phrostphyre
Junior Member
I'm the Rascal King.
Posts: 120
|
Post by phrostphyre on Jun 24, 2010 21:58:18 GMT -5
Convel spurred his horse into a gallop. The rest followed, meaning to keep up with the lead mare, the one Convel had chosen. Red hair flying back, sword and dirk at side, Convel looked majestic. His muscles seemed to be carved from granite, and he looked a god of war or hunting. Silvery scar tissue may have marred his skin, but it added to his overall appearance of majesty and gracefulness. The day grew long as they rode, and stopping for the night they went with out a campfire. They rose early and rode north as long as there was daylight. The same repeated itself, Convel leading the way north as the scars on his back rippled as the horse and Convel moved. They camped once more, and this time Convel risked a fire, and speech.
"There are certain things ye need tae ken when speaking tae a noble or someone of rank, aye? They like tae be called by their title, spoke with degrees of respect. Some of the scars on my back I got for not being so respectful. Tell your lizard not tae attack me, and when ye do, we'll begin the second lesson." He spoke softly, not liking what he was about to do. He was about to leap across the fire, pinning Mali beneath him, and threaten her with rape in one move. He didn't like it, but it had to be done.
|
|
Mali
Junior Member
A lady should never look up a man's skirt ... I mean kilt
Posts: 86
|
Post by Mali on Jun 24, 2010 22:13:44 GMT -5
Mali didn’t say much as they rode. Instead, she took to having conversations with Kunna. At least with him she didn’t have to speak aloud. With Convel, she had to verbalise everything, as he didn’t like having her in his mind. She didn’t care too much that she had to vocalise it all, it was just a time waster. If they had more conversations, things could happen. They could slow down, they could be heard, and a whole number of things ran through her mind of what could result due to their talking. Since she didn’t want any of that to happen, she didn’t speak to him.
However, for some reason, Convel stopped that night and lit a fire. What was even odder was that he was actually talking to her. She knew that people of status liked to be addressed as such; but what good did knowing that do her if she couldn’t tell what their status was? She didn’t ask him that but instead quirked an eyebrow at him. Her tail flicked around with interest as she looked at him, trying to find an answer as to what he was going to do. Maybe he was going to attack her. Since he told her to tell Kunna not to attack, it meant that he was going to teach her something. That had to be the answer.
Turning towards Kunna, she smiled and reassured him that no matter what, she would be okay. “Don’t attack Convel Kunnandi. Got it?” she smiled to him and then turned back to Convel. Raising his head, he snorted at Convel. Since he was told not to attack the man, he wouldn’t do it; because Mali had asked him not to. However, if he actually harmed her, physically, he would die. Kunna knew that when Mali used his full name that she meant what she said, so he would have to listen to his rider and trust that she knew that Convel wouldn’t do her harm. Nevertheless, if he did, Kunna would make sure that he paid a price for scarring her up and injuring her.
[/blockquote][/blockquote]
|
|
phrostphyre
Junior Member
I'm the Rascal King.
Posts: 120
|
Post by phrostphyre on Jun 25, 2010 9:35:01 GMT -5
The muscles in Convel's leg tensed for moment, then released the pent up tension in a massive explosion of controlled, contained, planned power, sending him across the fire, directly into Mali. As the man and the female were-cat rolled on the ground, Convel twisted and rolled, like a giant snake, with Mali's hands reaching up to hold onto his back, while he made sure her head never went near a rock. They came to a stop, with Convel on top, his hands gripping her arms. The kilted man spoke, his voice soft and pleasant.
"I could rape ye now, and there's nothing ye could do about it. The men I killed? They would have raped ye. I killed them preemptively, so that you would not face the threat of being raped. Some men in this world deserve death, and those may or may not have, but I have tortured rapists to death. I am a man of honor, and I may be a killer and thief, but rape shall never be accepted by an Alban MacTire." Convel got up and turned, facing the fire. She'd be scared to even think about him now, but she had to realize that defense was important.
"Take your dirk and kill me with it." She wouldn't actually be able to kill him with it. She might come close, but he'd show her how to defend against the degeneration and wickedness at the court.
|
|
Mali
Junior Member
A lady should never look up a man's skirt ... I mean kilt
Posts: 86
|
Post by Mali on Jun 25, 2010 15:08:04 GMT -5
There was a squeak out of Mali, as she hadn’t been prepared for him to leap at her. As they rolled around, she could only wonder what in god’s name it was that he was doing. What could he possibly teach her by doing this? However, as the first sentence came out of his mouth, she froze up. Staring up at him with saddened, scared and terrified eyes, she had to try to continue breathing. What was he saying? Why was he talking about rape? Was he going to rape her? Nothing that he said came to mind after he had stated that he could rape her and she couldn’t do anything about it. She could only stare into his eyes, looking at the dark part of his eyes and the hollow that she saw. He couldn’t rape her. He was her friend. Right?
Kunna squealed at Convel as he finally got off Mali. What did he think he was doing? Threatening Mali like that! He could have scared her to death. Glancing back at her, he realised that he had. Mali laid on the ground a few moments longer, tears falling from her eyes. She hadn’t even noticed when she had started to cry. She shook as she sat up, her tail wrapped around her waist and her ears flattened. Catching just the end of what he was saying, she looked at Convel, flinching after a few moments of staring at his muscles; the same muscles that could hold her down while he raped her. A sob escaped her throat before she picked up her dirk. She had no idea how to handle one, but she was so sad and scared.
This wasn’t Convel. Convel was kind and gentle. He wouldn’t kidnap her, drug her, or rape her. He was a decent man! Angry that she had been deceived, she charged at him, flipping through the air before she landed behind him, her tail coming up to wrap around his neck as she held the dagger to his back, close to the spine. “Where’s Convel?” her voice wavered with the hints of sadness and confusion. Anger was also laced in her voice as well as frustration. She was a ball of emotions right now. Unless Convel explained himself, she would remain this way; broken.
|
|
phrostphyre
Junior Member
I'm the Rascal King.
Posts: 120
|
Post by phrostphyre on Jun 25, 2010 15:34:50 GMT -5
Convel heard Mali sobbing and felt a weight settle upon his shoulders. She obviously hadn't caught his last sentence. He ran a hand through his red hair and turned, while his face never left the sky.
"Rape is something a man should never do. Ye ken how my mother and sister were nearly raped? My father was lying on the ground, bleeding, while I sat and watched, scared tae death the entire time. Seizing my father's dirk, I stabbed the man standing guard over us in throat, then grabbed the dirk staining with his blood and drove it into his friend's kidney, while my father bled, my sister screamed, and my mother fought the rapist. I killed two men that day, and never have I been the same. Rape is something I can never tolerate, even as I die. Look, then, and behold what I did that day!" And Convel was there, in her mind, showing her. The rush of memories was strong. He had kept that day suppressed for so long, and here he was now, bringing it to the top of his mind. Convel's blue eyes glowed with the fervor of a fanatic, but the glow was of something different. It was the glow of hate and anger.
Convel turned from the girl once more and looked at the dragon. It probably understood revenge and defense of one's family and lands better than most Alagaesians did. Most Alagaesians were soft. Convel rubbed his jaw, feeling the stubble that was there. He represented what Alagaesians feared. A man who could go into mountains for years at a time and emerge sane. A man who could kill to defend his family, honor, and land without hesitating. Convel moved to face Mali, then spoke in Gaelic.
"Calma síos, cailín. Níl mé ag dul a ghortú leat. Beidh mé tú a chosaint leis an titim deireanach na fola i mo chorp."
|
|
Mali
Junior Member
A lady should never look up a man's skirt ... I mean kilt
Posts: 86
|
Post by Mali on Jun 25, 2010 15:47:32 GMT -5
Mali listened to what the man said, not sure whom she was talking to. As she heard about his history, she had to think to herself that this man was very good. He had perfected his Convel act perfectly. Why else would she have been kidnapped? Why else would she have been drugged? As the story was told, she felt herself slipping. She couldn’t tell whether this was a lie or the truth. Was this really Convel? She wasn’t sure. Then the memories entered her mind. It had to be Convel, no one else could have his memories.
Crying hysterically now, she was broken more, in her state of mind, she wiped at her eyes, stuttering and sniffling. Was it Convel? It had to be Convel, but if he hated rape so much, why did he threaten her with it? She looked up at him as he spoke in that foreign tongue. She wished that that tongue would stop talking. Coughing a bit from crying too much, she looked up at him. “I don’t understand. Are you Convel? If you hate rape, why would you threaten me like that?” she hiccupped, wiping at her eyes again. “I don’t want to fight, I want to get there, and I want to go home. Can we get there?” she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, eyes which were brimming with new tears. “Please. I want to get there and go home.”
Walking forward, she wrapped her arms around his chest and started to cry again, needing something to calm her down.
|
|
phrostphyre
Junior Member
I'm the Rascal King.
Posts: 120
|
Post by phrostphyre on Jun 25, 2010 16:11:29 GMT -5
Convel felt her wrap around his chest, as tears flowed down his chest. His kilt's pleats had started to come undone after so much travelling, but that wasn't what occupied his attention. He held Mali close and let her cry, speaking in Gaelic as one would to a small child. His muscles, held so many times tense against the lash or holding a blade, relaxed in those moments. He picked her up and held her like a child, while the blue eyes never stopped searching for enemies and the tongue never stopped whispering in Gaelic. Rollo watched interestedly, while plotting wolfish devices and schemes in that wolfish head of his. Convel didn't know what to do except keep comforting Mali. His sister had never needed him to do this. Their mother had taken care of her. He sat down gently, then eased Mali into his lap, while she cried the entire time and the dragon glared at him.
|
|
Mali
Junior Member
A lady should never look up a man's skirt ... I mean kilt
Posts: 86
|
Post by Mali on Jun 25, 2010 17:22:03 GMT -5
Mali just cried. That was all that she could do to calm herself. She couldn’t focus on anything. She was so hurt and confused that nothing wanted to register. The words soothed her and her crying but nothing was understood. No sounds registered, no warmth registered, she just needed this thing that was calming her down. Kunna continued to glare at Convel. If only the giant idiot could hear what he was saying. He was cursing Convel for being so stupid and getting Mali in such a worked up state like this.
After a few moments, Mali regained her senses. Feeling the extreme amount of warmth, she looked up to see Convel there. Looking back down, she rested her head against his chest. He had hurt her so badly. How could he still be her friend? He hated rape yet he had threatened her with it. He had drugged her. He had kidnapped her. The answer was simple. Even though he didn’t hate her, he didn’t want to be friends with her any more. He wouldn’t have hurt her if he were still her friend. Wiping her eyes, she moved away from him a bit. “I’m sorry. You really scared and confused me.” Looking him in the eye, she gave a half-hearted smile before standing up. Kunna was at her side instantly, yapping that he wanted to look at her. She picked him up, walked to the other side of the fire, away from Convel, and allowed Kunna to do what he needed.
He searched her eyes, sniffing her face and nose, her mouth and ears. He then yapped into her ears, for which she flinched. Still conducting his investigation, Mali looked at Convel. Kunna used his paws to open her mouth and then to direct Mali’s eyes back to his. “I’m fine Kunna” she leaned forward and kissed his scaly head, and then he nuzzled his face to hers, like a cat would to their owner. “Don’t worry” she stayed with Kunna a little longer before she turned back to Convel. “Are we sleeping for the night?” she avoided his eyes, still scared of him.
[/blockquote][/blockquote]
|
|
phrostphyre
Junior Member
I'm the Rascal King.
Posts: 120
|
Post by phrostphyre on Jun 25, 2010 18:26:52 GMT -5
"Aye, ye can sleep tonight. My plaid is in the saddle bag, if ye need tae use it." Convel watched as she shared a tender moment with her lizard. Grinning at Rollo, Rollo nuzzled his hand, wanting petted. Convel obliged, then turned to make sure they hadn't been observed. Wouldn't want the despicable Alban to be known as human, would we? Rollo glared at the lizard, wanting to try his chances. Convel told him off in Gaelic, sounding like a cat hissing and spitting before a fight. Rollo growled at the lizard, then busied himself nosing about in the saddle bags. Convel watched for a moment, then stared north while the fire light flickered and Rollo came up with a piece of dried beef. His blue eyes sought answers, but there were none in the night staring back at him.
|
|
Mali
Junior Member
A lady should never look up a man's skirt ... I mean kilt
Posts: 86
|
Post by Mali on Jun 25, 2010 19:59:53 GMT -5
She was anxious and nervous to ask this question. She didn’t want to be rude to him, but after what happened this evening, she knew that she had to ask him. How could she go about asking him though, without offending him? “Convel . . . do you have anything, that doesn’t have your scent? It’s just, after what happened, I don’t . . . reminders. I’m sorry” she looked down, afraid of what he would say, how would he react? Mali hoped that wouldn’t be asking too much of him. Most of what he would have for warmth during the night would most likely smell like him. He only brought his items with him after all.
Settling down on the ground, Kunna wrapping himself in a ball in her arms, she looked over at Convel. “Do you . . . know how long it will be until we reach Uru’Baen?” it was killing her not knowing how long it would take. Hopefully it wouldn’t take any more days. She was tired of riding, waiting and thinking. She was scared shitless. Not just from what had happened earlier, but also what is going to happen. What do they want her for? Why would they need her? Why couldn’t they find someone else? It wasn’t fair. It was stressful. Why couldn’t they just tell her what was going to happen?
|
|
phrostphyre
Junior Member
I'm the Rascal King.
Posts: 120
|
Post by phrostphyre on Jun 25, 2010 20:31:33 GMT -5
"There's a kilt I have nae touched since leaving several weeks ago in the other one, along with some fish. When we leave in the morning, we should get there about High-Sun, or a bit after, depending upon when we leave." The kilt in question was of the dress tartan, meaning that Convel had only worn it once, and that several months ago. He rubbed bruised knuckles and watched as the moon flew higher into the sky. The pockmarks in it were probably from a massive giant hitting, he mused. The night birds in the surrounding copse of trees twittered, and Rollo paced, looking for the perfect spot to bed down, while the Alban watched and grew angry at his circumstances. Sure, he was now a tacksman to a fair laird, but he was kidnapping a friend that was scared pissless of him. The blue eyes glazed over with memory, of who he was, where he was from, and what he had done in Alba.
A memory of walking through a forest came, his sister asking him every single thing about the animals and plants they saw. A similar memory came, this time of him following his older brother, Willie, dead at eleven of the small pox. Convel carried a small wooden carved snake with the word C-O-N etched into the bottom. It was all he had left of his brother, and Convel treasured it above his dirk itself. He took it out and petted it, conjuring images of his brother, an older twin to himself.
|
|
Mali
Junior Member
A lady should never look up a man's skirt ... I mean kilt
Posts: 86
|
Post by Mali on Jun 25, 2010 20:47:44 GMT -5
Mali nodded her head and walked over to the bag and took out the over sized kilt. Saying a small, ‘thank you’ she walks back over to Kunna and made him a bed. She didn’t care about her warmth; she was going to hell tomorrow. However, she did care about Kunna. He was her only family. They may not be blood related and they may not be of the same species, but families didn’t need to have those things. They were connected in a far stronger way than that. She wasn’t willing to leave him for anything.
She curled up and went to bed, sleep soon claiming her. She knew that Convel wouldn’t try anything—he was opposed to rape—and so it was safe to so easily fall asleep. As long as things went okay, then they would be okay; right?
|
|
phrostphyre
Junior Member
I'm the Rascal King.
Posts: 120
|
Post by phrostphyre on Jun 25, 2010 21:43:25 GMT -5
He woke before dawn, and set about rekindling the fire. He glared at the girl and dragon, but decided to let them sleep. They'd need it more than he. Rollo woke with him and accompanied Convel as he checked the horses. All were calm and rested. He glanced at the girl, sighs, and moves towards them, both wrapped in his kilt. He nudged her gently with his boot-clad foot, and spoke.
"Wake up, lassie and ower-grown lizard. Today's the day ye enter Uru'Baen." Convel's eyes took in the distance, processing a faint glitter of smoke on the horizon, a black dot moving north to the west, and an eagle winging it's way on eaglely business. He helped Mali mount Donas, then he mounted his other horse and the moved north while the fire smoldered and died out. The hours passed and noon hit, with Uru'Baen two miles away. Convel took the unresisting Mali and tied her hands once more, then popped her hood up, hiding her ears. He spurred all the horses into a gallop, eating the two miles quickly. As the city grew even larger, Convel concentrated upon getting in. The guards wanted to know where he got the horses. He answered with a quick "Stole 'em from the Varden", and that got him in. He lead the string of horses towards the citadel, meaning to present Mali to Pravus in a quiet room.
|
|