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PostSubject: The Band of the Hawk   Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:56 pm

The night was silent at the fortress of Dunland, the clouds obscuring enough of the moon to cause shadows to ripple across the craggy peaks surrounding it's mighty walls. The fortress sat atop a large foundation of rock, the thirty foot walls ending in a sheer cliff on four sides, a narrow pathway leading up to the front gate, barely wide enough for two wagons abreast. Considering the size of the structure, it housed only a hundred guard, the lord relying on it's virtually unassailable location and thick walls. It had been a bastion of protection for the small mountain hamlets dotting the land and was impregnable to an enemy siege. An enemy of the province had never set foot within those walls unless in chains.

Until tonight.

A pair of lithe figures quickly scaled the rear wall, sharpened spikes digging into the mortar with each step, creating their own handholds. A hundred foot drop straight to the bottom with a single wrong step. But this pair didn't make mistakes. That's why they were part of that group. The patrols never watched this wall, the guard had grown lax after a hundred years of peace. With ease befitting that of a spider, the darkly clad figures snaked their way over the lip of the battlements.

They were in.

Using the cloud cover, they raced across the wall walk, padded boots silent. A pair of soldiers walked slowly in the same direction, their backs to the intruders. The only sound was the quick hiss of blades leaving sheathes and the soft thud of bodies as the guards lifeless forms were lowered to the cold stone.

Outside the walls, at the other end of the rocky pathway, a small band of roughly clad men milled about, watching with sharp eyes.

Ronan stretched his legs out before him, ankles crossed. The boulder he'd chosen as his seat wasn't nearly as comfortable as a self induced enema, but it was close.
I should really invest in one of those foldable chairs. He thought to himself idly, running thick, callused fingers through his short brown hair.

"You sure this lord fella has lots'a money, boss?" Said a gravelly voice behind him.

"When have I ever disappointed, Rat?" Ronan murmured absently.

To be honest, he had no idea. Best not to sow doubt within the ranks, however. A glint of light shone from the gatehouse atop the wall, three quick flashes followed by two slower ones.

"The twins are in, everything is quiet." He said over his shoulder, standing up with a sigh of relief, his thick furs rustling as he brushed off his clothes.

"C'mon boys, we've got some looting to do." he grinned, white teeth gleaming as the gates swung open silently.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Thu Nov 07, 2013 10:53 pm

Crack!

Reyn flinched as the sound of the whip as it struck the sky on the back of the slaves back. The flesh gaped open as the leather sliced clean through - both the cloth covering his back and the tissue stretched over his spine.

But Reyn didn't move, didn't flinched, and didn't make a noise. None of the slaves moved, their eyes remained fixed on the King's feet from where he sat at the front of the room.

The minutes dragged on and on until finally, King Thien raised his hand and the snaps and cries went down to a whimper of pain. "That will be enough, Samson," his voice drawled out slow and high. He was a man of short stature and a face so thin, one could see his cheekbones trying to escape his skin. "Remove him and that will be all."

The slave's whimpers soon became sobs and pleas as he was dragged from the room, leaving only a trail of blood splatter behind him. No one raised a hand to save him. He had be purchased, he had misspoke and therefore, earned his death penalty. He would be replaced. "Earned.. death... replaced," Reyn mouthed the words silently, as if hoping that they would ease her guilty conscious, "Earned.. death.. replaced.. earned.. dea-"

"Songbird, come," The King uttered and Reyn's lips clenched together to try and contain their quivering. Without raising her eyes, she took a shaky step towards him one at a time and knelt as his feet.

His thin hand slid down the top of her head, only separated by the thin, sheer cloth that cloaked her entire body. It was black, a choice the King had made himself, knowing full well that it went again her people's choice. She wore nothing else underneath.

There was nothing to hide to her body from his prying eyes. Nothing but a sheer black shadow that scratched at her skin.

"What a pretty little gift you are, my little songbird," his voice murmured in her ear as she felt his lips brush against it, "so unlike that slave before." He tilted her chin up but she kept her eyes fixated on the floor, "So obedient. So submissive."

Her body was completely tensed, the muscles ached from being clenched so hard that she trembled. The hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end as he traced a hand down the back of her head - from shoulder to spine to the top of her bottom.

"There, there, child. No reason to tremble, I will comfort you," and he tugged her with a sharp yank, causing her to fall, her hands braced in his lap and her face heating in shame.

There were still guards, royalty, as well as slaves within the room and this wasn't the first time the King had taken a slave in front of them.


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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Thu Nov 07, 2013 11:26 pm

The wide double doors of the audience room pushed open, a man bearing the uniform of the guard stumbling inside, a pair of arrows sprouting from his chest.

"Lord...." he rasped, a trickle of blood leaking from his mouth. "We're....under attack..." he coughed, splattering bloody spittle onto the clean rug before collapsing in a bloody heap before the King.

"Secure the doors! Rally the guard here." Thien shouted, eyes wide as he pushed his pretty slave away roughly, forgotten for the moment.

"Oh, that won't be necessary." a deep voice laced with amusement said from the doorway before the Guards even began to move.

Stepping into the light of the room, a tall, dark man smiled at the panicked king. Draped in winter furs over his leather armour, with an ornate broad sword clasped in one hand, blood dripping from it's tip, he was the image of a barbarian. Except for that skin, and those eyes. Flesh the colour of heated caramel with eyes a striking silver, he had the look of some ancient god of war, all rippling muscle and ferocious violence.

"W-who are you?!" the King demanded, voice shaky.

"Me? Why, I'm the tax collector." Ronan replied, strolling across the room, stepping lightly over the body.

The dozen soldiers in the room arrayed themselves in front of the king, pikes lowered threateningly. Ronan smirked at them, twisting his wrist to swing the sword in a lazy circle as he approached.

"You'll get nothing from me, villain!" Thien spat, drawing his golden sword from the bejeweled scabbard beside the throne. "You're out numbered, you stupid miscreant." he snarled. "Kill him."

"I took your fortress with eight men. I think the odds are quite fair." he laughed, rich and deep as he deftly knocked aside a jab with his sword.

Ronan danced with the pikes and blades of the guard, painting the floor in the steaming red of their life. His blade blurred as it cut through flesh, hamstringing a man here, slicing a throat here. For a full minute, they danced, until with one last flick of his wrist, the twelfth guard crumpled, spilling his blood in a steady stream at the boots of the King.

The padding of boots on stone echoed down the hall, and the Thien smiled triumphantly. Reinforcements, finally! His smile quickly dissipated however, when a small group clad in a mix mash of leather and cloth trotted in.

"oh, well I guess you're alone, Mi'lord." Ronan said, bowing mockingly. "Would you prefer to die like a rabbit? Running, heart beating faster and faster, until the hawk's claws dig into your back. Or do you wish to die like a wolf, snarling and snapping until the bitter end?"

The band of warriors spread out across the doorway, leaving a gap wide enough for a scrawny man to run through, wide grins on their faces. Ronan stooped to wipe the bloody blade on the clean side of a fallen guard's uniform.

"Well, little King?"
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Thu Nov 07, 2013 11:44 pm

"Well, little King?" the lion man spoke as he loomed over King Thien. Reyn shook worse than she had before, unused to having seen so much bloodshed in such a short time. The lion man had torn the guards into ribbons in only a matter of moments. It had been horrifying.

But justly deserved.

"You savage! Insolent barbarian!" The King was practically frothing at the mouth at his desperation and fear - he grabbed the golden wine cup that had rested by his throne and threw it at the large man. The cup bounced off his chest, spilling the blood-coloured water down the golden flesh and onto the floor but the lion man didn't even blink as he stalked closer to King Thien.

Shrieking in terrified rage, King Thien swooped towards Reyn, grabbing her by her forearm and thrusting her to the feet of the oncoming savage. "Take the slaves, take what you want but leave. You cannot harm me, I am King! King of these lands!" he stumbled back into the table that had graced the side of the throne, toppling dishes of delicacies onto the plush rugs underneath.

Reyn clutched her arms close to her panic-heavy drawn breasts as she tried to raise to her feet to move out of the lion man's way, fearing he would turn her into prey.

However, the savage by-stepped her trembling form and continued to his chosen target as the man curled against the brilliance of the chair he had been seated on only but a few moments before.

"P-please, take what you wish. Anything. Name it and it shall be done, you shall want nothing," the fallen King pleaded, his sanity and pride laying in pieces on the floor.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sat Nov 09, 2013 11:43 pm

"Oh, do you hear that boys?" Ronan called back lightly to his comrades as they shuffled closer, patting down the bodies of the guard. "We have the King's permission to rob this generous man of anything we wish"

Ronan stalked forward, his silver eyes locked with the darting eyes of the wretch on the gaudy throne.

"Thank you, Lord." He drawled, a smirk playing across his lips.

With a flash of steel, the back of the throne was splashed with arterial blood as the former King's head toppled to the floor, flimsy crown still attached. Grabbing the corpse by the shoulder, Ronan unceremoniously pushed it to the floor besides it's own head, then plomping himself down on the stained chair, sword resting across his lap.

"Gather everything you can, food, medicine, riches, slaves. I want it all packed into wagons and ready to move by sunrise." he ordered to the eight warriors under his command.

They nodded, greedy smiles lighting up their faces as they silently set to work. Ronan glanced down at the decapitated body, grimacing with distaste.

"And get those slaves in the corner there to clear out the dead. The smell of shit and piss is disturbing my peace." he growled, waving a hand at the thirteen gore covered piles of flesh.

Movement from the corner of his eyes caught the bandit's attention, a woman crawling slowly towards a side entrance.

"Rat, bring that one to me." he said softly, watching her futilely trying to escape.

A spindly man with pale skin, hair split into eight shoulder length braids with a bell attached to each one and a long sinewy sword sheathed at his waist approached, grabbing the girl by the scruff of the neck and hauling her to bare feet. Ignoring her protests, Rat dragged her back towards Ronan as the cowering slaves began to drag bodies out under the gaze of a giant bronze man, arms the size of tree trunks crossing his chest.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 12:21 am

Reyn flinched as the blade cut cleaning through the King's neck, sending his head toppling to the floor and smearing red everywhere it touched. She did not mourn his death but she took no pleasure in watching the slaughter.

Gasping for air, Reyn slowly crawled her way to the entrance. She knew escaping would be pointless but she needed a moment to collect herself. The sheer black cloth that cloaked her entire body wouldn't hid much if any of the men took the time to look at her. Thankfully, they seemed rather occupied with the spoils that were now their's as well the lion man who sent out orders at the front of the room.

However, a whimper of surprise and fear fell from her lips as she was suddenly grabbed and dragged back the way she had come. Her mouth moved to plead to be let go but she quickly bit her bottom lip as she was thrown to the floor in front of the throne.

She stared at the feet of the lion man, feeling as though the breath has been stolen from her lungs. She was completely unsure of how to act in this situation.

Her eyes darted to the side, watching as the other slaves cleaned the King from the floor, her shoulders trembling. It's because she wasn't helping them? She didn't know if she could but if it got her away from this man's stare, she would.

Like a baby fawn, she stumbled to her feet and tilted in a low dip of respect, intending to join the other slaves.


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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 12:40 am

Ronan reached out a callused hand, to cup her chin, tilting it up to look at him.

"You are a pretty thing." He said curiously, turning her head from one side, then the other to study her profile.

"Do you do anything special? Dance, sing, cook especially well?" he asked, finally releasing her face as he leaned back against the bloody back of the throne.

She immediately tucked her chin down, and spoke in a meek, trembling voice, "S-sing, milord. I was known to my people for my gift of song."

He clicked his tongue, looking disappointed. "Here I was hoping you'd be able to cook. Vlad over there-" he said, pointing to the hulking overseer watching the last of the bodies being carried out "-considers himself a god of the kitchen."

Rat chuckled behind her, bells tinkling faintly as he shook his head.

"I'm not sure which god, but our guess is Hades since it comes close to killing us every time we consume that mud." Ronan continued, grimacing. "But, no matter. You will sing for us and keep our spirits high!" he said, beaming.

His eyes widened slightly as he finally took in her manner of dress. "Rat, rustle up some thicker clothes for this slave. She will bloody freeze her tits off in the mountains."

Turning back to the female slave, her eyes still lowered, Ronan took in her form appreciatively. "But keep this dress. It's not ALWAYS cold." he murmured, running a hand along his short beard. "Slave, sing for me. Something...mournful. Many died here tonight, they deserve some sort of tribute."

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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 12:51 am

Reyn almost let out another whimper at having to sing in front of the new men. King Thien had become greedy when she sung, even when he would use her to show off. He would scream and hiss for people to cover their ears, for he would not share. Even when he had asked them if it would please them for Reyn to do so.

Dipping in another bow, she straightened her shoulders and took a calming breath, feeling as the air curled in her lungs. She would give this lion man his mournful song, for it would come easily to her.

She began to sing, her voice soft, sweet, and haunting. Reyn had never been particularily good at much but when she sang, the people of her village would always stop and listen. People had come from far to hear her and had gifted her with the title 'songbird', something she had always been so pleased to own.

But when the King's men had heard word, they had come and stolen her away and forced her to learn these stiff customs whiplash after whiplash. King Thien had always used her title as a means of disrespect, a way of mocking but she refused to relinquish the kindness that her people had placed upon her. He would and had not been allowed to taint it.

Finally, she allowed her words to trail off and dipped once more in a bow, clutching her shaking hands to her chest. Her eyes prickled with the heat of tears but she wouldn't succumb to her fear, even in front of the lion man.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 1:39 am

The group trundled along a worn forest road, their stolen wagons loaded with everything of value from the now empty fortress. A two wide train of miserable men and women trudged behind the rearmost wagon, hands cuffed and linked by chains and collars to the person in front and behind them.

The vehicles moved slowly, laden down with the heavy loot, allowing the slaves to keep pace. Ronan rode his own black stallion, golden skin contrasting well with the coat of his mount. He rode well, body flowing with that of the horse.

The girl he'd found in the throne room walked alongside him. Rat had found some winter clothes for her, stashed away in what must have been the King's bed room. It appears he had a wife at some stage. Even with her body covered, she was still a pretty sight. He smiled, before turning back to watch the woods around them.

The girl now wore a slender collar that fit snugly around her neck. It would eventually bear her new owners name, but for the moment, it would do nicely. A thing chain snaked it's way between her collar, the other end firmly in the grasp of the Bandit.

"We're nearly there, boy" he said quietly, in his deep voice, patting the stallion's neck soothingly.

They'd been travelling for a full two days now, only resting briefly to rest and water the horses and slaves.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 1:53 am

Reyn inched a little further away from the great beast the lion man rode on. She had always been nervous around horses but every time she managed to move away from this one, it seems to move with her. Letting out a cold puff of air, she tilted her head down to watch her feet move ahead, one step at a time.

Bringing a hand up, she tugged the hood of her new clothes further around her face. She had been at the King's place for so long and under his rules that having her face so blatantly bared felt uncomfortable to her. She had noticed the Bandit who lead her kept glancing back at her and knew he was taking in her strange appearance.

The savage men were all skin-darkened by being under the sun and dark-haired, the exact opposite of her pale white skin, pale blond hair, and eyes so light blue they seemed like ice. She knew she was a washed out painting of a young girl, a splattered of white milk on the rich color of soil that surrounded her but if he didn't stop looking, she swore her face would melt off soon.

She tilted her head slightly and glanced at the lion man from the corner of her eye. She was somewhat unsure why she walked ahead the rest of the slaves and definitely alongside the leader. Reyn was aware that he had enjoyed her song but it seemed wrong that it would warrant the right to be up here.

She almost preferred she could blend back with the other slaves.

Letting out a small gasp, she misplaced her step on the uneven ground and fell to her knees and hands. A sharp tug of her new collar sent her immediately scrambling to her feet once more, her face heated in embarrassment.

She felt like a baby fawn stumbling around in a pack of wolves.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 2:11 am

Ronan was growing disappointed in this one. She stumbled more often than placing a steady step. True, she could sing, but she would not last long in the mountain forests. He sighed, tugging the chain again as she stumbled, pulling the girl back to her feet.

The group turned off the main road, pushing through a thin screen of brush before another, more hidden road appeared, leading up into the chilly mountains. After another hour, the trees cleared, revealing a surprisingly large camp.

Camp probably wasn't the right word for it, small lodges made completely of logs and thatch scattered around the clearing, one a bit larger than the the rest in the centre. A wide fire pit marked out with a border of stone sat in the middle of the camp, a long roasting spit sitting above the cold soot from past fires. Seating logs surrounded it along with a scattering of buckets filled with water for emergencies, now frozen over from the night's cold. Wooden targets and dummies arrayed in a loose formation announced the training area.

The bandit group smiled or sighed in relief, visibly relaxing as they rolled into their base, hopping off wagons to begin unloading, not needing orders to do the obvious. The slaves were led to a building at the back of the clearing, a single window at the front side and a solid lock on the door.

Dismounting, Ronan led his horse and his new muse towards the larger building and opening the door. To Reyn's surprise, it opened up to a stable, large enough to comfortably hold Ten horses and their tac. He dropped the chain onto the ground, casually calling over his shoulder to the girl for her to stay put as he stabled his mount, caressing his snout fondly before replacing it's feed.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 2:21 am

Reyn blinked in surprise down at her released chain and raised her eyes to look at his broad back as he walked further away. She felt her heart pick up a hundred fold and began to breath quicker, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She didn't know these men and their habits. They had brought the slaves to the bandits place of rest and though they hadn't been cruel, they had not be kind either.

Reyn was exhausted from walking all day, her feet had begun to drag the last hour of the journey, making it harder for her to keep her balance, especially when they hit the mountain terrain.

Glancing around, she took in the stable. It had been built with care and obvious detail went in to the care for their mounts. Horses were a luxury of wealth and these men did not seem to be lacking.

Looking over her shoulder, the young girl weighed her options. She was tired from walking, not used to these lands, and by no means prepared to survive on her own but dying of starvation looked like a better option than being brutally ravaged by these savages. She had only seen men so far and beasts of men at that, she didn't doubt her explanation of why they had brought the slaves with them. She had heard the stories of the savages that roamed, thieving and pillaging.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced back up at the man who had taken to settling his steed in and quickly slipped herself back out the doors, racing at full speed away from this camp, being careful not to be seen or heard as best she could.


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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 2:35 am

Ronan didn't turn, he knew she'd left. "Looks like she still has a little spirit left, aye boy?" he chuckled, patting the stallion's neck.

Reyn fled, chain in hand to stop it from dragging. Using the buildings as cover and the bustle of all the unloading, she gradually made towards the tree line. No one had spotted her. She looked over a slender shoulder, making sure none gave chase.

As she spun her head forward again to pick up the pace, she stopped dead in her tracks. There before her, a small, slender figure stood with back resting against the tree. The person stepped out from under the tree, all clothed in black cloth, long daggers in their belt. The figure lifted a gloved hand up to the mask, lowering it and revealing a very feminine face.

Her hair was tied up into a bun to prevent it from getting in the way, angular features and prominent cheek bones accented the tilted green eyes and skin as white as Reyn's own. With a shock, Reyn realized that this woman was one of the bandit twins, who she assumed was a man.

"Now, where do you think you are off to, little doll?" the bandit woman purred, slinking closer.

Reyn backed away from her, not daring to take eyes off those very sharp daggers. Right up until she backed into something.

"Don't toy with the poor thing, Sister." another voice said in the same lilting accent as the woman in front of her.

Reyn spun to face the same woman. No. They were twins, but not exactly the same. These eyes were a rich purple and a old, thin white scar ran down her cheek.

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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 2:43 am

"L-look, I mean no harm. I just got a bit turned around out here and was looking for my way back," Reyn was stammering at this point, speaking fast as she did when she got nervous or scared, "I did not mean to interrupt you two so I will just make my way back."

The young girl, bowed at the two women before attempting to run back off. However, one of the bandits whipped out a hand and grabbed the loop of the chain Reyn had been holding and the momentum sent her crashing backwards, choking as she struggled to take in a breath from her strangled neck.

Tears streamed down her face as she curled into herself, attempting to back away physically from the two women who were now advancing on her, shaking their heads as if disappointed.

"Pretty little thing but defenseless like a baby bird," one spoke out, nudging the trembling young girl with her furred foot.

Reyn let out another whimper as air filled her lungs once more but left her still coughing, her hand trying to rub away the pain.

'I am in trouble now, good going Reyn,' her mind whispered to her, 'And apparently I was wrong about the women.'


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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 8:37 am

Perhaps he shouldn't have let the twins capture her. They'd always been a touchy pair of women. Strolling around the side of the building, he saw the pair looming over the cowering form of the new slave.

"Ladies, I think you have scared her enough for the day." he said amusedly, crouching down on his heels beside Reyn. "You have learnt your lesson, yes?" He asked, eyeing her.

She nodded emphatically, breathing shallowly from fright. He laughed and, holding out his hand expectantly, tugged on her leash as the green eyed twin passed it to him.

"Come along, slave. I have need of you." he murmured gruffly, leading her back into the main part of their camp.

She followed reluctantly, feet dragging, not wanting to go anywhere with this strange man and his posse. He lead her to one of the wooden structures, unlatching the door and pushing it open, tugging the collar when she hesitated.

"Girl, get inside. Now." he ordered, voice darkening as she continued to delay.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 12:54 pm

Reyn let out a squeak and she was pulled into the building, her knees shaking at the tone of his voice. She pulled her arms in tight around her body and immediately began blubbering, "I am sorry. I am sorry. I was frightened so I ran. I was not thinking. Please, I-"

One look from the man immediately cut the words right out of her mouth and left her gaping. The look in his eyes frightened her and sent a shiver down her spine. She sent a quick look around the home, if that's what it was, but her mind wasn't taking in any details other than means of escape. There wasn't much and on top of it, the man would be able to grab her before she had a chance of getting close to the small window.

Turning her eyes back to him, she almost shook her head. The last thing she wanted to do was make this man angry, he probably was already irritated by her earlier attempt. Walking closer to her trembling form, he leaned in close before closing the door behind her with a slam.

Her shaking legs gave out slightly and allowed her to fall back against the now-closed door as she stared up at him, her eyes wide. "Please," Reyn whispered, unsure what she was even asking for but she knew she wanted away from this man.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 1:59 pm

As the door slammed shut, the room became visibly darker, the only light coming from the buildings three small windows, enough to dimly reveal the hardwood furniture. A tall writing desk of dark stained wood in one corner, a padded chair tucked in underneath. A short dresser, enough to hold a few changes of clothes sat in the opposite corner with a few colourful shells and rocks displayed on the top. A large oval shaped rug dominated the centre of the room, thick and soft to the touch. And up against the far wall, a litter of thick furs and blankets and surprisingly bright cushions.

Ronan tangled a large hand into her golden hair, pulling on it enough to force her head back. He looked deep into her eyes, his silver orbs seeming to glow in the dimness. His considerable height loomed over her slight form, his hand almost big enough to envelop her face if he wished it. With a soft hiss, he slowly drew a dagger from the back of his belt, his eyes never leaving her own, the intensity of his gaze keeping her attention.

Silently, he traced the tip of the sharp weapon from her neck, and down the centre of her body, his hand steady and never wavering, light enough for her to feel the point but not marking flesh. The silence continued as the dagger reached her stomach, the only sound being the rapid beat of her heart, her breath seeming to stop.

With a quick flick of his wrist, her clothing loosened then pulled apart at the exact centre, the material sliced cleanly and not a single nick on her pale skin.

The dagger disappeared as he re-sheathed it, his hypnotic gaze keeping her entranced and intimidated at the same time. His freshly freed hand slid across each shoulder and arm, the remnants of her clothing falling off and into a pile at her feet.

Suddenly, his hand in her hair began pulling as he walked across the short distance of the building to the pallet, forcing her down onto knees and facing the wall away from him. She could feel the thuds as he knelt behind, his firm grasp lowering her head towards the softness of his bedding until she had to support herself with hands, kneeling on all fours before the powerful warrior.

Rustling behind her announced the removal of his own clothing, the furs easily untying without the need to pull them over his head. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his broad, dark chest bare in the dim light, a light covering of dark hair running down past his stomach.

They hadn't bothered to find the woman undergarments while they looted the fortress. Which turned out all the better for this exact moment. Her clothing was pushed down to bunch around her knees, exposing the pink flesh of her womanhood.

A soft growl escaped his lips as he looked upon her ripeness, his exposed manhood quickly rising to the occasion as he freed it from his pants. Ignoring her whimpers and pleas, Ronan took hold of his hardness and slowly but forcefully pushed the thick rod inside her, his hand in her soft hair forcing her face down into the furs and blankets, pinning her effectively with a single toned arm. He grunted in pleasure as he sunk his cock every wide inch until bottoming out.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Sun Nov 10, 2013 2:27 pm

The blood was rushing through her body as Reyn's heart pounded to try and escape her chest. She couldn't hear anything through the reaction of her body and the heavy panting that fell from her lips. Already shoved down on her knees, her clothing was stripped from her with an effortless move on his part and she blinked in confusion.

King Thien had forced his touch on her before and chosen to gaze upon her naked body but he had never handled her so roughly or stripped her of her clothing so quickly.

She peeked over her shoulder and gazed at his body, unlike any man she had ever seen before. He was so large that kneeling behind her, he completely covered her. A gasp escaped her as she felt something nudging her sensitive bared opening.

"No!" Reyn cried out, bringing one hand back to try and push him away. He wasn't actually going to, was he? King Thien had never. No one had ever done such a thing to her. "Please, do no-" a didn't kind of cry was ripped from her lips as he thrust into her completely, tearing her open and sending her body into a tight clench of pain.

She heard him grunt behind her as her arms gave out and she fell face first into the furs, sobbing as he speared her and broke her from the inside. Her shaking legs doing nothing to keep her up on her knees but she remained there by his clasp on her hips.

Tears streaked her face as she could do nothing but allow him to violate her. It hurt. Her body clenched so tightly around him as if trying to push him out. However, through her sobs, she began to struggle, attempting to get away but he only seemed to respond with harder touches.

She felt like her body was on fire and she was sure it was from shame and a sobbed gasp of surprise escaped her lips as his hand slid down the front of her hip to where they were joined and began stroking the sensitive bundle there.

Flinching, she tried to move away from his hand but after a moment, her sobs started to sound different. Her face heated up in shame again as a soft sound fell out her mouth, muffled in the furs.

However, the other hand on her hip moved up to wrap in her hair, forcing her to arch under him. She could have sworn she heard him chuckle darkly. She still hurt and was so sensitive where he speared her but she couldn't stop the small moans that escaped her.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Mon Nov 11, 2013 1:22 pm

Ronan had spent months without a woman to sate his desires. Although he truthfully wanted this slave to sing for his group like one of those court bards, he hungered. He hungered for the touch of smooth flesh, not scarred by battle and the heat of a woman's excitement wrapped around him.

As his fingers lightly stroked her bud, a quiet, almost inaudible sound escaped her lips. His sharpened hearing picked it up and he smiled. Gripping the girl by the back of her hair, he lifted her up enough so that her sounds were no longer muffled by his bedding.

With another slow, deep thrust of his cock, a soft moan leaked from her throat. She didn't only make beauitful sounds when singing, it appeared. He chuckled despite himself, enjoying greatly the simple yet instinctive moan of pleasure.

His fingers sped up their work, suddenly desperate to hear more, his hips thrusting slower but with more force, each blow his pelvic bone against her ass rocking the girl forwards, his grip in her golden locks the only thing keeping her body from collapsing against the floor again.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Mon Nov 11, 2013 1:59 pm

A shiver ran up her spine as his fingers became more active against her, her hips now squirming under him. She was still hurting but her body was misbehaving, and now it was starting to feel a little different. Bringing a shaking hand back, she pressed it against his hip as best she could, trying to push him out and away from her.

He responded to her touch by pulling back from her but immediately sunk back in and paused, leaving her speared on his cock. Her breathing was coming out in mewled pants as she tried to move forward unsuccessfully.

His stop of movement made her clench and unclench around his cock, all too aware of what was inside of her. She could feel every ridge and vein as it throbbed against her fluttering walls. And all to suddenly, he rolled his hips and her arm fell forward as she let out a cry.

The tension in her belly made her squirm uncomfortably, so unsure and ashamed on how her body was reacting. Moaning softly with every thrust, her body tensed, eyes widening as she felt her body give out, swearing his fingers were driving her mind as she convulsed around him.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Mon Nov 11, 2013 2:11 pm

His fingers continued their gentle assault as her recently deflowered womanhood clenched tight around his thick girth, leaving himself sunk deep inside her during her body's spasms.

Releasing his grip on her hair to allow her to sink down to the softness of the ground. Ronan gripped a slender shoulder in his free hand and raised up onto his feet, crouching over her body, using the new angle to slide his cock down into her, back arching naturally from the position.

With a quiet grunts of pleasure, the warrior thrust his powerful hips, a light sheen of sweat coating his bare chest as the scent of their bonding filled the room. Dragging his nails down her spine between thrusts and gradually speeding up once set into a rhythm.

He could feel his inhibitions begin to leave him as the excitement within his ripped body built, hips moving faster and harder the longer he went, fingers circling her sensitive bundle rapidly.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Mon Nov 11, 2013 2:29 pm

Panting heavily now, Reyn laid underneath the savage and did nothing more than moan with his thrusts. Her mind was so muddled now that she could barely feel the pain lingering. It still stung every time he sunk deeply into her but now it was muted by the hot rush of pleasure that flowed through her veins.

"Ah.. ah," she moaned out, blinking her heavy-lidded eyes as her body was rocked, the pressure against her feminine bundle causing her to arch, mouth falling open and she exploded and convulsed under him.

Her body was wrapped in a hot flush as she trembled uncontrollably, her voice falling from her lips incoherently as her hips rocked on their own, riding out the waves of pleasure that racked her body. Her flesh slick with sweat and heat that prickled as the cool air of the room carressed her.

Coming down from her high, she blinked slowly before tears began to fill her eyes, ashamed of her behavior and horrified at what she had just done.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Mon Nov 11, 2013 2:42 pm

A low growl issued forth from his throat at the way her body squeezed around him and convulsed, his hips moving harder to compensate for the clenching.

His body was hot, clean sweat dripping down his stomach, muscles in his arms and neck bulging from the effort as his thrusts grew more and more erratic, the pressure building as his cock swelled further inside of her as she soaked his thighs.

Leaning forward with one hand clutching a handful of bedding beside her face, groaning with every stroke of his throbbing manhood. In the back of his mind, he knew he should pull out, but animalistically he yearned to mark his pretty slave with his own seed.

"ughh..." he called out as his cock throbbed faster, until suddenly, a new heat enveloped the inside of her pussy.

Body tensing and going stiff, his last few thrusts sending thick webs of his hot seed to coat her inner walls as he climaxed, cock quivering in delight.

With an exhausted breath of air, he pulled out his still dripping member, collapsing down beside her shivering form to lay on his back, eyes closed. His heavy breathing slowly subsiding as his heart returned to it's normal pace.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Mon Nov 11, 2013 2:53 pm

As soon as she felt him collapse beside her, she curled up into herself. The sensitive place between her legs throbbed in pain, pleasure, and wet heat. She was afraid of slipping her fingers down there and seeing what he had done to her. There was no way he had not broken her when he slipped himself inside her so forcefully.

She had never welcomed a man into such a place before and he had been so large and forcefully. Her legs still trembled and ached to the point where she knew she would not be able to stand if she tried. A shiver racked her now cooling body, goosebumps crawled up her skin as her fingers gripped at a fur and pulled it close to her chest - more of an attempt to hide her body than trying to draw heat.

She was afraid of moving, afraid that he would grow angry or want more. And when she heard his movement from behind her, she immediately tensed up more than she had already been. His arm came down in front of her body, trapping her under him as he kept his body raised, looking down at her.

Her breath was quick with fear as she locked eyes with his piercing silver ones, her own wider than they had ever been. She knew she could run away from him without collapsing but she would crawl if she had to.

Throwing an arm up, using his stabilizing arms as her advantage, she hit him before rolling from the furs onto the floor. The instant chill shocked her body and the pain between her thighs made her gasp, a hand coming down to touch her tummy, scared that it would break into pieces under her. However, the momentary distraction allowed the lion man time to clamp his hand down around her ankle and yank her back.
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PostSubject: Re: The Band of the Hawk   Mon Nov 11, 2013 3:19 pm

Tugging her over towards him, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as she's pressed against his side.

"Now, now. The twins won't be so nice if you decide to go for another stroll." he murmured chidingly, callused fingers tracing runes on her bare back.

He didn't have feelings towards this slave, but she did feel nice to embrace. She bore his seed, the lucky woman, yet showed such rudeness towards him. Was that fear in her eyes? Yes. He'd seen it many times in the eyes of those whose lives he took.

"You needn't fear for your life, slave. Not from me at least. The others...they're not so gentle. Good folk, in general, but not gentle." he said softly, drowsiness settling in.

Despite his instincts telling him different, it had been so long since he had felt such comfort.

"I wonder if this will be my last moment? Killed in my sleep by a frightened girl." he thought idly, as his consciousness drifted off. Hundreds of men killed by his hands, and the one to finish him would be this delicate flower. He chuckled softly.

Ronan settled into his bedding, the bare form of Reyn pressed against his as he fell into a relaxed sleep, baring to her his most vulnerable self.
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