Shadow over Gerelden IC

[DeathsKnight]

Grimlock

He grinned at a thought that came to mind and leaned against Kelt, the big horse of course picked up on his thoughts and nickered softly his amusement.

"Not anything that comes to mind seems to encompass the current location,"

he looked around them and then back at the elf, she truly was a beautiful woman...but then again, why would she even think of touching a human? He shook the thought from his mind and felt Kelt nudge him with his shoulder.

"Fun...the only thing I am used to doing for fun is practice with sword and axe, I can't actually remember a time that I did not gain fun from it. But then again...that is not something I can do now as the only thing I have with me is my sword and of course my trusty friend Kelt with a bridle and saddle."

He glanced at Jager,

"Any thoughts hunter?"

To his astonishment Jager had disappeared, he looked about them and noticed that Jager's footprints led away from them and then just disappeared, he chuckled,

"Seems like our friend have found other ways to have fun."

He turned back towards Angel,

"So what would your thoughts be then oh bard, lady of many talents?"

 

[DormantEvil]

The drink had dulled the pain enough for Yurioni to concentrate on regaining her energy again. That, and not boiling her vessel alive by returning to her more natural and physically undemanding form. Which of course, could kill both her and the young maiden in the process. So avoiding that feeling was probably for the best. So instead, during the removal of the bolt she kept her whimpers to a minimum and her mouth shut tight. To avoid cursing and making a fool of herself. And once the bolt was out, she relaxed. Uncurling her fingers from the sheets of the bed, which now appeared to have scorch marks in the rough shape of hand prints, Yurioni breathed in deeply as he stitched her up. The pain much less than cutting through muscle and tissue. And soon enough, it was over.

She wiped her forehead with her uninjured arm, taking the pale sweat that had quickly covered it and hiding it from sight. Smudging it into the bedsheets unceremoniously. Leaning back, she looked over at him, as he looked away.

"Hmmm, yes, your abilities." She started, taking a moment to lick her lips to wet them again. "I was not in this part of the land when your 'tales' were present day. Since you died once before, I'm assuming you are some sort of undead. But you show more 'abilities' than most undead, such as you showed many abilities of strength before you died. Having that Direwolf not tear you to bits, is but one of them I suspect."

Taking the shirt that lay around her waist, she pulled it up to cover her wounded shoulder, and slipped her other arm through it. Keeping it closed enough to cover herself, but not bothering with the bindings for now. She stood up, and moved away from the bed and anything flammable within the room. And there she took her moment to concentrate. The closest twenty souls, would give her the energy she required to rebuild her weak physical form, without them suffering. As was her custom to share the source of her energy, although she could specifically target one person. And, closing her eyes she took in a deep breath. Each person that was within range, or the twenty strongest she could find in range would begin to feel a little drowsy. Like they had drunk too much, fought too long, or bedded a woman of great stamina. Their skin might feel as though it got colder, like a breeze had blown in from under the tavern door. The fire flickered and diminished until it almost went out and seconds later it rekindled itself, and burned back into its previous state.

And there, inside the cosy room, the wound in her shoulder healed itself. And her warmth gained until she was once again stable, and she breathed outwards. The room now warm, even though there was no fireplace.

"Enough not to bother those downstairs, but not nearly enough to replenish my normal stature. But it will do, and will not draw attention towards us."

 

[AngelLightheart]

Angel Blackwing

Angel looked back over to Jager at the same time Grimlock did, and was just as surprised to see that the elf was gone. Impressive. She turned to look back over at Grimlock, nodding in agreement.

"Lady of many talents?" she echoed.

A brief and soft smile as she looked and the knight.

"I'm not so sure about that."

Another smile and a devilish twinkle in her eyes.

"But I have an idea." she murmured.

She turned away from him, looking around to see if anyone was around. Jager would head into town, without a doubt, and that meant that she and Grimlock had an hour to themselves.

Much like Zelthuros and Yurioni.

Another pang.

It was quickly dispelled, however, as her hand closed around her sword grip. The blade sung free and glided through the air towards Grimlock. She assumed that he would know enough to block. And that she was playing.

She hoped he would notice by the playful smile and glimmer in her eyes.

If not, she would stop the blade before it touched him.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Zelthuros

Zelthuros looked over to Yurioni, grateful that she had covered herself and saved his eyes the temptation.

Ah yes, Shadow. He was a curiosity to everyone who knew about him. More rather, why he hadn't killed Zelthuros when he first saw him. He wasn't even sure that he could answer that. Because he had saved his life? Because he would have died had Zelthuros not intervened?

Because Zelthuros would have died had Shadow not been there?

It was something he had wondered over himself for quite some time, but never really had the answer he was looking for. Shadow was the only one who new the answer, and he hadn't deigned to share it yet. Reminded Zelthuros of himself. Never telling others his thoughts, his processes. Other than Shadow of course. he was the only one that he confided in.

"I am." he responded to her guess at his state of being.

He hadn't wanted to believe it at first himself, but he knew it to be true and it didn't bother him anymore.

"It was."

She hadn't asked a question, so there was nothing to answer. He simply responded to her own statement about his "Feats of Strength".

He watched her stand and step away from the objects in the room, then close her eyes and take a deep breath. He started to feel slightly fatigued, but the temperature didn't change all that much. He tilted his head slightly, watching her. The temperature in the room went up noticeably, but not enough to cause any sort of discomfort.

Not that it would have cause him discomfort anyway. Heat wasn't a problem for him, as he had learned many times over the years. Neither was cold, but that was just because he was dead already. Fire was something else entirely. Speaking of which, that reminded him.

"Earlier you showed interest in me being resilient to fire." he started.

She had hid it very well, but not well enough.

"Why?" he asked.

He got the feeling it would be an interesting answer, and he was all about interesting.

Shadow raised his head, looking over at the two. He licked his dry nose and then watched silently, not moving. He was just as curious as Zelthuros was, mainly because Zelthuros himself found it interesting.

 

[DormantEvil]

The questioning without asking questions still confirmed her suspicions. And with a subtle smile she took a seat on the windowsill, pulling her knees up against her chest as the soft breeze floated past her. With her hood pushed back out of her hair, each little bit of wind picked strands up and tossed it around slightly. And she pulled a hand through her fringe, flicking it aside. The wind was one of her favorite parts of living, especially a cool breeze on warm days. Despite running at a hotter temperature than those around her, she enjoyed the occasional cooling down. Like swimming.

With a small yawn, Yurioni thought on his answers for a brief moment. The silence as she contemplated their situation was noticeable, and it wasn't just the room that had warmed. Turning to watch him, as he did whatever he was doing, she wondered.

Life for her was partially made up of taking what she wanted. As long as nobody that didn't deserve to be hurt got injured or killed on her part. And right now, although she didn't know this man for more than a day at the most, she wanted something from him. But at the same time, if this destiny was so important, and so dangerous to call together such individuals, the risks must also hold weight. Were the positives of taking something now, risk great negatives later?

She had warned Angel of this, half a day ago.

"It's out of curiosity mainly, but practically it would be nice to know if you can survive a fireball. In case you get surrounded by something that cannot survive said fireball. As a last resort in battle of course. I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy being lit on fire, even if you could live through it. Am I right?"

So the sensible Yurioni had turned around to look out the window again, posing the question. Which left the lust driven Yurioni to bite her sodding bottom lip, and remember she was here for a reason, and that was not to make use of an excellent half an hour to enjoy the fiery pleasures her insides begged for her to do.

It had been many years...what was a couple of days, or weeks, or months more.

Her mind began to fight itself, as it often did, and she felt the need to distract herself so she turned back around and looked at his weaponry. Talk of combat was another one of her interests, it would suffice for at least a few minutes. But she had a feeling that her mind would keep coming back to the previous thoughts. His physical build wasn't helping, nor the mysterious air he had about him, the strength, the solidarity. It was awesome, all of it.

"So, speaking of surviving combat. You did well today, where did you learn your skills from? Without the dangerous details of course."

 

[LeoHawk35]

Zelthuros

Zelthuros turned away, watching her without actually looking at her. She moved over closer to him and leaned onto the windowsill, pulling her knees against her. She seemed thoughtful. Zelthuros leaned back in his chair, pulling one of his own arrows out of his quiver to examine it.

Anything to take his mind off of her.

But it was getting difficult. The wind blowing through her hair was making him painfully aware of her presence. Her proximity to him. Her youth.

She looked much younger than he knew she was. Then again, he didn't look over twenty himself if you took away the mask and hood.

He was getting distracted again. Right, the arrow.

His eyes refocused on the arrow in his hand.

He only made his arrows from one type of tree. Darkwood. Pure black trees that happened to make excellent arrows if they could be harvested properly. Not many in this world could properly harvest and fletch arrows from a Darkwood tree. The arrowhead itself was made of dead iron, which really wasn't dead. It was a certain type of iron acquired from the Deadmines. A set of mines where something occurred that turned all of the occupants of that mine and the nearby town into undead.

Undead don't attack other undead. Mindless ones, at least. Zelthuros went to Farshire, the town near the Deadmines, and the undead didn't attack him, to his surprise. He gathered some of the dead iron mined by the undead and had the forgemaster treat it for him. He could do it himself, but no one could work dead iron quite like the forgemaster in Farshire.

Zelthuros looked up to Yurioni at her words and nodded. Being set on fire wouldn't entertain him. Now that he thought about it, it might. He shook those thoughts clean. He didn't want to be caught on fire. Depending on the situation.

He knew that she was deflecting, but decided to answer her question.

"Various people, none of which I care to name. Most of it are things I picked up on my own over the years."

Zelthuros looked up to her, locking his gaze with hers.

"Now why are you really curious about it?" he asked, referring to the fire resilience.

He replaced the arrow in his quiver and waited for her answer.

Shadow watched through the entire exchange, curious. Very curious.

 

[DormantEvil]

So he wasn't going to make avoiding those thoughts any easier, she supposed he had a right to know. Her answer was too textbook, and her eyes sparkled a little too much to be telling him the entire truth. He worked his hands over the smooth wood of an excellently made arrow. The shaft glossy from its smooth surface and the natural oils from handling. His hands must have run over those arrows hundreds of times by now. She had noticed how he collected those he could, they were precious, just like his bow, just like his friend Shadow, and just like he was.

Just like she was too, in this world. But they were not alone. Immortals walked teh earth, although most fell to the darker side of living out of pure need. Evil had so many more emotions and pleasures than good did.

Good had love. And in this world, that meant to love one at a time. And loving one person, no matter who it was, she had noticed it grew old. Just like they did.

Sighing she looked out the window, her cheeks warmer than the rest of her as she thought about what she really wanted to say. The words dripped with filth and desire. And it almost made her chuckle.

"Have you ever noticed how in the middle of combat, when you are in a blood rage, how your mind ceases to belong to you? Many times in my first decades, I injured many of my fellow soldiers by getting too worked up, then they knew who I really was."

She didn't give him much time to answer, in fact, she didn't want him too just yet. If he wanted to hear her true reasons, it would be worth cutting him off before he could speak. And safer for the group.

"Why I mention this? Because there are many other 'needs' I have that put me in a place where my mind lacks the ability to control my powers. Fear is one. Protectiveness is another. Love is the strongest. Love combines the other two, and leaves me unpredictable and unconstrained."

Turning back to face him, she smiled with her eyes. But they were also sad, deep behind that smile.

"For every person I have bedded with, I have murdered them. If they were any good that is. A death by fire, by passion. Fire, both my gift and my curse.

I notice how you do not sweat, even though the temperature in here has risen to the point of wilting the flowers.

I've noticed how your heart now beats, how your blood now pumps.

And its showing me just how much I miss being able to touch a man. Or a woman. In such a way."

Laughing softly, she looked back out the window smiling.

"I'm a creature of sin, and I know it. But I try to sin in the less harmful ways I suppose. They excite me still, life without them does not. You should now what I mean, in some way. Perhaps your abilities are the excuse I am using this time, for wanting something I shouldn't touch."

 

[LeoHawk35]

Zelthuros

Zelthuros listened silently, intent on her words. Much of what she said he had expected. But much of it was not. He had expected the sinfulness, the desire, the bloodlust. Many immortals had fallen into that trap.

He was not one of them.

What he hadn't expected?

Admission of fear. Her sadness.

The sadness behind her smiling eyes was evident, as was the note in her voice and the sound of her laugh. No immortal's life was perfect. It never would be, never could be.

He liked to think that he made the best of his. He and Shadow kept to themselves, not bothering the other races of the world. Not getting involved in their conflicts, their wars, their passions. There was no need to be involved in the self-destructive cycles of the humans, the goblins, the elves.

Ah, the elves. The may think themselves perfect, but they are far from it. There were a select few that had shown him otherwise. Half of them were in his company right now. Jager and Angel. The others he did not care to name. Not now. He had more important things to have his mind on.

He listened to the last of her words. He had also noticed the flowers wilting, and it was no wonder to him what was driving her body heat up. She sounded...

Lonely.

And she was using his abilities as an excuse? Did she mean what he thought she meant?

He stood.

If he can help her, he would.

He took the one step needed to bring himself closer to her.

"What would you ask of me?" he asked, fully prepared for what might happen.

The last time he had bedded a woman was before he had died. The memories weren't very fond, but he didn't care enough to think about it. His mind was on the fiery maiden in front of him.

 

[DormantEvil]

His reaction caught her off guard, as he stepped in closer and seemed to offer himself and his services. She could smell him from this distance, just as she could before when he treated her shoulder. But now the wall of silence was gone, and there was nothing holding her back. Apart from that small glimmer of unsureness. This was of course a very bad idea.

For one, the tavern was not fireproof, and she had learned how easily they went up during her many years.

Secondly, he was someone she would have to fight beside, becoming any closer than an acquaintance had obvious negatives.

But think of the positives too...

She cursed that little voice inside.

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she licked her lips in anticipation. Her heart rate increasing as she contemplated giving in to her desires. The shadows on his face complimented his features, and made him look even more mysterious. Why did she like mysterious so much?

"Zelthuros, you offer yourself? But it would be unwise to pursue this here. I can already sense how uncontrollable I would be..."

Lowering her eyes to glance at her hands, she could already sense herself losing control. And she simply sat near him, out of reach and with only her mind to blame. To see him without his clothing on, to touch the skin she knew would feel firm, to taste...to have him between her legs...she knew how powerless to stop herself, and how powerful she would be.

"How I wish to accept, to simply push aside the concern...but," she looked back up at him, and knew it had been a mistake.

"Curses upon me." Her words muttered softly as she stood up and stepped closer.

"You should stop us from doing this right now, for everyone's sake."

 

[LeoHawk35]

Zelthuros

Zelthuros stood silently, not moving so much as a muscle. The wind blowing in through the window ruffled his cloak slightly as he watched her seem to think. Deeply.

He had to admit he started thinking immediately after he had spoken. Forming any sort of relation with someone that you fight alongside is a dangerous gambit. Makes you think irrationally, and that was something that wasn't affordable on the field of combat.

This was wrong, but he wanted it.

There was no reasoning behind it.

No sense of logic.

No purpose.

And yet, he wanted it.

He listened to her speak, contemplating her words. He knew that he was one of the very few that could survive intimate contact with her. He was one of the few that could love her.

Love.

A strange word.

Yurioni stood and took another step closer. Mere inches separated them. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, could hear her breath.

But her next words were what hit him.

"You should stop us from doing this right now, for everyone's sake."

A flash of something behind his eyes, but just a brief flash.

The others.

Angel.
Grimlock.
Jager.

Shadow.

He turned to look into the pair of eyes that had been locked on him the entire time, and he felt a pang in his heart. Something he had not felt in some time.

He was indecisive.

He always had the answer. Always knew what to do. Always had his course of action planned out. Why was it different this time?

Why?

Why...

Shadow nodded.

Zelthuros turned back to Yurioni.

"You're right." he said in a low voice.

His eyes turned to the open window, looking out briefly before turning back to her. He raised a gloved hand and held it to her cheek, sliding a thumb over her jaw.

He had wanted it, but he couldn't take it himself.

He turned and took his seat once more, looking down at his hands clasped in front of him.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Grimlock

It was not what he had expected, but as her blade slid free his hand locked on his own sword, as her blade neared he caught and deflected the blade just enough to buy him time to bring his own sword to bear. He grinned,

"Then let us dance my dear."

He didn't give her time to wonder about his words as he swung his blade at her, keeping his attacks light as she had the faster sword, but he more than made up for his large weapon with experience and the strength to wield it. The swordplay was a way for him to see more of Angel Blackwing and what he saw was interesting, but he noticed that she hid something. During a parry, he gave her a lopsided smile,

"Got anything that you want to tell me?"

 

[AngelLightheart]

Angel Blackwing

Angel grinned as her sword was deflected. She went with the deflection, spinning and swinging her blade back at him. She had speed, he had strength, so she used her speed to her advantage, staying out of the way of his strikes.

She paused, looking into his eyes as their blades locked together for a moment.

"Depends on what you want to know." she breathed out.

Immediately after her sentence she broke the contact, spinning gracefully and dropping low to the ground, swinging for his legs. She came up out of the spin with a reverse kick, the timing on her attacks precise, seeming to dance as she attacked and evaded.

Another parry and their blades locked. She leaned in close, breathing light even through the fighting.

"You're good at this." she whispered.

She broke the contact yet again, but not getting too far away where his blade would be more useful. No, she stayed within his blade's effective range where it was harder for him to get the full power behind his swings.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Grimlock

He grinned,

"Maybe something that you wish to hide away, but struggle to do so."

He left it at that, if she wanted to say something, she would do so in her own time, he deflected her strikes with sword and armor, shifting from her kicks for them to be nothing more but touches upon his armor.

"Of course, I have been doing this almost all my life,"

with a smile he moved away and jumped forward when she moved along to keep the effectiveness of his blade to a minimum. He wrapped one arm around her, his sword pushing against her blade, he gave her a wink and allowed her to slip away, his sword at the ready for her next attack.

 

[AngelLightheart]

Angel Blackwing

Angel evaded. Swords clashed.

"Perhaps." she said, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards.

A rapid exchange of blows. He was toying with her. The nerve!

With a strength not shown before, Angel brought her sword down on his, forcing the tip to the ground and placing a foot on it. She slipped her mandola free and gave him a good, but playful, thwomp over the head with it. She leaned down to look him in the eye.

"Don't underestimate me, Knight."

She rolled backwards, coming to her feet with her blade and her instrument held in her hands. She set the mandola to the side, turning her body away slightly. When she turned back, there was a ball of frost hovering above her hand.

"How good are you with magic?" she asked just before throwing the ball of frost at him.

 

[DormantEvil]

Good, he had the strength to turn her away, to decide not to pursue this path any further. Those brief words were enough to put the thundering beat of her heart into a downward spiral. Calming itself, she cooled her core down slowly. She could make herself respect his wishes. It was the right course of action to take, doing nothing. He was strong, and had the strength of will where she did not. He could push away temptation, where she leaped at it. For a moment, whilst he looked over her shoulder out the window, Yurioni sighed with relief.

But soon her body was tense again, frozen in place. She shivered with anticipation as his hand gently caressed her jaw line. Her eyes glazed over for a mere second as he sat down, and she moaned softly, closing her eyes as if to summon some last ounce of strength. To force away the thoughts that broke their way into her mind. But it didn't work, and she sank to her knees before him.

"Curses..." she sighed, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

With the swiftest of motions she was in front of him, her stomach pressed against the front of his chair.

Looking up at him, it was like she saw nothing but his lips, or the muscles beneath his shirt. And without looking, her hands found his with accuracy, she knew they were clasped in his lap. She held one of them up against the side of her cheek. The texture felt so good, as she rolled her head to the side and brought her lips against his fingers.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Grimlock

He dodged the ball and chuckled,

"So you want me to actually attack you? To go for the kill? And as I stated fair lady, I only know a few healing spells."

He lowered his sword, then shrugged and sheathed the blade,

"If you want reality, then attack me without feelings that hold you back and I will treat the attack as an act of violence and not swordplay for fun."

 

[AngelLightheart]

Angel Blackwing

Angel blinked and tilted her head before sheathing her own sword.

"I wouldn't dream of it." she said with a smile.

A pause. She glanced over at him before turning away to pick up her mandola. She took a seat on a piece of rubble and started to idly play notes, not really playing anything in particular.

Mainly it was a way to try and distract herself from him.

She paused in her playing, glancing over to him again and then turning away quickly.

She started into an actual song, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall, humming softly.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Grimlock

He listened to her play, caught the glances and once again found himself captivated by this woman, with a small smile, he sat down close to her. The tune was an old one, not familiar anymore, but one he had heard many years ago, listening to her humming made the words come to mind and he smiled as he listened to her.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Zelthuros

Several things passed through his mind as he sat. First and foremost being the woman standing just a few feet from him. Second being the remainder of the group and their whereabouts. Third was what they were to expect for tomorrow.

The first thing was easily enough pushed out of his mind.

The second was something he wasn't very concerned over. The other members of his company have shown themselves to be fairly self-sufficient and should encounter no problems arriving here. But if his assumptions were correct, then Jager had already snuck away from Angel and Grimlock and was on his way here now.

He just didn't seem the type to group with strangers and had already shown a dislike for magic. With Zelthuros himself being the only other to not use magic, it was only natural for him to want to get away.

But he suspected that it was not the last they would see of Jager the Mori Elf.

They had all been called together for a reason, and him sneaking off wouldn't change the fact that he was involved in this "prophecy".

And the third was an unknown for the moment. He had no idea what to expect, but he assumed that they would find out, and thus there was no real reason to be concerned over it. Whoever that voice was had obviously planned this out and wouldn't stop it now.

Zelthuros blinked as he heard the moan and noticed that Yurioni fell to her knees, her fists clenched at her sides.

"Curses..." she sighed.

Zelthuros tilted his head to the side as she was suddenly pressed against the chair, her hands seeking out his. Her lips touched his fingertips.

"Curses..." he found himself echoing her.

His eyes remained locked on hers as he ran his other hand over her hair, watching her to see where this would go. He saw her full crimson lips, her slender body and legs, and wanted it all. He still found the strength to resist, but would most likely let her get away with more than he would have before.

Half an hour, alone, like this. He got the feeling things could get interesting.

 

[AngelLightheart]

Angel Blackwing

Angel smiled as Grimlock sat near her. She moved to sit closer to him, still playing and humming, eventually starting to sing softly to herself. Another glance over at him before she looked away again.

She inched slightly closer.

"Tell me about yourself, Grimlock." she said with a smile.

She stopped her singing, instead just playing lightly enough that she could hear him speak still.

She inched slightly closer still.

Should she tell him tonight?

Now or later?

Either way had its ups and downs.

She decided to listen to his story before making her decision. She was genuinely curious.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Grimlock

"I was born a farmer's son, being the youngest I did not have a future on the farm, but they still worked me as hard as they could. I actually became fed up with the way I got treated and went to offer my sword arm to the local lord's war band, of course my mom did not think it was the best decision. It took me two years to actually be considered good enough to ride in a warband, at the age of 15 I saw my first battle, in that battle I scored my first kills...yes kills, I slew six men that day, nothing to be boastful or happy about.

At the age of 19 I was already carrying the favor of many regents, as I have ridden in many battles in that four years. During one of the campaigns, my prowess caught the attention of the High King and soon I found myself in training to become a knight. This of course brought prestige to my family, as I was knighted my family name received lands and honors. My father and brothers was happy, my mom still feared for my life.

I have been serving the High King for eight years now and in that eight years I have guarded a secret, during my training I have met an old human wizard and he taught me how to open myself to magic. I learned how to do healing, but the old man said that I might learn more. That is why I have decided to study and train in my own time, as the only powerful enough people who can actually teach me something is the non-humans and they do not trust me as I am a knight, the embodiment of what is wrong in this world."

He sighed and looked up at her,

"I am nothing more than a farmer's son, who knows how to kill and how to heal, quite ironic if you ask me."

 

[AngelLightheart]

Angel Blackwing

Angel smiled as he started speaking, taking in his words. Son of a farmer? Interesting.

Surely someone had something in mind for him? Farmers just didn't make good warriors, soldiers, knights. And he was one of the best knights.

Granted, she didn't particularly like knights in the first place. A human thing. Humans were the oppressors.

The bad guys.

But perhaps a bit misguided.

Ordinary humans were the worst. Magic was just as exiled and outlawed as races other than humans.

She glanced back over at him.

"And why is that ironic, Sir Knight?" she asked with a smile.

He was within reach now. All she had to do was stretch her arm out and she could touch him...

 

[DeathsKnight]

Grimlock

"That I have started as a farm boy, showed a natural talent for killing, yet I have the power to heal. The irony is that among my own people I am truly an outcast as I accept and try to understand those different from me and the fact that I can use magic."

He looked up at her,

"But we are not enemies are we Angel Blackwing? You and I are no enemy to one another."

For the first time he noticed how close to him she had moved and that brought a slight smile to his lips. He was glad that she seemed to seek out his company and was not afraid nor did it seem that she was repulsed by him.

 

[AngelLightheart]

Angel Blackwing

"Hmm..." she murmured thoughtfully.

She looked up at him, green orbs taking in his face for what must have been the hundredth time in their short period together.

"No." she responded with a smile.

She did not see him as an enemy. She wasn't sure what she saw him as. Companion, friend, partner, associate, all words were what went through her mind. But she wasn't sure what the right word was.

She moved to another song, this one slower than the other. More sensual. She turned her gaze to him once more before standing. She held her mandola out to the side and released it.

It floated there and continued playing.

"Do you dance, Sir Knight?" she asked.

She was teasing, of course, when she called him 'Sir Knight'.

She slowly swayed with the music, waiting for his answer.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Grimlock

He smiled as he watched her move then he got to his feet, stepping closer to her he bowed, extending one hand,

"I would be honored to share this dance with you ma'am"

He had been taught to dance and even had to dance at various balls and banquets that the king held. This was a tune that he could keep and dance to even in armor.