Private Role-Play Flirtatious Wanderings

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  1. Paladin_girl

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    She didn't look at him, pausing momentarily amidst fastening her jerkin at the sound of his voice. Soon enough, she tightened the garment against her, pushing the tent's flaps open to peer outside.

    'It would be easier,' she replied, 'you have better things to focus on now.'
     
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    Rath sighed softly as he lifted himself from the cot and began to dress quickly while speaking softly, "One task doesn't outweigh everything else. My mind and my heart are large enough to show concern for you both and no matter what you say, you won't be far from my mind ever, and you will always be in my heart." When he finished dressing he approached her slowly and held out his right hand, the glass dagger rested lightly on his palm with the necklace curled neatly beneath it, "I don't know why you threw this down last night, but it appears to be important."
     
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    On glancing at the little object, the she-wolf's eyes betrayed a look of pain, as if she were more likely to paw it away from her sight than simply look away. She was quiet for a moment until she outstretched a calloused hand and deftly closed the man's hand over the dagger.

    'It's old,' she answered, adding doubtfully, 'and worthless.'

    A pause. Then:

    'Inside that dagger is a dove's feather. If you are so keen on finding me, look for a dove.' She made to brusquely open the tent's tarp. 'Keep it until then – and if we never see one another again...'

    She made no attempt to finish.
     
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    The words stung the rogue's ears and he wanted to pester her to finish her sentence but he knew she wouldn't, even if he asked a hundred times. If she kept something silent it was meant to stay that way. He would just have to prove whatever she meant to say wrong by finding her. The hand was withdrawn slowly and the necklace placed carefully within a pouch on his belt, but the fingers remained closed tightly when he withdrew his hand and held it back out to her. Though it appeared as if he were once again offering Dain the glass dagger, Rath was holding something else in his fist. "I'll keep it, on one condition," his tone offered her no room for refusal, "I saw the flowers, Dain, Niscar showed them to me. They were stunning. She told me that my giving you a gift distressed you because you had nothing to give in return, and thus you had tended to those flowers to make up for it. If you truly believe that, then I take your necklace as a gift, and thus must give one in return."

    He glanced to his hand and his voice softened considerably as an old sorrow crept into the lines of his eyes and cheeks, "I have something for you. It... it used to belong to someone very special, but she gave it back when she died, saying," his voice wavered slightly, "Saying, with a smile no less, that it was useless for her to keep it because she couldn't take it with her. She didn't want it stolen. I had called her my heart when I gave her this and she gave me my heart back when she returned it." His eyes moved upwards to find Dain's, "Rosalyn... told me to find someone else to give it to, she made me promise when I took it." He opened his hand slowly and a silver and gemstone bracelet lay in his palm. The colorful stones had once been roses, Rosalyn's favorite flower, but now it bore stones cut and shaped as Misty Rainbows. The Gael had done a wonderful job fixing it for him. "I'll trade you, this, for your necklace."
     
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    'I didn't want them to die.'

    Dain quickly averted her face from the rogue's, her eyebrows creasing at the mention of the flowers. Her cheeks heated in realisation, her fingers grasping the tarp tighter, a fang drawing against the bottom of her lip. Softly, she rested a hand against a pouch, gently squeezing it, a painful look passing her features before she gently shook her head.

    'That is Rosalyn's gift to you. I can't take it.' She offered a half-hearted smile. 'I'm not on her level – so I won't take it.'
     
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    "It was mine to her," Rath's voice was solemn, "She couldn't take it with her when she died so she gave it back. Dain, I made her a promise." Moisture stung his eyes but it had not yet begun to bead into rain drops. He fixed her with his clouded gaze, a storm threatening to brew in the sky within his eyes, "It's an insult to her to refuse, and hurtful to me. With this comes my feelings. I know Midgard is rough and there is little room for emotions and kind gestures in such a place but I know how you feel, even if you can't tell me. You are not a product of that place. Please," his whisper was barely audible, "don't refuse this gift, even if you must say no to a million others."
     
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    The Midgardian frowned, her teeth grinding tightly against one another. She narrowed her dark eyes momentarily, until noticing that the sky within the rogue's had blurred. His tone had left her uncomfortable, despite the quiet rage brewed from his unintended insult.

    You don't know.

    She reached out, taking the bracelet gingerly from his palm, staring at the bracelet in silence. Her right hand brushed across the precious metal, her fingers caressing the deliberate dents and embellishments within it. Her lips trembled, noise barely escaping them.
     
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    Rath was fearful of Dain's fierce expression but visible relief swept over his face as she took the bracelet from his palm. His own expression softened as he watched her touch the stones gently. He couldn't understand the noises she made or if she spoke but a glance caught the tremble of her lips. She was swept into the rogue's arms with a soft rustle of cloth and the creak of strained leather as he pulled her to his chest. There wasn't anything he could think to say that would sound right or that she would want to hear at the moment so he said nothing. He drew her closer and held her gently, allowing her the comfort of hiding against his chest if she desired it.
     
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    The wolf didn't push the man back, her cheek resting against his chest. In the silence which fell upon their shoulders, the she-warrior listened to the soft beating residing against her ear, a drum of life seeming to certify more than just the rogue's state of health. No, this was more to her. She grasped the bracelet firmly. It was the best sound in the world – the one that she would remember, even if all words faded into wind.

    The bracelet felt strange; awkward in her hands. This was fit for dancers. A dancer, the item fluid and softly-set, even as the metal rested cold between her calloused fingers. What could she do with such a trinket?

    Damn you, Knife Ears, grumbled Dain in her thoughts, you said too much.

    She gently relinquished herself from his grasp, fixing the jewel around her left wrist before picking up his cloak. She recalled a time before they had left to face impossible foes before – and just like then, she enveloped the crimson around her, the scents of deserts, battles and taverns flooding to her nose before she could stop them. Her smile was hidden by the red cloth, soft and sentimental as it was obscured from sight. Nothing could stop the unnoticed traces of blood reddening her cheeks.

    And damn you too, Condarrion.

    She shed the cocoon of crimson from her shoulders, softly wrapping it around the rogue's, fastening it carefully, as if it were made from the web of a motherspider.

    'Return... or I will hunt you myself.'

    I want to hear that drum against my cheek again.

    She didn't stop to wait this time, passing through the tarp like a ghost.

    It was time to return to being an outlander.
     
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    The tent flap opened. Rislyn's ears perked, and the horses lifted their heads. Her eyes locked on Dain's form, staring her down. Beside her, Firemouth whinnied. Rislyn stood straighter, her face hiding all emotion.

    In the back of her mind, she could feel the warriors energy crackle through the air. A dark jolt that tasted of wolf bit along her aura. Rislyn brushed it away, taking a half step forward Dain.
     
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    Rath was sad to release her, though he knew they couldn't delay the trip any longer. He owed Rislyn an apology already. His eyes brightened when he regarded his love, wrapped as she was in his cloak and hidden from his view, and he offered her the kindness of his adverted gaze for he knew exactly why she hid herself. There was most likely a smile on her face and maybe even a blush on her cheeks, or so he hoped because such thoughts made his heart beat faster and the blood in his cheeks sting as well. His own smile was kept from her view as he had turned to check the tent for anything he might be forgetting but his attention was quickly brought back to her as he felt the cloak drape over his body. She turned before he could snatch her again, as he suspected she would, and he now stood alone in his tent. Despite the rising heat of desert, the hot sands already scorching even in the morning hours, the rogue suddenly felt cold. He frowned deeply. They hadn't even left yet and he already felt that way? Rosalyn was probably laughing at him.

    His eyes dropped to the crimson fabric that engulfed his form and he noticed the garment suddenly felt heavy and unnecessary. When he stepped from the tent the desert heat hit him with renewed vigor, as if it could sense his chills and sought to burn him alive for his insolence. He quickly tore the cloak from his shoulders, making sure the golden rose that had fastened it in place remained within the fabric and made his way towards Dain. He knew now what he had to do. The cloak had served its purpose. The symbol was no longer needed. He could easily discard the crimson fabric, but something that had meant so much at one point deserved better.

    He saw Rislyn in the distance watching them intently as she made to approach Dain, he offered her an apologetic smile motioned for her to wait a few more moments before shooing off an impatient Firemouth as he came alongside the rogue with an annoyed snort. He spoke as he walked when he caught up to the Midgardian, "Dain, about my cloak. I want you to have it as well, now before you get mad at me, it's not a gift. I'm getting rid of it either way, I don't need it anymore. It... it has a lot of meaning, or rather, it had a lot of meaning. I've resolved everything it stood for and now it weighs heavy on my shoulders. I had always planned to relinquish it one day, but now it seems a shame to throw it away. If you don't want it, you can throw it away, but I'd rather you kept it."
     
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    Dain caught the sight of Rislyn before Rath's voice cut across, making the she-warrior turn to face him. Her eyes dropped to the scarlet, brightened by the sun, before she nodded firmly, not showing how the offer had pleased her, her face becoming stoic. Gently however, she reached out, fumbling with the brooch that clutched the fabric around the rogue, pulling it away to draw it across her shoulders tightly, the scent of her lover wafting across her nose in that moment, following closely behind the familiar scent of battle, blood and sweat. Only a warrior could tell the glory behind it. And the shame.

    She had taken it now, her hand having grasped it like she would a hand and had embraced it tightly against herself.

    The man had shed a cocoon.

    She would make it her shield.

    She nodded in understanding; a quiet respect between warriors which had remained steadfast ever since they had met. Her smile was strange.

    'Rasan,' she called to Rath the horse. The steed trotted over, sniffing the fabric for a moment before resting his great head across Firemouth's back, clearly not in a state to leave. Dain shrugged faintly before glancing at Rislyn.

    'Keep safe. Keep strong. Tear that bear to pieces – or I'll have to show you how it's done.'
     
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    Rath felt instantly lighter on his feet when Dain removed the cloak from his shoulders and draped it across her own. The sight of her engulfed by the crimson fabric warmed his heart and freed his mind from a past that had haunted him for years. She had accepted an old symbol and he hoped she would make it a symbol for herself, though whatever the meaning she gave it would most likely end up a secret. His expression was thankful and tender as he returned her understanding nod. He stepped past her silently as she addressed Rislyn, not wishing to interrupt her again but still desiring a final gesture before they parted. The axiom of them meeting again needed no further repeating and a farewell was too permanent so he didn't speak, but as he passed her Rath leaned down, subtle movements carried him closer, and kissed her cheek lightly. The action happened quickly and he had already turned to Firemouth.

    He gave Firemouth a gentle pat, letting his rough hand caress the wild mane of his steed before leading him away from Dain and Rislyn. The horse offered a soft whinny of protest as he was drawn away from one Rath by another. His large, dark orbs focused on his son as he reluctantly allowed himself to be lead away by his owner. It was strange, the rogue thought, to see how sobering fatherhood had been for his energetic, carefree horse. Firemouth had always been a handful and his dislike of all males had caused quite a few problems, yet here he was, not only fond of another male horse, but reluctant to leave him as well. "You'll see him again," Rath spoke softly as he walked slowly through the camp, thanking every Gael he passed, "when our journey with Rislyn is done, we're going to find them. For now, Rislyn will want to talk to Dain before we leave. Lets you and I be prepared to go when the time comes, it won't be easy after this."
     
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    Rislyn watched man and horse walk away, feeling slightly relieved. He did have a way of making things harder. Even more so than the women did.

    The goddess turned to Dain. Suddenly, she had no words for what she wanted to convey. Despite how weak she knew Dain would think her, the fox-goddess threw her arms around the warriors neck, hugging her close.

    "Don't worry about us. I'll protect him, so he can find you again. And I'll be fine," she whispered, squeezing tight enough that the human couldn't escape. "I've got a plan, I wont let him get me. And when it's all over, I owe you a drink, your choice of places. Fly far, Dain. Don't let them catch you. I'll never forgive you if you get killed. I'll end up taking care of that moron for the rest of his life out of guilt."
     
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    Dain watched the rogue leave, having left his trace against her cheek. She smirked faintly before finding that the fox had taken the opportunity to embrace the wolf closely. The warrior stood there for a moment before awkwardly putting her arms around the girl's shoulders, listening to her with calm. She resisted a chuckle.

    'As if anything could really kill me and get away with it – and if I'm caught, that is their undoing. I won't let them take your life. Or his.'

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    She relinquished the goddess carefully, as if she were made out of glass, before the she-warrior's back straightened, her stoicism returning in moments, as if she were bracing for a tide. The violet eyes did not leave the fox's form for a moment before beckoning Rath the horse. He reluctantly came to her, often looking back towards Firemouth and Rhonin forlornly.

    Dain brushed the weary horse's mane gently, offering Rislyn a faint smile. A friend's smile. She swept onto the mount's waiting back, the crimson cloak like a river, waving softly in the artificial wind. Once Rath had steadied, the she-warrior gave the fox a stern nod.

    'Tell me a story when you're done killing the bear. Until then... survive – and goodbye.'

    With that, Dain softly nudged the stubborn horse into motion. He reeled back, trumpeting into the air before he and his rider thundered across the yellow plains, the sunlight catching a glare of metal around the warrior's wrist as she followed the kites to her fate.
     
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    Rislyn watched her go for several minutes, until even her far-seeing eyes had lost the fluttering cloak. Nodding, she leaped onto Rhonin's back, nudging the horse into a sedate trot through the camp.

    Finding Rath, she dismounted, and approached slowly. "She's gone, and it's time. We've got a long way to travel. We must exit the desert, and ride hard, it's two days to a place where I can open a dimensional gate. Don't pack much, we can resupply there, better things than we have here." Her voice was flat, and she didn't look at him, instead choosing to survey their surroundings, as if looking for trouble. On her fur, standing out vividly in the mornings light, the tattoos pulsed. Just something to get used to, she supposed.
     
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    Rath had dismounted at the edge of the camp after speaking with an elder about Doc. The old man had seemed incredibly pleased to meet someone who called the gunslinger friend and almost didn't let the rogue go until he mentioned how important it was for him to be ready to go immediately. The trumpet was unmistakable when it reached his ears. He turned quickly and caught sight of Dain charging into the distance. The clear sky in his eyes grew darker and solemn as he watched the crimson fabric that had once been his disappear across the sands. Rislyn's presence didn't go unnoticed when she approached and spoke, but evenso the rogue was silent and his eyes remained on the spot he had watched Dain disappear.

    He brought his left arm up, the metal plates of his Slaye armor glaring in the sunlight as he moved, and slowly drew a line across the center of his chest with his index finger, stopping at his heart and tapping it once. His gauntleted hand rotated slightly before he brought it to his brow and placed the edge of his forefinger against his temple, keeping it and his middle finger extended while curling thumb, ring and pinky back as he inhaled softly. "Until we meet again," the words were soft and a smile extended across his lips as he spoke. The Slaye farewell was incomplete, but he feared completing it would be too tempting for fate to pass up, so he left off the words 'in this life, or the next' when he made his final gesture to Dain.

    The salute was held for only a moment and when he dropped his arm and turned to regard Rislyn his expression was a mystery. He offered her tattoo a suspicious glance before pulling himself into Firemouth's saddle and gesturing at the lightly loaded saddlebags, "The Gael offered many things, but I only took what we needed, if we eat right what they gave us will last two days easily. If we need more, I seem to recall you being a skillful hunter," a ghost of a smile passed his lips as he turned towards her while he spoke.
     
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    She nodded. "Easy to catch things that trust you. Are you ready?" She placed a hand on Rhonin's back. The black stallion wore no adornments. The gifts the Gael had given her had been returned, with her gratitude, and the simple explanation of, "I just cant take it with me right now."
     
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    "The real question here is," Rath's face was grave and his voice suddenly serious as he spoke, his grip tightening on the reins until the leather restraints creaked with his strained gloves, "Are you?" He only offered her a faint second to ponder his sudden change of tone before he offered her a sharp grin and put his boots to Firemouth's sides with a sudden, "Heh-ya!" The eager thoroughbred let out a roar of a trumpet, calling long and loud as he took off like a bullet over the sands. As the great clouds of dust billowed out behind him Rath couldn't help but call out as well. The powerful Slaye war cry left the rogue like a declaration of excitement and strength and it carried well over the desert sands.

    "Whaaaaaaooooooo-hoooooooo!"
     
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    Rislyn was on Rhonin's back in less than a second, her legs gripping his belly as he took off after his father and the rogue. She felt her dark cloak billow out behind her, fur rippling along with the cloth and her blood red hair.

    They caught up to the older stallion quickly, and the pair galloped onward for several miles in silence. Finally, Rislyn spoke. "Basic plan: Get in, kill things. Get out. I doubt it will go that smoothly, though. Any better ideas?"