Wind Wild

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

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Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

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Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

A First

Wind Wild

Calder Dylan, Ludelle Glowren

Day 3, Noon

Ludelle had to make two steps for each one he took, even though she could tell he was walking as slow as possible for her. Still, he was almost twice her height and as fluid and graceful as his legs were, he couldn’t make his legs any shorter. Luckily the long halls of the Tower provided a good stretch for them to strike a pace that was somewhat comfortable for both without looking insanely ridiculous. The rest lied in the hope that people would understand it was hard to keep up with a troll.

She was nervous. For one, she had never met the husband and wife-to-be and despite Calder’s diligence in explaining who they are, she still felt that her place wasn’t among them. She wasn’t a loner but she was fairly certain that her behaviour throughout the week she’d been here had been a bit too rude. Yes, she’d had to deal with a lot and Adela’s presence and her memories still haunted her and there was still that hole in her heart that started bleeding every time she thought about Marcus… but none of it was any of those people’s fault. Calder’s constant presence had been an annoyance at first but now she was happy that he was with her and even happier that he’d given her the time to deal with her issues.

The only problem was how the others would receive her. She had behaved like a brat and after many of the knights had risked their necks to break her out of Southgate, she hadn’t done anything to pay them back or even acknowledge their bravery. She’d just locked herself in her room and only came out once she felt she could face this new life. She hadn’t asked for it but after what Adela had been thought, Ludelle was certain there were worse things.

Speaking of the latter, Ludelle had found out some pretty reliable records on the assault on her and the instructions on what to do to her if anyone from the Stygian Blade got lucky enough to find out her whereabouts. There would be no pats on the shoulder or a “well done”, so the elf was pretty certain that Adela wasn’t a spy. Still, she couldn’t easily ignore Marcus’ words and the doubts made her avoid the woman awkwardly, even though the glaring had stopped.

They finally reached the courtyard where the Master of Words was going to transport them to the wedding site. She cast her eyes around and explored the faces – so many people were gathered here it was hard to believe a single building could be a home to them all. Men, women, and even a few children from all sorts of races, mostly humanoid but not just. She spotted the prison guard who had assaulted her, Calder’s brother, and he was carrying a huge bundle of white and red roses and he was grinning and looking handsome and pleasant and nothing like what he did in the prison. She spotted Adela and she was dashing, dressed in a suit that fit her soul like a glove. She saw the Masters and Mistresses congregated at the far end of the yard, all of them polished and perfect, and she moved her eyes back to Calder and he looked amazing too. And Ludelle couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and blush because as nice as her dress was she couldn’t say it reflected her soul because that was fractured, pieces left behind in Marcus’ arms.

Deciding to steer clear of that line of thought she approached the nearest unfamiliar face and decided it’s time to start anew.

“Hello there. My name is Ludelle, what is yours?” She smiled, holding out a hand.

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

Okay, I finally got to write the scene I wanted to and I put it up here.

In the more recent post, I took the liberty to move us to Noon-time and say that many of the knights are already around Urthar to help with a smoother transition to the next step of the story (and presuming that the honour guard would be first on-site). I haven't specified whom Ludelle approaches so if anyone wants an interaction you're free to say it was your character.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Sorry for the delay but here it is.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Ah, shame. So the bluff didn’t work after all. She’d have to spank Brian later and teach him a few things about acting if they got out of this alive.

Onweer’s hopes had gone up when she saw Cecil fire at the Divers’ leader but they were just as quick to plummet when he didn’t hit. She held her breath, half-expecting Luke to kill his assailant but luckily the men of the waste were no more eager than herself to spill more blood. And while being called “little lady” and “cutie-pants” amused her greatly, she wasn’t sure she liked the prospects of anyone “restraining her”. Not to mention that judging by his stance, he wasn’t about to ask politely.

She was tempted, really tempted, to go into a kamae herself and see what the little boy was made of but that would mean revealing her skills and it wasn’t the right moment for that. For now she’d play nice. “Oh, is it just the truck you wanted?” She was wondering just as Karida came out of the vehicle. Onweer wasn’t sure what the woman was capable of but the confidence with which she handled the situation was pleasing her, especially when she saw the way the Divers’ leader had flinched at her appearance.

“As far as I’m concerned you can have the piece of junk. We all know boys like their toys but there are more important things out there and getting a proper burial for our fallen comrades is one of them.” She said, looking at Yvette for reassurance. Would the leader agree or was that machine important enough to risk their lives for? Personally, Onweer thought they should rest and regroup and think about how to fight against or at least avoid the Divers. She waited for their leader’s reaction but kept a very close eye on the red-haired man slightly below her. Her body was ready to react to any tremble of his muscle, albeit not the way he imagined she was.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Ill be responding within a few hours myself, Ill be more regular from now on too.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

C'mon then everyone, let's get things moving~

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

Little Lamb

Day -7, Nighttime

Marielle and Sirius

Grin, Wind Wild

Sirius’ steps were soft and lithe. His feet were soundless as if the very air approved of his plan, a snake slithering across the halls, unnoticed, unseen. It was no spell, there was no magic behind it, just simple technique and lots… and lots of practice. His body moved by itself, his mind consumed by his goal, inflamed, hurting... His tongue came out to lick his lips absently – always salty, moist, never cracked.

In his chest, his heart was a drum. It was counting his steps steadily, loudly, impatiently. Thump. Thump. Thump. The room was in view now. A simple wooden door, but somehow so enchanting. He cracked it open – she was alone. He couldn’t believe his luck. If his brother had been around Sirius wouldn’t have risked it yet for whatever reason, she was alone. His tongue came out and across again, tracing the crook of his smirk. One little lamb, so exhaust’d and unknown. One little lamb, so lost and alone.

The air tasted magical. The sweetness of the drugs that hung in the air, the faint smell of the girl’s sweat. It sent jolts of excitement down his spine. And there she was, laid on the bed so serene, so beautiful. He stepped closer, not bothering to close the door. A sound bubbled from his throat, the hum he’d heard from that charming redhead. The lull came out unrefined, the spell that carried it through people’s hearts lacking in his case, but his voice was soft and oh so caring… it was well suited for it, and it made his smirk crack into a grin. Marielle was beautiful – strong, pretty, untamed. Her hair was ruffled, spilling over the pillow like a dark waterfall that defied gravity.

He climbed on the bed gently as a lover, hands and legs around her, careful not to disturb; his eyes were darting over her figure, wishing, dreaming; the taut, lean muscles that must be lying underneath those sinful sheets; it seemed almost cruel; his hands came up to entwine her fingers with his… holding them down; he wanted to peel the sheets away so badly, trace a hand over her stomach… her neck was so succulent it was hard to look at… and oh he hated people like her so much…

Her face was that of a sleeping beast and he couldn’t help but bring his closer to hers. He inhaled her breath and rode the wave her stirring sent through the room as her sheets turned into an iron cage, both their hands wielded to the bed frame. “Hello beautiful.” He grinned next to her ear, all butter and honey, and pulled away just enough to let her see his face.

Marielle stirred slightly, submerged beneath the waves of very deep sleep. “Xavier..? Is that you?” Her voice was a mere whisper as it carried through the silent hallway of the infirmary. The girl’s features twisted in such an unusual manner, a reflection of innocence. Weakness.

Ooooh~? Sirius’ eyebrow rose slightly, his eyes wavering for a moment but his grin remaining. He scanned her face, engraving it in his memory. She didn’t seem like the type to mutter loved ones’ names in her sleep. But then, that made her that much more interesting. He adjusted himself a little, torn between the desire to wake her up and that of hearing more of her dreams. “Yes?” He prompted softly… this was such a sweet game.

“Don’t leave,” Her face was stern now, stiff, as if she was holding back tears. Her breathing began to increase its pace ever so slightly, causing the girl’s chest to rise and fall.

Sirius hesitated. He’d come here ready for a fight but it while it was still a very real possibility that she’d wake up and try to burn him to a crisp, it also seemed likely that she’d burst into tears and get half the Tower rushing in. He waited for a long minute, hand ready to cover her mouth if she got too loud.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, clearing the fog of her slumber. Her senses gently told her to wake up, but as soon as she took in the sight above her her predatory self kicked in. Swift as a viper she attempted to wrap her hands around his neck, only to realize her body disobeyed, sticking to the bed. Her eyes burned of glowing orange, her teeth clenched like an enraged animal.

Unblinking serious eyes held her down. The crook of his mouth was now pointing slightly downwards. “Who is Xavier?” He asked softly.

Marielle attempted to swallow her anger but that only fanned the flames. Despite her cool demeanor the hot headed girl’s cheeks were ripe and red in embarrassment. Nobody knows about her predicament besides the captain of blackwing, and even then the knowledge Lady Marrowblade obtained wasn’t so easily shared. Marielle bit her lip, avoiding his eyes, a grim smirk on her lips. “None of your business.” Noting how close he was she finally felt the heat on her face. “Speaking of which, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ON TOP OF ME?” Marielle roared. Surprisingly, nobody stirred outside blackwing, as if they couldn’t hear the stubborn girl’s loud voice.

Her outburst broke the spell, reminding him why he was here. A hand came to rest over her mouth, too slow to prevent her from screaming at him but stern enough to make her reconsider before doing it twice. It was soft and warm, somewhat sweaty and it tasted of a mountain bog. Marielle tried to pull away from his skin but there was not enough room for her to move under the steel sheets. A playful smirk had returned to his face, the weight of him all around her, as if he’d returned the sheets to normal where he rested just so he could feel her body underneath. He didn’t shush her but his hand peeled off to trace the line of her neck gently. “You must have known your little display would make an impresson. Why are you so surprised now to find out that it did? I don’t know how you saw it but to me it just seemed like a little girl begging for attention.” His eyes had lost focus, lost in his thoughts and not her words. He scowled at the sheets as his hand reached the base of her neck only to meet resistance. The prise was in his hands but he was hesitating on how to take it. He wanted her to resist but he also wanted to see her. Should he just remove the sheets or would it be more interesting if he releaced her hands first, only holding them back by his own strength? His eyes flicked to her now red face and the odd smouldering orange of her eyes and he scoffed. Embarassment was nice but it wasn't the emotion he was here to harvest. His fingers entwined with hers again, arms on both sides of her.

“The question you posed yourself is ‘am I really that strong on my back’~” he chuckled, undoing his spells in the same instant as his teeth found the edge of the sheet and pulled it down.

Marielle grinned maliciously, inhaling sharply. The basic motion slipped a card up to her neck, a King of Spades. It quickly melted into her skin, causing the edges of her to shimmer like a ruby. Marielle wore a black cami underneath the sheets, the color becoming exposed as Sirius dragged it down. It was a thin cover for her skin, but she didn’t care for much protection anyway. When he got down to her stomach she reared up, tightening her grip on his hands, which suddenly was frighteningly strong. Her eyes were red like an inferno. She laughed wholeheartedly and forced his head back up to hers where she slammed her forehead against his like a charging bull. ”I don’t need attention from a bastard.” She gritted her teeth in an angry grin.

The man reacted just quick enough to prepare himself for the attack – however he misjudged her intentions. The red glow and everything he’d seen from her before, lead him to believe she’d try to burn him and not hit him. So although prepared he wasn’t prepared for the right thing. His skin was coated in a thin layer of water but alas it did nothing to protect him from her headbutt. The sheer force of it made his head spin and something told him what sprayed over Marielle’s face wasn’t just water but blood too. Surprisingly, she was still holding his hands so apparently she wasn’t finished with him... and he didn’t mind. He adjusted himself, leaning close to her face again, this time ready, and grinned through bloodied teeth. “Xavier must be real special then. Tell me, then, why isn’t he in bed next to you? Is he dead or did he just have enough of you?”

A flash of bloodlust appeared on Marielle’s face. Suddenly her facial expression softened and she loosened her grip a little. “What, are you a masochist or something?” Normally Marielle would have exploded, attacking him with all the fire she could muster, but she was worn, tired of the hearing that over and over. Sirius wasn’t the only one to ask her this question. It was familiar, but only because Marielle has been asking herself the same thing for years. She threw his hands off of her own. “Go bother somebody else, you prick.” Her statement was simple as it easily came out of her lips, but her eyes were questioning, sudden curiosity to his visit overcoming her anger.

Sirius leaned back, sort of sitting on her legs and for the first time it seemed like his smile was a soft and sincere one. It suited him, making him look suddenly very young and handsome, barely over 17. “Well then.” He sniffed and rubbed the blood off his nose, then sniffed again and got off the bed at last. He dusted his shoulders dramatically though the blood wouldn’t come off so easily. “Seeing as he’s not dead I feel obliged to let you know he must be deranged.” He grinned and winked. “I see nothing wrong with you. A girl like you can definitely do better. So when you find him I hope you can take a tooth out or two.”

Her eyes widened a little at the response. Did she just get a compliment? Looking at his bloodied nose she stared for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter, taking the king of spades out of her skin and placing it back in her deck. “What the fuck, you look awful right now!” She frowned. “You’ve got balls though, I’ll give you that. Why are you here, and how long were you staring at me? Fuckin’ perv.” There was the hint of a slight smile at the ends of her lips.

Sirius caught on her mood and grinned himself, shrugging slightly. The compliment came as a pleasant surprise and he had to admit he liked the girl, as pathetic as she was. “Couldn’t sleep. Besides, as I said, you made me curious. I think someone has to be insanely brave or very desperate to attack Lady Marrowblade. I’ve got my answer.”

She slowly raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

The man winked again and waved. “Well then, little lamb, sleep well and rest assured I won’t bother you anymore tonight. I’ll see you in the morning, hopefully in a more decent attire.”

Marielle puffed air at the lose strands in front of her face, an unreadable look covering her features, eyes mysterious as they remained in their orange glow. They watched Sirius leave from the infirmary, as if he were someone else.

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

@Jangel13There's some info under Raven's possessions and in the last two hiders of her CS here. But yeah, there is a crow's nest.