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Post by Adwen Earna on Nov 16, 2008 1:51:09 GMT -5
Adwen's grin was wicked and twisted at the thought of war. She didn't mind fighting. She enjoyed it in her own way. She knew it was in part because of what she was, what she had become. Another part might have been that she had gained the vengeful and dangerous nature that her sister lacked. She didn't know which was more reason, but they were probably the two most likely causes.
"I am very good. But then again, I've had lots of practice." The look in her eyes was feral for a moment. Then she looked away and blinked. It was a really good thing she had drank earlier. She would have been far too dangerous otherwise. "I've had quite a bit of practice young one. Just pray you are never my enemy." She whispered the last part. It wasn't meant as a threat, but a genuine caring warning. She didn't want to kill this child. He dind't seem like such a bad person after all.
Adwen continued walking at the younger man's side. Anticipation was welling inside of her. She was feeding her wunderlust. It was necessary for her. One of the reasons why her twin had uprooted and moved to what was now the Ottoman Empire anyway. She had been hoping to visit Transylvania since she had first heard of it. She had a chance and she would take it. Her sister would forgive her. Acacia always did.
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Nov 17, 2008 20:58:32 GMT -5
He smiled at her, both of how confident she was, and how she said she had years of practice. The lust for war was in her eye, and he knew that kind of person very well. One who loved to fight, who craved the adrenaline of the challenge, the one who would sooner swing a sword than speak. Clearly evident by their greeting. Her warning of how he should never wish to be her enemy had him chuckling lightly. “No, I can assure you I most would not.” He turned his gaze to the shoreline, watching the inky blackness of the sea wash up in frothy crests before being sucked back in, as if it were breathing.
“I envy the Ottomans for this alone, the beautiful sea. Do you come around it often?” He turned his gaze back to her, a softer look in his eyes and on his face. The sea, it was something he loved to look at from a distance, and to finally be this up close to the water, to have felt it lapping against his boots was something he envied even now as he walked the sand, away from it. Even though he was returning to his beloved Transylvania, which he would’ve killed to go back to, he would probably, once a treaty was in full effect, come back to visit the Sea often. It’s beauty was majestic, and it could nearly rival the mountains and hills of his homeland.
“I would say…If it was closer to home and not in enemy land…I would probably come by it more often…probably every night if I could.” He smiled as he looked at it once more. Feeling a longing stir in his bones as he walked further and further away from it. The phantom like feeing of the water that lapped against him still on his legs, smelling the Sea on the wind was going to be another long lost scent, but he could survive…for a little while.
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Post by Adwen Earna on Nov 17, 2008 22:30:17 GMT -5
Adwen shook her head so quickly that he wouldn't be able to see it. He had chuckled at her the poor foolish child. He thought he knew what he was dealing with in her, but he didn't. If she was still human, he would have been right. He would have been fine even. But she wasn't human. She hadn't been human for a long time either. Though he was wise in one sense. He didn't want to be her enemy.
"Of course I come to the sea boy. My charge's castle is on the sea. Why wouldn't I go there? I do live there after all. If you ever find yourself in danger in this land, come to our castle. Tell them that you have the blessing of the Lord Lady Earna and they'll permit you in. No one will be allowed to harm you. They could try, but if I'm in residence...they will not necessarily live." The look in her eyes was dark and foreboding. It spoke of death and fear. She had had to go amongst and army before to teach them a lesson. Poor Lachlann had been nine. It was after that that she had trained the boy.
"Do you frequently visit enemy lands on your own little prince? I'm surprised your family would allow you to take such a risk young one. Or don't they know that you're here?"
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Nov 19, 2008 14:05:03 GMT -5
“I thank you for your gracious offer Lady Earna, if I be in danger along this land, I will surely take you up on that offer.” He tilted his head at her with a smile, before turning it to the faint shoreline now, feeling the earth beneath his feet shift as they made their way past the sea, making their trip back to Transylvania, back to the safety and sanctity of Mircea’s lands. If he made it home, and made it back to Elena, he would vow one sure thing of himself, Never to visit the Ottoman Empire again, and never be along the shores of the Black Sea when he did, at least…at night.
“They do in fact know I am here. I came to speak with some of the nobles of the Ottoman empire on some issues regarding our King. While they seemed to take most of it as a joke, I made my point clear, and before I returned home, I felt the need to visit the Black Sea. Hence my late night visit, and fortunate encounter with you.” He glanced back at the woman beside him, then turned it forward, keeping his gaze either on the earthy horizon, or on the ground his feet were treading.
“Tell me more about your Lord Charge…and these battles you have faced, you seem so youthful to speak in such a wizened way. Though I can say I do not doubt your claims nor your skill. I’m sure you could best an entire army if you so decided.” He grinned in her direction, trying to lighten the mood, as well as figure out just what exactly she was that she could be calling him young, and boy. Considering he was a Prince, and 26 years old.
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Post by Adwen Earna on Nov 19, 2008 23:09:03 GMT -5
Adwen listened to the young man speak. He had taken a risk even if the meeting was scheduled as he said it was. The Ottomans could be traitorous. The only reason that they didn't touch Lachlann or the twins was because Lachlann had proved himself and married one of their own. Whatever faults the Ottomans had, they wouldn't touch the daughter's of one of their own high-ranking mean if it could be avoided. Leaving the Earnas and Lachlann alone was never a good idea.
"My lord charge was born as Lachlann of Braidwood. His cousin is the Baron of Braidwood. Lachlann's parents died of disease when he was child. Acacia and I nursed the young babe back to health. We claimed him as our own and no one contested us for good reason. When he was nine, the boy was taken captive. I got him back at great cost to those who took him. They will not approach Braidwood lands now for fear that our land is cursed," Adwen's grin was dark and feral at that. "After that day, I began teaching Lachlann how to fight. He was a good pupil and is a dangerous man now. It was so odd to call him a man, but he was.
"As for my battles....they have been many, but not frequent. I only fight when necessary. I kill when it is needed. And I do not cringe from that duty. I have killed a man with my bare hands for harming my sister. He was the first that I ever killed. I admit...I enjoyed being the cause of his death. And I would do it again given the chance. Never doubt that."
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Post by Mircea Dracul II on Dec 7, 2008 0:55:50 GMT -5
Mircea listened silently for some time as she spoke. His mind watching the path they were taking back towards Transylvania, his hand on the horse, while the reins were looped about his wrist. To feel the beast beneath his fingertips helped ground Mircea to the world, after all, when a vampire strode at your side, speaking of how they had killed and enjoyed it, there was a slight feeling of confusion, of earthbound loss. It was unusual. His sister was a vampire, but she'd never touch him, that was his sister after all. This woman was something different, something feral that gave him a slight edge of fear. After all, she could turn on a dime and kill him with a bite if she so wished.
"I do not doubt it. I have killed myself, many a man for threatening my wife or myself. It's part of the life of a warrior or soldier i suppose. Death is something that we eventually see as plain as day. It's another part of the twisted world we live in. We die to live and live to die. A vicious cycle that no god can deny us of. Yet more so, we kill to live, or let others live, Perhaps that's the way of life, someone must die for others to live. Don't you suppose so?" He tilted his head in her direction. It was a confusing idea, but it made sense at the same time.
It was an idea that he pondered often, and yet, he never really figured it out. He supposed that he would one day, but for now, he was content doing whatever it took to live, and so his wife could live as well.
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Post by Adwen Earna on Dec 7, 2008 3:29:00 GMT -5
I do not doubt it. I have killed myself, many a man for threatening my wife or myself. It's part of the life of a warrior or soldier i suppose. Death is something that we eventually see as plain as day. It's another part of the twisted world we live in. We die to live and live to die. A vicious cycle that no god can deny us of. Yet more so, we kill to live, or let others live, Perhaps that's the way of life, someone must die for others to live. Don't you suppose so?
Adwen let silence strech between them. She knew her thoughts on this. She had had a long time to think about many things. This had been one of them. She could outwrite scholars on some of the things she had thought of. It was a good thing that she was not a scholar. Adwen sighed and looked up at the sky as they walked. She needed to speak. The silence was growing...uncomfortable.
"Yes, others must die for some to live. But in some cases this is not a bad thing. Some need to die. Some deserve to die," Adwen growled. "You...do not. The man who harmed my sister...he did...never doubt that. He deserved death more than any person I have ever met. The fool believed himself to be safe in his own importance. Of course...he techincally was imprtant. But it doesn't matter. He is dead and gone...and I only I know his resting place. It was a secret I didn't even give to dear Acacia."
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