Day 28th of Spring, 514 A.V
It had been nearly two weeks since a bond was established between Reven and Vanator. Words could not express how different she felt after the event and knew she was not the only one experiencing the emotional changes. Bonding was completely different then what she'd thought and praised Syna that it was not as she expected. The dark abyss she'd thought consumed her heart was ripped away and replaced with something much lighter, warmer, and complete. The Kelvic felt whole and every waking moment she spent with the Drykas was one she cherished, thanking him silently for the feelings he caused.
Her routine had changed as well. Early, at the first light of morning, she would rouse awake to begin her chores for the day. Normally the woman was caught in bed till the mid-morning hours but, strangely enough, she was stirring before then. Sometimes, if she woke soon enough, Reven would silently watch her bondmate sleep. It was something that brought her comfort, knowing he was within reach, knowing that he was safe, knowing that he was there...
A lot had changed in her personality as well. Reven was becoming vocal about her thoughts, however, gave time to consider them. She was turning her appearance around, concerning herself with how she looked and made sure to dressed better than how she presented herself in the past. Above all of this, the Kelvic found new confidence and strength in her demeanor and showed it proudly. Being with an Ankal, elegance and etiquette was expected of her and Reven wanted to show she could handle it. Not because she didn't want to disappoint Vanator or Kavala, even though this concern weighed on her mind at times, but she hoped that it would demonstrate to the Ankal she could be more than a bond mate and friend to him.
This morning, Reven was out of the fur covered bed and dressed in warm, fur-lined boots, dark brown, soft leather pants, and a leather, button up jacket she had made with the help of her Akalak friend, Karlak. It was also fur-lined and clung snugly to her form, looking every bit like the huntress she was. This time, she kept her hair down and brushed it so the tresses framed pleasantly around her face. With some hesitation, she decided to paint her eyelids with a bit of dark brown eyeshadow, wanting her predator-hazel eyes to pop out. Not caring to hide what she was any longer, Reven didn't mind the beauty fix and soon, was making her way up from the Within and out onto the Kabrin Road.
Syna's light was slowly making its way over the horizon when the Kevlic began her journey to Riverfall. Normally the walk was quiet and uneventful with few concerns to be met but today was an exception. Not even a bell had past when Reven saw the flailing limbs of a fight as it appeared three men were brawling out their troubles. The Kelvic wanted to ignore the scene but felt the need to intervene with intent on stopping the men from blooding each other up. Cautiously, she approached, however, peering closely at the sight of the three, the Lioness noticed the two large men were trying to beat down and tie up the other, smaller man. The young man was thrashing with an angry yet fearful expression, one Reven knew all too well. She had glanced upon that same expression before shredding her prey. Was this happening here?
It appeared the young man noticed her first and, with rope tied around his mouth, tried to call out to her, or warn her. Reven couldn't figure out which but she was sure this situation would not end well... Feeling for her knife, the Lioness cursed inwardly upon realizing she didn't have it. Unarmed and out on the road? How stupid could she be! Hazel eyes inspected both men, their frame and their arms size, and had the instinct to back off. Reven was out numbered, there was no way she could help the poor fellow!
'I'm going to regret this. I know I'm going to petching regret this...'
The two larger men were hoisting the smaller one onto his feet, tying his hands and pushing him forward, toward the grasslands. What were they doing? Were they going to kill the man? "Hey!" Reven called out, squaring her shoulders as three sets of eyes turn toward her. "What are you doing with that man?"
An arrogant grin settle on the features of the taller man, his hair black and skin tanned but his eyes where crystal blue and reflected a kind of evil that made Reven's stomach drop. "Wot do we 'ave 'ere, a li'l lass come t' save tha day? Hahah! Would yah 'ave a look at tha', Bren!" The second man held onto the third and glared with hateful eyes toward the first. Curious of such an expression, Reven tilted her head and furrowed her brow.
"Did you not hear the common coming from my mouth? What are you doing with that man? Doesn't look like you're having a friendly get together."
"C'mon Fyn, we got 'em. Let's just go..." Bren reasoned. The way he spoke was different from the other gentleman's accent, he looked thinner and the clothes he wore were nearly rags. Who were these men? "Not until we figger out whut t'do about 'er. I say we bring 'er back with 'em." Fyn took a step closer.
"Move and I promise you..." The woman breathed, her voice steady. "... you will regret you did..."
His smile widened as his foot fell closer to her, the intent to take her flashing in his eyes. Deep down, the Kelvic was nervous. Some time had past since she had a confrontation with another person and scrambled to recall the lessons Mos'rila taught her so long ago. Preparing her stance quickly, the man was upon her in a matter of moments and stretched his arm out to grab her by the hair. Grounding herself, Reven brought her left hand up to grasp his wrist, leaning forward into him, before shifting herself so that his momentum would help her lift him off the ground and lay him on his back. Struggling slightly, due to his weight, the woman yanked him off his feet with a loud yell and slammed him into the solid earth. Reven bared her teeth at him, moving in to strangle him while she could.
Ticks later, the Kelvic regretted her choice of action for her arms were suddenly pinned behind her back and she was lifted off man painfully. "Get off your back you petching fool!" The man, Bren, swore.
"Eerh! Let me go!" Reven thrash against the man, her heart beating wildly in her chest as fear ran like cold ice through her veins. She couldn't give up, not yet— Reven couldn't let them take her. Once her attacker stood, he grumbled out swears of all sorts, in many languages Reven couldn't understand before promptly raising his hand and bringing it across her face in a hard slap. Effectively busting her lower lip open, Reven sucked up the blood and spat it back into Fyn's face. Enraged at this point, the Kelvic knew if she was released from the lock she was in, her claws and her teeth would tear the two men apart. Fyn appeared surprised that she continued to defy him even after being caught. This surprise turned irate as he came at her again.
She was prepared...
"Oh, would you knock it off!" Bren exclaimed but it was too late. Fyn's hand dug itself into her auburn tresses while the bottom of her boots found the center of his chest. With all the might she could muster, the Kelvic shoved both men back with her legs; one flying forward, onto the ground , and the other stumbling back before landing on his arse. Some of her hair had been ripped from her head but she ignored the pain. Reven shimmied free of the hold Bren had on her and scrambled over to the man that was tied up.
"You!" She glared down at him with wild, feral eyes as she yanked at the hemp around his mouth and untangled the rope around his feet. "Get out of—!" Reven was yanked back by her boot. Turning furious hazel eyes on Bren as he tried to tug her away, she pulled her leg back and planted it firmly in his face. Returning to the man, she was able to untie him from the bindings. "Go! Run! Get out of here!" Reven yelled at him, watching him scramble away with fearful eyes. He was on his feet after a tick, running as fast as he could. "Keep running! Find—" Someone had tackled her, or sat on her. All the Lioness knew was that the breath in her lungs suddenly disappeared and she was eating dirt.
"That petching WENCH!" One of them hollered. "That stupid, petching WENCH! I'LL KILL 'ER"
A low growl set in her throat as Reven slowly regained her ability to breathe. Bren had shoved her onto the ground and was starting to bind her wrist behind her back with rope. Her heart was pounding. 'No...'
"Calm down you pompous moron. Can't you tell what she is?" Bren sighed and shook his head, blood running down his nose. "She's worth more to us than that little shyke. C'mon, help me get her feet."
"No!" Reven kicked. "Urrgh! Two on one?! You call that a fair fight!" Came her hiss. "Embarrassed to have a woman kick the shyke out of you both! Let me up!" Her heart was pounding, fear bleeding into the bond as Reven reached out to her bondmate. She didn't know how he could help her or if he could find her, but in that moment, all she could think about was him.
It had been nearly two weeks since a bond was established between Reven and Vanator. Words could not express how different she felt after the event and knew she was not the only one experiencing the emotional changes. Bonding was completely different then what she'd thought and praised Syna that it was not as she expected. The dark abyss she'd thought consumed her heart was ripped away and replaced with something much lighter, warmer, and complete. The Kelvic felt whole and every waking moment she spent with the Drykas was one she cherished, thanking him silently for the feelings he caused.
Her routine had changed as well. Early, at the first light of morning, she would rouse awake to begin her chores for the day. Normally the woman was caught in bed till the mid-morning hours but, strangely enough, she was stirring before then. Sometimes, if she woke soon enough, Reven would silently watch her bondmate sleep. It was something that brought her comfort, knowing he was within reach, knowing that he was safe, knowing that he was there...
A lot had changed in her personality as well. Reven was becoming vocal about her thoughts, however, gave time to consider them. She was turning her appearance around, concerning herself with how she looked and made sure to dressed better than how she presented herself in the past. Above all of this, the Kelvic found new confidence and strength in her demeanor and showed it proudly. Being with an Ankal, elegance and etiquette was expected of her and Reven wanted to show she could handle it. Not because she didn't want to disappoint Vanator or Kavala, even though this concern weighed on her mind at times, but she hoped that it would demonstrate to the Ankal she could be more than a bond mate and friend to him.
This morning, Reven was out of the fur covered bed and dressed in warm, fur-lined boots, dark brown, soft leather pants, and a leather, button up jacket she had made with the help of her Akalak friend, Karlak. It was also fur-lined and clung snugly to her form, looking every bit like the huntress she was. This time, she kept her hair down and brushed it so the tresses framed pleasantly around her face. With some hesitation, she decided to paint her eyelids with a bit of dark brown eyeshadow, wanting her predator-hazel eyes to pop out. Not caring to hide what she was any longer, Reven didn't mind the beauty fix and soon, was making her way up from the Within and out onto the Kabrin Road.
Syna's light was slowly making its way over the horizon when the Kevlic began her journey to Riverfall. Normally the walk was quiet and uneventful with few concerns to be met but today was an exception. Not even a bell had past when Reven saw the flailing limbs of a fight as it appeared three men were brawling out their troubles. The Kelvic wanted to ignore the scene but felt the need to intervene with intent on stopping the men from blooding each other up. Cautiously, she approached, however, peering closely at the sight of the three, the Lioness noticed the two large men were trying to beat down and tie up the other, smaller man. The young man was thrashing with an angry yet fearful expression, one Reven knew all too well. She had glanced upon that same expression before shredding her prey. Was this happening here?
It appeared the young man noticed her first and, with rope tied around his mouth, tried to call out to her, or warn her. Reven couldn't figure out which but she was sure this situation would not end well... Feeling for her knife, the Lioness cursed inwardly upon realizing she didn't have it. Unarmed and out on the road? How stupid could she be! Hazel eyes inspected both men, their frame and their arms size, and had the instinct to back off. Reven was out numbered, there was no way she could help the poor fellow!
'I'm going to regret this. I know I'm going to petching regret this...'
The two larger men were hoisting the smaller one onto his feet, tying his hands and pushing him forward, toward the grasslands. What were they doing? Were they going to kill the man? "Hey!" Reven called out, squaring her shoulders as three sets of eyes turn toward her. "What are you doing with that man?"
An arrogant grin settle on the features of the taller man, his hair black and skin tanned but his eyes where crystal blue and reflected a kind of evil that made Reven's stomach drop. "Wot do we 'ave 'ere, a li'l lass come t' save tha day? Hahah! Would yah 'ave a look at tha', Bren!" The second man held onto the third and glared with hateful eyes toward the first. Curious of such an expression, Reven tilted her head and furrowed her brow.
"Did you not hear the common coming from my mouth? What are you doing with that man? Doesn't look like you're having a friendly get together."
"C'mon Fyn, we got 'em. Let's just go..." Bren reasoned. The way he spoke was different from the other gentleman's accent, he looked thinner and the clothes he wore were nearly rags. Who were these men? "Not until we figger out whut t'do about 'er. I say we bring 'er back with 'em." Fyn took a step closer.
"Move and I promise you..." The woman breathed, her voice steady. "... you will regret you did..."
His smile widened as his foot fell closer to her, the intent to take her flashing in his eyes. Deep down, the Kelvic was nervous. Some time had past since she had a confrontation with another person and scrambled to recall the lessons Mos'rila taught her so long ago. Preparing her stance quickly, the man was upon her in a matter of moments and stretched his arm out to grab her by the hair. Grounding herself, Reven brought her left hand up to grasp his wrist, leaning forward into him, before shifting herself so that his momentum would help her lift him off the ground and lay him on his back. Struggling slightly, due to his weight, the woman yanked him off his feet with a loud yell and slammed him into the solid earth. Reven bared her teeth at him, moving in to strangle him while she could.
Ticks later, the Kelvic regretted her choice of action for her arms were suddenly pinned behind her back and she was lifted off man painfully. "Get off your back you petching fool!" The man, Bren, swore.
"Eerh! Let me go!" Reven thrash against the man, her heart beating wildly in her chest as fear ran like cold ice through her veins. She couldn't give up, not yet— Reven couldn't let them take her. Once her attacker stood, he grumbled out swears of all sorts, in many languages Reven couldn't understand before promptly raising his hand and bringing it across her face in a hard slap. Effectively busting her lower lip open, Reven sucked up the blood and spat it back into Fyn's face. Enraged at this point, the Kelvic knew if she was released from the lock she was in, her claws and her teeth would tear the two men apart. Fyn appeared surprised that she continued to defy him even after being caught. This surprise turned irate as he came at her again.
She was prepared...
"Oh, would you knock it off!" Bren exclaimed but it was too late. Fyn's hand dug itself into her auburn tresses while the bottom of her boots found the center of his chest. With all the might she could muster, the Kelvic shoved both men back with her legs; one flying forward, onto the ground , and the other stumbling back before landing on his arse. Some of her hair had been ripped from her head but she ignored the pain. Reven shimmied free of the hold Bren had on her and scrambled over to the man that was tied up.
"You!" She glared down at him with wild, feral eyes as she yanked at the hemp around his mouth and untangled the rope around his feet. "Get out of—!" Reven was yanked back by her boot. Turning furious hazel eyes on Bren as he tried to tug her away, she pulled her leg back and planted it firmly in his face. Returning to the man, she was able to untie him from the bindings. "Go! Run! Get out of here!" Reven yelled at him, watching him scramble away with fearful eyes. He was on his feet after a tick, running as fast as he could. "Keep running! Find—" Someone had tackled her, or sat on her. All the Lioness knew was that the breath in her lungs suddenly disappeared and she was eating dirt.
"That petching WENCH!" One of them hollered. "That stupid, petching WENCH! I'LL KILL 'ER"
A low growl set in her throat as Reven slowly regained her ability to breathe. Bren had shoved her onto the ground and was starting to bind her wrist behind her back with rope. Her heart was pounding. 'No...'
"Calm down you pompous moron. Can't you tell what she is?" Bren sighed and shook his head, blood running down his nose. "She's worth more to us than that little shyke. C'mon, help me get her feet."
"No!" Reven kicked. "Urrgh! Two on one?! You call that a fair fight!" Came her hiss. "Embarrassed to have a woman kick the shyke out of you both! Let me up!" Her heart was pounding, fear bleeding into the bond as Reven reached out to her bondmate. She didn't know how he could help her or if he could find her, but in that moment, all she could think about was him.