If You're Gonna Pull It, Know How To Use It (Edreina)

by **Razkar** on September 7th, 2013, 3:35 am

The dance continued, and thought it was to a slower beat, the music seemed stronger in the dancers. She rose from the dirt and her own shame with iron in her eyes; he was there to meet her with the skill and patience of a master of his art.

Razkar could not think of any other time he had been more proud of her.

Syna went to rest and Leth emerged to take his lover's pace, winking through the softly swaying trees above them. Onlookers from the caravan saw flashes of steel in the darkness like militant fireflies; mayhap they heard grunts and groans that could be mistaken for pleasure, but every one was earned by seat and pain.

The Myrian parried a thrust only to have her foot lash out, force him to sway out of her way.

He retaliated. She blocked. It pained her, sending a shudder down her arm but she buried the agony, pushed through it and made it her own at the same time, spinning away on tired feet to his unarmed side.

Over and over they twirled, dancing with fire in their eyes, and with every blow that connected, Razkar could feel his lover and apprentice growing a fraction stronger. Like a blade under the tender ministrations of a whetstone, a mite sharper with every stroke...

Until she swung out at him again, droplets of sweat arcing from her arm and her gladius met her, metal grinding and biting into the tough, polished wood-

-but she was learning, fist jabbing for his chest... weakly, though. Exhaustion was finally claiming her despite everything, like it would and could everyone. It was easy for Razkar to snap his hand down, grip around her wrist and stall it with a flexing of his own muscles.

They froze, a familiar annoyance rose in his-

-her foot lashed out between his legs, and Razkar was amazed to find he had to jerk his knee inwards to stop it knocking his balls in between his hips. The Svefra was off-balance for a moment, long enough for-

-him to twist her arms to the side and down, throwing her onto her back, letting go of his gladius to he could wrap his other hand around her the one gripping her gladius, straddling her... panting... sweat running from his torso and onto hers...

"Now... we are done."

He helped his student back to her feet and seemed lost in a long moment of study. Black eyes that reflected not the Leth-light nor her own stared at her, making her shuffle a little awkwardly. He could be so... primal, sometimes. Like a great predator or bird of prey, staring out at the world without any hint of compassion...

"Wait..."

Her eyes flashed at him. Deeper and bluer than he middle of the Suvan, far more beautiful. His hand was up, eyes a the trees... watching the clouds trail over the sky where Leth was shining. Then they flickered to the bright orange glares of the camped caravan, fire burning and reaches to the stars with flickering hands, shadows flitting before them as men wandered, ate, caroused and talked.

Her master waited... waited... until a fat tendril of dark cloud eclipsed the glowing Leth, blanketing the clearing in darkness-

Then she felt him move. Not saw, it was too dark for that. But she heard the creak of his very bones and smelled his husk and odor pressing onto her-

-his lips onto hers-

-a final victory or submission, she did not know. But there was an aching tenderness in the way his lips claimed hers, something restrained for long, frustrating days. Something... just as primal.

He was no longer master, nor even Razkar in that moment. He was just Raz, lost in the darkness same as her... bu the moment could not endure... the world turned, it always did, no matter what they or we would wish...

The clouds parted. Sweet, treacherous, merciless white flooded the clearing.

The masquerade slipped back into place, and the Myrian smiled.

"Time to rest, apprentice." He said, claiming both his weapon and the training substitute before gesturing gallantly for his female to lead the way. "Lesson is over for one night..."

by **Edreina** on September 7th, 2013, 5:24 pm

Of course, the fight ended predictably enough. What Edreina did not expect was, despite her bone-numbing exhaustion, the warmth that bloomed between her hips at the sight of her lover over her, their sweat mingling and making the places they touched ever so slick.

"Now... we are done."

She wanted to groan, but stood quietly, gritting her teeth for only an instant as her body protested. The hard earth no longer appeared to her a wholly uninviting bed. Just as she was about to ask what they would do next, the Svefra was captured by a predator's gaze. Times like this, Edreina forgot that either of them were more than animals, for she felt like a feeble doe pinned in place by the gaze of a great tiger, unable to move, to breath, to do more than wonder what would come next.

"Wait..."

That was one thing she had not considered. As commanded, she stilled, eyes flashing from him to their surroundings and then back. Had he heard something? Seen something?

And then, as Leth's somber gaze was concealed for an instant, their bodies and lips met with a shudder that surely shook the forest around them. So many days, though it felt like years, since they had been able to do this. Even then, Edreina felt her control waver. It was why they did not kiss when they lay down for the night, fearing that the tent's walls would keep the energy bounding between them close, unable to dissipate into open air. Her heart fluttered lightly as that tick wore on, or had it only just begun? Time was so muddled when your body was aware of every trembling breath, the movement of every one of his fingers across your skin, aching to go further, fighting that restraint.

Time started once more as Leth revealed himself, shining down upon the two lovers with what could only be described as amusement. He had long wondered how long these two would be able to control themselves... He turns his back for just a tick and what do they do? Exactly what he had expected.

"Time to rest, apprentice. Lesson is over for one night..."

Edreina nodded and, walking towards their tent, paused at one of the horse troughs filled by a reimancer of the caravan to wash off her hands, her arms, cupping the water and splashing it over her face, letting the little droplets create tracks down her lush chest before disappearing into the crevice between before she wiped them away. The last thing she did was rub a bit of the cool water over the back of her neck, sighing gently. Being dirty was one thing she would never grow accustomed to, so these little moments where she was able to at least feel water running over her skin were moments of intimate comfort few others could understand.

The moment she stooped to enter their tent, the Svefra knelt on her bedroll and pulled Razkar's up next to it. For a tick or two the redhead remained there, hands on the end of her braid, eyes quieted by exhaustion so that they were still pools of blue and green and yellow, reduced to a monotone by the wan light of Leth filtering through the canopy and canvas above. It turned her skin a pale white, making her freckles appear all the more vivid; her hair was a muted, darker red than ever it would be beneath Syna's glorious rays.

When Razkar joined her, she lay quietly on her side, so that she would be able to face him, to tangle her long, slim fingers with his as they lay together. But he remained at the entrance flap for a tick, prompting Edreina to whisper in a voice so soft it could well have been the wind, "Come lay with me..." and then, in a Fratavan sigh, she continued with words she refused to teach him, "My love..." He obviously knew it to be a term of endearment, but the depth was something beyond him.

Whether alone or with him beside her, Edreina felt her eyes begin to fall, Nysel beckoning ever so softly. That night, she would dream not of blood nor death nor the hulking man that had nearly brought about her end. Instead, she would dream of the Suvan, open before her and calling to her with its sweet song. But, behind her on the shore would be Razkar, waiting without a word, black eyes questioning, wondering, worrying. And when she woke, Edreina would not know which type of dream she feared more.

by **Radiant** on October 15th, 2013, 3:12 pm

Razkar :

Edreina :

Notes :

My radiance is not bright enough?

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, beam me a PM and we can work it out.

by **Radiant** on March 18th, 2014, 2:53 pm

I should have done this a long time ago, but Accolade said he'll deal with it, with his retirement, it fell to me now.

Razkar, Edreina, I'm revoking your grades on this thread because this thread contains NPCs (Moretta) that you control extensively yet you have no permission from Accolade to do so. I checked your SS threads and I can't find no mention of Moretta anywhere. Accolade actually contacted me on why did you (Raz) have a whole array of NPCs without his consent. I can show you the PM if you'd like.

Please deduct your XPs and lores regarding this thread, I kept the grade up there so you can see what I awarded. I'm sorry, but it must be done, it should be done months ago, but Acco never get to it.

This is a duo intervention, along with the "IFrom One Who Knows (Edreina)".

P.S: Accolade said non-modded threads are the ones that need this, so your modded threads with me are fine.

Skill	XP Earned
Leadership	+1 XP
Teaching	+1 XP

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+1 XP
Weapon: Gladius	+4 XP
Brawling	+1 XP
Endurance	+2 XP

Completed If You're Gonna Pull It, Know How To Use It (Edreina)