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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 5, 2010 16:12:10 GMT -5
(It's a perfectly fine post~)
Ashemir heard the metallic clanking behind him that he figured must be Draven, but he didn't look behind him in case doing so would make him run right into a tree or something embarrassing like that. When it sounded as though Draven was getting close, and a finger caught on a loose portion of his cloak, the blonde swerved out of the way, regrettably out of the direction of his exit. It was time to take advantage of the environment, or get caught. As he ran, he vaulted over a hollow log, slipped through a thin gap between two trees, and ducked under a low branch, which he reached for and pulled back to let it whip into Draven's face.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 5, 2010 17:30:12 GMT -5
Draven skidded and looked at his hand. A few strands of light hair but nothing else. With a growl, he took off after Ashemir again in the new direction. He spotted Ashemir just as he leapt the log and followed, speeding himself as he vaulted over it himself. He couldn't fit through the two trees and so he was forced to swerve around. And in that moment, he missed the branch being pulled back and was smacked in the face, hard. He recoiled, covering his face with both hands. With a snarl, he started running again, this time in a wild sprint. As he was going, he dropped his cloak and undid the harness his weapons were attached to, dropping it to the ground as well. Extra speed. And he was much more quiet. He caught sight of Ashemir again and darted after him, this time reaching out and lunging at the same time. He aimed to tackle, feeling the other's hair between his fingers as he closed his hand and yanked back, sending them both rolling as he attempted to pin Ashemir down.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 5, 2010 17:42:39 GMT -5
Ashemir held his scalp where Draven tore out a few strands of his hair, cursing to himself. If he had any indication of disliking the bronze-eyed vampire, he REALLY didn't like him now. The blonde smirked when he heard the a satisfying cracking sound behind him as the branch hit it's intended target. Haha... jackass. Ashemir turned back to sprint towards the entrance to the lower caverns, but when he no longer heard the Draven's weapons, he furrowed his brows, effectively blind to what was behind him. He saw the dark opening and his possessions set aside from it. If there really was a God, then consider him thanked. That was, until Ashemir was hit with impact from behind. The blonde cried out in pain and rage when his hair was pulled, kicking and flailing as Draven tried to pin him down. Twisting his torso just enough to see the Draven's face, Ashemir's arms lashed out as he tried to gouge out those bronze eyes with his fingers.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 5, 2010 17:49:18 GMT -5
Draven hissed, just avoiding Ashemir's attempt for his eyes. He grabbed a hold of each of the other vampire's wrists, slamming them down to the ground and sucessfully pinning him by straddling him. He glared down, looking frustrated, his face still red where the branch had smashed into his face. With his target down, he wondered how he could get him back without another attempt at escape. For the moment, he just glared, working through his options quietly. He figured he could call for Valmar easily enough, but a warning was in order first. "Don't try anything," he growled. "You've already pissed me off. I'm in no mood for any more of your shit, Ashemir."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 5, 2010 17:57:50 GMT -5
Ashemir was still squirming until Draven straddled him, and he figured that at that point it would just be useless to go on. Not to mention how incredibly uncomfortable it all just got. He stilled and glared back up at the other vampire, angry and lamenting that he might have fared better with his chains on his person. "Fine," he spat, mind crafting more plans and possibilities in contrary to what he said.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 5, 2010 18:12:19 GMT -5
"Good," Draven said, quietly, looking back over his shoulder to call for the General. "Valmar, caught him over here!" Well, now to wait. He looked back down at Ashemir, bronze eyes clearing of their anger as the stinging in his face began to disappear. Now he was just flustered. He hadn't thought of what he was doing before but now that he realized how he was sitting, he was beginning to feel uncomfortable as well. God, hurry up, Valmar, he thought, looking completely preturbed with the entire situation.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 5, 2010 18:26:28 GMT -5
Ashemir still looked angry and indignant, but also a little defeated, all in all having expected more from himself. And out of a good number of people, he didn't want to confront Valmar. About anything. He shifted uncomfortably, hoping that Draven would buck up his weight just a little. As if being caught wasn't humiliating enough. Speaking of pain and humiliation... "...Never pull my hair again," he growled lowly.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 5, 2010 18:51:29 GMT -5
Draven smirked. His smile remained as he shifted his weight a little, getting more comfortable for the wait. And while he was waiting, he decided to have a little fun. He leaned a little closer, his voice teasing. "Why, what's that do to you, huh?" he said, chuckling. "Irritating? Or something else? If you would just cut it so that it was short like mine you wouldn't have to worry about it getting pulled. I could cut it for you. Right now. Or maybe you shouldn't smack me in the face with branches." He smiled even wider, his bronze eyes looking completely dark in intent.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 5, 2010 19:09:10 GMT -5
Ashemir turned his head away as Draven leaned closer and noticed a caterpillar crawling through the fallen pine needles as the other vampire spoke. Something else, hmm? His lip curled in disgust, until Draven suggested maiming his hair, and then his head snapped back to face Draven, his expression a mixture of rage and shock. "You wouldn't dare!" Ashemir snarled, violet eyes sparking as he looked into the dark bronze ones, and he tried to force his arm up against Draven's hold.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 5, 2010 19:21:08 GMT -5
"Ah, you don't think I would dare," Draven teased, laughing. He paused for a moment before continuing. "But no, you're right, I wouldn't. I like your hair way too much for that." He raised a brow and smiled, looking completely devious. He was enjoying himself way too much at the moment. At Ashemir's expense. The other vampire needed to learn that he wasn't going to get away with crap when it involved Draven. Not like before when Draven had been the brunt of the game, now it was his turn to torment Ashemir. "Maybe this will teach you not to fuck around with me again, huh?" he said leaning even closer, pressing Ashemir's wrists down against the ground even harder. "As much as I like you, you're becoming a pain in my ass. I really didn't care if you listened but Valmar wants you for who knows what reason. And he's paying."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 5, 2010 19:37:53 GMT -5
Relief washed over his face, which only lasted for a moment before it hardened back to indignant anger. The blonde was just able to keep himself from squirming more, instead pressing back against the ground as much as he could muster. One thought kept reoccurring in his head and that was that he really, really didn't want to face Valmar. Whatever plans and excuses he had drawn up were shoddy at best, and if Draven had thought to disfigure him, then it wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination to assume that Valmar would, too. And Ashemir didn't doubt that the general would follow through with the threat. "...I suppose that you'd rather receive coin as opposed to other forms of payment," Ashemir said, voice dropping in volume.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 5, 2010 19:51:43 GMT -5
Now that caught him off guard. Draven leaned away, looking at Ashemir with his own indignant stare. And behind that was curiosity, thoughts of what the other might be thinking. What was he thinking? He raised a brow, his smile faded until his mouth was set in an even line. Dare he ask? He would prefer money, yes, but what was Ashemir getting at when he said 'other forms of payment'? "And what were you thinking of offering for me to let you go?" he asked, interest clear in his voice. "What could you possibly have that I would want?"
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 5, 2010 20:05:47 GMT -5
Damn, he wasn't barking up the wrong tree with propositioning Draven, was he? That could be a dangerous backfire. The bronze-eyed vampire had backed up really quickly the first time, but it sounded like he wanted something when they were sitting on the bench, and frankly, Ashemir was getting increasingly more desperate the more that time went by. Might as well start clear, with little room for interpretation. "A kiss. On the face." And thus the bargaining floor was open.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 5, 2010 20:19:25 GMT -5
Draven laughed a loud, entirely amused laugh. That was it? That wasn't even worth the bother of getting the offer! He shook his head and rolled those bright eyes of his and turned away. With another snicker, he just thought, couldn't believe that that was as far as that offer went. "Ashemir, that's not even worth the time it took to catch you," he said, doing his best to force down the amusment in his voice. "You're going to have to do much better if you want me to let you go before Valmar shows up. Not much time, I'd reckon." He turned his eyes back to Ashemir again, tilting his head. Would he go farther or deal with the wrath of the general?
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 5, 2010 20:41:14 GMT -5
Yeah well Draven was the one to think that catching Ashemir was a waste of his talent.
His heart sank when Draven started laughing. But before he started thinking that his offer had ended in bitter failure, his eyes glinted when he was given the chance to offer again. As though he needed to be reminded that Valmar was making his way there... but his eyes narrowed slightly at the 'go far or bust' tactic that was just used against him. "I don't think you realize how good a kisser I am," he said with an inflated tone. "But fine... What would you have in mind?" One of the worst things the giver of a bargain could ask, but he wasn't about to risk more time by fishing how far he had to go.
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