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Dec 19, 2010 0:26:27 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 19, 2010 0:26:27 GMT -5
1.) Between Ashemir and Seriah, basically. 2.) Gwaa.
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Ashemir slunk through Issilt’s town square, which was completely empty aside from two people talking on the bench by the fountain. Through the statue’s white leaves, the moon reflected on the still water, bright and whole. The vampire himself looked a little flushed out, after grabbing and pinning a traveler down on the side of the road. Honestly, the blonde couldn’t say he entirely felt nothing as he usually did while killing a traveler, but it wasn’t as though he toyed with or humiliated the man...
And generally, Ashemir looked a mess. Even though he had gone through the chore of combing his hair out every night and morning as he traveled (and always noticing the small area above his left ear where Valmar had trimmed him as he did so), his clothes were smeared with aged blood from when he laid and dragged through the puddle left by the injury to his thigh. He also carried his battleaxe with him, if that didn't completely enhance people's assumptions of him on the road. But it wasn't as though he could stuff the stupid thing in his pack. At least the blood didn't show well on the black cloak.
He crossed the rose garden for a third time, looking around for signs of the cart and horse. Stopping at the door, he stared at the wood grains for a moment or two, as though going over what to say to Seriah in his head. Just start out saying what Valmar did, that should work. He felt stable enough to do that…. Ashemir knocked on the door.
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Dec 20, 2010 0:33:09 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 20, 2010 0:33:09 GMT -5
Cart and horse had been returned to Seriah's neighbor, now that the bundled werewolf had been successfully transferred to the basement. He'd taken the time to secure Yeszlin to a new set of chains, already installed into the cement wall to keep her safely trapped downstairs.
This time he'd been listening for Ashemir, and the door had opened hardly a breath's time after the first knock. Seriah's usual smile faltered at the sight of the blonde, his eyes taking in the bloody clothes, and then the battle axe. "Assuming that's not for me," he nodded towards the hefty weapon, "What happened?" He shook his head slightly, before ushering Ashemir in. "No, come inside first, then tell me."
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Dec 20, 2010 1:06:00 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 20, 2010 1:06:00 GMT -5
Ashemir opened his mouth but then quickly closed it, nodding before he stepped inside. Then he went back to floundering for a sentence, which visibly showed on his face. "I..." He wanted to say everything but couldn't. "I..." he tried again, and it ended just as badly as the first time, except now his expression crumbled from indecisiveness to agony. "...It's a long story," he said slowly. "Can I put my things down first?"
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Dec 20, 2010 2:57:47 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 20, 2010 2:57:47 GMT -5
He closed the door, feeling less patient than he looked, though he'd stopped Ashemir from explaining in the first place. "You can put them anywhere." At least Ashemir looked like he was in one piece, and he must have made it to the mountains and back, since he had his things. How was it that of the two, the one away from the wereanimal was injured?
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Dec 20, 2010 2:59:57 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 20, 2010 2:59:57 GMT -5
Ashemir slung off his bags, setting them next to the couch and letting the axe lean on them. After taking in a deep breath, he looked back to Seriah, “…After the meeting, I had followed Draven and Valmar to the peak of the mountain to eavesdrop. I thought Valmar might try using Draven as a pawn against you, or something more blatant. They found out I was there, so I ran.” Apparently, one of the worst decisions of his life.
He paused, piecing together the second part of the story. “So… after we subdued that werewolf, I went to get my things and I was packing, and then Valmar suddenly appeared in my doorway.” Details, he needed to summon details. …The details were still terrifying and disgusting, but Ashemir tried not to bury his face in his hands again, instead just looking down at the floor. “He kissed me and threw me on my bed. And… Dear God, I told him that I’d bed him if he was gentle and kissed him, so I could try to strangle him until he was unconscious. But he flung me around the room and on the bed and pinned me down…” He shivered as he remembered the general’s nose in his hair and his tongue slicking his ear. “I fought him off and started running, but he threw my axe into my leg. Then he beat me, cut off a lock of my hair, spat on me, and left. He said if he ever saw me again, he’d kill me.” He briefly glanced at Seriah, then off to his bags, threading a hand through his hair as a lost and miserable expression took hold again. “…I don’t know what to do.”
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Dec 20, 2010 3:11:47 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 20, 2010 3:11:47 GMT -5
Seriah listened quietly, choosing not to interrupt and risk Ashemir loosing his train of thought. He had little qualms with punishment, or even torture, but he found Valmar's methods disturbing enough to twist his stomach into a knot. Perhaps if Ashemir had heard something he wasn't supposed to, or nearly had, the excessive of the punishment would make sense. But before he could question the politics of the situation, he had to deal with the immediate situation. Ashemir was not one of Valmar's soldiers, which, as far as Seriah was concerned, made the other vampire his, and something Valmar shouldn't be touching.
Quieting his thoughts, he wrapped his arms around Ashemir, pulling him into a tight hug whether he protested or not. "You don't have to do anything. You will stay here, for now, and I will make VERY sure Valmar knows just what will happen if he sees you again." Or else Valmar would have to worry about seeing the warlord again instead.
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Dec 20, 2010 3:26:34 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 20, 2010 3:26:34 GMT -5
The hug was a little unexpected, but entirely welcome. Ashemir's chains clinked as he hugged Seriah back, finally losing it again and burying his head in the blue-eyed vampire's shoulder to cry. Crying never felt so good, but after a minute or so, the tears ran dry. "Thank you," he said quietly. Although he wasn't sure if he could sleep well in his own bed again so soon. Again he had to ask himself what the hell he had gotten into.
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Dec 20, 2010 3:33:31 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 20, 2010 3:33:31 GMT -5
He let the other cry, gently combing his fingers through the other's golden hair. When It seemed Ashemir had nothing left, he stepped out of the hug, giving the other a careful look. "It's alright. Everything will be fine." He sighed, deciding it was still better to know sooner than later, even if it wasn't the most tasteful moment to bring things up. "Ashemir. When you were listening to Draven and Valmar, did you hear anything suspicious?" Surely he'd heard something Seriah needed to know about to have incited Valmar to such a degree. That or Valmar was more out of control than he'd expected...
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Dec 20, 2010 3:40:49 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 20, 2010 3:40:49 GMT -5
Ashemir shivered as Seriah touched his hair, but in this case, he allowed the gesture. At the other's question, he shook his head. "Nothing. He just appointed Draven as part of a special force group that covered stealth missions and special warfare." He paused briefly. "Draven told me that he sides with you no matter what. He doesn't like Valmar, but I told him to go with him to Yina and keep an eye on him."
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Dec 20, 2010 3:50:45 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 20, 2010 3:50:45 GMT -5
Seriah nodded, releasing an unneeded breath. "All the more reason to have a chat with Valmar." His expression lightened a fraction, "Good. That's.. that's very good. I'll sleep better knowing someone has an eye on him." But if Valmar really was up to no good, and that remained to be seen, Seriah wasn't sure how quick he'd be to trust Draven. But all the more eyes and ears completely sided with him were useful. He pulled himself back from politics to look at Ashemir, smiling in a kinder way than he usually did, "In the mean time, you'll probably be more comfortable if you change into something clean. Would tormenting an imprisoned werewolf make you feel any better?" They just happened to have an unhappy one chained down stairs after all.
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Dec 20, 2010 4:50:18 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 20, 2010 4:50:18 GMT -5
Ashemir's expression slowly returned to his regular neutral one. It looked like his worry about Valmar stabbing Seriah in the back was shared, although he couldn't imagine how the warlord felt about that. At least if Valmar was going to slaughter Ashemir, the blonde would see it coming; not necessarily so for Seriah.
Changing into something clean now that he was here was a perfectly fine idea to him. He was tired of being questioned on the road, while one practical reason he still wore the bloody clothing was to keep the rest of the clothes in his pack clean. While he'd have to throw out his torn slacks, the rest could be salvageable after a thorough wash. When Seriah mentioned torturing the werewolf, Ashemir's brows rose slightly. "Maybe..." he answered thoughtfully, with a great 'yes' connotation to his tone.
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Dec 21, 2010 2:22:08 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 21, 2010 2:22:08 GMT -5
Seriah brushed back his dark hair, wondering at the back of his mind just what he was going to do about Valmar and Ashemir. At least it wasn't something that he needed to take care of immediately... just sometime before Ashemir decided to go back to the mountains. But he doubted the other vampire would want to stay away from his home for long. He brightened at Ashemir's response, "Well, whenever you're ready."
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Dec 21, 2010 2:58:01 GMT -5
Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 21, 2010 2:58:01 GMT -5
Ashemir nodded, pulling away from the embrace. "I'll be a moment..." he said, picking up his pack of clothes and heading into the bedroom, closing the door. A few moments later, he returned wearing a long-sleeved royal blue tunic fashioned long in the back and trimmed in black, dark green slacks, and a dark gray sash and neck wrap. He left his chains in the room, on the small neat pile of his bloody clothes that he left next to his closed bag. "Alright. Where's your basement?"
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Dec 21, 2010 3:36:47 GMT -5
Post by Seriah Desislov on Dec 21, 2010 3:36:47 GMT -5
Seriah leaned against a near wall, and watched Ashemir retreat to the bedroom to change. When the other vampire returned, he straightened, heading for a closed door beside the kitchen. "This way." He opened the door, revealing steps into a dim lit room with stone walls. On a near wall there was a rack for wine, though no wine being kept, and on the far wall was where Seriah had left Yeszlin unconscious and chained.
Her silver chains attached to thick manacles at the wrist, and extended to the wall, where they were deeply embedded in stone. The chain length was enough that their captive could almost cross half the room. A medium sized contraption was to the left of the room, out of her reach, with what looked like half a ship's steering wheel with the chain running through it. Turning a crank at the wooden wheel's center would allow for the length of the chain to be reset.
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Dec 21, 2010 7:52:31 GMT -5
Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Dec 21, 2010 7:52:31 GMT -5
There was movement. She could hear it and yet her mind was still fuzzy. She didn't open her eyes, but she could tell she was somewhere damp and enclosed. Her head ached with a vicious, stabbing throb. She shifted slightly, feeling completely worn. As she did, she felt cool metal tight against her wrists. It was almost silent here, wherever she was, besides the movements of something on the opposite of the room. Finally, Yeszlin opened her blue-green eyes and lifted her head. Everything was blurred for a moment and she lifted a hand to the back of her head, wincing at the tender spot from where the damn vampire had hit her with the rock. She slowly, painfully, sat herself up and crossed her legs, leaning against the wall behind her as her vision focused. With a low growl, she watched the two that had attacked her in the forest, in her home. She didn't think she could get up and trust her legs to move right. So, instead, she lowered her eyes to the silver manacles that wrapped her wrists and tugged at one with a slender finger, miserably.
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