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Pain Without Love

Postby Allister on June 11th, 2018, 2:45 am

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45th of Summer 518 AV


Allister stood in the back of the cargo hold by himself. He studied the layout and realized that some things would have to be moved in order for this whole scenario to work. With his quarterstaff in hand, the kelvic walked towards a crate but stopped well out of arm’s reach. He studied the distance then lifted the weapon and extended it out like it was part of his arm. The former slave watched as half of the weapon overlapped the wooden box so he took two steps back and evaluated the distance one more time. This was much more acceptable.

The hyena had grown angry as of late. He could feel it festering from somewhere in the bond. Madeira had been shutting him out as thoughts rained down on her that he could not understand nor would she let him. Something had changed and Allister was not so dim as to think this was just about Ssanya. The little dhani was dear to his mistress but the level of disconnect had risen to heights that the kelvic would have previously thought unimaginable. He turned and allowed the weapon to follow him as he drew it up with both hands. The novice grasped the smooth wood as he had been shown by Urahli with some distance both inside and outside of his fists. He squared his stance and took in a deep breath to collect his memories of what to do next.

In a flurry of pale skin and shadows, Allister spun on his booted heel while his arms rose up above his head and came together in the middle. One fist remained firm while the other slipped along the quarterstaff until the kelvic brandished the thing like a sword and then brought it down in a great arc like an executioner. The resounding crack filled the hull with its dry shout; a sound that made the former slave wince as it scratched at much older wounds. The sensation left in his hands felt like a swarm of bees had decided to buzz under his skin. It hurt but in a way that was almost pleasant. The shock awakened the heavy feeling in Allister’s arms that was no doubt fatigue from spending his nights in the riggings of the ship.
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Postby Allister on June 11th, 2018, 3:06 am

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Allister grumbled for a moment. He fished through his bond for something to latch on to- any crumb that Madeira might have left unguarded but there was none to be had. The woman had shut him off and it angered the hyena to the point where he felt sick. He was not mad at her. The kelvic could never be mad at his mistress but that rage was easily deflected at the people he had seen in her life who didn’t appreciate her and the other circumstances that affected them both. In a huff, the pale man dropped his weapon to the ground and made a beeline for the crate. His legs churned and his hands planted firmly on the top corners that faced him.

The unit was heavy but it tipped just a little under the initial burst of energy forced upon the container. Allister bent his arms and lowered his waist as he stretched his body out to push against the object. He walked in place as his thin legs tried to grip and budge the load that his arms held. Muscles burned and ached within ticks from trying to move something that weighs four times as much as the Alvad. With one last attempt, Allister coiled down into a squat and locked his palms against the rough edges of the corners then tried to straighten himself at an angle against the crate. The bottom edge rose up several inches before the wood slipped from the kelvic’s hands and slammed down flat with a deep thud.

“Pathetic.” A voice from somewhere behind spoke. It was clear of tone and masculine but unrefined. The beady eyes twisted around as the tattooed man swirled within a mess of purple leather for the source. The hold was dark and damp and the supplies mixed with the constant presence of the salty sea rendered ALlister’s hyper sense of smell almost Useless. When the shadow emerged, it took the kelvic a moment to identify him.

Allister’s black stare never left the sailor who continued to stalk forward at a slow pace. He never broke the line of sight even as he knelt down and retrieved his weapon. In a childish show of force, the hyena moved his hands to the middle of the staff and twirled it around once before catching it again. It was a simple trick and one that Allister even managed to make look awkward since he did it in such a slow turn. The intimidation factor was certainly lost but it made the hyena a bit more comfortable with the quarterstaff every time he moved it.
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Postby Allister on June 11th, 2018, 3:20 am

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“Is that supposed to scare me, fiend?” The voice called again. This time, the light let in from the small windows and the gaps in the ceiling danced over a pair of brown eyes and a youthful face. Allister bristled slightly.

“I was just getting it ready so you could sit on it, eh?” Allister cooed back with a very sincere tone. The insult was something he had been learning from the crew. Apparently, weaker, younger or more effeminate sailors were sometimes used as sexual fodder for sailors on long voyages such as the one currently underway. The wide grin on the pale face was easily seen as was the scowl that returned it.

“Petch off, freak!” The sailor barked, his voice riding higher than before. “I’ll shove that thing up your arse!” Now that the two figures were in striking distance, the forward charge had been converted into a slow circling of the leather-clad passenger. Allister watched everything with anxious eyes but maintained a calm face. He pretended like none of this bothered him despite the racing of his heart and the heat rising in his chest.

“You don’t deserve her.” Allister spoke calmly. His hands shifted the quarterstaff into a ready position, his standard grip, then lowered his waist by bending his knees and moving his feet into a wider stance. Almost equal in height to the sailor before, now he appeared to be shorter. For some strange reason, this incited more arrogance and stupidity from the youth.

“She will be mine!” The sailor sprung at the kelvic in a flash of speed. Allister reacted with a wild swing of the left side aimed at the man’s head but he merely ducked underneath and buried his shoudler into the hyena’s gut. Both men crashed to the floor with Allister taking the brunt of the impact and sending a whoosh of air out from his lungs. He fought the staff between their bodies and pushed up using all of the strength in his arms. His muscles flared and gained some success since the man’s arms were wrapped around the hyena’s thin waist. The pole laid across the sailor’s throat and Allister’s push-up provided enough oompf to create some separation between them. The sailor released his opponent and grabbed the staff outside of Allister’s hands then pushed down which raised him up further to relieve the pressure against his throat.
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Postby Allister on June 11th, 2018, 3:34 am

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Allister now had room to work. He brought his knees up towards his stomach and curled himself inward until he had his boots close to the sailor’s waist. The man was pushing down against him and, with his greater size and strength, was winning. The thin, sinewy arms of the kelvic shook as they drained themselves to keep the man from using his own weapon to crush him. It was in this moment when a flashback to the giant blue akalak filled Allister’s mind.

With a grin, the pale face stared up with a renewed fire at the brown-eyes young man who sought to end the kelvic’s life. This sudden joy made an impact and caused the sailor to react with a puzzled expression. This shift in thought was all the window Allister needed. He crossed his arms one over the other which flipped the shaft end to end. This twist made the sailor let go and gave the hyena just enough space to get his feet between them. Allister kicked up and out and landed both boots square in the gut of his attacker. The result sent him flying backwards into a crate and then onto the ground in a half roll.

Allister quickly got to his feet and wasted no time in charging ahead. He drew his staff up with a mind to strike it down like a spear against the back of the felled man’s skull but he never got the chance. A sly sideways kick hit him in the shin and toppled him over the sailor and into a second crate with a crash. This wooden box was not so sturdy and the nails holding the lid gave out. The lid scooted off and slammed onto the floor revealing four large vases of wine or oil which Allister based upon the smell.

When he turned around, the sailor was up and had drawn a dagger. “She’s too good for you!” The man spat, his shoulders heaved with heavy breaths as he began to circle once more like a shark who has smelled blood in the water.

The hyena burned deep down in his soul at the comment. He was angered because he knew it was true but he plastered a smile on his face all the same. Allister would never deny Madeira her standing and rightfully so. She was educated, beautiful, strong-willed and ambitious. A high born woman deserved a man of greatness to stand beside her but the spiritist was different. She didn’t need anyone beside her. Allister followed her. He did what needed to be done so she could succeed and he was starting to see that these things might not necessarily be what she wanted. It was in that moment that he realized what had to happen here.
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Postby Allister on June 11th, 2018, 3:55 am

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The sailor grew more upset. “Stop smiling, fool!” He made a lunge at the kelvic but a short weapon versus a long one left him wide open. Allister was able to see the two steps needed to close the gap and he reacted by taking a quick step to the side. He pivoted off of this foot directly at his attacker. Rather than tackle the man or punch him, he allowed his hand to slide on the shaft much as he had down earlier only this time it was a horizontal swing. The quarterstaff covered the space of an arc in a blink and came down against the sailor’s exposed side with a solid crack.

It wasn’t enough to kill the man nor to break anything but it did upset his balance. The charge veered off away from the kelvic and sent the man sprawling to his hands and knees. Allister grinned now in sheer delight of the lust he felt for this sailor’s blood. He leapt after his opponent with a massive two-footed jump that made his legs hurt. In mid air, he brought the weapon above his head like an axe and timed his arms to fall as the kelvic’s body descended. The pole connected with the back of the sailor almost at the exact instant when Allister’s boots landed on the deck. The blow was strong and it felt good as it reverberated back up the shaft to the pale hands of the kelvic.

The sailor was trying to get up but was flattened by the impact. Allister stood over him now and rained blow after blow against the thick muscles and tanned skin. He focused on the man’s back for a time until he heard a few ribs crack then he aimed for the limbs. The hyena lifted his staff over and over again and each time he forced his muscles to pull the weapon down against his foe. Every satisfying pop, crack and thud filled the hyena with a sense of power he’d not encountered before. After a solid two chimes of tenderizing the sailor, Allister tossed the weapon aside and knelt over the man. He placed a boot on either side then sat upon the beaten back. The man groaned which the kelvic took as a great sign that he was still alive.

“You’re not entirely wrong, you know.” The soft coo of the kelvic was patronizing in his tone as he leaned down to get closer to the ear of the young man. “She is far above both of us- and every man aboard this ship and in any city I’ve ever lived.” Pale fingers slid along his opponent’s scalp and dug in to hold the sweaty locks of hair. Allister pressed the man’s face down against the deck and lifted his other hand back in a drawn fist. “You were wrong though...she will never be yours.” To emphasize the word, the kelvic slammed his fist into the back of the man’s head with enough force to knock him unconscious. The stationary and heavy wood of the ship’s deck served as an anvil to ensure the sailor’s slumber.
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Postby Allister on June 13th, 2018, 9:11 pm

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Allister sat astride his new friend and looked around the hold. The fire in his belly told him to kill this man. The pain in his heart screamed the same thing. The hyena had become jealous of the sailor boy and all the time Madeira had paid to him. In order to help ease the transition with the spiritist and her crew of misfits, the kelvice on their travels to Riverfall as a way to secure a place on the ship’s crew for the duration of the voyage. It had bought them all some good will but being fresh to the seas, it had landed the novice sailor on the night’s watch. This shift in schedules had put him opposite his beloved bond mate. The time spent apart overlapped here and there but it was mostly elsewhere. When on shift, some of the other sailors would tease him about being the thrall of a witch. In recent days, the talk had shifted to ‘the witch’ having snagged a new beau- namely the young lad flattened on the deck, Daniel.

One can’t just go about killing people. Allister was not overly bright but he knew that slaughtering a rival on a ship bound for long days at sea was not going to be something he could just do. Black eyes looked and looked and looked around for ideas. His brain hurt from the process of thinking. If Daniel was the reason Madeira had been shutting him out then he had to go. The kelvic sighed. Normally, his lady did all of the thinking and that’s the way the former slave preferred it to go. Still- she couldn’t do everything. As smart and great as she was, Madeira obviously couldn’t see that this clown was going to hurt her somehow. Allister wasn’t sure what all took place or what it would look like but he knew that the rough and tumble young man was trouble. Like any good protector, this was a call the hyena had to make for the both of them. Daniel, the sailor boy, had to die.

The ideas weren’t exactly flowing like a river but the shady outline of a plan suddenly dawned upon the hyena. He stared at the pile of crates next to them. The captain ahd explained that Allister could train down here because these were to be sold once they got to Lhavit which is where they were headed. The hyena started to get excited as a chill crept up his spine. The tingling gave him such an itch that he shivered again but didn’t want to scratch it just yet. More ideas started to flow. People could be made smaller with the right tool. Not too far from where the two men were at was the dagger that belonged to the sailor. A few feet in the other direction was a crate filled with large jars.

“If I can empty some of that stuff from the jars and get this guy,” Allister raised his fist again, fingers still curled through the sailor’s hair. As he put more pieces of the puzzle together in his mind, the kelvic brought his fist down against the back of the young lad’s head once more with a heavy thud. “Tucked away… I can push the crates around and no one will ever know he’s there!” Allister got up quickly with yet another shiver and bent around in an awkward twist until he could scratch the itch that had been pestering him for a while. The look of satisfaction on his face was only the beginning. He couldn’t wait to put his plan into motion.
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Postby Allister on July 6th, 2018, 1:39 am

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Allister worked hard - perhaps harder than he ever had before. His body was tired from a long day of work and yet he felt this strange sensation float around his limbs like he was only halfway attached to his astral form. He carefully removed the four large jars and set them aside. The next thing he did was move the crate and a few others out of the way. He had to drain some of the contents but he also needed a place in the center of the storage pile to reduce the size of dearest Daniel. Once he was sure he had what he needed, he drug the heavy body across the wood and stretched him out. His eyes gauged the size of the jars and how small the pieces would have to be in order to fit. The black eyes went wide- this was going to take a while.

Allister ran over and took the man’s own knife as well as his quarterstaff then set to work. The kelvic was surprised by how easy it was to slice through flesh. Blood soaked into the boards beneath him as well as pooled around his feet and legs as he was one his knees. The warm, sticky substance caked his fingers and made blobs within his palms. Not knowing any better, the former slave started cutting on the man’s shoulder but the sailor was still alive. Daniel’s unconscious state was overcome by being sliced open and he awoke with a start. He screamed and his uninjured arm shot up at the shadowy figure above him. The strong hand gripped Allister’s neck but sweat and splattered blood made his skin slick. With a hard jerk backwards, the pale man slipped the choke though Daniel caught him by the fetish that Madeira had made from his shark tooth.

Allister reached aside and took his quarterstaff in both hands. He snapped it down quickly upon the man’s exposed throat and leaned into the weapon. His arms and back ached as he drove down with not only his weight but the whole of his strength that he possessed. For several chimes, the strong lad fought the ghastly kelvic in so much as he simply would not die. As the squirming and kicking slowed to mere twitches, the hyena grinned and felt a renewed energy course into his bones. This made him push down harder as the audible gasps and dry hacking of the suffocating sailor whispered their way to his ears. Daniel was staring at the black eyes and then shifting to the shark tooth. The broken wave of realization that his gift had been given to another man seemed to be the final nail in this young man’s coffin. Allister leaned closer until he was almost touching the purple face. “She is mine, boy. I tried to tell you that before all of this.” As Daniel gasped his last, the pale chapped lips of Allister pressed to the sweaty forehead of his fallen opponent. “Goodnight, sailor.”

Allister relinquished his hold on the man’s neck and tossed his staff aside. He took several chimes to just lay near the dead and partially mutilated body to regain his composure and calm his heart. Once that was eased, he got back up on his knees, now a mess of blood and sweat, and went back to delimbing the man. When the dagger was not enough and the hyena’s strength could not prevail, he took hold of the staff and held it short then used it as a hammer against the flat part of the blade. This turned out to be highly effective at separating joints and the cartilage that held them together. After trying in several places, the hyena learned that he simply was not strong enough to cut through whole bone.

This process went on for quite some time and the hyena had made good headway. He had broken down both arms and legs into two pieces plus hands and feet which all fit into two jars. His practice swabbing decks gave him the presence of mind to use the oils as a way to dilute and mask the blood which covered the little pocket he had created amidst the haul. He had two jars left and two very big problems. Daniel’s fat head wouldn’t fit into the jars and neither would his thick torso. He wished Madeira was here and he silently reached through the bond for her but found only a wall. It angered him. Rage bubbled inside the calm man with the mind of a child. He had no idea what to do with this situation and turned to find his staff. His black eyes went wide as he debated just smacking the remains until there was nothing left when something caught his eye. Off in the far corner was a medium sized crate with no lid that appeared to be empty. He got an idea and his face broke into a grin to match the ink on his belly. “Oh, Danny boy…”
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Postby Allister on August 19th, 2018, 1:01 am

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Allister picked up the crate and carted it over to where the two pieces of the sailor remained. Everything else had been stashed in jars of perfume, the excess spilled upon the blood soaked wood and the two body parts which did not fit. The kelvic figured that there was enough of the strong smelling stuff to mask the smell for quite some time but he wasn’t sure. All he did know was that there was bound to be trouble if he didn’t do a good job cleaning this mess.

The black eyes were about to start the next stage when he noticed an old metal tin down in the crate. It was the size of a child’s ball or a fist so he picked it up then opened the ornate but tarnished lid. Inside was the most wondrous thing- a fresh muffin of apples and spice! Allister devoured the pastry without question and tucked the tin into his pants. He’d clean it up later and give it to his beloved. It didn’t matter that she had shut him out. He still pined for her emotions and attention. The emptiness of the bond had left the former slave frayed at the seams but he did his best to hold it together. He was not so ignorant to realize that his actions affected her as well. Beautiful Madeira- his mind wandered to how she had changed in Riverfall and how their mutual maturity had pushed things into his mind that he did not understand but fully welcomed and oft revisited. The kelvic sighed. He had work to do and those dark-rimmed blue eyes would have to wait.

The pale hands set the torso and head into the crate and noticed they were still leaking. He frowned. This would be an issue. He searched the hold of something of use and found a pile of wrapped objects that smelled of the outdoors and of nature. A quick peek under the canvas revealed all sorts of expedition equipment including tarps. One was all that was needed and Allister took it then lined the small crated with it, added the head and ribcage then used the rest of the tarp to wrap everything up. The perfume was so strong it was starting to make him light headed so he moved over to the small porthole for some air.

Several chimes passed and the hyena went right back to work. He finished resealing the crate of perfume jars -now stuffed with limbs, hands and feet. HIs next task was to push everything back into a pile as it had been. His back strained and his muscles worked tirelessly despite the exertion. He was sore. He was tired but he forced the sinewy straps which held his bones together to flex and strain even more until all had been made well.

The perfume odor was strong so the kelvic opened all of the portholes in the hold. The only thing left was to deal with the crate that held the other pieces of Daniel now wrapped in a tarp. It smelled like jasmine and lavender now but in a few weeks it would smell like the rotten meat version of those things and he couldn’t have it coming back to him. He took the sailor’s knife and put it in his belt then grabbed the crate as well as his staff and left the hold. On the other side of the door was a narrow hallway with a ladder going down to the bilge, steps going up to the sleeping quarters and a narrow passage to the quartermaster’s cabin. The cruel quartermaster was a thorn in Allister’s side and as he looked to the things in his possession, he knew he had only one course of action.

The hyena hid the staff and crate behind the steps then took the dagger and crept along to the cabin of his superior. He tested to see if the man was inside by coughing right outside the door then slipping back against the wall into the shadows. Nothing. Several chimes later he did it again. Nothing. Allister opened the door and disappeared inside. He hide the dagger of the murdered man under the quartermaster’s bed mat then slunk back out without making hardly any noise. He wasn’t very good at not being seen but several years of forced servitude teach one how to walk softly.

Now that the weapon had been planted, he shook the crate to make a few drops of blood slosh out from the bottom. It was not alot- but some then he let it drip a few more near the hole which led into the bilge. The hyena carried the remains down into the bowels of the sip and stashed it in a dark corner near the stern. Proud of himself, he rushed back up, gathered his staff and went to his small room for a good day’s rest before his next shift. As his heart raced and pounded, his muscles cried for gratitude of the relief. The only thing he couldn’t quiet was his mind as he endlessly tested the vacancy of the bond. He needed Madeira and she wasn’t there. With tears running down his cheeks, he fell asleep in the small bunk they shared separately. Allister in the day, Madeira at night. Her smell was soaked into the pillow and it was all the kelvic needed to find peace despite his torment. “Someday, I’ll be worthy and you’ll love me.” He mumbled. “Today was a good start.”
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Postby Azmere on August 19th, 2018, 1:04 am

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Preparation: Setting up a training space
Weapon-Quarterstaff: Hand positioning for power and speed
Allister: Angry when Madeira is distant
Bodybuilding: Full body exercises
Endurance: Holding a weapon through a shock
Rhetoric: Using insults to distract an opponent
Rhetoric: Repeating someone to aggravate an already angry person
Allister: No borders when it comes to protecting Madeira
Allister: Jealous of Daniel
Logic: You can't just kill people
Planning: How to get away with murder
Bodybuilding: Lifting the weight of an opponent Unarmed Combat: Hold the hair, punch the head
Acting: Using humor to hide anxiety
Bodybuilding: Moving heavy crates
Allister: mouthy and quick-witted
Endurance: Working hard after working a shift
Weapon-Quarterstaff: A twirl can be more than just for show
Weapon-Dagger: Cutting up a body into pieces
Weapon-Quarterstaff: A good weapon for leverage
Weapon-Quarterstaff: Choking the life from someone
Insults: The advantages of immasculating someone
Escape Artist: Slipping a choke
Endurance: Fighting a stronger opponent takes a lot out of you
Allister: Murderer
Unarmed Combat: Kicking a vulnerable opponent while their focus is elsewhere
Planning: Making a cover up
Acrobatics: Dodging an opponent's charge
Organization: accoutning for multiple pieces of an operation
Allister: Gets under people's skin
Madeira: Too good for a sailor, too good for Allister
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