react in ways she couldn't if she had had to think on it. She leaned to kiss and bite his neck teasing letting her moans and whispers fill the small wagon. "Oh goodsssssmmmm"
It was obviously Med’s turn to moan now and he did at that, tilting his head to her affections. His surprise in her reaction however did cause his fingers to slide into her quickly, his other hand resting to keep him up upon the mattress. Rubbing his finger from her and over her clit he coated and lubed the little nub, thrusting his fingers back inside as he kissed and nipped as best he could, he wanted to feel her everything, it was obvious to him she decided that this was her turn to taste.
As Med thrust into her, Beth’s body rose with the pleasure and her head fell back releasing his neck. "YESSSS oh godsss yess...." Her hands now gripping his shoulders as if she felt to let go would cause her to fall out of control. Her body tightened around his fingers with small spasms as he brought her close to the edge of bliss.
With how loud Beth was, Med was assured he wasn't going to get disturbed by the tribe, she had a way of letting them know what was going on. He was a bit upset that she stopped but felt it gave him a chance to continue his own affections, leaning down to kiss her lips deeply once more, sucking at her lower lip before nipping and tugging it, his fingers continued to work within her, slipping out over her clit then thrusting back in. As he released her lower lip he whispered, “I want you... I want to feel you"
Beth’s eyes gazed at his and she leaned up to kiss him once more. Her silent answer was to see out his own ties and begin to free him from his breeches as her head nodded up and down slightly. Her hand slid in slowly and began stroking him as she moved her hips against his fingers.
Med moaned in the kiss as she returned it, and feeling her fingers at the ties. Swallowing, he then began to taste her lips, his fingers working hard in her, feeling every velvety wall. Feeling her hand slip in, caressing flesh he had not felt touched in ages he shivered, moaning and almost breaking the kiss in a gasp as she encircled his cock in her fingers and began to stroke, his eyes looking to her's as he grinned slightly, his muscles still growing use to the touch.
The silence between them built the desire and anticipation as Beth bit her bottom lip watching his face as her hand caressed and stroked him. Her other hand pressed down the edge of his breeches to release him more, the tip caressing her stomach once in a while when her thumb wasn't teasing it. She whispered softly. "Make love to me, Medivh... please...."
Medivh smiled a bit as she whispered those five words with a plea, his eyes locking with her's as he worked his way outta his breeches the rest of the way. Slipping over her leg he continued to gaze into her eyes, his mind running over her body as he thought to himself how even the words sounded tantalizing as her body. Reaching between them he rubbed himself over her, slowly slipping into her warmth as he whispered back, “I would like nothing more", His moan that followed was more like the most content of sighs, feeling himself being swallowed up in her warm wetness as slowly as he moved his hips.
As Medivh disrobed the rest of the way, Beth’s body arched in desire and her legs parted, knees rising to let him fill her completely. As he moaned she lifted her lips to his once more with a single word. "Beth...." And kissed him passionately hoping he would forgive her arrogance earlier of withholding her name merely to be contrite. She realized when she spoke his name that she wanted him to say hers in the same way, but that she had never told him. And something told her he was too much the gentleman to ask in the heat of the moment. Her hands caressed his back and hips pulling him even deeper as her moan matched his.
Med kissed her back with equal passion, hearing her name just seconds before it. Smiling in the kiss he wrapped his arms around her, his hips beginning to withdraw as he pulled her near. Slipping once more into her, Med broke the kiss to softly moan her name. “Beeeeth" His hands sliding along her back to cup her shoulders and pull her tighter against his pushing hips.
Beth wrapped her arms around him as he moaned her name and moaned tightening even more as her hips danced in counter rhythm to his. "OOooohhuhhhh yess..." She kissed and moaned into his neck wanting more.
Med lowered his head slowly, nipping at her collarbone as he slowly picked up pace and rhythm. Groaning he spoke with each thrust, “You ... feel... perfect" his fingers digging into her shoulders slightly as he pulled her harder against his thrusts.
"As ... do ... you... uhhhh" Beth’s eyes closed as her head tilted back pressing her chest into his. Her hips rocking now with his as he increased, her mind reveling in the feel. She wanted him to share in her emotions and opened her mind to meld with his. If it worked, he would feel her passion; it would fuel his and drive him higher. With each rise the spiral would continue till one couldn't feel where one began and one ended. Opening her mind she felt the passion rise and pressed her lips to kiss him as she felt the edge rising closer.
Med held her tight, raising her from the bed and onto his knees as now he kissed her passionately, raising and lowering her hard and fast onto him.
As the shields were lowered, and concentration lost, darkness crept in once more, this time its hunger and driving force of rage could be felt as well as the now screaming message of “Release me!"
Beth wrapped her legs around Med and continued the kiss. When her mind heard the plea, she shuddered at the force. Her body paused a split second then continued on as she felt her climax closing, her insides already tightening around Med's member within her. The rage and darkness crept closer as well, and she fought to press it back but as the edge neared, she was already unshielded and unable to close down again. Moaning she rode Med harder.
Med didn't feel anything but her, his every sense upon her as he continued raising her up and dropping her upon him. His moans were loud in the kiss, his fingers kneading on her flesh as he growled a little, coming closer to eruption.
The darkness seemed to ensnare Beth’s mind, screaming now “Release Me, let me free!" The growl mingled with Medivh's as the grip became more solid onto her unprotected mind.
Beth whimpering as she moved with fervor now her mind screamed back. *HHOWW!!* But her body clenched... it was there... the edge. She could feel it and her mind's shields crashed completely till she felt nothing but Med within her body and Vlad within her mind.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:39:08 GMT
« Reply #10 on: Feb 15th, 2007, 12:53am »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Medivh raised her up and pulled her down hard once more, his climax coming to a head as he exploded deep into her. The kiss breaking as he moaned out her name, "BETH". Her contractions around him causing him to moan out more so.
The darkness gripped Beth’s mind as she, too, climaxed. Vlad’s image appearing within her mind, as he spoke " release me... free your emperor" The feeling he would send was that of entrapment and being caged, showing what he felt.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:40:06 GMT
« Reply #11 on: Feb 15th, 2007, 12:54am »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Feb 13, 2007
"MMEEDDDD" Beth’s voice joined his as she joined him. As she felt Vlad in her mind she couldn't help but respond. *Yes, Lord... I will...* And she gasped resting her head on Med's shoulder panting for breath as she kissed his neck shaking, Her body alive in ways she never thought she would feel again. "I never knew it could feel so good..." She gasped for air smiling and shuddering with the aftermath.
Med held her tight and rolled slightly, lying onto the bed with a soft sigh and smile, “I never knew I could want someone so badly." His muscles were feeling slightly numb, that sweet feel of blissful exhaustion. Then he felt it, the darkness, as his senses came to him, his mind instantly pressing it from within the vardo, ripping it from her mind with his force.
Beth gasped and cried out rolling away from him to her back and grabbed her head as if he had torn her very skull asunder. "MMEEDDDAAAAAHHH" She shook suddenly feeling empty as though no one was nearby. The shielding was still down and left her vulnerable as she shook.
Medivh reached out, touching her arm whispering, " I'm here, you must force Vlad from your mind yourself when he enters, destroy every ounce of his influence upon you." Furrowing his brow he reached down to the end of the bed, pulling up a light sheet to cover them both.
Beth nodded and looked at him. "Don't be scared... I need to shift... to shield him easier..." She covered his hand with her own hoping he wouldn't pull away. Closing her eyes her body shifted till he felt nothing then slowly reappeared, filling in the space under his hand and raising it back up as she solidified once more. She was shielded again and felt nothing of Vlad in her mind now. But his touch had been deep and she remembered his plea... and her promise. She looked at Med again and smiled softly to see his reaction. "It's done... he is gone..." She sounded tired like him. Both of them pleasantly exhausted. She lifted her hand to caress his cheek. "Sleep with me... please..."
Med smiled and watched, he wouldn't have pulled away even if she hadn't said anything. Feeling the solidity of her mist form he smiled and watched her, closing his eyes as she caressed his cheek, feeling the strange flicker of feeling upon his face. Slipping his arm across her he held her close, nodding a bit as he whispered, “I’d love to"
Beth snuggled closer to him and rolled to face the door, his body spooned at her back. She remained awake but concentrated to ease her breathing till she seemed asleep. A content sigh a bit later would make him think she was good and asleep. She then lay in the dark till she would feel him asleep as well.
Med held her close and sighed a bit himself, looking to the window, it was almost time for him to get up. Swallowing hard he held her tight his grip loosening as he closed his eyes and relaxed, soon finding himself asleep for a few moments, his breathing soft and as he relaxed and slept.
"Med…" Beth whispered softly as if wanting something. She felt him asleep but wanted to be sure. Getting no answer she slowly shifted till his arm was on his hip and no longer over her body. She froze to see if he would cover her once more, or roll to his back. Holding her breath she counted.
Beth reached 100 and slowly slid from the bed. Stopping at the table to take another sip of her wine she looked to see if he would wake. When Med made no move, she pulled his shirt from the floor because it was bigger than hers and slipped it over her head. It draped down far enough to cover her modestly as she stepped to the wall and shifted to mist to reappear outside. Listening to see if she had wakened him she hurried silently to Vlad's wagon. Shifting to mist and arriving inside she whispered stepping past him towards the door. "I am here Dragon... I will release you as I promised." She reached for the door and took one glance back.
Medivh remained asleep, though outside the tribe had began to stir, music had stopped playing, the fire steeped higher and brighter. The skies were slowly giving way to the night, though the people seemed to be more active then they were before. Vlad on the other hand was the opposite; his mind was reaching not for her anymore, but beyond the boundaries of the wagon, his energies feeling as though they would touch miles, and awaken any it sought. His brows were knit his nails claw like and racking on the floorboards.
Beth felt Vlad’s mind seeking and assumed it sought release from the demon within him. Sensing the urgency, she opened the door and sat on the step reaching in to brush back his hair whispering. "You are free Mlord... fight the darkness and come back to me... come back to us."
A gong tolled outside, trumpets having echoed in the hills around the circle of wagons. The door to Medivh's vardo slammed open as he stepped out, his cloak about his shoulder, and dual swords upon his back. He was buttoning a leather vest, the blue shirt beneath it royal blue. "Women and children take up arms and go the vardo. Those women that have trained and rested stay with us, men the same. The night is coming again and it will be a long one." Walking over towards the wagon Vlad was in, Med’s eyes glowed a deep blue, the scream from the unnaturally approaching darkness was like thousands of miniature dragons, and hell riders approaching.
Seeing Med come out of the wagon with is weapons in hand suddenly spurned Beth into action. Whipping her head back to glance once more at her beloved Lord and Dragon she called her mist sword to her hand and rose to block the door growling in warning. "Don't come closer Medivh, son of my Lord. I wish NOT to harm you but you will no longer cage my Master. He will be free to return to us as he should have ages ago. The Darkness is almost gone from him." She held her sword tight, its blade glinting in the combined fire light from nearby as well as the moonlight from above.
Med looked to Beth as she spoke her words of accusation. Shaking his head he recognized the tone, the way she was acting. Reaching forth a gloved hand his fingers curled inward the door slamming shut upon the wagon. Growling as he looked to her he spoke, “What have you done Beth?" Taking a deep breath his lips began to move, lightning began to crash down around her, shattering the steps beneath her. “Block him out Beth... break the link" Shaking his head once more he looked to the skies, as imp like creatures began to come towards the camp, “Loose arrows!" he yelled, his steps quick and light as he caught a spoke on a wagon wheel of Vlad's wagon and launched his form up, catching the roof sill before pulling himself up onto the top standing and drawing his blades.
The door slammed shut behind Beth and she jumped slightly from surprise as she yelled back. "I SET HIM FREE! You wanted him bottled up... stealing his freedom, making him your prisoner so someday YOU could rules the Knights. YOU WILL NEVER RULE!" As the lightning disintegrated the steps around her she shifted to mist to keep from being hit or falling. Vlad's touch in her mind helped her shift far easier than she ever remembered before. "I will never block him out again." As Med leapt to the top of the wagon she spun and opened the door once more and solidified reaching in wanting to touch him once more and help him wake to free himself unaware the dangers around them were from him. "Master... Dragon... You must wake." Her voice pleaded almost childlike. The voice a contradiction to the venomous growling she had done to Med a moment ago. "Plleeeasseee... You have to wake up." Her hand stretched in to reach him as she stood on the ground now, the door ledge pressing into her belly now that the steps were missing.
Med shakes his head, hearing her pleading like a child to Vlad; this was going to be a long, long night, of that he was sure. The imp like creatures came down upon the camp, trying to claw at him. His swords slashed through the creatures as he roared loudly. Med’s eyes glared as lightening flew around the camp striking creatures. Tribesmen were screaming and arrows flying all around as the riders came close now. The aerial assault was slamming the camp, though making little impact upon the tribe. The stench was horrible, the brimstone smell unbearable. “Beth, get out of there, I renounced my claim to the throne as well he knows, I want nothing of his and he knows that too. USE YOUR MIND AND ASK HIM! Ask him if he came here willingly for my help and refuge!" Growling as he yelled these words his swords let lose, diving down he drove one of the imps from her, the imp bursting into flames screaming. “ASK HIM!"
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:41:21 GMT
« Reply #12 on: Feb 15th, 2007, 12:54am »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Nooooo" Tears began to fall down Beth’s cheeks as she stroked Vlad's hair. "It can't be true! He BEGGED me to release him. He wants to be free" She slammed her hand on the wagon floor. "YOU'RE LIEING!!" She cried wanting Vlad back, wanting her empathy under control once more and wishing she didn't feel what she did for Med...her heart now torn more than it was that afternoon.
“ASK HIM!" Med screamed at her protests a rider upon a horse rode past swords swooshing as Med ducked down, his arms wrapping around the thing on the horse as he lunged over the horse and impaled the rider. Rising up he slashed his blade through the riders neck beheading him as he screamed, " Stop touching him and use your mind and ask him! If I am lieing he will tell you so!" Rising up he growled and his eyes glared blue as the darkness ripped away once more within the wagon, “ASK HIM!" he screamed as he tore at the darkness.
Beth balled her fists tight, knuckles around her sword even paler than her porcelain skin. Whispering softly to Vlad's mind she cried hoping deep down it was lie. Because if it wasn't... this was all her fault. *Vlad... does he speak true... did you come here for help?* She stared at his closed eyes, his prone body and waited for the whisper of Vlad's mind in her own as tears streamed down her face.
Vlad’s voice echoed, growling and weak as it fought against itself, *I came when I felt the urge set forth... the urge now takes my subconscious and will until it weakens. I came here to protect all that would fear me or love me.*
Beth's forehead pressed to the floor as she whimpered. "NNoooooo... it can't be...." She slid back away from Vlad crying and shaking her head. "I let this happen..." She heard Med outside fighting the creatures she had loosed. "Forgive me Dragon..." She backed up enough to close the door. She removed her Chaos Knight emblem and pressed it to the door. The incant would cause a shield to cover and engulf the wagon completely. "I am sorry..." She backed up with her sword in her hand, tears blinding her as she shook her head whispering. "I didn't know... He asked... I had to ... I couldn't help it...." Her sword still hung in her hand as she stared at the wagon unmoving.
Med shook his head and spoke, his eyes looking to the shield she placed on the wagon as he spoke, “You loosed this not, this happens every night he is here Beth. I wouldn't lie to you, I have no reason to. Now use that sword and help keep him where he came" Trumpet blasts cut him off from saying more, his eyes turning to the direction they blasted. Rushing over to Beth he placed his hand upon her shoulder and spoke, loud enough to be heard of the clash of swords, “Cry later Beth, right now I need you here, lead the people here to keep them back. A second wave has came, " Turning he thrust a sword into the ground and spoke as he rushed off, " Draw that sword if you need it, the other comes with me" His form blurred and flared as he launched into the air, his cloak expanding, his form lengthening as he morphed into a dragon, his wings spread wide as he roared into the skies.
Beth shook her head clearing it as he spoke. Nodding as he slammed his sword in the ground and took off she whispered with more meaning than she ever said it with before. "Be careful..." She turned then and called orders to the gypsies making sure they kept those at bay who came close and drew the members of the tribe around the wagon knowing only there she could expand the shield enough to cover them if she had too. Her own sword slashing thru imps and lesser demons as she listed to Med roar overhead.
Medivh's form vanished into the darkness, his flamed breath lighting now and then as thousands of screams could be heard off over the hills. The wagon however was another story, as the shield seemed to keep in some of what was being sent from Vladamere, the imps and riders seeming to be slightly disoriented, as if they weren't controlled anymore. The scream in the darkness was audible now as he screamed mentally, “Release me!"
Beth closed her eyes a moment shaking her head. *I can't... you are killing people Vlad... I can't... please... make is stop....* She opened her eyes and tightened the shields in her mind once more. She could still hear him, wanted to hear him, but he couldn't touch her. Not this time.
A deafening roar like thunder erupted from the skies; a dark dragon of shadow like substance came down from the skies. Medivh's form, blue and silver seemed to rip through the same clouds, tackling this dragon from its course onto the camp. The fires that erupted from not only Medivh's mouth but the others lit the skies igniting the clouds as the riders began to retreat.
Beth saw them coming down faster and she leapt into the air to shift half to mist and hover about ten feet over the wagon top. Calling to the gem in her sword she managed to erect a partial shield over those on the ground so they wouldn't burn. As the dragons pressed down she landed on her knees on the cabin hard and fought to keep the sword over her head to hold the shield.
Med’s wings swooped down; his claws dug into the dragons sides as he ripped the dragon from the wagon and Beth. Roaring loudly as the black dragon spun and ripped a gash along Medivh's side. The grounds rumbled as the black dragon landed and Medivh atop it. Lightning now seemed to trail them as the imps and riders retreated from the campsite, the tribe cheering and rushing after them loosing arrows as they went.
As the dragons landed on the ground, her energy spent, she gasped and collapsed, the sword slipping from her hand and off the side of the roof. She looked for Med and saw him on the ground with the other dragon. "MMEEEDDDD" Screaming in fear she slid from the roof falling to her knees as her legs buckled. She grabbed her sword and ran towards them screaming unsure if he lived still or was conscious. "MMMEEEDDDD NOOOOOO"
The Black dragon scurried and attempted to take fight as she came round the corner, Medivh bit its neck, his own head twisting in a sudden movement, snapping its neck and killing it. Beth raised her sword as the dragon rose under Med, as he snapped its head and released it, her blade sliced thru it severing it. She stumbled back falling to her knees as Med began to shift back.
The people of the tribe moved to care for the wounded, people coming from the wagons to help heal and aid their family and kinsman. Medivh's own form shifted slowly, changing back to his human form. His steps were careful, his cloak wrapping around him, as the last bit of control he held over his wings caused to. Holding his cloak tight around him, he walked. His brow was full of scrapes and sweaty as he approached the wagons once more. “It... is over tonight... rest Grastari" he said, his voice cracking slightly as he moved.
Rising as Med spoke, Beth vanished her sword and rushed to support him, her arm around his waist as she whispered. "I am sorry Med. Please forgive me." She helped him to the wagon they had made sweet love in just hours before and helped him sit. She took a few steps over and withdrew his blade from the dirt and brought it back holding it across both her hands in surrender. "I will leave tonight and not return. Please forgive me, Med." She closed her eyes and hung her head in shame at what she had wrought that night.
Med leaned rather heavily onto Beth; his breathing was slow and calculated. As he walked with her he smiled slightly, grunting only as she helped him sit. Swallowing hard his eyes rose to her as she beheld his sword to him in surrender. Shaking his head as she lowered her gaze he whispered, “There.... there is nothing to be forgiven Beth. You did what The Dragon asked of you, you didn't understand. Please stay... and lay down that sword, I haven't been presented a sword like that since I was anointed in the order of the rose." Smiling he reached out a hand to touch upon her cheek, his fingers leaving spots of blood upon her skin.
Beth shuddered at his touch and heard his ragged breaths. She set the sword down beside him and saw he blood on his hands. "You were hurt!" She reached gently for his cloak kneeling on the bottom step. Opening it slowly she looked for his wounds.
As Med’s cloak came open, his hand was exposed, covering his side though not successfully keeping in great deals of blood. His shirt was soaked in that area, the gash was large and seemed to cut deep into muscle tissue. Smiling a bit he spoke, his words were soft as he said " It's a scratch, you gotta love when dragons get to rough housing." Swallowing hard he sat there and looked to her eyes, whispering, “Please... stay"
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:42:19 GMT
« Reply #13 on: Feb 15th, 2007, 12:55am »
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Kissing his lips to silence him, Beth nodded and pulled the cloak out of the way off his shoulder. She bit her lip and slowly moved his hand off the wound before tearing his shirt asunder to see the gasp. She closed her eyes and didn't even think as her hand shifted to mist and reached 'into' him to touch the deepest wound. His body would feel the cool of her hand going into him then the heat as she bit her lip concentrating to heal him from within layer by layer, a soft moan of concentration coming from her.
As she concentrated, the shield around Vlad's wagon would waver as if she was drawing power from the gem on the door as she continued, now half way done with the wound.
Med closed his eyes and kissed her back, feeling his wound exposed. As his would was entered by her he felt the cool. Swallowing hard as she mended him layer by layer he slowly pulled from the kiss, whispering, “You'll exhaust yourself healing me Beth. I want you to stay but I'd rather we could talk" he chuckled softly, feeling her healing still working on him.
As Beth finished healing him, her body once more shimmered then solidified before she sat down hard on the bottom step and nodded to his request to stay. "I don't think I can get back this evening. Too tired..." She tried to smile for him, then glanced towards Vlad's wagon and slowly reached with her min to see if he slept once more. She felt his mind but pulled back suddenly and slammed her shields down and moaned holding her head. "May I have some tea, Med... please...?” She whispered and leaned against the wagon growling at her weakness.
Medivh smiled and nodded, feeling complete once more as he stretched a little, feeling nothing rip. Nodding in approval he stood, stepping down the last couple steps he stooped down, picking her up in a cradled fashion with a grin as he whispered, “Tea always tastes better in more comfortable surroundings, besides, you look ask though you need a break." Raising to his feet he slowly walked inside the wagon, his arms aquiver slightly from the loss of blood though it didn't really faze him quite as it should. Walking past the kitchen and table he stepped to the back, making his way around the edge of the bed before slowly setting her near the head of it. Looking her in the eyes as he leaned there he smiled and whispered, “I’ll get you that tea now"
Beth started to protest as Med lifted her. She could stand on her own. But as she felt his arms around her she knew he needed to do this much for her. She let him set her on the bed and as he leaned down she touched his cheek softly and nodded and whispered back. "Join me... please..." She let her hand drop and looked down from his worried and caring gaze. There was a need and want pulling at her again and she feared where it would lead. She heard the gypsies outside settling for the night but assumed he would need to see to them. At the thought, as he stood, she spoke again and started to rise as well. "We should see to your friends. There may be some hurt..." Knowing part of this was her fault, she felt duty bound to help any who were injured.
Med smiled and leaned into her touch, nodding to her comment of joining her he rose up slowly. Making his way to a cupboard he opened it, taking out a small sack of herbs as he also fetched a glass with the other hand. Scooping some water from a bucket near the cupboard he concentrated but a moment, the steam rising from the glass now as he slid the bag into it. Hearing her words he shook his head, his eyes soft but still holding that metallic blue tint locked with her's, “That really isn't necessary Beth, few were hurt thanks to your fast work with your magics. It could have and most certainly would have been worse had you not been here." Bringing the steeping tea to her he sat down on the bed beside her, his feet still touching the floor as he looked to her, holding the cup in offering. “The Grastari are good people, they have Mo Comp Sheena to look after their healing, it helps her feel needed and keeps her living to a ripe old age. Besides, how else can she complain about the dry weather and terrible night" Chuckling warmly he gave a wink, hoping she caught his humor about the elderly woman.
Beth leaned back on the headboard as Med sat down and gingerly took the offered tea. Blowing on the top a moment, she took a sip and smiled. "It's perfect." She rested a hand on his leg and looked away from his eyes. "I am sorry... I know, now, what I did was wrong. But he begged, Med... I couldn't refuse him." she sighed turning her head away from him. "I couldn't even think clear enough to try...." Her voice trailed off. She was still a novice Knight and shouldn't have left on her own from the Training Halls. She was sure returning now would mean certain punishment. But something inside her drew her here and now she wondered just HOW much a hold The Dragon had on her.
Medivh nodded and rested a hand upon her’s; his eyes still sought her's out as he listened to her words. “Father is very strong, and his leadership over people makes them more susceptible then most. I don't blame you for what occurred, so rest easy." Smiling he took up her hand and gently kissed upon her knuckle. Looking to her eyes he whispered softly, “You are a good person, and a excellent knight, I personally will give my recommendation for your promotion, if you want it."
Blushing at the kiss as she looked back up at him, Beth shook her head. "No, please... I have done nothing to deserve a promotion." She took a sip of the tea and leaned her head back. "Seems so much has happened and I barely left Chaos this morning, by this realm's time anyway." She cradled the cup in her hands as if lifeline and whispered. "I should go back... there is no reason for me to stay. I can be nothing more than a hindrance to him now...."
Med shook his head yet again, looking to her as he whispered, “My asking you to stay wouldn't change your mind from your returning back?" Sighing as he thought on it he looked down and whispered, " I suppose it is rather selfish of me to ask such a thing, it's just... I enjoy your company, your touch..." Looking up he continued as he gazed into her eyes, “I enjoy you Beth... as I said. It’s selfish of me to ask. Forgive me"
Beth turned to look at him with confusion filling her silver rimmed emerald eyes. "You want me to stay? But I have caused so much trouble... I want to stay too but...." She turned her head to look out the side window towards Vlad's wagon then glanced back down into her tea. "What if I cannot stop myself again...?”
“We can work through the difficulties Beth; the hard thing will be teaching you that you can trust me.” Smiling, Med leaned back a little and stretched, his head turning to gaze upon her as he did so, he didn't want to miss a single reaction. “Besides, there are always ties* he gave a joking wink and laughed hoping she realized he wouldn't.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 7:43:17 GMT
« Reply #14 on: Feb 15th, 2007, 12:56am »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beth spun her head around and saw him wink and blushed. "You would tie me down to keep me here and out of trouble?" She laughed softly also hoping he would understand she was joking. "May be safer then letting me go." She sighed realizing it wasn't so funny once spoken. "Part of me wants to go so I don't mess things up more. Yet part of me wants to stay so you keep me from sneaking back to him when I shouldn't." She shook her head and went to try and rise but he was in the way. "I shouldn't be a burden to you though..."
Med rolled slightly, covering her legs though not applying pressure as he looked more so to her. “You haven't, you won't. You are more an asset here then anything. You are another skilled blade, and a fine blade. You are someone I can converse with that understands, the Grastari believe he's taken by evil spirits. So please, if nothing else, help me keep my sanity." Smiling he watched her, hoping she'd see the rationality of his words.
Beth lifted her hand to his cheek. It was warm from gripping the tea cup and she leaned towards him smiling. "I will stay... for you..." She kissed him softly then not pressing or wanting to take more than he offered. She was learning from her body's reactions that being closer to him made her feel better... and right now she wanted to feel better.
Medivh kissed her back softly at first, her hand upon his cheek warm. His own body responded to her very touch, within him he felt a stirring as he deepened the kiss slightly parting his lips. He knew now that perhaps he wasn't the only one to initiate such acts as had occurred earlier, perhaps she wanted him as well, and that felt good to him. Smiling as they kissed he reached out, caressing her hair softly.
Beth’s soft moan echoed in his mouth as she returned the kiss and tilted to his caress. Slowly and reluctantly she broke the kiss and whispered. "We should try and sleep. Something tells me is sunset is this hectic, the dawn is as well? The times he is most able to reach inside others' mind?" She laughed then and smiled. "Perhaps you should tie me down. I don't want to release Vlad again because he called to me in the twilight of dawn." She was trying to joke but her body shuddered slightly at the reality of its possibility.
Med grinned and shook his head, “The darkness is Vlad’s greatest strength, during the day we rarely are attacked, and we are safe so long as it doesn't get overcast. If the clouds come overhead, then he gets some power back." Reaching over he took up her tea in his hand, gently guiding it in her own hand over toward the table as his lips once more sought her's out. This time the softness of the kiss wasn't there, it was a passionate kiss, a yearning kiss, a kiss to show her how he felt.
Beth set the mug down and slid her hand back up his arm till it twined in his hair. Her echoing moans filtering between their lips as she leaned back once more, this time drawing him down with her. She prayed in some part of herself that dawn would come swiftly, so that the man in her arms may have a chance to relax. Yet another part of her wanted the solitude of darkness to last forever. It seemed now, with the darkness outside, they were the only two in the realm. Her body once more responded as she drew him closer, once more wanting to feel him pressed to her.
Med leaned back with her, his hand still resting upon the tea cup as he continued hungrily in the kiss. His other hand held much of her weight as she slowly lowered herself against his form. Nipping at her lower lip, Med let her release the tea cup. His hand, now free of the cup, was able to roam and caress her. Her pushed forward now as she leaned back and shifted to lie more fully upon her as he kissed and caressed her form.
Beth scooted back a bit to let him join her. She wanted to be held, and hold him as well. Her kiss remained passionate as her arms invited him to enwrap her.
Medivh held her close, his arms entwining around her as they kissed. Caressing her back gently, he rolled slightly to his side to not put pressure on her. The bed they lay in was a double bed, giving plenty of room to roll. The wagon size was deceptive for what it had in it.
Beth broke the kiss to his lips and kissed his neck nuzzling closer to almost nestle against his body as if two pieces to a finely wrought puzzle. Softly she whispered, "No one has made me feel this safe in so long..." She yawned and closed her eyes shivering not from cold, but from the events. It could have gone so badly. So badly because of her...
Medivh kissed her back and smiled, holding her close as he closed his eyes. He didn't feel alone, something he hadn't felt in a centuries. Swallowing hard he opened his eyes slightly, watching her drift off to sleep before he too would join her.
Beth’s body would relax against him and soon her head would fall to the side so he could watch her face till he fell asleep. The lines on her face would slowly ease as she drifted deeper into sleep. Her final sigh as she reached that place of perfect slumber would seem almost like an audible caress. Her mind, so exhausted, would not even seek out Vlad now to see how he faired.
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