Post by Dream Loxley on Jun 30, 2012 3:10:42 GMT -5
Some time ago RPO held an auction, I put Dream up for a roleplay and Axel won me by bidding! We have finally been able to actually play and this is the result. I hope we might continue on the boards or in the room to reach a conclusion......
The beach house on Windstorm lands.......
AXEL: It was a long story that brought him to this state. Well maybe not so long. In it’s most simplest terms it involved a night of drinking with another Viking crew, a wench. Namely the daughter of the chieftain OF that crew. But it was not HIS fault, she be the one that sought HIS bed. Not that he hadn’t thought of it himself mind you, but she beat him to it. So there, he could claim innocence on that regard. Not that that worked at all. And so it came to pass that he was forced to face a very angry chieftain and a horde of his angry crew. Now he wasn’t one for running away from any battle, but naked and unarmed, facing a good 20 men, well he wasn’t stupid. So another long story short…and a lot of running…brought him to his current state and that would be roaming through the woods, naked as the day he was born and wondering by the blood of the gods why he could not seem to find any kind of farmhouse or…anyplace where he might pilfer some clothing and at least a dagger. At least the season was summer, he thought in an attempt to look on the Brightside.
It wasn’t so long that the countryside took on a vaguely familiar look to it…and he began to realize just where he was. A smile spread his lips as he thought of the lady once again and wondered if he might find her about. But then he frowned and remembered the wench had guards. He slowed his pace, lightened his steps, perked his ears for any sounds of….well, guards….
DREAM: Dream had spent the day at the cottage.......the sun had been so kindly and now her children slept in their beds, so exhaused, their tummy's full and even Ranger Owen was taking a well deserved nap after playing with young Thomas for most of the afternoon. She sat by the fire outside, watching as the sea became more calm and the Sun began to make its way down towards the horizon, oh how she adored this place...peace and quiet save for a few Gulls and the odd animal moving around.*
AXEL: The beach came into view along with the cool breeze blowing up from it. The fire caught his eye and looked rather welcoming, especially to a bare-assed man. His eyes scanned the area…ah aye this was the place…looked for any guards baring down upon him, or at least keeping watch. But none came into view yet. In fact as he drew nearer the only figure he could see was the lady sitting by the fire, the flames lighting her beautiful face with it’s golden glow. He paused for a moment and took in the sight, as he debated the best way of going about this. Again he wasn’t stupid, he was unarmed and bore no protection, but then again he doubted she had more than a few guards. Even odds to him. Her picked his way forward, striding along as if he were dressed like a king…and in his mind he was for no clothing could look as well on him as his own fine skin. His lips twitched into a grin, as a thought came to mind…a way to perhaps delay a cry of alarm. He began to stagger about, groan some as he clutched his abdomen like a man in vast pain. Surely this would appeal to a lady’s nurturing senses and instinct would have her moving to help rather than screaming in terror.
DREAM: *It wasn't an animal...or was it....she looked back towards the woodland......frowning a little as her vision moved back and forth to Owen who was by now deeply asleep only a little way away....she should wake him, but he was tired and did do such a goodly job with her youngest.. She stood slowly, listening, trying to decide just where the sounds were coming from, it didn't sound like an animal, there should be no danger.......but she lifted a piece of driftwood high in her hand as she moved forward very slowly........*
AXEL: His feet shuffled clumsily through the sand now, coming closer. He groaned more for good measure and even gasped a little. Surely she had seen him now? He peeked up from his doubled over state, saw her standing now armed with a piece of wood. Trying not to grin he made himself stumble and fall, made a show of struggling to get back on his feet. Then he reached out his hand towards her….in a pleading way and gasped…then fell face first into the sand where he remained motionless. He wanted to laugh, but kept lips firmly closed as he didn’t want a mouth full of sand. But it was almost too much to resist….
DREAM: *She could not tell....it sounded like it came from the woodland and yet, no....she heard it again and turned around quickly......it was a man, falling down just along the beach. Oh my.......she dropped the driftwood immediately and lifted her skirts high so as to be able to run quickly to his aid. She had no thought of waking Owen and no fear within her as she reached him, only then did she drop to her knees and gasp in shock to actually realise he was naked.* "Oh my......Oh my........"
AXEL: His ears picked up the sounds of her feet running through the sand…towards him. Aye good good. Then he both heard and felt her beside him…and it was harder still, to not laugh when he heard her exclamations. Stifling that laughter and forcing the grin from his face he groaned loudly and rolled over…his face now a mask of pain. He lifted his pain filled eyes to her face, attempted to reach out his hand but he was obviously too weak for it only made it half way before falling back onto the sand. “My lady help me, I am dying…”
*He moved....he rolled over, she was in a state of panic, for in truth she had thought it her Robin, staggering and falling...coming home to her, in need, in desperate need, she had thought of no danger nothing, only tending him, keeping him safe. This man was not her Robin and he was naked and now he was dying! She shook her head, quite at a loss now, her eyes scanning what she could see of his flesh, and there was quite a lot showing, but no blood, older scars but nothing to tell her a tale of what had happened to him. She loosened the apron from her waist and placed it over his buttocks, simply so save her from having to look and also to save him any embarassement.* "What ........M'Lord....where ......where be yer wound....pray tell me, help me to help ye!"
AXEL: It was nearly too much, the façade was in very real danger of racking. And when she covered him with the apron it did crack and he began to laugh, but quickly covered it up with a bout of coughing. His eyes moved along her face, taking in the panic there, the concern for his non existent wounds. He suddenly felt a little bad, playing her like this. But the ruse had worked, no guards beating him to a pulp, only a beautiful woman fawning over him. Laying on his back now, with everything exposed to view, his lips did twitch a little as his eyes came to look into hers, his hand coming to rest over the place where his heart lay beating within his chest. “Tis my heart my lady…tis breaking upon seeing such a woman as beautiful as you….”His face broke into a smile, his most winning smile, the one that made all the ladies hearts melt…..and he braced himself for what reaction that would bring.
DREAM: *She could not see any blood...there should be blood, surely if the man was dying.......her eyes quickly went up and down again, shaking her head as he wanted to help him.....then....he coughed and finally spoke, his hand over his heart....what......her head tilted, she frownded and sat back upon her heels, just looking at him in a state of shock. * "What do ye mean........why do ye speak as such....why.....oh....oh no ye can nae be him!"
AXEL: His brows rose at that, his smile growing wider. “If by him ye mean the man who heroically saves you from being forced to ride trees….or the man who so gallantly returns your precious baubles…the man who dreams of your beauty every night…aye I be him. And I am dying and have fought, struggled and gave everything within myself to come here for just one kiss from your sweet lips…surely you wouldn’t refuse a dying man?”He waited for the pummeling...
DREAM: For a moment her hand went to touch her shoulder where she bore the scar....the arrow had skimmed her flesh, she had been taken by force, ended up upon a branch with a strange man attempting to get her onto his horse......this man, this now naked and apparently free from any weapons she could see was now here...on HER beach again........with the impression she would ever ever even consider him worthy.....her head shook from side to side again, she had a look of disdain......yet she was calm and more in control than before.* "Methinks ye best get away now......afore the Rangers awaken and I scream fer help........ye are nae in a fit state ta fight back now are ye!"
AXEL: He noted the look of distain now painting her face and thought perhaps he should have kept up the ruse a little longer. He made a tsking sound and moved to sit up, his hand moving to his heart again. “Now ye really do break my heart. Nae I am not in a fit state, twas hoping to find some clothing and other useful items so that I may make my way back to my crew. Now being the man that I am, I am willing to make a fair trade if ye be so willing to help me.”That was more then generous to his thinking, for being the man that he was normally he would just take what he wanted. Although the fact that he had nothing to trade might be noticed…
DREAM: *She actually felt like she had the upper hand.....for once. Here was a man, vunerable to say the least, naked and unarmed, actually asking her for help. So he was alone, he gave that much away, but his crew would not be that far away she was sure. Trade.....she wanted to laugh and a faint smile did appear as she carefully considered his words. Perhaps her own vanity or she was too naive, but she did not cry out for help nor scream, but allowed her body to move so as so sit more comfortable whilst she looked him up and down.* "It would seem M'Lord that ye are nae in a position to either make demands nor to trade........and the apron covering yer.......manhood be mine......so I should think ye are already in my debt aye."
AXEL: He chuckled and also made himself more comfortable sitting in the sand. His grin took on a more lecherous look, at your mention of him having nothing to trade. “My lady thy apron now resting on my…manhood…as you so put it is there for YOUR benefit not mine and in my keeping it there I would have to say that YE are in MY debt not I yours. As for trade I may currently possess no material goods, but I am blessed with many…many talents, any and all of which I will most willing offer to you.”he let that hang in the air for a moment before going on… “I can assist you in any area ye may have need of a strong back…and I am excellent with many weapons…and swords…and other sword-like things…”
DREAM: Of course he did have a point....yet if she took the apron back, perhaps the Gulls may think it meal time.....she wanted to laugh again, more because she was quite out of her depth and nervous ....but would never intentionally allow him to know of that. She relaxed just a little, knowing Owen was in ear shot, may already have woken from his nap. "I have all the men of Windstorm to provide fer me.....they are skilled with the sword and any other weapon ye can imagine....why ...oh why would I be in need of anything ye may have to trade....nae.....I think not Sire.....ye have nae a thing I be in need of save fer my apron when ye are done with it."
AXEL: He was beginning to feel at a loss himself for never had he found as much trouble charming a lady as he did this one now. His hand came up to rub at the stubble on his chin in contemplation before moving down and without hesitation plucking the apron from his lap and holding it out to her and leaving himself exposed. “I am most certainly done with it m’lady. But I am not done with you. Aye ye may have an entire keep of men who most assuredly trip over themselves to grant your every wish, none of them are currently sitting bare-assed in the sand on your beach with no food, weapons, or a cool cup of ale. Now being the man that I am I thought it most kind of me to offer trade when I have spent my entire existence raiding and pillaging to get what I want. I may very well BE in this current state but do not think me helpless. I have a fondness in my heart for ye, ever since I plucked ye from that tree branch, I beg ye to take advantage of that fondness.”He suddenly realize he was sounding more like his older brother and he hated that. Where had his charm flown off to? Perhaps he left it behind in his codpiece….Most importantly why was he sitting here debating with the wench when he could just take what he wanted? Because he was looking for an excuse to spend more time with the cursed wench. He refued to admit defeat. He was determined to break through her defenses and he obviously would need more time. “Clothing, a bite of food, some ale and a dagger if ye can spare one. I shall chop enough wood to keep ye in fires for a year…catch enough fish to feed ye for weeks….patch your roof, build another room on your tiny cottage…hunt game for you…name your price woman!”
DREAM: *She gasped at his arrogance...he could have kept the apron to spare his blushes, but then again did he blush....could he....she sat upright a little and almost threw the fabric back at him. He was offended, she could hear it within his words......she felt pity almost....for it would be far too easy to forget when they came before and what they could have done. She lowered her head, thinking for a moment....pondering this awkward situation and what could become of it....who had the most to gain...not her surely......but he was desperate and desperate men took desperate measures, she should not challenge him too much. She shifted her postion a little before speaking in a quiet tone, no more defiance, more submissive.* "The men of Windstorm do nae trip over themselves Sire, for they walk with dignity and treat me as a friend....I shall give ye aid......I have clothes in the cottage that belonged to my Husband and I have food. I would ask such of ye that my children be sleeping and Ranger Owen be here....please.......would ye honour me and leave them be iffn I give ye that which ye are asking?"
AXEL: His brow quirked and he gave a snort. “Then the men of Windstorm are daft. Ye are one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my travels and any man should feel privileged to trip over himself in servitude of ye. Perhaps we should have raided the keep, for the lot surely deserve to die for such an offence in merely being content with calling ye friend.” Not that he thought flattery would butter this woman up. Only the gods knew what it would take but he was curious to find out. He didn’t miss the word “belonged”…as in used to…so husband was no longer? A boon for him for sure. “Of course I shall be respectful, have I not been so so far? Perhaps not perfectly but tis hard for a Viking such as myself.”He rose suddenly, bringing that with the gulls could never imagine feeding on to eye level for you ((snickers..sorry..had to)) and his hand brushed the sand from his arse. “I thank thee m’lady, more than I can say. I am ever they humble servant….as ye say here in these lands…”
DREAM: *Now it was her turn to take offence........she frowned and shook her head* "Nae...ye are wrong.....ye obviously nae have one to call friend....'tis of far more value than any servitude.....ye must be so lacking in such from where ye hail." * She had to look away, her words were stuck for a moment, how brash and bold of him, did he have no shame, no care for her feelings at all. She should have called for Owen....Rising herself and handing him the apron, the frown was there for all to see...the lady was not amused. *"Cover yerself, have ye nae shame...follow me but mind ye nae wake Owen."
AXEL: He took the apron and grinned, held both hands out and looked down at himself. Oh an impressive sight it was! “M’lady, what is there to be ashamed about? As far as men go I am well above average and I have pleased every wench I have been with, both lowborn AND highborn. I can assure you that! In fact most often express just how impressive I am. Nothing shameful here. Now, hiding such grandeur with a frilly apron? That is shameful indeed.”He chuckled again and moved to fall in step with you towards your cottage.
DREAM: *She just turned her head and began to walk towards the cottage.* "I have nae a doubt of yer pleasing women.....but I have to wonder....iffn ye even know that there be far more to actually making a woman happy than that which ye are refering to. Does love ever play a part in yer........activities or is such that yer people are nae capable of....I know they have nae any respect fer others nor their loved ones."
AXEL: He shook his head and sighed. “We have every respect for our loved ones and we love them dearly. My sister even won the love of a man who was known as the ogre of Grimsaros. Aye we raid other lands, but we are loyal to our own. As for the ladies I love each and every one of them. But only for a short time, as I endeavour to not get all caught up with just one.” He chuckled and walked along, hand holding apron to crotch.
DREAM: *Dream pondered his words......would those of Windstorm only be loyal to their own if times were of such....would they have a care if they were at war with others and desperate for food and lands. She did not speak but placed her finger to her lips as they arrived at the cottage. Owen was still sleeping peacefully, she did not wish for this man to be near her children and so she bid him to stay the other side of the building lest Owen would wake and find him.* "I shall bring ye clothing and a dagger......ye must stay quiet aye."
AXEL: Oh how many times has he been with a lady who put her finger to her lips? But always the circumstances were different. Much different. Those other times the evening would have ended in as much pleasure as he could possibly wrung from the moment, but now he was resigned to sleeping alone. Ah well….perhaps he’d wake up with his unfailing charm intact and tomorrow night would be different. But he’d have a dagger, which surprised him, that you would give him one just like that. Perhaps some charm still lingered…he bent his head towards yours, spoke low. “Nay worries m’lady I am well used to skulking about with beautiful wenches.”
DREAM: She was curt...her words short and to the point. "Then mayhaps when ye are dressed ye may find the tavern.......wenches a plenty ye shall find there." Turning on her heel she slipped into the cottage to gather some clothing. Reluctantly she opened the old chest and took out a tunic and a pair of linen trousers. Sighing deeply, they were simply clothes, they had no smell of him any longer...just musty and stale...he would have done the same. No...of course he would not, how naive was she, how stupid. * "Oh Dream, what have ye done." *Muttering to herself how could she believe he would simply go...vanish...and stay away. No dagger......just clothes and food...that was all. She stepped from the cottage and tossed the bundle of clothes at him, standing tall and proud.* "Take these and leave...as ye promised...iffn yer word be good fer anything."
The beach house on Windstorm lands.......
AXEL: It was a long story that brought him to this state. Well maybe not so long. In it’s most simplest terms it involved a night of drinking with another Viking crew, a wench. Namely the daughter of the chieftain OF that crew. But it was not HIS fault, she be the one that sought HIS bed. Not that he hadn’t thought of it himself mind you, but she beat him to it. So there, he could claim innocence on that regard. Not that that worked at all. And so it came to pass that he was forced to face a very angry chieftain and a horde of his angry crew. Now he wasn’t one for running away from any battle, but naked and unarmed, facing a good 20 men, well he wasn’t stupid. So another long story short…and a lot of running…brought him to his current state and that would be roaming through the woods, naked as the day he was born and wondering by the blood of the gods why he could not seem to find any kind of farmhouse or…anyplace where he might pilfer some clothing and at least a dagger. At least the season was summer, he thought in an attempt to look on the Brightside.
It wasn’t so long that the countryside took on a vaguely familiar look to it…and he began to realize just where he was. A smile spread his lips as he thought of the lady once again and wondered if he might find her about. But then he frowned and remembered the wench had guards. He slowed his pace, lightened his steps, perked his ears for any sounds of….well, guards….
DREAM: Dream had spent the day at the cottage.......the sun had been so kindly and now her children slept in their beds, so exhaused, their tummy's full and even Ranger Owen was taking a well deserved nap after playing with young Thomas for most of the afternoon. She sat by the fire outside, watching as the sea became more calm and the Sun began to make its way down towards the horizon, oh how she adored this place...peace and quiet save for a few Gulls and the odd animal moving around.*
AXEL: The beach came into view along with the cool breeze blowing up from it. The fire caught his eye and looked rather welcoming, especially to a bare-assed man. His eyes scanned the area…ah aye this was the place…looked for any guards baring down upon him, or at least keeping watch. But none came into view yet. In fact as he drew nearer the only figure he could see was the lady sitting by the fire, the flames lighting her beautiful face with it’s golden glow. He paused for a moment and took in the sight, as he debated the best way of going about this. Again he wasn’t stupid, he was unarmed and bore no protection, but then again he doubted she had more than a few guards. Even odds to him. Her picked his way forward, striding along as if he were dressed like a king…and in his mind he was for no clothing could look as well on him as his own fine skin. His lips twitched into a grin, as a thought came to mind…a way to perhaps delay a cry of alarm. He began to stagger about, groan some as he clutched his abdomen like a man in vast pain. Surely this would appeal to a lady’s nurturing senses and instinct would have her moving to help rather than screaming in terror.
DREAM: *It wasn't an animal...or was it....she looked back towards the woodland......frowning a little as her vision moved back and forth to Owen who was by now deeply asleep only a little way away....she should wake him, but he was tired and did do such a goodly job with her youngest.. She stood slowly, listening, trying to decide just where the sounds were coming from, it didn't sound like an animal, there should be no danger.......but she lifted a piece of driftwood high in her hand as she moved forward very slowly........*
AXEL: His feet shuffled clumsily through the sand now, coming closer. He groaned more for good measure and even gasped a little. Surely she had seen him now? He peeked up from his doubled over state, saw her standing now armed with a piece of wood. Trying not to grin he made himself stumble and fall, made a show of struggling to get back on his feet. Then he reached out his hand towards her….in a pleading way and gasped…then fell face first into the sand where he remained motionless. He wanted to laugh, but kept lips firmly closed as he didn’t want a mouth full of sand. But it was almost too much to resist….
DREAM: *She could not tell....it sounded like it came from the woodland and yet, no....she heard it again and turned around quickly......it was a man, falling down just along the beach. Oh my.......she dropped the driftwood immediately and lifted her skirts high so as to be able to run quickly to his aid. She had no thought of waking Owen and no fear within her as she reached him, only then did she drop to her knees and gasp in shock to actually realise he was naked.* "Oh my......Oh my........"
AXEL: His ears picked up the sounds of her feet running through the sand…towards him. Aye good good. Then he both heard and felt her beside him…and it was harder still, to not laugh when he heard her exclamations. Stifling that laughter and forcing the grin from his face he groaned loudly and rolled over…his face now a mask of pain. He lifted his pain filled eyes to her face, attempted to reach out his hand but he was obviously too weak for it only made it half way before falling back onto the sand. “My lady help me, I am dying…”
*He moved....he rolled over, she was in a state of panic, for in truth she had thought it her Robin, staggering and falling...coming home to her, in need, in desperate need, she had thought of no danger nothing, only tending him, keeping him safe. This man was not her Robin and he was naked and now he was dying! She shook her head, quite at a loss now, her eyes scanning what she could see of his flesh, and there was quite a lot showing, but no blood, older scars but nothing to tell her a tale of what had happened to him. She loosened the apron from her waist and placed it over his buttocks, simply so save her from having to look and also to save him any embarassement.* "What ........M'Lord....where ......where be yer wound....pray tell me, help me to help ye!"
AXEL: It was nearly too much, the façade was in very real danger of racking. And when she covered him with the apron it did crack and he began to laugh, but quickly covered it up with a bout of coughing. His eyes moved along her face, taking in the panic there, the concern for his non existent wounds. He suddenly felt a little bad, playing her like this. But the ruse had worked, no guards beating him to a pulp, only a beautiful woman fawning over him. Laying on his back now, with everything exposed to view, his lips did twitch a little as his eyes came to look into hers, his hand coming to rest over the place where his heart lay beating within his chest. “Tis my heart my lady…tis breaking upon seeing such a woman as beautiful as you….”His face broke into a smile, his most winning smile, the one that made all the ladies hearts melt…..and he braced himself for what reaction that would bring.
DREAM: *She could not see any blood...there should be blood, surely if the man was dying.......her eyes quickly went up and down again, shaking her head as he wanted to help him.....then....he coughed and finally spoke, his hand over his heart....what......her head tilted, she frownded and sat back upon her heels, just looking at him in a state of shock. * "What do ye mean........why do ye speak as such....why.....oh....oh no ye can nae be him!"
AXEL: His brows rose at that, his smile growing wider. “If by him ye mean the man who heroically saves you from being forced to ride trees….or the man who so gallantly returns your precious baubles…the man who dreams of your beauty every night…aye I be him. And I am dying and have fought, struggled and gave everything within myself to come here for just one kiss from your sweet lips…surely you wouldn’t refuse a dying man?”He waited for the pummeling...
DREAM: For a moment her hand went to touch her shoulder where she bore the scar....the arrow had skimmed her flesh, she had been taken by force, ended up upon a branch with a strange man attempting to get her onto his horse......this man, this now naked and apparently free from any weapons she could see was now here...on HER beach again........with the impression she would ever ever even consider him worthy.....her head shook from side to side again, she had a look of disdain......yet she was calm and more in control than before.* "Methinks ye best get away now......afore the Rangers awaken and I scream fer help........ye are nae in a fit state ta fight back now are ye!"
AXEL: He noted the look of distain now painting her face and thought perhaps he should have kept up the ruse a little longer. He made a tsking sound and moved to sit up, his hand moving to his heart again. “Now ye really do break my heart. Nae I am not in a fit state, twas hoping to find some clothing and other useful items so that I may make my way back to my crew. Now being the man that I am, I am willing to make a fair trade if ye be so willing to help me.”That was more then generous to his thinking, for being the man that he was normally he would just take what he wanted. Although the fact that he had nothing to trade might be noticed…
DREAM: *She actually felt like she had the upper hand.....for once. Here was a man, vunerable to say the least, naked and unarmed, actually asking her for help. So he was alone, he gave that much away, but his crew would not be that far away she was sure. Trade.....she wanted to laugh and a faint smile did appear as she carefully considered his words. Perhaps her own vanity or she was too naive, but she did not cry out for help nor scream, but allowed her body to move so as so sit more comfortable whilst she looked him up and down.* "It would seem M'Lord that ye are nae in a position to either make demands nor to trade........and the apron covering yer.......manhood be mine......so I should think ye are already in my debt aye."
AXEL: He chuckled and also made himself more comfortable sitting in the sand. His grin took on a more lecherous look, at your mention of him having nothing to trade. “My lady thy apron now resting on my…manhood…as you so put it is there for YOUR benefit not mine and in my keeping it there I would have to say that YE are in MY debt not I yours. As for trade I may currently possess no material goods, but I am blessed with many…many talents, any and all of which I will most willing offer to you.”he let that hang in the air for a moment before going on… “I can assist you in any area ye may have need of a strong back…and I am excellent with many weapons…and swords…and other sword-like things…”
DREAM: Of course he did have a point....yet if she took the apron back, perhaps the Gulls may think it meal time.....she wanted to laugh again, more because she was quite out of her depth and nervous ....but would never intentionally allow him to know of that. She relaxed just a little, knowing Owen was in ear shot, may already have woken from his nap. "I have all the men of Windstorm to provide fer me.....they are skilled with the sword and any other weapon ye can imagine....why ...oh why would I be in need of anything ye may have to trade....nae.....I think not Sire.....ye have nae a thing I be in need of save fer my apron when ye are done with it."
AXEL: He was beginning to feel at a loss himself for never had he found as much trouble charming a lady as he did this one now. His hand came up to rub at the stubble on his chin in contemplation before moving down and without hesitation plucking the apron from his lap and holding it out to her and leaving himself exposed. “I am most certainly done with it m’lady. But I am not done with you. Aye ye may have an entire keep of men who most assuredly trip over themselves to grant your every wish, none of them are currently sitting bare-assed in the sand on your beach with no food, weapons, or a cool cup of ale. Now being the man that I am I thought it most kind of me to offer trade when I have spent my entire existence raiding and pillaging to get what I want. I may very well BE in this current state but do not think me helpless. I have a fondness in my heart for ye, ever since I plucked ye from that tree branch, I beg ye to take advantage of that fondness.”He suddenly realize he was sounding more like his older brother and he hated that. Where had his charm flown off to? Perhaps he left it behind in his codpiece….Most importantly why was he sitting here debating with the wench when he could just take what he wanted? Because he was looking for an excuse to spend more time with the cursed wench. He refued to admit defeat. He was determined to break through her defenses and he obviously would need more time. “Clothing, a bite of food, some ale and a dagger if ye can spare one. I shall chop enough wood to keep ye in fires for a year…catch enough fish to feed ye for weeks….patch your roof, build another room on your tiny cottage…hunt game for you…name your price woman!”
DREAM: *She gasped at his arrogance...he could have kept the apron to spare his blushes, but then again did he blush....could he....she sat upright a little and almost threw the fabric back at him. He was offended, she could hear it within his words......she felt pity almost....for it would be far too easy to forget when they came before and what they could have done. She lowered her head, thinking for a moment....pondering this awkward situation and what could become of it....who had the most to gain...not her surely......but he was desperate and desperate men took desperate measures, she should not challenge him too much. She shifted her postion a little before speaking in a quiet tone, no more defiance, more submissive.* "The men of Windstorm do nae trip over themselves Sire, for they walk with dignity and treat me as a friend....I shall give ye aid......I have clothes in the cottage that belonged to my Husband and I have food. I would ask such of ye that my children be sleeping and Ranger Owen be here....please.......would ye honour me and leave them be iffn I give ye that which ye are asking?"
AXEL: His brow quirked and he gave a snort. “Then the men of Windstorm are daft. Ye are one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my travels and any man should feel privileged to trip over himself in servitude of ye. Perhaps we should have raided the keep, for the lot surely deserve to die for such an offence in merely being content with calling ye friend.” Not that he thought flattery would butter this woman up. Only the gods knew what it would take but he was curious to find out. He didn’t miss the word “belonged”…as in used to…so husband was no longer? A boon for him for sure. “Of course I shall be respectful, have I not been so so far? Perhaps not perfectly but tis hard for a Viking such as myself.”He rose suddenly, bringing that with the gulls could never imagine feeding on to eye level for you ((snickers..sorry..had to)) and his hand brushed the sand from his arse. “I thank thee m’lady, more than I can say. I am ever they humble servant….as ye say here in these lands…”
DREAM: *Now it was her turn to take offence........she frowned and shook her head* "Nae...ye are wrong.....ye obviously nae have one to call friend....'tis of far more value than any servitude.....ye must be so lacking in such from where ye hail." * She had to look away, her words were stuck for a moment, how brash and bold of him, did he have no shame, no care for her feelings at all. She should have called for Owen....Rising herself and handing him the apron, the frown was there for all to see...the lady was not amused. *"Cover yerself, have ye nae shame...follow me but mind ye nae wake Owen."
AXEL: He took the apron and grinned, held both hands out and looked down at himself. Oh an impressive sight it was! “M’lady, what is there to be ashamed about? As far as men go I am well above average and I have pleased every wench I have been with, both lowborn AND highborn. I can assure you that! In fact most often express just how impressive I am. Nothing shameful here. Now, hiding such grandeur with a frilly apron? That is shameful indeed.”He chuckled again and moved to fall in step with you towards your cottage.
DREAM: *She just turned her head and began to walk towards the cottage.* "I have nae a doubt of yer pleasing women.....but I have to wonder....iffn ye even know that there be far more to actually making a woman happy than that which ye are refering to. Does love ever play a part in yer........activities or is such that yer people are nae capable of....I know they have nae any respect fer others nor their loved ones."
AXEL: He shook his head and sighed. “We have every respect for our loved ones and we love them dearly. My sister even won the love of a man who was known as the ogre of Grimsaros. Aye we raid other lands, but we are loyal to our own. As for the ladies I love each and every one of them. But only for a short time, as I endeavour to not get all caught up with just one.” He chuckled and walked along, hand holding apron to crotch.
DREAM: *Dream pondered his words......would those of Windstorm only be loyal to their own if times were of such....would they have a care if they were at war with others and desperate for food and lands. She did not speak but placed her finger to her lips as they arrived at the cottage. Owen was still sleeping peacefully, she did not wish for this man to be near her children and so she bid him to stay the other side of the building lest Owen would wake and find him.* "I shall bring ye clothing and a dagger......ye must stay quiet aye."
AXEL: Oh how many times has he been with a lady who put her finger to her lips? But always the circumstances were different. Much different. Those other times the evening would have ended in as much pleasure as he could possibly wrung from the moment, but now he was resigned to sleeping alone. Ah well….perhaps he’d wake up with his unfailing charm intact and tomorrow night would be different. But he’d have a dagger, which surprised him, that you would give him one just like that. Perhaps some charm still lingered…he bent his head towards yours, spoke low. “Nay worries m’lady I am well used to skulking about with beautiful wenches.”
DREAM: She was curt...her words short and to the point. "Then mayhaps when ye are dressed ye may find the tavern.......wenches a plenty ye shall find there." Turning on her heel she slipped into the cottage to gather some clothing. Reluctantly she opened the old chest and took out a tunic and a pair of linen trousers. Sighing deeply, they were simply clothes, they had no smell of him any longer...just musty and stale...he would have done the same. No...of course he would not, how naive was she, how stupid. * "Oh Dream, what have ye done." *Muttering to herself how could she believe he would simply go...vanish...and stay away. No dagger......just clothes and food...that was all. She stepped from the cottage and tossed the bundle of clothes at him, standing tall and proud.* "Take these and leave...as ye promised...iffn yer word be good fer anything."