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Post by Adwen Earna on Nov 13, 2008 23:50:10 GMT -5
What brings you to stalking me along the coast line Lady Adwen Earna? Have I done something which merits your supervision?
"Mayhap I patrol my charge's borders Lord Dracul." Adwen's voice was hard and her eyes were ice. She knew exactly who this boy was. She had known the moment he had said his name. He was not a lord. He was a prince, a former king of Transylvania. He was taking a great risk coming onto this land where there were so many who would gladly relieve him of his head. He had a spine, but he was beginning to annoy her. "You go onto enemy lands, but you don't know who owns what land."
Adwen drew her arm up slowly and pointed in the direction of the castle. She could see it clear as day. He might be able to make out the faint outline of it. "The castle of Lachlann Morabiz...my charge. Are you sure it is wise now for you to question me my motives? I have been good to you in my own way young one, but do not try my patience. I have little of it."
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Nov 14, 2008 22:31:49 GMT -5
He followed her pointed hand, to the outline of something tall in the distance. He then turned his calm, even gaze back to her, listening to her speak. He felt an anger and fire in her voice, and yet her gaze was so deathly calm, so icy that it chilled him at the same time. So he did wander into enemy territory, but he was on official business. He tilted his head at her, his eyes moving to the still waters, before the wave carried his reflection away. “I’m here on official business Lady. I’m not a simple common stray wandering unknown borders.”
As for the place she protected, he simply kept his gaze on her, his hazel eyes seemingly uncaring. “I don’t know borders of land, but If I’m in one, I’ll leave if you find it your charge to murder those who tread accidentally upon such land.” Which seemed to be her eventual goal. To avoid an impending doom, he tapped Keska’s sides, and the horse turned sharply, pushing into a canter, then back to a trot, making his way back to the land, but Mircea didn’t leave, he stopped the Horse on land, closer to the woman now, yet making the horse prance a bit, moving his back legs before his fore, “Shall I simply leave, or request permission to.” He had a smile cross his face, an arrogant amused one. He would be faster than her, in any case, mounted he could race his stallion across the sands at speeds that would leave anyone tripping over their own feet.
It was all on her now, he supposed. If she would let him go, if she would relax, or if she wanted a fight. Granted he would much rather meet an Ottoman and sit and talk with them versus going about trying to make enemies with every single one of them. But he had been right since the beginning, him and Vlad both. Ottomans were foolish and arrogant, they were too simple minded, they didn’t think past fight or run, clearly evident in this woman’s brash attitude towards him. Mircea didn’t suspect much though, even as he kept Keska facing the woman, ready for her to come charging at him.
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Post by Adwen Earna on Nov 14, 2008 23:52:12 GMT -5
Adwen watched as he came closer. She was very still, only as still as a vampire could be. She didn't even breath. She watched his every move carefully. He was so certain that she wanted to fight. Did he even believe that she was one of the Ottoman people of this place? Odd assumption it was. The boy was probably foolish enough to believe it though. Shall I simply leave, or request permission to?
"Arrogant pup," Adwen growled as she watched the smile dance across his face. She knew she shouldn't do it. Acacia wouldn't approve. Lachlann wouldn't approve. Usually she wouldn't even approve. This was an exception though. She had no intention of killing this boy, but she also did not feel like allowing him to leave thinking he had the upper hand. He needed to be shown to respect his betters...or at least his elders. Adwen surged forward and grabbed the horse's reins jerking down to control the beast. "I don't kill children."
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Nov 15, 2008 0:41:20 GMT -5
Mircea knew it was coming, and as soon as she moved forward, he was ready, but not quite for how fast she moved. Yet as soon as her hands were on Keska’s reins the horse let his head be jerked down out of shock and surprise, but then he threw his head upwards, tugging the reins as he did so, Mircea took the mane of the stallion, clasping on with a vice grip. As Keska threw his body upward in a rear Mircea reached forward, knowing the one trick to get reins unstuck from anything, taught by a fellow friend who was now a soldier. As Keska threw his head up and back as much as he could Mircea pushed his body forward on the horse, hands catching the bridle, yanking the strap loose. The leather gear slid from the horse’s head, and Keska stumbled back a few steps before landing harshly, tossing his head out of reach. Mircea however, didn’t manage to keep a strong enough hold on the saddle, and before he landed unceremoniously on his ass, he slid off, and landed on his knee’s instead.
He stood upright, Keska having spun well out of reach for the weapon, but Mircea knew how to defend himself with his body, so he stood, and knee’s slightly bent in a ready position he kept his gaze hard on the woman. She looked naught but 20, maybe 23 at the most, so he was curious why she kept calling him a pup, and a child, and a boy. He took a few steps back from her as he heard Keska closing in behind him. “What are you?” Was his first whispered question, before he said a firmer one, one she was meant to hear. “Where does your allegiance lie?”
If she was Ottoman, he would either grab his weapon from Keska, or he would leave, knowing he was thick in the territory. If she was neutral, claiming no side, he would try to more civilly work the situation out, and if she were Transylvanian, he would definitely make peace. But with the way she acted, she didn’t seem very…friendly, or hospitable for that manner.
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Post by Adwen Earna on Nov 15, 2008 0:57:54 GMT -5
Adwen swore under her breath when Mircea came up with his move. This young one was an ingenuitive pup. She could easily let him go right now and be content with it knowing that he would probably only die through deception or outnumbered forces. Then he slid off his horse and onto his kness. Adwen laughed at that.
What are you? She caught the whispered question and her eyes went hard again. She cursed softly under her breath. This was the last thing she needed. She didn't want to have to kill him, but to protect Acacia and Lachlann, she'd kill every last person on the Earth. Where does your allegiance lie?
"My allegiance?" She demanded with a hiss. "My allegiance lies with Lachlann Morabiz and the Lady Baron of Braidwood. No one else. If I believe you to be a threat to them never doubt that I will not hesitate to kill you. Otherwise, I should have no reason to kill you princeling."
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Nov 15, 2008 1:46:35 GMT -5
Her allegiance didn’t lie with Transylvanian or Ottoman empires exactly. He could handle that, it meant she was neutral, which didn’t always mean friendly. Evident by her reactions. He took another step back however, and signaled Keska to stop behind him, which the horse did, skidding to a halt beside his master. “Then you have no reason to kill me” He spoke firmly, matter-of-factly. He had no intention of killing any of the people that she had stated, or even posing any sort of threat to them at all. “I have no intention of harming any of the names you’ve listed, in fact, I have no intention of harming anyone for that matter.” He spoke with an edge to his words, an irritated one. This whole, seaside walk had turned into hell in a hand basket, and he honestly was ready to tear earth home, and sleep beside his wife once more.
“Now, If you don’t mind, I’d like to change this hostile air to something less…thick.” He stood up, yet he was still poised. “Just who exactly, are this Lady and Lord you so willingly protect?” He spoke firm, but he held one hand up. “I just would like to know. I’m a curious bastard…I have no other intentions than just to know” He figured it was best to get that out, less she start accusing him of more horrible things that he never meant to imply. So far it seemed like that’s where she was trying to go with everything, get him in trouble and get him all tripped up. He didn’t want a fight, he just wanted a relaxing walk on the sea…
Was that so hard to acquire?
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Post by Adwen Earna on Nov 15, 2008 2:05:23 GMT -5
When he called himself a curious bastard, Adwen couldn't help but smirk. She would be very sad if she had to kill this one. He amused her greatly. She would have to be delicate in answering his question. That had beens something that Adwen had never been good at. That had always been Acacia's department. She wished for a moment that her twin was there before she dashed the thoughts from her mind.
"I told you, the Lady Baron is my sister...my twin sister. The Lord is our charge, Lachlann Morabiz. We helped raise him from infancy. He is our child." Adwen chuckled at that when she thought about how Lachlann was really six and twenty, not a child at all according to the standards of the "normal world." Adwen and Acacia weren't a part of the normal world though. They were part of the supernatural world.
"And since you have given said you will not harm them, I will not kill you...nor attack you unless you make it necessary. Mayhap I shall even see you safely home?" She suggested raising a delicate, but imperious eyebrow.
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Nov 15, 2008 16:42:14 GMT -5
Alright, so her sister, twin sister was a noble lady, and her…lord…was a child? Mircea stared quite a long moment at the woman before knitting his brows, trying to figure out the puzzle she just spoke. How could she be naught but 24 to his eyes, and yet her and her twin sister had a child they raised who was a lord? The title of lord you had to be older…at least…most cultures ran that way. Perhaps he was confused…but he didn’t think he was. Which left one answer to the riddle. She was not what she seemed. To his history knowledge, Werewolves and Vampires were the longest living beings…which left her in the status as one of the two. Just fantastic…
Though he did crack a slight grin as she said how since he posed no threat to her charges, she wouldn’t kill him, nor hurt him unless deemed necessary. Mircea rose a brow at her, a smile edging his lips. “I meant no one harm, and I’ll stand by that.” He relaxed his body more, and reached to take Keska’s nose in his hand, the horse blew hot air into the palm of his master, and leaned his head down, relaxing. “I would say I’m honored to have you escort me home, so long as your word is just that, and not a false one.” His comment was clear, both in what he said and his gaze. She best not be lying about not harming him, he wouldn’t mind the company home, in fact, it would be nice….even after her unfriendly greeting.
“I can’t resist the question, so I must ask. Have you ever been to Transylvania?” He knelt down slowly, picking up the loose rein that rested in the sands and shook it out, before turning back to Keska, and placing the gear back on. Luck rest on him for it having not broken during the pulling and quick release from the stallion’s mighty head. Once it was on, he took the reins, and gestured for her to begin the walk along the shore. Hopefully the two could have a peaceful conversation, perhaps even become more than hostile acquaintances…
Mircea could be pushing it, but he wouldn’t’ deny that’s what he was hoping…let alone hoping he made it to his wife’s bed tonight.
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Post by Adwen Earna on Nov 15, 2008 20:03:41 GMT -5
"I do not lie," Adwen growled annoyed. "I have lied once in my life and that was for the protection of my sister. I would never lie for any other reason than to protect those I love. You have not threatened them. Therefore I will not lie to you nor will I kill you," Adwen said shrugging. "There is no reason to."
I can’t resist the question, so I must ask. Have you ever been to Transylvania?
Adwen watched as the boy took the gear that had dropped from his horse and replaced it. She waited until they were walking down the seashore before she spoke again. "I have not yet been to Transylvania. Though I have been wanting to go there. We were to go there before these Ottomans came to the castle. I taught Lachlann well though," she said proudly. "He proved himself to them with is ruthlessness in battle. As a reward, he not only kept our castle, but also gained a bride and a new name. I know that Acacia does not like this. She hates seeing her child in danger of dying in battle. She hates even more that I was the one to train him, but it could not be helped."
Adwen sighed and stared up at the stars. She knew her sister would eventually forgive her, but it would take time...lucky, time was something that Adwen and Acacia had plenty of.
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Nov 15, 2008 23:31:18 GMT -5
Mircea smiled, slightly in disappointment. He found Transylvania to be the most beautiful place on earth, naturally he was biased towards it, but he would never feel any different, no matter what. Nothing compared to the rolling beauty that was Transylvania’s countryside. She did state however that she had been wanting to go there, and with her offer of joining him to his home, he could say that she would finally have the chance to at least see the country, perhaps not live in it’s luxury, but be able to be washed over in it’s giving air and lavishing earth. “You’d like it there…At least, I believe you would...rolling hills, a misty fog in the morning, a lush, rich taste to the air at night…she’s a beautiful land.” He smiled, turning to look at her before he ran his hand along Keska’s neck.
He listened to her talk about her sister and the child, and hearing how he was in battle, had him even more confused, but more solid on the idea that she was not human. He simply nodded to her. War was nothing to be enjoyed, by the man fighting, or the man sitting aside. It was dangerous, obviously it could lead to death, dismemberment, all sorts of terrible things in the end. Mircea knew, he was a man of war himself, perhaps, not like most soldiers, but he had seen a war, led a war and fought in one. He trained himself daily for another war, and never let his guard down, even now, walking beside the woman he was keeping close watch on her steps, and her body, and keeping a few feet between them, two at least.
“Understandable…war is nothing to take lightly.” He caught her gazing to the stars, and he chose to glance up briefly, before turning his eyes to the waves. “You must be a very good fighter to train one man to fend off such enemies, tis not easy.” He knew. For sure he knew. Many of his trainers failed to do what Mircea needed, so he turned right to the military itself, then began teaching himself, and putting his trainers to shame. To teach one man to fight enough to survive…it took an exceptional amount of skill and dedication, Adwen must be very, very good.
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