The Vision

[ambrosia64]

It's a rare day of rest for the small band of rebellious natives. No traveling to some corrupt Lord's estate to free his serfs, no plotting to overthrow and replace some distant tribes leader who was too harsh on his people-no, they were at rest today, sharpening blades, making arrows, sleeping.

Their small outpost of tents and fires was a favorite spot, surrounded by trees and nature. Leather armored and in various states of repose, only Sarai was out patrolling, bow on her back, leather armor and a cloak protecting her from the slightly drizzling elements here where the trees were thinner, less overhead protection.

She was five foot seven, taller than the other female warriors here, sharing their dusky, brownish skin tone with the red undertone to it, the vibrant blue eyes. Hers were a little icy looking, her dark hair wavy, pulled back into a ponytail at the moment. She was toned but thinner, more dancer like. She was an archer.

In the outpost, Ellen was reading a book. She was one of three literate of them, though she preferred stories to actually learning much. She was five feet even, petite, a boy shape with long, long black hair braided down the back of her tunic. Her twin brother slept in a hammock not far from her, his cloak hood pulled down over his eyes.

Three other women were here, one out of sight, another sparring with Andrew, a broad man wielding two practice swords-and the third playing with the wolfish looking dog that lived in these woods with them, at times.

These people were not entirely light hearted, however-even as they played, they wondered at their next march and mission, wondered what their leader was planning in their tent.

These people were warriors, economical and deadly when they felt the need, led by a fierce and fiery warrior who often, stories told, fought like a berserker.

 

[Prince_Truhan]

Not far from the tribe, yet far enough to be unseen by the patrolling woman Stephen hid. It was his destiny to be there, if he was to fulfill it he had to be very careful. He had been studying the tribe for a few weeks, learning their names and their interactions with one another. As well as the way they reacted to things from the outside. For this group of elite warriors was the key to save the world from evil... well not all of them, but at least one, and he didn't know who.

For years the gods had blessed Stephen with visions of the future, and the paths to take in order to make good in the world. The visions had proved true for him too many times to dare to deny them. Sometimes they were composed of images, sometimes direct orders, they had served little purpose but to make the life of him and his village easier. He suspected that it was to build up his fate in the visions. Because when his village was raided by monsters made of darkness, he had no vision to help him... only after, as he was the only survivor, as he blamed himself for being unable to stop the destruction of everything he once cared about another vision came, unlike any other.

He wasn't meant to stop the dark creatures... his descendance would, yet it couldn't be with any woman, it was to be with someone a wandering tribe, a group of heroes that fought corruption wherever they could find it.

This was his true destiny, to father who would stop those monsters... but it was unknown to him which of these women was the one destined to be with him. He had thought long and hard about it, he had no choice left but to be with all of them, and let the gods carry their will.

With all of this weighing on his mind, he watched as Sarai, an archer, patrolled their camp, soon it would be time to act.

 

[ambrosia64]

Nightfall brings sleep to most of the natives, a full night's rest important when they could get it, no doubt on the move again tomorrow.

Each person had their own tent, their own small cache of belongings within. The fire was put out, Sarai relieved by the woman not seen before, leather armor and a weapon belt of knives, two curved blades, tonfas on each hip. She disappeared in the woods only to return not long after, back into her tent, a light burning inside.

Quiet. Peaceful.

Unsuspecting.

 

[Prince_Truhan]

As they went to rest, Stephen knew he had to act. He had studied them long enough to know they would be moving the next day or the following day, and with a new location their patrols would get alert again. Here, this day, they were very relaxed.

He had assembled a base of sorts, a place where he would take his first mark, he kept telling himself he was doing this just for the gods' vision and his destiny, but he had found himself lusting over each of these women more everyday. He had expected Sarai to be out at night, and she had been tempting him all day walking around in her armor... but she wasn't. It was probably for the best, this woman (the one patrolling) is a fierce fighter, one who is better attacked with the cover of the night.

He made some noise, knowing it would lure her away from the light of the fire that would reveal her position and more importantly the rest of the tribe. She was brave and a little reckless, so when he threw the stones to make noises the response was the expected one.

His muscles tensed ready for action, he had to attack her from behind and only had one chance, so his pounce from the hiding place the plants provided had to be timed right.

 

[ambrosia64]

...got to be kidding.

She doesn't move, not at first, listening to new sounds in the woods, out of rhythm with things. It's been a quiet day, and while she's been thinking hard about a new town and a new enemy-she has been a little bored.

She listened, and with a shift of her eyes towards her staff, she decided to investigate. No need to rouse anyone else-she was plenty capable alone. Perhaps it was a mistake, perhaps someone was looking to get themselves killed-or maybe the noises were just that-new, not manmade.

But she doubts it.

So indeed Lexandra leaves her tent, her cloak absent, just the woman in the leather torso armor, staff in hand-knifes in that weapon belt of hers, hanging off one curved and leather armored hip. She was silent, when she moved. This was the woman not seen alot, mainly active at night.

It was hard to tell where exactly, she fell into place in this tight knit group. He'd been watching them, sure-but their language was different, and often-they were in and out of the area.

She moves for the noises, the sounds-stilling here and there to listen, farther and farther away from her tribe mates. Naturally curious....easily called fearless.

Her hair was straight and shoulder length, longish bangs swept to the side, occasionally drifting over one eye.

Hrm. Where was the source?

 

[Prince_Truhan]

Then he jumped, she was well rested and alert, and had all her weapons ready, on his favor was the element of surprise and the knowledge he had gathered in this past few weeks, that and the hunger... a hunger that had started with the vision and that had been growing up to this point into a roaring bonefire of desire for each of these women. That also cooperated in his determination... also it linked directly with the state of his manhood as he fell on top of her from behind.

He pinned her underneath him and clasped his hands tight on her wrists, he had to prevent her from using her weapons or he would be at a severe disadvantage.

He struggled hard with her, knowing that the first few seconds, would determine the outsome of the combat.

 

[ambrosia64]

Left field.

She's surprised, but perhaps she's a fool for coming out here, alone. She had put together this team so she -wouldn't- be alone, for the security a group offered.

She forgets this, at times.

But like hell she was powerless-he lands, her smaller size not helping her any, strong legs starting to crumple beneath his weight-her staff stabbed hard into the ground to keep her upright-but he was just too heavy, her arms couldn't support them both in such a manner.

That, and the staff digs a trench, sliding a few critical inches forward-the whole mess coming apart as it slides completely out and she does go down, landing hard on her leather armored chest and stomach, a growled expletive in her language.

Her arms are out in front of her, having let go of the staff (now before them both), Lexi's eyes narrowing from their widened state, her wrists caught, kept firmly above her head. If she could have just elbowed him in the gut...

Instead, she's pinned beneath her bigger, heavier foe, struggling to lift him even a -little- so she can crawl forward, or roll, or just get a hand free to hurt him somehow. "What is this?!" She hisses in accented English, an attempt to headbutt him as she jerks her head back, furious.

He's heavy. Hard to breathe, and even harder to move much.

That armor surely wasn't meant to be provocotive-but even in it he'd feel the roundness of her bottom, the curve of her back into him, trying to push him off. Toned, strong legs. Delicate wrists.

Definately a lady, if a fiery, angry lady.

 

[Prince_Truhan]

He smiles, yet doesn't grow overconfident, too much is a stake, if he wins he'll be a step closer to fulfill his destiny, if he loses she will surely take his life ending the world's hope for overcoming the darkness.

While these thoughts allowed him to be patient in their fight, others were more present in his mind, he hadn't been with a woman since his village was razed, and he had known he would have each from this tribe for weeks, and had been lusting for each of them for those same weeks. So in their fight, he noticed every detail of her body, her bottom, her legs her hands, even her voice as she grunted.

His head jumps away from hers just barely avoiding her attacks as he reaches for the staff, he wishes he had thought of bringing that kind weapon on his own, he moves fast since it's hard to keep her hands controlled with just one. Then as he gets it, he attempts to lock her wrists underneath the staff so he can keep her hands and arms just by applying pressure, the same thing he is doing to the rest of her body.

 

[ambrosia64]

Bastard doesn't answer her, going for her staff instead-pressing it down over her wrists-which hurts.

She hisses, fists loosening flatten her hands, try to lesson that sharp ache of pain. She doesnt know what the hell he wants, but he sure got her attention in a hurry.

She is going to kill the HELL out of this guy. "What. Is. This?" She repeats in harder, more strained English, going still, very still, a huff of a breath. "What do you want?" If she shouted for her natives, would they hear her? Has she -ever- asked for help in her life?

Probably not, and no.

 

[Prince_Truhan]

She is more restrained, more under his control, and he ponders his answer. It's not possible that she can understand the importance of what he is going to do to her, so he answer simply, not a lie, not the whole truth.

"I need your body"

It was possible that she wouldn't understand right away what he meant, that she misunderstood thinking he was trying to kill her, but the concept would become clear for this wild woman soon enough.

Being able to control her arms with one hand just holding the staff down, he took advantage of his free one reaching for the dagger, armor was a pain to disrobe and it would take a long time, unless he started to cut it. Which is what he started to do.

"Don't move" he said as he was trying to just cut the armor and not her violently moving body "I don't want to hurt you"

 

[ambrosia64]

He couldn't have picked a more panic inducing answer, if Lexi was one to panic- She says something in her own language, a curse. "Like -hell- you do!" She yells at him, fire and rage as he starts trying to hack at her armor.

Psychopathic rapist bastard- (He's scary. *Decides*)

 

[Prince_Truhan]

He did not mean to scare her, at least he had achieved that, the woman was made of rage at this point, she did get the idea of what he was going to do. As much as he had studied them for the past weeks the aspect of their sexual lives had eluded him, and he wondered what kind of knowledge and experience Lexi and the other girls had.

As Stephen finished the cuts, he begins to pull away the armor forcefully, then he feels her naked body for she was wearing nothing underneath, his breath quickens even more, he wasn't wearing an armor, having opted for being able to move more silently, so there was only the thing fabric of his clothes in the way, and he was now subconciously but very clearly rubbing his bulge against her well toned bottoms.