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Post by Midnight on Aug 3, 2004 20:08:54 GMT -5
Snarling still at the one who seems to be inslting and agrivating my home I look to the King and black ears flicker waiting for the word from him a deep throated growl rumbles through my chest as I watch the men closely ears flickering as my great black body twitches intently
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 4, 2004 2:43:27 GMT -5
*Suddenly it all became too much for her.......either she had stood up too quickly from the floor...or perhaps the wild accusation of being branded a Witch. The combination of such and the crowd that seemed to be gathering within the Hall did not bode well and she felt herself feeling quite ill.
Sinold had appeared......he seemed angry and confused to see the scene before him....Halethala stood with him..close..protected.....did she think badly of her. The King.....was he listening to the mad ravings of the foreigner.....worst still would he believe them. Midnight was becoming even more aggressive in her stance....obviously protecting her home.
As she started to move forward...to explain more....she found her breathing laboured.....the room began to swirl about her..faces..images...harsh words were heard.....what could she do.... how would the words form when her mouth was so dry.
All colour seemed to drain from her face...giving her features a deathly palour......her eyes widened then as she felt the floor rising to engulf her. She was afraid.......terrified even to think of the consequences.....she did but try and help another.....she was not a witch.
Her words were jumbled.....emotions battling for a place within her...confusion...fear...anger now utter dismay as she felt herself losing the fight for composure. She let out a cry as she reached forward to grasp at the chair............it was all too much.*
((*chuckling* This is fast becoming amazing! Dream will faint as I am not going to be here today....I look forward to reading more upon my return.))
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Post by Admin on Aug 4, 2004 5:18:08 GMT -5
The accuasations fly.. and suddenly the Lady Dream stands and beings to faint..
Quickly, I cross the floor, grabbng her falling form before she can hit the ground. Carefully, I settle her into a chair, and turn to the fools whom be fast becoming number one and two on my hatred list. Thinking I should just let Midnight tear into them and end it for once and for all.
*growling low and angry, my eyes flashing with pure hatred and disgust. * " iffn thee EVER speak to one of me subjects with such a tongue, I shall tear it out with me own hands and shove it down ye bloody throat. Ye are guests in me home and on me lands, and time and time again thee are trying me patence and testing me limits of me temper. Now I have thee bloody ships attacking Guests of my home.. This I shall nae stand for. Either call off thee men, or I shall sink ye ships to the bottom of me harbour and clasp thee all in jail for the rest of thy missrable lives? IS THAT CLEAR? "*I bellow making sure these french twits understand that here, my word rules and I am nae about to bow to some french arse hole whom thinks he rules the world. "
Now get out of me site, iffn thee need a healer for thee man, one shall be sent to the chambers... and with that, I turn to kneel before Lady Dream and sooth her with a gentle patting on her hand*
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Post by Halethala on Aug 4, 2004 8:02:11 GMT -5
She'd just opened her mouth to ask more of Dream, her eyes affixed to the prone figure and stunned at the apparently mad Frankish accusations . . . she jumped at the unexpected touch, stiffening in resistance before she saw at whose hand it came. A flood of relief coursed through her to see her betrothed again, even in such a setting, and she felt immediately safer. Casting a fleeting look at him, laden with several emotions at once, she leaned against his broadness, gripping the arm he had encircling her til he surely had to have winced at her fingers digging in.
She pulled away slightly with an intent to fly to Dream's side when she realized the Lady was not going to remain upright, but the King was already there. His angry words felt like hammer blows against her ears . .
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Post by Francois de Trechanoux on Aug 4, 2004 8:50:45 GMT -5
*He watched as the Lady almost fell in a swoon, the sneer upon his face was the closest he ever got to Pure Joy! His plan was working!!! He saw the King enfold the Lady in his arms before she hit the floor, and also saw the King come close to bursting with anger....Good, good!! This was going even better than he had hoped for!!
Turning to face the King as he storms out he calls after the Regent..*
M'Lord! Don't you see??....This Witch has bespelled even you! I pray thee Lord to unblind these Good People, so they may see YOUR light!
*He glanced at the great cat, and altho mind reading is not possible, he flung a thought at the feline....."Every move, every snarl you make, only feeds the Fire now! Touch me not!"
Then he looks about at the crowd that has gathered....and his face somehow becomes kind...*
Good people, surely you see this? The Great Cat snarls at me as her Mistress is struck down by the Lord's Will!! Surely this is a Sign!!!
*The evil joy that courses thro Francois' mind now is almost heart-stopping...with carefully laid words, he may yet bring this upstart "King" to view Vinzelles' "proposal" in a more favored light ...and he, Francois de Trechanoux, shall be Savior of this Day!! *
((Francois REALLY needs a room with padded walls..he's losin it!!! *LOL* I hope this little "twist" is fun for everyone!! It is me!!! *WS*))
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Post by Midnight on Aug 4, 2004 12:29:43 GMT -5
 Seeing Lady Dream fall not knowing that she has fainted the tight muscles in my sleek black body release as I jump towards the one who keeps hollar and to me seems to have hurt someone from my home the scream of rage that I let out is enough to make a man's blood curdle as I hit the man in the chest claws sinking into him my teeth are bared and ready to go for his throat. Black Ears twitch a bit I literally sit on top of the man my claws sunk in not moving one bit save for a snarl of warning to him that if he moves he will become my next meal. I turn my head long enough to look towards the King and Lady Dream my attention for the most part remains on the man who seems to have hurt Lady Dream in some manner or another. The man I sit on is close enough now to see the leather collar around my neck and see the WS initials on it.
I keep listening to the voices of those in the castle waiting to hear what order is going to be given mainly listening to see if I can make this man into a meal. The raised voice of the King was enough to set off a very bad nerve anyway as when he gets mad so do I. |
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Post by Sinold Bragasson on Aug 4, 2004 13:36:21 GMT -5
With amazement Sinold looked on as the big black cat, whom he had seen before but never befriended or even liked – she was more like a demon to him, and thus he could slightly understand the Frank’s rantings about evil beings in this room – and slowly nodded his approval of her actions. He would have struck down that man himself and had almost stepped towards him, when the black cat had taken advantage and done the pu nising herself.
Sinold growled towards Letha, taking a step towards her to again whisper in her ear. “I would have beat him to a pulp... such scum will not stay in this catle for long and threaten you and others!”
He glared at those remainign two Franks, the one on the couch now moving his head slightly, yet his eyes still closed. Was he possessed as well?
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 4, 2004 14:42:50 GMT -5
((Cannot help but chuckle here.... exhausting day but will post again tommorow *S*))
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Post by Francois de Trechanoux on Aug 4, 2004 17:42:29 GMT -5
*screaming bloody hell as the cat pounces upon him and lays him flat and digs claws into his flesh, he can feel his bladder letting go and soiling his britches.
After a few moments when he finally realized that the Cat was not going to immediately consume him, he brought himself under control and began his "act"*
Lay off me Foul Beast of Satan!! Lay off in the Lord's Name!! *then turning his attention to any in the crowd that would hear him he called out*
See? The Witch Falls, and the Familiar attacks! Is this not proof enough??? Satan has taken Residence here within these walls! Now in the name of God, desist Foul Beast and lay off!! King Agustin, tis on YOUR head this Foul Beast lays me low...If that woman is NOT a Witch, then YOU must command this Creature to Desist!!!
*chuckling inwardly for Francois knows that no matter what the King Commands, he will be left in a corner....if he commands the Cat to kill him, then it will seem to prove out the Francs' words that there is a "teaming" of King and Witch...if he commands the Cat to Release him, again he steps into a corner of his own making....and leaves Francois to spread more tales of this "witch" within his own walls*
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Post by Admin on Aug 4, 2004 23:34:29 GMT -5
*after making sure the lady is fine, and Leatha and Sinold are as well. I turn me attantion back to the babbling idiot about to be eaten by midnight.
" Sir, and I do use that term verra loosely right now.. I do belive thee best shut thee mouth and stop insulting me home and those whom dwell within it. Iffn thee call the good lady Dream a witch once more, and I shall personally cut thee tongue off. * to drive this point him, me right hand moves to me side and slips the six inch dagger out *. Nae to mention with a simple word from me, thee either live or die by me personal pet, whom is protecting her home and loved ones.
Thee choice is yers ... for me patence with thee has run out and I have nae a problem with having me pet tear thee lungs out.
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Post by Lamont Duchesne on Aug 5, 2004 7:05:22 GMT -5
Trechanoux was acting like a mindless brat, it angered Lamont more and more. How often had he warned Vinzelles about taking that young hotspur under is wings, if only in the capacity of guard. Even as such he now proved to be a miserable failure....with a last look at his friend who still lay quietly on the couch. Forzunate for him that he didn’t have to witness Trechanoux making a fool out of himself in front of the king.
But something needed to be done, and quickly. Since Vinzelles was in no condition to make any decisions right now, it fell upon Lamont to act on his behalf. He brushed over his friend’s hands one last time, a familiar, gentle gesture of friendship and brotherly love almost, then Lamont stood and walked over to the ruler of Windstorm.
Bowing, Lamont began to address the man. “Sire... King Agustin! I must truly appologize for the unforgivable behavior of Messieu Trechanoux donw there. I agree that you have all right to be angered, I myself had tried to still the young one’s tongue but... alas, his temper is hard to control. However, that cannot be any excuse for the unfounded accusations he threw at your lovely womenfolk. I do appologize and will offer you a trade of sorts – we accept the release of our man, Dark, from your dungeons, and for all the insults we offer that man,” Lamont pointed at Francois who lay still underneath the bulk of the black cat, “we will offer you Messieu Trechanoux as toy for your wardens!”
A cold look went over to trechanoux, a gaze that bore trouble should the young man disagree in any shape or form. “That whelp needs a lesson in propriety, in manners, as – I am certain – the navigator Darek has learnt while he was with you here. And should he protest, let me be the one cutting out his tongue, sire!" He smiled towards Agustin, then continued. "But there is another matter which I request information upon – what is happening in the harbour? We cannot be certain but my instict tells me that something is not right there. Will you give us this information, Sire?”
Lamont heard Vinzelles stir, but a glanze over to him told the man that his friend was still not conscious. He then looked back to await the king’s verdict and hoped he would finally get some information as to what was transpiring in the harbour.
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Post by Dream Loxley on Aug 5, 2004 7:35:20 GMT -5
*Her head ached.....she could hear her heart beating within it....loud...encroaching stopping her thoughts from making any sense. She opened her eyes.....staring...focussing on the people within the Hall....the King enraged... Midnight on top of the mad man.....she lifted a hand to her forehead and sighed deeply. She must be sleeping... she had to be dreaming... some viscous nightmare filled with evil intent....a witch.....oh no.
She dropped her hand to her other....pinching the skin on the back of it hard...then harder still to wake herself....she felt sick then... a nausea enveloping her as she moved to sit more upright. Realisation dawning...she had fainted....this was real... no nightmare. Her eyes found Midnight then.. for a moment ...she emplored her through her stare, silently.....no words spoken, simply looking at the great beast....release him... nae harm him or 'tis to be worse still.
So many stood around.....so loud were the voices she was hearing... her King...defying the one who seemed to be quite mad.... did he not realise the implications of being accused of witchcraft....the words would spread.....her credibility even within her own home would be endangered. She faught back the tears as they threatened to engulf her... she was terrified now as she watched the scene developing before her wide open eyes.
Halethala had her Sinold to comfort and keep her.....she looked to them... her own features now drawn and pale...her heart ached for her beloved.....what if they took her away now......what of him...and her daughter.... what would become of them. Her fate would be sealed....she could not bear to imagine such.
If she believed in God...she would have prayed then as she listened to the kinder man speaking... he was sensible.. he seemed to understand the madness that was unfolding now..... Lamont....was that his name. Glancing to the other...still kept safely within his slumbers.... she wished she could be anywhere but here, but her legs felt as heavy as lead weights and simply would not move from the chair.*
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Post by Francois de Trechanoux on Aug 5, 2004 11:51:18 GMT -5
*Still he lay under the great cat's body, he knew with a single glance from King Stormblade, his life would end..and his blood spilled upon the stone of the Great Hall...forever staining it!
He risked a look at the Lady he Accused...This "Dream Loxley" as he believed her name to be...He saw in her eyes that she alone understood what his Words meant....that in point of Fact, HE was the only one that could Release her but condemning his own Words, Denouncing himself as "mad" and his words of no consquence.
Yet the King maintained the Threat, by not removing the Cat from Francois' body...Would he truly allow Dream to be branded a Witch forever by allowing him to be killed???
And Lamont, he knew no help would come to him from this Quarter either...the man had no Vision at all it seemed...He sighed softly as if in severe dissappointment in the man...Naturally if Francois survived this, he would see to it that Lamont suffered...somehow, someway! Francois was not without his collection of "friends in high places".............
But first there remained the One Question.....Would Francois survive the next few moments...Could the Witch make her Lord see the peril she was in, altho no harm had befallen her physically, the Threat was no less Real!!
What happened next was held in Limbo for what seemed an Eternity already!!!*
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Post by Midnight on Aug 5, 2004 12:17:33 GMT -5
Hearing Dream's words I look to the King to see if that is his wish as well. Looking to the man underneath of me I let out a very low growl but remain on him till the King tells me otherwise. I let out a very low mewl to Lady Dream as if asking is she alright. My tail flickers lightly brushing against the man's legs as I remain on his chest. My claws have retracted back a bit but my weight is enough to make his breathing a bit labored. shaking my head a bit and then my entire black body I yawn a bit exposing rows of razor sharp teeth and then begin to lick my lips a bit before sitting my rear end down on the man's chest and start cleaning off my face with my paw. Showing the man he is no worry to me. |
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Aug 6, 2004 4:48:08 GMT -5
By order of her father, she had been spared of most of the war, but now that hostility had penetrated their own home, she could barely nae notice. Her first concern now was for her friend, and in a tone of command she tried to make sound convincing she had asked to be taken to her.
Tug, the unfortunate guard who had somehow been assigned to be the one that carried her when she could nae yet walk helped her off the stairs. She would try to climb them herself later! The lingering had to stop. She was getting better. She was! Everyone saw 't.
Carefully she was settled into the chair next to her friend, while Tug now remained standing next to both ladies. The man perhaps nae had the quickest wit of all the guards, but he was unfailingly reliable, and unaware yet of the shrubbing he would get for actually bringing the princess into the hall at a time like this. Still... there was not a chanc any man would get past Tug -strong as a bear- to either of the Ladies.
M'lady? Ye be... Good Lord in Heavens ye be white as a sheet? *with wide eyes she stared at those assembled, trying to find out what had exactly happened, and what had been kept from her.*
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