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[Arr -- k u n]

✖ ▬ ▬ x ＴＨＥ x RAPTURE } - - 2012 AD

The End came not as a bang, but as a whimper. A lone man walked down the middle of the deserted street, shrouded in a blanket of darkness; streetlights flickered and their murky pools of light winked out as his foot touched the ground. He hummed lowly under his breath, pale hands buried deep in the pockets of his long coat, brass buttons fastened to his throat, collar upturned to ward off the chill, shielding his face. He broke into a whistle as another pool of orange light winked out, breath fogging the night air. A crumpled ball of the New York Times rolled and skipped across the street ahead of him; black eyes tracked the wadded up paper as he adjusted his wide-brimmed hat.

The shadows writhed in his wake. Black tendrils of liquid silk slithered from his footsteps. A screech pierced the desolate silence of the street and the final streetlight burst; with a shower of glass, the street dropped into a suffocating darkness.

A whine drew the man's attention and his gaze slid to the corners of his eyes and spotted a stray pup shuffling around in a bed of newspaper. As he turned his head, the deeper shadows at his feet writhed and slithered, monstrous figures breached the dimmer shadows briefly before being swept up in the writhing masses. The pup stared unblinkingly back at the man and a crack of a smile pulled up the corner of his mouth into a smirk, “Hm.” He could taste the fear.

Death and decay shed from his form like a serpent shedding its skin. Shadows broke away from their brethren and slinked away, shudders crawled up the spines of passers-by as the Shadows passed and a child whimpered as she watched a monstrous and disfigured figure seep into her mother's shadow.

A flash and the sky turned white; a third of the world's population vanished and the young girl collapsed unconscious. The world as it was known, changed. A great war broke across the Earth and humans dwindled to near extinction as demons and the Man of Sin decimated the world. Darkness wreaked havoc and cloaked the Earth in gray. For a year and a day sunlight was never seen, then from the woodwork of the world, beings of myth crawled from the depths. A Great War had been prophesied at the creation of time; a time of change would occur and the beings' seats of power among the ranks of life would be returned. Elves. Gnomes. Fairies. Dragons. Their essence of light tore open the ranks of darkness and forced the demons back into the shadows.

As the beings' presence remained, technology failed and the era of yesteryear crumbled; society digressed and the world returned to an age of renaissance. Magic re-infused itself into the core of the world, awakening nature from her slumber, and replaced Man's technological advancements. Countries faded from the minds of the masses and kings returned to their thrones.

✖ ▬ ▬ x ＴＨＥ x REPENT } - - 2561 AP

An Angel of Prophecy fell from the heavens and kissed the brow of a young girl; the Oracle awoke at the first daybreak of the new era. Thirty-seven generations have lived and died since the End and the birth of the First Oracle, and Man's history has faded into myth. The world has become a land of fairytale; magic prospers and evil lurks in the shadows.

In a distant kingdom, a daughter is born. A week long celebration is thrown in her honor and the world rejoices the birth of the new Oracle. On the eve of her sixth month birthday, the princess is snatched from her crib, bundled up and tucked away in the arm of a powerful witch mourning the loss of her diminishing beauty.

The kingdom is shaken by the princess's abduction, a bad omen in the light of the world's drawn-out peace. Years passed and the King and his queen lost hope; the Queen couldn't bare another child. A rumor rippled through the kingdoms of the world of a young woman trapped in a tower tucked away amidst the blistering cold and mountainous terrain of the far north; home to ogres and giants and protected by a fearsome dragon. Hope renewed, the King ordered his best knights to rescue the woman, if successful, the King gave promise of a handsome reward.

A year passed and none of the men returned. The strain of losing his daughter and the world's prophet, the King's health began to deteriorate and he released a mass invitation: bring me my daughter and be rewarded.

[Arr -- k u n]

{ ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A } . . .

[Gunslinger Retro]

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ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

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Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink.

Steel boots, greaves, emitted the tiny noise every time the owner took another step. They radiated heat, a souvenir of the intense battle the owner had just had with a massive dragon.


"GWOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHH!"

The huge winged beast plummeted down from the cloudy night sky, It crashed through the clouds like a harbinger of doom sent from the Heavens above. The lone Knight got off of the horse they were riding and leaped to the side, not even looking back as the horse was swallowed up by the mighty jaw of the green-scaled dragon. The Knight reached to their back and drew a mighty-looking longbow. They nocked an arrow and took aim, pulling it back. The Knight fired the bolt at the dragon who swept it up in a spew of fire. The Knight rose their shield and guarded against the flames that raged at them. They then looked backwards at the large castle. They would have no chance trying to fight the beast out here in the open. The fight would have to continue within. Spinning the their heel, the Knight tore off into the castle, sprinting away from the mighty dragon giving chase.

The Knight neared a delicate-looking bed, a veil of dainty cloth around it. From where they stood they could make out the shape of a human, a woman. They reached out to grab the veil.

Another stream of fire danced around the Knight, threatening to swallow them whole. However, the castle was huge and dark, and the dragon had ample space to maneuver and proceed to blast the Knight with bursts of crimson flames. However, it had yet to be successful. How long that fact remained truthful was another story. A mighty reptilian foot slammed down, gigantic, horse-sized claws leaving deep gashes in the stone floor. As the dragon neared the Knight and proceeded to loom menacingly over them, they got a feel for how big it really was. In a somewhat arrogant display of power, it released heavy clouds of smoke from its nose, before taking in a mighty breath. The Knight, either bravely or foolishly, ran toward the beast, running under neath it as the beam of flames crashed down where they once stood, leaving a puddle of melted rock as a sign of where it had hit.

The curtains wrinkled and creased as the Knight grabbed hold of them in their armored fist. In a single movement they yanked away the light material, exposing a very beautiful woman who had appeared to be sleeping. The Knight slowly placed a knee on the bed and kneeled over the woman, gently reaching toward her soft face.

The Knight jammed their sword inside of the beast's belly and ran, spilling its acidic blood which melted through the stone floor as it came into contact with it. The beast began to thrash about, spewing fire and acid blood everywhere. The Knight began to run and dive, rolling along the ground and dipping behind pillars to avoid the Hellish rain. Finally, the dragon let out a fiery, devilish roar that spewed flames from its mouth and the new hole in its stomach, before exploding outward in a burst of hot gore, increasing the room temperature by what was at least twenty-five degrees. The Knight stood and looked up out of the long-since broken Stained Glass window. There, standing proudly, was the Princess' Tower.



“Hey, wake your a** up. I'm not gettin' paid by the hour, y'know.”

The Knight spoke rudley in a strangely feminine voice as they lightly slapped the girl a few times on her cheek to get her awake.


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Annalise pressed her nose up against the broken stained glass, hazel eyes wide with awe as she stared intently out at the knight; his armor a glimmering speck in the distant tundra. The princess had lost count of how many knights she had witnessed lose their lives at the fanged maw of her mistress's guardian. But Annalise was optimistic. She had to be. Eighteen years she had spent confined to her quarters within the crumbling tower with nothing to occupy her but the quaint library and bathroom, and, of course, the occasional visit from the wicked witch whom had raised her since she was not but a babe.

The blonde flinched and curled her fingers into loose fists, face pressed harder against the glass as the dragon fell from the sky, maw unhinged with a deep roar. Of the countless lives lost at the hope of saving her, she could never look away from the knights' impending doom; a glimmer of hope always remained rooted in her heart that they would somehow survive, but they never did. Less than a few had ever made it to the keep. Her heart leaped and pattered excitedly against her breast and a grin lit her hazel eyes with a gleeful fire as she watched the knight abandon his horse and sprint towards the crumbling gate of the castle, running into the keep; the mistress's dragon plummeted into the courtyard and doused the stone aflame with crimson fire.

She swallowed thickly and her nails scraped shrilly down the glass. Her breathing slowed and worry creased her brow as she watched the stand-off below her tower. The dragon's wings shuddered as she landed heavily in the courtyard, the small bottles of perfume on the princess vanity trembled, and the princess glimpsed deep gouges ripped into the cobbled stone, putrid gray smoke billowed from the dragon's flared nostrils. The dragon was peeved to say the least. How could that measly mutt of a man skirt her defenses as he had? The dragon growled, a deep rumble in her chest that trembled the courtyard. Angry with being thwarted by a measly human, she reared up and took a powerful breath.

The princess winced and ducked her head. Though she cared little for the beast that snapped up her saviors time and time again, she could not watch. The dragon was a fearsome creature and the princess respected her power and grace nonetheless; she would not watch the dragon's moment of defeat, though a thrilled hum coursed through her veins and a bright smile upturned the corners of her mouth. The knight... her knight had finally come to save her, just like in the countless scriptures she had read, shelved perfectly away in her library.

'Oh!' Annalise gasped and lurched away from the stained glass window, stumbling over the hem of her skirt as she bolted towards her vanity. Her knight! She was saved.

An excited shiver made her tremble as she leaned into her mirror, elegant hands eagerly swept through her blonde tresses to remove the tangles. It was the moment she had been waiting for all her life. Her first kiss. For why else would a gallant gentleman risk his life to free her of her prison if not for love? A blush pinkened her cheeks as she picked up a small, blue bottle off her vanity and she hugged it to her bosom, a winsome smile softening the sharp brightness in her eyes. She allowed herself a moment of peace, allowing a calm to sweep through her body, hoping her heart would stop pounding so furiously in her breast.

A clink slapped her to the present and the princess jumped, fumbling with the cap of the glass bottle and dabbing a bit of perfume at the inside of either of her wrists, and yipped as she stepped on the skirt of her dress and fell back into her vanity. She jostled the countless bottles of perfume and a few rolled off the top and smashed on the stone floor in front of her bedroom door. The blonde gasped and heaved herself away her dressing table as she heard her knight take a measured step closer, throwing herself onto her veiled bed. She fluffed the pillows, smoothed out the wrinkled of her bedding, then fell onto her back. The blonde squeezed her eyes shut and suppressed a giddy trill as her door cracked open and she exhaled slowly, forcing the tension in her body to uncoil and relax as she folded her hands over her bosom gracefully.

The bed dipped under the weight of the knight and a hot blush crept up the back of the princess's neck as she felt the man lean over her relaxed form. The smallest of smiles quirked the corners of her mouth as she felt a stir in the air, instinctively knowing the knight was reaching towards her face.

“Hey, wake your a** up. I'm not gettin' paid by the hour, y'know.”

The blonde gasped and snapped her eyes open. She gaped up at the man, the tenor of his voice missed in the outrage of his crude greeting. “How- How dare you!” Annalise said as she sat up and swatted the man's gloved hand away; her nose almost touched the slotted mask of his polished helm and she narrowed her hazel eyes. Even though she couldn't see his gaze, she liked to think she was staring the man straight in the eye. “Is that any way to greet your newly betrothed?! I dare say, my father would have your head if he heard you speak to me in such a rude manner.”

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[Gunslinger Retro]

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( ANNAISEAERINDE'LUNE )

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ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

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“Huh? Betrothed? Listen.. you're sexy and all, and your rack is pretty amazing, but I'm not looking to get married. That was NOT in the job description.”

The Knight removed the steel helm from their head, chocolate waves of beautiful hair spilling out, framing the beautiful face of a woman. Her face was soft-looking, as was her light brown skin, and her eyes were a dim gray that held an inner softness. She had a kind, loving look deep within her eyes, betraying her rude and blunt vernacular. She ran her gloved hand through her hair softly, letting out a sigh. She began wafting at herself, incredibly hot in the armor. She began to strip, removing the chest plate, shoulder pauldrons, and gauntlets, freeing up her upper body. She was dressed in a brown leather brassier, with a single silver bracelet around her left wrist. That was all she had in the way of jewelry. Her breasts were a wonder in an d of themselves. They were fairly big, but had been completely flattened and hidden under her armor, without causing any harm to them. She sheathed her sword into the scabbard on her hip and folder her arms over her massive tit- err... chest.

“Not what you were expecting, am I? Anyway, get your sexy a** out of that bed, we gotta go. There's a king who wants to see his daughter, and my pockets need some gold in them.”

She didn't wait for the Princess to answer, instead she grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up and over her shoulder, indiscreetly copping a feel of her a** as she did so. She then turned and began heading down the tower back to the castle. It was time to get out of here.


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She didn't understand, and it showed plainly on her expression. Her brow creased with confusion, lips parted as she tried to form some sort of a sound, a word to dispel the haze and intangible thoughts flitting her mind, and she fell back onto her hands and stared up at the knight. “I... I...” that was better. She dropped her green gaze to her lap as her brow pulled in more. 'Rack?' Her eyes lifted from her lap and glanced around the room; there was no rack to speak of, only a vanity pushed up against the wall a distance away from the foot of her veiled bed; perfume bottles of various shape, color, and height were tipped over onto their sides on the table top from when she had fell into the dressing table in her haste to make herself a little more presentable for her knight.

Her gaze slipped off the table and fell longingly onto the broken bottles on the floor, she had lost her favored scent of sandalwood. The princess shifted her weight onto her right hand and raised her left wrist to her face. She took a measured breath of the oil seeped into the creamy skin of her wrist, eyes closing as she committed the woodsy smell to memory. She wasn't sure why she favored that particular scent above all the others the witch had gifted her with, as if the gifts would actually appeal to her more than being free of her prison.

A clank made the blonde jump and she snapped her eyes open.

Her mind faltered and her eyebrows arced up her brow in bewilderment, gaze locked onto the ma- woman's... woman... The princess released a shaky breath and closed her eyes, squeezing them shut so she wasn't staring at the knight's chest. 'Definitely a woman.' She pushed her slight form up to sit and she buried her face in her hands as she drew her slippered feet towards herself, tucking her legs underneath her. Her knight... was a woman? A woman. The princess parted her fingers and peeked at the knight standing at her bedside, arms crossed with an indignant expression hardening her soft features. The blonde averted her gaze quickly and closed her fingers, 'Still a woman.'

It made no sense!

She gasped and squawked as the other woman grabbed her waist and hauled her over her shoulder. A hand touching her backside made her hazel eyes widen. “Oh! Why you- you- you scoundrel!” She beat on the woman's back and kicked at the air as the brunette shifted the blonde's slight weight and opened her bedroom door. “No!” the princess cried, latching onto the jamb of the doorway, “I will not leave with- with- with a woman masquerading as a gentleman! This is not how it works!” An angered blush colored the blonde's cheeks and she dug her nails into the wood of the jamb. “I am to be saved from a terrifying beast out of love and honor and passion! That's how it always works! Just like those books! Unhand me this instant!”

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[Gunslinger Retro]

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ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

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With an annoyed groan the Knight held the Princess out at arm's length, holding her by her underarms as if she were a misbehaving toddler. She wrapped her hands around her head gently and looked deep into her eyes, her lips parted slightly. She softly caressed the Princess' face before thrusting it into her cleavage. She held her against her left breast for a few seconds, and then her right one. She finally released her from her boobs before claiming her lips in a fiery passionate kiss, her tongue exploring the mouth of the Princess. She held her in that kiss for a long while, massaging and wrestling the blond girl's tongue with her own, before finally releasing her, a trail of spittle connecting their lips. She took a deep, shuddering breath before giving the Princess a smirk.

“I'm no gentleman. I'm a sellsword. And your father is paying me to rescue you. Yes, I'm a woman. That didn't stop me from killing the dragon, it didn't stop me from rescuing you, and it damn sure didn't stop me from enjoying a kiss with those sexy lips of yours. Now then, it's time to go. Come to peace with it.”

With that she once again hoisted the Princess up and over her shoulder, walking through the large castle and toward the entrance. She walked along the mighty stone drawbridge across the moat which had long since dried up and was now a very steep drop to a bed of painful-looking rocks. She crossed the drawbridge and headed toward the Kingdom she had come from, the Princess in tow. "Damn, wish that oversized garden snake hadn't eaten my steed. This'll be a long walk. We'll probably have to set up camp along the way." She scratched her bare back with her free hand, not really caring that she had left behind some of her armor. The King had given it to her for free anyway, it's not like it was special to her or anything.

The walk continued for a few hours and the two women entered a forest. The Knight gave the Princess a pat on the a** before letting her down. "Alright, we're setting up camp. You can run off if you want to, but this forest is crawling with bears, wolves, and beasties left over from the Time Before. You don't want to tangle with any of those." She took her sword and drew a perfect circle around the two women, before drawing a single rune in the center. Her hand glowed a bright green and a green light appeared from the circle she drew, making a barrier around them. "This is a King's Will barrier. It allows people to go out, but none to come in. Watch." She pointed at a leaf which lightly descended to the ground, gently scraping the barrier. It burst into flames and was rendered a pile of ashes. "See? Crazy s**t. My tarp was with the horse, so now it's gone, but I have this." She grabbed a ratty-looking cloth from her waist. She looked at it softly, as if longing for something. 'This blanket... It means a lot to me. Don't ruin it, alright?" She handed the Princess the blanket and stripped off the remaining armor. She was wearing a pair of panties with leather chaps to protect her thighs and legs from the steel armor in case it got heated up. She laid on the ground, facing away from the Princess. "I'm... I'm Annaise, by the way."


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The blonde dropped unceremoniously onto the cobbled floor and she winced at the sudden drop. Colored sunlight spilled into the rounded corridor from the stained glass window, tinting the princess's face in a cool blue. Somehow the scene in the window remained untouched by time, unlike the one dominating the west wall of her former prison. Annalise ducked her head as the brunette gripped her upper arms, lower lip pulled in between her teeth to bite it as she turned her head to peek at the stained glass. Her gaze slid over the looming dragon bearing down on the lone knight brandishing his sword, violet smoke billowed from the dragon's maw as a ring of bright orange fire circled the knight, sunlight glinting off the point of his blade as he leaped through a wall of fire.

The princess snorted and averted her gaze, hazel eyes fixed on the toes of the other woman's boots. 'Some knight.' Warm fingers brushed against her cheek and the blonde's brow creased at the gesture; it was a stark contrast to the woman's overall gruff demeanor. Annalise's chin was tipped up and she looked up into the brunette's face, green gaze flitting back and forth between the other woman's pale gray eyes. The blonde could see specks of bright blue hidden in their depths and a softness she couldn't place. The crease in her brow relaxed a bit as her dark blonde eyebrows quirked, curious at the change of mood that had swept them up as the brunette's hands shifted and cupped her face. The pad of her right thumb brushed lightly at the delicate skin underneath the blonde's left eye.

A muffled gasp of surprise escaped the princess's lips as she was buried into the woman's cleavage and she reeled back, pushing on the woman's hips to push her away, but the brunette's strength was considerable in comparison the princess's meekness. She panted as she tried to distance herself even a hairsbreadth from the other woman's chest as a hot blush crept up the back of her neck; she couldn't breathe! The princess pushed excessively on the woman's hips and whimpered, then gasped in a much need breath as she was released.

She gave a strangled cry when her mouth was claimed and her nails dug into the brunette's sides. Her body recoiled from the unwanted kiss and she struggled against the knight's grasp, hands flitting up and beating at the woman's shoulders to release her. No! No, her first kiss would not be like this! She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut as the woman's hot, wet appendage swept at her lower lip, barely even asking for permission before breaching the blonde's mouth. A hot tear rolled down Annalise's cheek and her body trembled as she fisted the woman's shirt in her hands, nails scraping against her shoulders. A sick heavy weight sank into her stomach as she was released and the princess quickly turned her back on the knight as she sniffed; a hand raised to her face and the blonde wiped away the stray tear before it dripped off her chin. She wrapped her right arm across her stomach and hugged herself tightly, left hand shifting from the line of her jaw to touch the pads of her fingertips to her trembling lips. A hot blush crept up the back of her neck, ashamed with the loss of such a precious gift that was easily taken.

So engrossed in her turmoil, the blonde didn't hear a word the knight said and barely fought back as she was swept up again and tossed like a sack over the woman's shoulder. She trembled, though, at the woman's nearness, curling tightly in on herself as she bit roughly into her lower lip, mouth swollen and plumped fuller from the knight's harsh kiss. What was to become of her now? What else would the knight take from her? Her mind strayed to her virtue and the princess squirmed, crossing her ankles and squeezing her thighs together protectively. She shook her head. No, she wouldn't allow it.

Her thoughts stewed on that matter as the sun began to set and the temperature dropped. The blonde shivered on her perch and folded her arms along the woman's back, ducking her head to hide her face against the chilled air. It was cold there in the north, snowbanks ever-present no matter the season. Her breath clouded the air and reluctantly curled a little tighter on the knight's shoulder. It was cool back in her prison, but not as cold as it was outside.

A pat on her backside roused the blonde and her brow creased, a huff fogging the cold as a blush colored her cheeks. The princess dropped to the ground as soon as she was set down, hugging her knees to her chest as she shivered. The thin material of her dress didn't do well to guard against the spring chill and she tugged on the cuffs of her sleeves, pulling them down over hands, but the action pulled down the collar of her dress and bared the crook of her neck and shoulder to the cold. She whimpered quietly under her breath and folded her arms over her chest, hands linking behind her neck. Her eyes darted to the other woman, reluctant to tempt her with any bit of extra skin showing, her virtue still fresh in her thoughts.

The princess didn't express any sign of awe at the magical barrier protecting the two from hostile predators, she had seen much grander castings from the witch that had held her captive. The blonde's mouth pulled down at the thought of the wretched woman that had raised her; she wouldn't be happy when she found her precious princess missing. The witch's visits were sporadic, so the blonde didn't know when the woman would come after the two to steal her back. It could be the next day or a fortnight from now.

“This blanket... It means a lot to me,” the knight murmured and the blonde looked worriedly at the woman, then dropped her gaze to the frayed blanket as the brunette leaned over, holding out the cloth. Hesitantly, the princess unwrapped an arm from around herself, shivering at the chill that swept up the exposed area of her body, and quickly swiped the offered blanket. She wrapped it around herself and held it closed tightly around her neck like a cloak. Though it was threadbare in places, it was heavier than her dress. “I'm... I'm Annaise, by the way.”

The blonde frowned at the woman across from her as she mulled the knight's name over. “Annaise...” she murmured quietly, then the barest of smiles quirked the corners of her mouth as she dropped her hazel eyes to the glowing rune centered between them. “Annalise Laurent,” she chuckled. She paused as bits and pieces of the brunette's earlier remarks whispered to the forefront of her mind. “You already know my name though, I'm certain.” Her statement was punctuated by a soft growl and the blonde's nose twitched as a blush of embarrassment colored high on her cheeks. Ducking her chin and hiding her face in the blanket, she murmured, “You... you wouldn't happen to have something... something to eat, would you?”

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ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

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Annaise looked up at the girl and reached for the metal waist and groin armor she had been wearing. Attached by a small leather strip to the back was a sack. She opened it and reached inside, retrieving strips of salted, dried beef, a piece of bread, and a canteen filled with mead. She handed the small meal to the Princess. "Eat up, Princess Annalise. I need you strong, we've got a long journey ahead of us." Annaise marveled at how similar their names were before freezing. Her skin prickled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She had the feeling that she was being watched, but there wasn't anyone around. Annaise drew the circle again, casting a double barrier around them, before laying next to Annalise.

"Rest up, I'll see you in the morning. We're heading out at dawn."

She laid down uneasy at first. But, as the hours ticked by and nothing happened, she fell into a deep slumber. The sounds of birds chirping filled the morning air the next day, and the sun began to slowly rise and cast its golden light over the forest. Gathered around the barrier, suspicious of it but not going near it, was a plethora of woodland creatures, rabbits, wolves, deer, a bear or two, all gathered around the barrier. However, for humans, especially males, what was happening within was far more interesting. Snuggled up to the Princess was Annaise, dressed only in her leather undergarments. Her bare legs and arms were wrapped around the Princess, who, uin her sleep, had returned the embrace. Annaise had her head gently pressed into the Princess' smaller, but respectable cleavage. The Princess had her lips mere inches away from the flesh of Annaise's neck, breathing in her essence as they slept.

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Annalise watched the other woman carefully as she wrapped the blanket a little tighter around her shoulders as a brisk, cool breeze swept through their small camp. The blonde shivered and curled up tighter as the brunette drew a piece of her polished armor towards herself and tugged a small pouch from the back and uncinched the top. A few pieces of dried meat and a heel of bread was shoved at her and the Princess shrank back, eyeing the food warily. Her nose wrinkled; it had to have been at least a few days old.

The blonde's lips thinned as she pressed them together in a firm line, fingers curling tightly around her upper arms. After a long pause, the Princess shook her head and hid her face in the blanket, closing her eyes. “I don't feel so hungry after all,” she murmured. Her stomach growled and her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, hazel eyes popping open and narrowing. How dare her belly give her away! The blonde's nose twitched and she snatched the canteen from the brunette's grasp. “Perhaps I'm a little thirsty.” She dropped her gaze to the canteen and pressed the pad of her thumb against the stopper; she pushed firmly until the cork popped free and she daintily raised the water skin to her nose, taking a precautionary sniff. It smelt... odd. Her brow furrowed at the new scent and her eyes darted to the woman across from her, '...is it poisoned?' Hazel eyes dropped back to the opening of the water skin and her eyebrows pulled in more. 'No, she said she was taking me back... back to my father.' She couldn't be brought to her King dead, she wouldn't be rewarded. The blonde huffed at the thought of being rescued solely for the purpose of receiving a bit of gold to line her rescuer's pocket. It was ridiculous! She shook her head and brought the canteen to her lips to take a large swig, she was parched and her throat –

The Princess sputtered and coughed, water skin dropping instantly to the dirt and leaking its mead all over the ground as the blonde struck herself repeatedly in the chest as she choked. “What is that disgusting, putrid stuff that you call water?!” Annalise's delicate and small features contorted into a look of disgust as she scampered away from the growing puddle of mead at her slippered feet as if the drink itself would poison her upon contact. Though if that were true, she would already be dead. She eyed the canteen warily, then shook her head before the woman could answer. “On second thought, don't tell me. I'd rather not know what a vile concoction it is that I had almost consumed.” She shuddered, 'Ick.'

“Rest up,” the brunette said at length, not seeming to care about the scene the Princess cause, “I'll see you in the morning. We're heading out at dawn.” The blonde tensed as the knight settled down at her side and her hand flitted to her mouth with a scowl. She pressed the pads of her fingertips to her lips and her scowl deepened as the soft flesh of her lips tingled with irritation beneath her fingers. For hours, the Princess remained sitting up, fingers pressed tightly to her mouth. She turned her head to peer over her shoulder, then down at the woman behind her. She turned away and snorted, shifting forward and intending to stand to put some distance between the two. A dark hand appeared at her hip before she could move and the Princess flinched at the other woman's touch, freezing instantly mid-rise with a breath caught in her throat. A shiver at her thigh drew the blonde's attention downwards and hazel eyes dropped down without moving; Annaise was trembling.

Annalise sighed, then noted how white the fog of her breath was in the chilled air. The brunette was cold. With a grumble, the Princess tugged the blanket off from around her shoulders and twisted around to drape the cover over the older woman. As much as she loathed the knight for her crude behavior, she had saved her nonetheless from her prison. The blonde frowned at the woman's choice of dress, 'Nothing but her undergarments? Is she insane!' She shook her head and turned away from the brunette and shifted again to get up, but the grip on her hip tightened and the older woman shifted with her, her dark arm snaking around the blonde's waist and tucking her body close to the Princess's warmth. The blonde froze again and swallowed firmly as she felt something press into the curve of her lower back; a blush colored high on her cheeks and her body flushed with a trembling heat.

After a moment, she closed her eyes and tilted her chin up, face angled towards the dark sky, and took several deep, cleansing breaths. The grip around her waist was too tight to move away and as much as she wanted to distance herself from the knight, she had the feeling Annaise would be a rather cranky woman without her proper amount of sleep or to be awakened in the middle of the night. With a deep sigh, the Princess opened her eyes and stared up into the sky, gaze fixing on a bright, twinkling star just off center of her line of sight. 'I can't allow her to touch me anymore.' She raised her hand back to her mouth and she touched her fingers to her lips again as her brow furrowed with a scowl, 'Worst experience of my life! I can't believe – !' She shook her head and turned awkwardly in the woman's embrace, the blonde hugging her arms around her chest as she laid as close to the knight as she dared, leaving a few inches of space between them as they shared the ratty blanket. 'I can't believe I lost something so precious to such a crude person. And a woman at that!'

The blonde closed her eyes and snorted quietly, settling in for a fitful sleep.



A bar of sunlight roused a tired groan from the Princess and she shifted, mind fogged with sleep, and cuddled closer to a soft warmth as she shivered against the brisk morning chill of the snowy north. Hazed images of a far off dreamscape flitted across the forefront of her mind. The glimpses barely grazed her consciousness as she began to wake, giving another little groan as a blue jay chirped into the dawning sun. “Shush,” Annalise moaned and her brow furrowed in a sharp anger. She had never been much of a morning person. Wisps of thick strands tickled her nose and she twitched her nose as her arms tightened imperceptibly around her pillow. “Mm,” she groaned and shifted, taking a deep, shuddering breath as she suppressed a yawn. A scent of something musky caught her attention and her brow furrowed in wonder. It wasn't an unappealing scent, just different but startling familiar. 'Sandalwood.' The thought flickered across her mind and brushed away the haze of sleep, 'But... different...' She caught a faint scent of cloves underlying the musk of sweat and earth and the blonde cracked her eyes open.

Her eyebrows creased in confusion as she stared at a mass of dark curls and her small hands shifted and caressed something satiny and smooth. With a start, the Princess gasped and reeled back, throwing herself away from the knight that had entwined herself around the blonde during the night. Her heart pattered roughly against her breast and she panted, body trembling with revulsion and she scampered further away with a sob.

She came face-to-face with a doe and screamed in fright at the wild animal, wide hazel eyes catching the sight of long fangs and flashing ruby eyes in her fright-addled state. “Get away from me you beast!” she screeched and the deer flattened her ears against her head, giving a snort at the Princess's ridiculousness as the blonde tripped to her feet and through the protective barrier, stumbling into the woods and running away from the circle of woodland creatures and the knight.

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ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

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The sound of chirping birds and the feeling of an intimate warmth that she had lost roused Annaise from her sleep. The Jack-of-all-Trades slowly rose, rubbing her eyes. She immediately looked around her. Sure enough, the princess had ran off. Just ******** peachy. With a snap and a curse muttered under her breath she lowered the barriers, swiftly snapping on the remaining pieces of her armor. Her boots, her thigh guards, her skirt. When she had it all on, she began looking around. Soon she noticed something on the floor. She took a few steps toward the thing and crouched, picking it up. A piece of fabric, matching the color of the gown the princess had been wearing. She looked up. Sure enough, the Princess had left a trail any fool could follow. Only problem was Annaise didn't feel like following it. She forced herself to remember the gold and stood, looking down the trail. She looked to her left at a bear.

"You wouldn't know where she is, would you?" "GWOOOOOOOAAAAAAR!!!" The bear charged and Annaise knocked it out with a magically-imbued punch to the head. "I thought as much." She began traveling down the path with a sigh, following after the foolhardy princess.



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The Princess panted as she ran down the dirt path, heart lodged in her throat; low hanging tree branches caught on her skirt and sleeves and tore the thin fabric, scratching her delicate skin underneath. Her slippered feet ached as she ran over loose rocks and tripped over exposed tree roots in the path. Knee scraped and bleeding, the Princess stumbled to her feet with a pained whimper and fled through the stubborn underbrush, leafless branches caught strands of her blonde hair and ripped them from her scalp, though the Princess hardly noticed.

Annalise yelped as she tripped over a rock and tumbled down the hill, crash-landing with a splash in an ice cold brook. The Princess was shocked into silence as she laid in the water, eyes wild with fear as she trembled from the cold, then something slithered up her skirt and a scaly side touched her inner thigh. She screamed; birds flew from their perches and into the air with a startled squawk.

The blonde bolted to her feet in the middle of the brook and whimpered and sniffed, hot tears falling from her eyes, and stripped out of her dress. She shivered against the cold morning and ran down the creek in nothing but her slip and corset, slipping over mossy rocks and stumbling as she dragged her wrist across her eyes to see a little clearer. Her foot slipped over a slimy rock and she fell into the brook on her hands and knees. Her slim shoulders shook with sobs and the ends of her blonde hair drifted with the flow of the brook. Her tresses were a mess, wet and tangled with knots and twigs. Scratches marked her face and hands, a bruise just beginning to form colored her forehead from above her right eyebrow to her hairline, and her body trembled from the deep cold of the tundra's morning and the chill of water.

What had happened? Why was she cuddled around that hideous woman! Why were there beasts stalked around her! Glaring, seething, drooling, licking their chops and cackling. She trembled and sniffed loudly at the remembrance of the deer. The Princess bowed her head and pressed her forehead into the cold, wet palms of her hands, allowing the squawking of the birds startled out of their nests to quiet in the back of her mind. 'The witch was right,' she thought dreadfully, 'it's awful out here...' Th blonde's teeth sank into her lower lip and her long fingers threaded into her hair with a painful tug, hands shaking, as she remembered the stolen kiss. “Dirty... rotten... filthy--” Annalise gave a heart-wrenching gasp into her wrists, forearms covering her face, and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't believe she actually thought that... that... that that woman and her were betrothed! That she was excited to be free! Excited for her first kiss! The blonde's shoulders shook more and her mind blanked on her surroundings; she no longer felt the cold water of the brook snaking around her slight form, numbing her limbs; she no longer heard the squawks of the birds or the flaps of their wings; she no longer heard the gurgle of the creek or the whistle of the wind through the dead branches of the trees; and didn't hear the crunch of snow under a number of large paws or the sloppy licks of wet tongues over heavily furred lips.

A guttural roar of a bear in the distance to the west made the Princess gasp and she twisted around. A scream stuck in her throat. Deep gold eyes bored into green and the wolf raised his hackles, a snarl baring his fanged teeth as his pack of eight circled tightly around the huddled Princess. The wolves were thin and mangy, the long winter hadn't been kind to them; they would kill and eat anything if starved enough. The blonde screamed shrilly as the head wolf lunged at her and ripped at her forearm. “Annaise!”

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ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. sᴘᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʟɪɴᴇʀs. ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

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Annaise stopped at a small stone to find a torn piece of fabric. She kneeled down and took it into her hand. The princess had been this way. She righted herself to her full height and folded her arms glaring down the path. Her ears twitched and she let out a small sigh of irritation. "I know where you are, you may as well come out, Isaiah." A cloak that seemed to drip darkness like water fell from a tree, landing behind her. The owner of the obviously magical cloak was a sleek black panther. It stalked toward her before standing on its hind legs and transforming into a human. It was now a tall, dark-skinned male with piercing bright green eyes, claws, and dangerously pointed teeth. The fur and tail made a belt-like sash around the man's waist. He was shirtless with a leather strap around his chest, holding a longsword to his back. He had gray pants on and was barefoot. Every so often the tail would swish. The man grinned a smile full of sharp teeth as he stepped toward Annaise.

"Well, look who it is." His voice was deep, booming. When she was young it used to send unstoppable shivers down her spine. Annaise folded her arms over her chest. "What do you want, anyway?" The man named Isaiah just chuckled and came to a halt, standing eight feet away from her. "I'm chasing a little snack. The princess has an intoxicating smell to her, and you know how I love naive virgin souls such as hers for desert." Annaise's eyes widened. "Yes, that's right, your kiss didn't defile her bright spirit enough. Nowhere near. That was a good ploy, though. But, if you really wanted me to not eat her, you should have just ******** her and took her virginity for yourself. Or... didn't you want to?" Annaise thought of the young girl's naive, innocent face and her heart almost gave a flutter. "Oh come now, one cannot have reservations in your line of work, dear. Now stand aside." Annaise drew her sword and pointed it at the man. "No ********' way. She's my source of income, you aren't touching her." They flew at each other, Isaiah drawing his sword. The blade clashed, both magically imbued. A shockwave traveled throughout the forest, making the trees tremble and causing a loud ringing sound to fluctuate through the forest.



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