Jötz tried to appreciate the fact that the girl was at least trying to make him feel better, although she really wasn't do all that great a job of it. Then again, how was she to know the importance of a Jaeger's hat? It conveyed status! Style! Station! The headgear of the Jaegers were trophies taken in battle, indicators not only of how important their foes were but of how good of a warrior each individual jaeger was. More importantly, behind each hat was a story. For a Jaeger, even those in the Baron's service, a hat was more than just something to keep the head warm and dry. And now here he had gone and lost his. Jötz knew he that perhaps he was not the greatest of the Jaegers, but he had earned his hat, dammit! To have gone and lost it...
He pouted where he sat against the wall, elbows resting on his knees as he brooded. Ivy was saying something again, something about what she got from the toads. He sniffed. "Iz it a hat?" he moped out loud.
Reluctantly, he rolled up onto his knees to get closer to her. It wasn't the girl's fault, he knew, so there was no point in being unpleasant to her despite his bad mood. Besides, while whatever she had in her hand couldn't have the promise of killing anyone in the immediate here and now, it was something covered in blood and gore. Therefore it couldn't be all bad. Not to mention that she had killed several of the toads creatures on her own, and in his mind it would be cruel to not allow her both the pride of kills and a trophy of some sort. After all, it was the duty to encourage the younger generations. Ivy's find had a curious smell to it as well, something that was vaguely familiar without being definite. His furry green brow furrowed, and his eyes squinted in the gloom to try and focus on her prize. His petulance was pushed aside for the moment to allow for curiosity.
"Zo what chou got dere?"
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He listened, ears sharp and senses keen even as he mischievously tormented his appointed savior. Please, accept the obvious! he silently pleaded to his pursuers in desperation. The Highwayman had never come so close to being caught before and dreaded the eventual fate should he be clasped in irons: a last dance with the rope maker's daughter, the hempen jig. He had seen a fair share of hangings in his time. There was no desire to be the center of attention at such an event, and he could only pray that improvised escape foiled the hounds upon his tail. His fear was enough that he did not even have room to enjoy the sensation of his hands wandering across her waist, her ribs her-
Hands immediately jerked downwards back towards her waist and hips, an exasperated blush reaching his cheeks unseen. While his new playmate was certainly of a pleasing form and hearty build (and he had most definitely taken advantage of the situation to the benefit of his continued life) he had no intention of taking advantage of her! Well... unless of course she seemed willing. Later, though. Later.
At last his questing ears heard what he was listening and hoping for: a snicker. It was difficult to hear what was being said from some distance away with the cloak muffling any sound and the maiden's gasps and giggles obscuring much of it. Still, he was able to make out bits and pieces.
The coarser man was guffawing. "... a straight course this way you said..."
The other man spoke in the distinct tones of one who is rather miffed. "...doubled back on us... I doubt... trod right upon them..."
"Don't you... to watch?"
The retort was unclear but definitely scathing. It was followed by another leering chuckle and the sounds of the two men fading back into the trees. The Highwayman held his breath for several moments even as he struggled with the girl beneath the cloak. The air was getting hot and warm beneath the heavy material, creating a strange intimacy between them even as he continued to tickle her. Finally, he relented when he felt it to be safe.
As suddenly as his fingers had found her sides, they were removed to toss back the cloak and expose the pair to the cool morning air of the woodlands. The sun was just beginning to rise, the faintest flickers of light and stretched shadows dappling the mossy bank where they rolled. Pushing himself onto his back, he began to chuckle. The sense of relief flooding his mind was profound, the adrenaline surge now leading to a grand euphoria as the ultimate goal was achieved: freedom! There were days when he surmised that his true interest in all of the banditry and playing the road agent had nothing to do with wealth and riches. No, the thrill of it! The adventure! The excitement of having gotten away from a near brush with death, the joys of evading capture! Did the fox feel like this after having tricked the dogs, or the hare after outrunning the hounds? The dogs might well enjoy the chase enough, but it was the evasion and firm knowledge of tenuous freedom that made the hunt what it was!
The chuckle died off as he lolled his head to one side to look at her, his face still mostly obscured in shadows. She might see he was a younger man of fair complexion, a tad unshaved perhaps. There was no hiding his eyes, however dark the forest might still be. Bright, healthy green stared back at her from that obscured face, an inner light of intelligent humor and not some little mischief dancing in their depths. The Highwayman gave a happy little sigh as he looked back at her.
"My apologies for taking such liberties, lovely maiden," he breathed kindly if humorously, "but you have my thanks and my silence on the matter. Had the hunters found their prey, my life would have found its end." Another chuckle of laughter. "And my death? What a scandal it would have caused!"
The laughter stilled then, his tone becoming even more kindly and honest. He rolled to his side and propped his head up on one hand, elbow deep in the moss as he regarded her. "But surely you deserve a reward for saving a man's life? Something more than apologies and carte blanche for a harmless moment, I should think. Money? Jewels? Come then and name your desire, and if it's within my ability and not to my detriment, I shall grace you with it."
Hands immediately jerked downwards back towards her waist and hips, an exasperated blush reaching his cheeks unseen. While his new playmate was certainly of a pleasing form and hearty build (and he had most definitely taken advantage of the situation to the benefit of his continued life) he had no intention of taking advantage of her! Well... unless of course she seemed willing. Later, though. Later.
At last his questing ears heard what he was listening and hoping for: a snicker. It was difficult to hear what was being said from some distance away with the cloak muffling any sound and the maiden's gasps and giggles obscuring much of it. Still, he was able to make out bits and pieces.
The coarser man was guffawing. "... a straight course this way you said..."
The other man spoke in the distinct tones of one who is rather miffed. "...doubled back on us... I doubt... trod right upon them..."
"Don't you... to watch?"
The retort was unclear but definitely scathing. It was followed by another leering chuckle and the sounds of the two men fading back into the trees. The Highwayman held his breath for several moments even as he struggled with the girl beneath the cloak. The air was getting hot and warm beneath the heavy material, creating a strange intimacy between them even as he continued to tickle her. Finally, he relented when he felt it to be safe.
As suddenly as his fingers had found her sides, they were removed to toss back the cloak and expose the pair to the cool morning air of the woodlands. The sun was just beginning to rise, the faintest flickers of light and stretched shadows dappling the mossy bank where they rolled. Pushing himself onto his back, he began to chuckle. The sense of relief flooding his mind was profound, the adrenaline surge now leading to a grand euphoria as the ultimate goal was achieved: freedom! There were days when he surmised that his true interest in all of the banditry and playing the road agent had nothing to do with wealth and riches. No, the thrill of it! The adventure! The excitement of having gotten away from a near brush with death, the joys of evading capture! Did the fox feel like this after having tricked the dogs, or the hare after outrunning the hounds? The dogs might well enjoy the chase enough, but it was the evasion and firm knowledge of tenuous freedom that made the hunt what it was!
The chuckle died off as he lolled his head to one side to look at her, his face still mostly obscured in shadows. She might see he was a younger man of fair complexion, a tad unshaved perhaps. There was no hiding his eyes, however dark the forest might still be. Bright, healthy green stared back at her from that obscured face, an inner light of intelligent humor and not some little mischief dancing in their depths. The Highwayman gave a happy little sigh as he looked back at her.
"My apologies for taking such liberties, lovely maiden," he breathed kindly if humorously, "but you have my thanks and my silence on the matter. Had the hunters found their prey, my life would have found its end." Another chuckle of laughter. "And my death? What a scandal it would have caused!"
The laughter stilled then, his tone becoming even more kindly and honest. He rolled to his side and propped his head up on one hand, elbow deep in the moss as he regarded her. "But surely you deserve a reward for saving a man's life? Something more than apologies and carte blanche for a harmless moment, I should think. Money? Jewels? Come then and name your desire, and if it's within my ability and not to my detriment, I shall grace you with it."
You and I, both! The convention season did not go as well as I had hoped, so I've had to do a bit of scrambling to cover all the bases for the past few weeks. In short, I feel like my pants have a great hole in them and that my 'assets' are hanging out. But that being neither here nor there...
I hope to have a reply up for you by either tonight or by tomorrow night. (Laughing) There's nothing so endearing as a petulant Jaeger!
I hope to have a reply up for you by either tonight or by tomorrow night. (Laughing) There's nothing so endearing as a petulant Jaeger!
My apologies! I hadn't meant to let things go unanswered this long. Life had been... interesting of late. I hope to have a reply up for you by either tonight or by tomorrow night. I've had ideas percolating in my brain! Which reminds me, actually: did you ever have a chance to look up the Damon Runyon Theater shows?
I'm glad to hear you had a great time despite the trials and tribulations! i haven't been to Disney World in decades, and I have to admit to a certain amount of envy.
Things have been... difficult the past few weeks. As with most self inflicted troubles, love and money can be found at the heart of the chaos, but I am coping. It has simply eaten more of my time and energy than I like to admit. i am slowly starting to get caught up on other matters. Thankfully so, in fact, because if there is any release to be found at times like this it is within the joy of writing! I just finished a reply for you, one where Kijani gets her apple. (Laughing) And NOW I just remember all the symbolism of apples! Perhaps now was the best time in the story for him to give her one, a foreshadowing of things to come for our troubled protagonists!
Things have been... difficult the past few weeks. As with most self inflicted troubles, love and money can be found at the heart of the chaos, but I am coping. It has simply eaten more of my time and energy than I like to admit. i am slowly starting to get caught up on other matters. Thankfully so, in fact, because if there is any release to be found at times like this it is within the joy of writing! I just finished a reply for you, one where Kijani gets her apple. (Laughing) And NOW I just remember all the symbolism of apples! Perhaps now was the best time in the story for him to give her one, a foreshadowing of things to come for our troubled protagonists!
There wasn't much said for some time as the cart creaked and rumbled its way home. Victor was very much lost in his own thoughts while being all too aware of the young lady's proximately to him upon the bench. Tolerant. He mulled that word over in mind again and again. Was that how people saw him, as a person who 'tolerated' others with no room for friendship or understanding? The former soldier knew that he was not the easiest man in the world to get along with, not after years of what amounted to forced labor under deadly conditions, all topped off by callous betrayals from his so-called 'betters.' There were those foolish romantics who insisted that men in the rank of file made poor officers, not just because of their upbringing (or lack thereof) but because those soldiers wanted their officers to be full of grace. Better than them. It was nothing but strop. Soldiers did not want their own becoming officers because they would end up as right bastards, worse than those born to their station. Such living had made Vincent a hard man to get along with. But still... to be tolerated. To be thought of as someone who only tolerated others...
He reasoned with himself as he drove the cart along. If he only tolerated others, would he have shown up at the barn raising without being asked and given free drinks to everyone? If he was merely tolerant of people, why would he have let it be known that the fruits trees in front and to the one side of his house were free for the taking? The idea that Kijani seemed to think that the best he could do was tolerate her presence? It stung in ways he hadn't expected.
There was also the notion that she could so casually say that she was planning her holiday to last a month or more! As a soldier in the army, the best he could ever hope for was a week's leave once every two years! Once a month, soldiers were granted a three day leave, true, but since they were rarely stationed in the city or in any town of note there had been little to do anyway. Three days of freedom meant little when you couldn't do anything with it. And here she was, saying that there was nothing so great of import that she couldn't spare several weeks of time for her own leisure! It was an astounding revelation to wrap his mind around! Yet it also said so much more...
A month away. If she had a lover or a fiancé, would she stay so long away from him? Or her, for that matter? Was no one waiting for her back Verrun, not even her family?? In fact, she seemed to imply that she was in no hurry to go back at all! It brought a queer hope in his heart that Victor did not quite know what to do with. Where his mind failed him, his body reacted on its own.
"A month, huh?" He heard himself say. They drove beneath a low hanging branch, heavy with ripe and red fruit. Without letting go of the reigns, Victor stood up suddenly upon the footboards on his good leg and raised one arm to snag an apple. Even the snapping of the small stem from the limb brought forth a sweet, wooden smell that promised the fruit would smell and taste even better. The prize firmly in hand, he sat again and offered his guest the apple without looking at her.
"A lot can happen in a month." There was no keeping the curious hope out of his voice.
He reasoned with himself as he drove the cart along. If he only tolerated others, would he have shown up at the barn raising without being asked and given free drinks to everyone? If he was merely tolerant of people, why would he have let it be known that the fruits trees in front and to the one side of his house were free for the taking? The idea that Kijani seemed to think that the best he could do was tolerate her presence? It stung in ways he hadn't expected.
There was also the notion that she could so casually say that she was planning her holiday to last a month or more! As a soldier in the army, the best he could ever hope for was a week's leave once every two years! Once a month, soldiers were granted a three day leave, true, but since they were rarely stationed in the city or in any town of note there had been little to do anyway. Three days of freedom meant little when you couldn't do anything with it. And here she was, saying that there was nothing so great of import that she couldn't spare several weeks of time for her own leisure! It was an astounding revelation to wrap his mind around! Yet it also said so much more...
A month away. If she had a lover or a fiancé, would she stay so long away from him? Or her, for that matter? Was no one waiting for her back Verrun, not even her family?? In fact, she seemed to imply that she was in no hurry to go back at all! It brought a queer hope in his heart that Victor did not quite know what to do with. Where his mind failed him, his body reacted on its own.
"A month, huh?" He heard himself say. They drove beneath a low hanging branch, heavy with ripe and red fruit. Without letting go of the reigns, Victor stood up suddenly upon the footboards on his good leg and raised one arm to snag an apple. Even the snapping of the small stem from the limb brought forth a sweet, wooden smell that promised the fruit would smell and taste even better. The prize firmly in hand, he sat again and offered his guest the apple without looking at her.
"A lot can happen in a month." There was no keeping the curious hope out of his voice.
Excellent..
Hey, I like that idea! (History buff that I am.) Immortals that meet once every hundred years to compare notes with one another and view how the world has changed! I wonder how well Dark Age: Fae would translate to modern times...
Thank you!
I will also plead the case that the Kiasyd are more independent than Sabbat. The only reason they were in the Sabbat books was because of their connection with Lasombra, whose reaction to their altered cousins is generally the attitude of "just don't go there." (Grins)
I will also plead the case that the Kiasyd are more independent than Sabbat. The only reason they were in the Sabbat books was because of their connection with Lasombra, whose reaction to their altered cousins is generally the attitude of "just don't go there." (Grins)
I was thinking a Kiasyd character (or at least one similar in concept) as my time online tends to be sporadic. Kiasyd are hardly creatures of action, but are great fonts of knowledge.
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