The warlords and the jeweless boy [cw]

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Nyree

    Yellow to Tiger Eye
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The warlords and the jeweless boy [cw]
« on: February 22, 2020, 07:07:39 AM »

There was still tension between them. As much as they walked at ease, arm in arm, shorn curls leaning down to wild as they spoke, laughter chasing squirrels up the trees, the tension lingered. They spoke of it some times. Why she had gone. Why he'd been left behind. Blame and tears and hurt shared out between them.

The wound was lanced, and it wept. But the resentment lingered. Present in the long silences or subtle distances. Put aside for old time rambles through the woods. They no longer played at hide and seek. Nyree had proven she could cross realms without harm. And Mooki couldn't bring himself to chase what had so casually walked away.

They both knew he took his complicated feelings for Io out on Nyree. Twisting them into one and the same. Only his sister close enough to wring answers and revenge from. She couldn't tell him Io's story, however. And so the wound never fully healed.

Nyree regretted the change in their relationship. Regretted especially the hurt she had done, but she could not alter the past. And in many ways for many reasons, would not. She had found strength she did not know she possessed and an independence the people who loved would never have allowed. And she could not be sorry that it had been Enele who had drawn her back, and not her little brother.

So they walked together still. More now that the snow retreated. Nyree was tired of being cabin or wolf bound due to the cold. Tired of having to sneak about when she wanted a private moment with Enele. Honor shared the cabin with her, and the boys the barn. It left no place for her and her warlord prince to be lovers. Until Nyree grew so annoyed of quick meetings against trees and interrupted kisses that she'd run them all out of the house in a fit of shouting and locked them out. All except Enele. Him she'd locked in with her.

But that had been yesterday. Today her body was drowsy and content. Bruises hidden beneath her clothing, lassitude making her a quiet companion for a walk. Mooki didn't complain. Mind a thousand miles away, thinking of anything but what his sister and Enele got up to when they were alone. Smirking at the memory of Honor's red-faced blushing.

Both with minds elsewhere it was easy to surprise them. Men sure they were too far in the wilderness to need hiding. They were loading cargo from a boat to a cart. Ice having cleared enough for the river to be useful again. For a moment they all stared at each other in surprise. Nyree's fingers tightening slowly over Mooki's arm as he began to draw it away.

"Run." He hissed. There were four of them. Two on the dingy looking boat and two on the ground. Too many for him. And he was sure they'd all been wearing some manner of Jewel. Without hesitation, Nyree broke away from the arm she'd been clutching and ran back the way she'd come. Into the safety of the trees. Branches still mostly bare. Ground thick with decaying leaves and grass.

Mooki ran along side her. Yards separating them so that they made two targets instead of one. She could see him darting around trees and leaping over squat shrubs as she ran. Her cast was hidden as always. Maybe they would loose interest. Or not. She could hear them behind her. The two who hadn't been boat side. Less graceful than the siblings, but certainly not slow. Smugglers, probably. Men used to running from the law. Enele said they had a lot of them in Glacia.

Smugglers and laws.

Mooki took the wrong switchback, not as used to the land as Nyree was. Panting, she went after him. There was a clearing with a raw shelf on one side. Like someone had cut half the hill away with a giant blade. The men had split one. But slowly the foursome was drawn together again. Paths entwining. Bits of craft zapping trees and making half eaten leaves pop up from the ground.

And then it was a stand off. Nyree sent a frantic thread zipping off through the trees, desperate to snag anyone else. Just in case. But she thought she and Mooki could probably take them. They were just two. Her barriers too tightly sealed to guess their cast. But one wore a Rose, and the other something else, Jewel hidden by his jacket. Nyree called in a spear and threw it to her brother, quick to take her place behind his shoulder as he caught it.

There was heckling. Not from the sibling. Mooki was grim faced and Nyree tried to wear a mask of stoicism. As if they did battle in the woods all the time with smugglers. But she remembered the naked man in the woods. And what Enele had said about him. Did they have laws about that in Glacia too, she wondered, stomach cold.

The stand off turned to a fight. Nyree dodged. Mooki flashed shield after shield. Small and precise. For Nyree, for himself. They shattered quickly under blasts of craft but he was good at making them. The men tried to separate them. One trying to snatch Nyree, the other trying to stick Mooki with a knife. But the siblings had many years of games to train them for just such a moment.

They worked together silently. The men found themselves stumbling over each other as they were lured into crossing paths. Tempers rose. Nyree's concern deepened, though Mooki did not flag, and his expression remained the same. Remembering another trick, a newer one that she'd only used for play, Nyree set up little snares of craft. Binding ankles, or snagging arms.

It grew more heated. The zinc of blood staining the air. Mooki's spear had a longer reach than the hand blade, though it looked far less impressive. Opening a long gash on a fool who thought a Jewelless boy not worth raising a shield against. Things began to boil. Nyree could feel their tempers like bubbles bursting against her skin. The men stopped laughing, both of them turning their focus on her brother.

So fast Nyree couldn't follow it all. Time seemed to slow and rush all at once. Mooki buried his spear in a shoulder, the butt braced in his hip and driven upward, lifting the warlord off the ground as it sank in. Sliding all the way out the other side. Craft crackled. Not Nyree's snares, which sang as it plucked at the men. But something else she wasn't familiar with.

Something her brother's physical shields couldn't defend against. It opened an answering hole in his side. As if he'd been pierced by a phantom spear. Nyree screamed, watching as he doubled over and slumped back against the face of the hillside. His spear followed him, slipping out of the warlord because Mooki hadn't let go. He used it to keep on stabbing. To hold the distance between him and the men.

Or man. Just one as Nyree charged from the back. Foolishly forgotten while the men had closed ranks on weak prey. The other man stumbled as she hit him. Legs locking around his waist, arms around his chest and neck. Teeth sinking into his throat. The smell of her brother's blood like a frenzy in her own. Nyree couldn't think of what else to do but stop him.

He careened forward. And then back. Hands scrabbling at Nyree's arms. But she only held tighter. A lead weight wrapped tight around his body. Strong from climbing trees and wrestling Enele. Too strong to pry off. So he tried scraping her off against a tree. Smashing backward into it. Nyree grunted, back flashing pain down every nerve in her body. She clenched her jaw. Whistling a whimper through her nose as the second blow battered the back of her skull.

It opened the old scar there. A jagged line beneath her tangle of curls. Queen's blood spilling into the air. To ripe to mask. It hung thick and heavy over the clearing. Everything froze again. Surprise taking the smugglers for a second time. Or at least the one. Beneath her weight and the force of her teeth, the man was sinking. Hot blood filling her mouth and nose. She could taste his cast and Jewel. Taste him like a foulness in her soul.

Mooki took advantage, one last jab as he sank to the ground, pressing a hand into the hole at his side. Knees drawn up. His breathing shallow, eyes glassy as he watched Nyree drive the other warlord to the ground. The man slumped and practically fell onto her. Rictus and terror turning his face into a frozen grimace.

The other warlord was screaming. He'd tried to run. But Nyree was watching. Her rage was wrath. Tiger Eye snaring at him, but physically and mentally. She wrapped Mooki in a physic shield. Just like she'd learned to make for herself. And then she unleashed all the violence of her nightmares on the fucker who'd killed her brother. Screaming as she dropped the dead man in her arms and charged after the fleeing man.

He ran. Screaming all the way. Falling again and again as he struggled to get away. Nyree didn't follow him into the trees. Heaving she went back to Mooki. Leaning her considerable weight against the open hole in his side. She sat on his thighs and left bloody kisses on his forehead. "Don't you dare die." She commanded, squeezing him tight. "Don't you fucking dare." Where was everyone?! They had two damn healers in their camp and her brother was dying!

"Enele!" Nyree screamed, voice cracking. Sobbing, she bent over and pressed her head into Mooki's shoulder. "Enele's coming. He'll fix everything." She promised.

Enele

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Re: The warlords and the jeweless boy
« Reply #1 on: February 22, 2020, 12:12:12 PM »

Weight resting on one foot Enele leaned against the outer wall of the barn. Sunshine poured through the treetops casting a dabbled shadow on his downturned face. Focus politely diverted from the not-quite-absence of his nephew and the girl he shadowed. They were amusing in the way of youngsters straining against the tight boundaries of friendship. He knew the look Tama wore well, having worn it for many decades himself. The bonds of his friendship with Nyree had gone from shackles to foreplay, thankfully, and he didn’t doubt these two would figure things out eventually. Even if he hadn’t spoken more than a few sentences to the shy healer-child. He just knew that Tama was the good, steady, safe sort of boy that attracted affection.

Enele was more the sort that had to bully his way into it. Not that Nyree minded, or had ever. She could be a little bully herself. A flicker of a grin turned up one corner of his mouth as he thought of her pushing their visitors out to drag him into the cabin alone. Quite the bully. He wore the bruises to prove it.

Their fucking had done nothing to heal the space that had formed between her and her brother however. The two of them had spent some time patching things up, he knew. He had gotten to pet her when the conversations had turned to arguments, and had been pet in turn when she was pleased by the outcome. Whatever peace they had found was tentative he suspected, since today she was gone off to make up for running him off the day before. While Enele was jealous, and petty enough to gripe, he didn’t pick a fight over what his queenling needed to stay happy. They went. He stayed. Filling the time with a whittling project of the pratical sort. Roof tiles shaped out of carefully dried and preserved bark sheets. To top the big house he had felled the framework for but not yet started building.

He was content, and it showed in his quietude. Peaceful brow, bright blue eyes covert in their paternal spying on the pups. Probes in his pocket instead of following Nyree’s every step. And he wasn’t sure at first why that changed. The muscles in his neck twitching until he felt aggitated enough to push away from the wall. The tile he was half finished vanished into his cabinet. Something felt off. Wrong. Unsettled. A something that his nose couldn’t detect even if his pulse quickened and his temper spiked. ”Do you feel that?” He asked the others. Both turning to him in confusion. Enele paced to the edge of the clearing, ”Something’s wrong.”

Then it came. A dart of Yellow panick to stick him in the chest. Wind knocked out of his lungs in fear he threw himself at the tree line. Body twisting and turning until it was more than a man. It was death incarnate. Softeness of fur hidden by razor sharp fangs and paws the size of a man’s face. He shoved the girl into the cabin with a rough grain of his Rose. Feet fleet through the foliage as he raced to the place his heart pounded and pulled towards. He could hear the fight but reached it too late. Tama’s sleeker form hot on his heels as they broke onto the scene too late. Teeth bared and growl thunderous Enele butted up to Nyree’s side. *Bee! Are you okay? What the hell happened.* Her blood was overpowering in the clearing. And it took him a moment to realize that the force pressing to his chest was Tama fighting to reach Mauki on the ground. *Shit. Shit. Shit.*

There was no confusion in Tama, though. Nyree was his queen as much as any could be, but he had the clarity of a healer to steady him. *Out of the way!* He ordered them both, small paws settling over Nyree’s, and long tongue lashing out to lick tears from her cheek. *Let me help him.*

Nyree

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Re: The warlords and the jeweless boy
« Reply #2 on: February 22, 2020, 03:49:30 PM »

Her power whipped through the clearing. Leaves bristling like her bloodied hair. An almost wind stirring among the trees. Nyree fed every scrap of land she walked. Whispered to its green shoots and tender buds. Spoke magic to its bees. And her rage was echoed in the land. A queens power drawn inward and amplified by all the places that had felt her bare soles and bared soul.

"Mine!" She snarled at the wolves. Eyes hot and cheeks pale. Blood cracked along her neck. Her own streaking down her back. The warlord's down her front. Mooki's bubbled between her fingers. She raised an arm to rebuff them. Hand a fist, elbow hard, as if she was bracing for impact. Shielding her brother bodily and with wavering craftwork.

Jewels tired.

But that one was hers also. His heart sang to her, so Nyree buried her fist in his fur and clung fast. "Mine." She rumbled threateningly. This one was also hers. For her. The other was not. Nyree pulled at Enele. Wedging him between Mooki and Tama. Boy barely recognized. His blood didn't sing to her the way the others did.

"No!" *No!* Nyree shoved down hard, until her brother grunted in agony. Yanking on Enele's fur at the same time. Her whole body drawn tight and vibrating as a horse clattered to the edge of the hill. The red freckled healer girl tumbling from his back and down the hill face. Mud marring her cheek, but healer bag at hand.

Nyree screamed and buried her face in Enele's ruff so she didn't have to see the other people touching Mooki. All of her shook and rattled. Too hot and too fast. She choked on Enele's fur, inhaling through her mouth and nose as she gasped. But all she could smell and taste was blood. *I killed him. I killed him. But the other one ran away and I couldn't chase him. Enele, you have to kill him too.* She pleaded. But Nyree wanted to kill him. To hit him over and over until he was as hole filled as her brother.

*There was a boat too. With men.* Nyree was sure they should burn it. Her Yellow plucked and pulled at psyches. Ready to snare and snatch and wound. She strained. Toes in the loamy earth. Pressing upward and into Enele. As if she could lift them both into the sky and after the other men. The horse nickered nervously and danced away, making Nyree snarl.

Enele

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Re: The warlords and the jeweless boy
« Reply #3 on: February 24, 2020, 12:55:30 AM »
If the sight of her wasn’t enough to deter Enele then why would her warnings be? Hers. She seethed with animosity, blood dripping from her lip like a hellbeast. Well, so was he. Hers. And she was His. Not just Enele, or the wolf, but the Warlord Prince that lived carefully leashed inside his soul. A dark and dreadful prince that was rarely given reign. He strained on his leashes, making Enele’s fur stand on end as he braced against the threat of a strike, and found clinging hands instead.

Hanks of his fur came loose when she tugged him into place as a shield for her brother. Long brown strands pulled up from the roots to stick on blood-sticky fingers that were more suited to coaxing honey out of hives than murder. Enele leaned into the urgent fidgeting of her hands. Let the stink of dead warlord brush onto him to get it off of her. Watchful and wary as his woman warred with the killing field. It was not a place he could go to fetch her from, much as he wished it were. Wished to spare her any bit of the agony that seeped up out of her pores like open wounds. He could not. So he stood as a point of calmness for her to grasp at. *You have to Bee. You have to let them help Mauki.*

She shouted into the scruff of his neck. A thick sort of mane. Natural armor in a world that was hard to survive. He looked at Mauki with pity in his yellow eyes. Weight resting towards Nyree as she sobbed at his side. He had to get her away from there, to let the healers work and to calm her down. But he was afraid. Scared to take her from the boy’s side when there was so much of his blood spilling into the soil. What if this was goodbye? He deserved her there to pet him into eternal sleep. The guilt would be another obstacle between them if he pulled her from a dying brother’s side.  He had little personal love for Mauki, but he didn’t want that pain for the woman he loved. It tore him, and he wondered wildly why that was such a common emotion with his woman. Always torn in two. He wanted to protect, to punish, to go back to the morning and convince her to stay in bed rather than go walking. She gave him a way out though.

*Another?* He stiffened with a growl. Nose turned up to the air he sussed out a trail. But he didn’t move. Eyes shifting to the body on the ground, then to the brother on the ground he agreed without words. Tail lifting and ears swiveling to track any sound. A whole boat of men that needed killing. His Queen had said so. Her blood was a battle cry that made his body fidget to get moving. To get to work. Familiar and exciting work.  *Tama, she’s bleeding. Is it bad?*

It was not ideal- taking his woman to a fight. She was already on the killing field, though, and evidence of her ability lay dead a few feet away. He could put his human feet on, and human hands. Hands that wielded throwing knives that could silently kill several men before they realized what was happening… They could do it. Feed the murder in her heart, and give the healers time. Tama still wore his wolf, but his craft was not lessened by the form. He twitched an eye at his uncle, canine jaw stiff as he wove his craft together with the girl’s to staunch the bleeding. A line of it flicked out to test the wound at Nyree’s scalp. *Better.* He assured Enele before turning his full attention back to Mauki.

*Show me. Show me and we’ll punish them together.* Why not? His heart was already set on following Nyree to Hell and back. They ate, bathed, fucked, and laughed together. They could do this as one too. More than friends, or lovers, or warlord prince and queen. They were Mine. Not the sound, but the feeling. The one that made a heart beat faster and slower all at once. That tasted of possession and felt like freedom. *Get on, and show me the way. I’ll show you the rest.*

He was not a small man, nor was he a small wolf. There was room to sit on his spine, supported by a thread of his Rose to keep her balanced. He was faster that way. And low to the ground where they could shoot through the underbrush. Surprising the second warlord in a flash of teeth that turned red as they sank into his shoulder. Pinning him to the ground in a victorious snarl as he called a slender blade into the clearing. *Fast or slow?* He asked of the murder. Really he meant- you or  me? He could snap a neck, or call in a blade. There were too many ways to do the deed. But this was Nyree’s field. He was only there to ensure the odds remained in her favor.

Nyree

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Re: The warlords and the jeweless boy
« Reply #4 on: March 03, 2020, 07:32:22 PM »

"No!" Nyree told the thick fur at Enele's neck. She didn't have to let them anything! That was her brother, and they were not hers. Just Enele's. Enele's nephew. And Tama's girl. But she did let them. Pressing all her concern into Enele. He held her steady while she fretted. Talked her away from that place that made her want to leap on the healers and drag them by their scruffs away from her brother.

Sense. Reason. And he promised her other things. It was in the lengthening of his body and the pricking of his ears. Nyree could feel it go through him when she asked him to kill. To murder. Enele liked those things. It made her stroke his fur, tacky with drying blood. Enele would kill them all for her, and Nyree would help him. Healer tickling at her scalp.

"Its just a scar!" She complained, slapping at the sensation. Just the old wound from when she'd died before. But today Nyree would not die. And Mooki wouldn't either. She glared through Enele's fur at the healers. Girl and wolf working together. Their Jewels a matching set. Nyree had been jealous for a week, that she and Enele could not have matching Jewels as well.

But they matched in every other way. Better ways.

She hitched her leg over his hackles, toes tucked up into his fur, knees along side his shoulders. [tb]That way.[/tb] She curled her fingers tight together at his chest, clasping fur in her cupped palms. Together. Cheek to his neck, Nyree watched Mooki fall away as Enele bounded into the trees, following a thread of her Yellow. This was not good bye.

He would be well when she returned.

Between her craft and Enele's nose it was easy to find the warlord. Riding a wolf was strange, but easier than being a wolf herself. They caught him quickly. A powerful kick from Enele's legs knocking him to the ground beneath a leap. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He sniveled, chased by more nightmares, except this one had fangs instead of hooks.

*Fast.* Nyree decided, ignoring the pity that tried to rise up in her heart. Sliding from Enele's back, she claimed the blade he'd summoned, weighing it in her hand. He'd never trusted her with a knife before. Face tot he sky, Nyree inhaled. She could taste this warlord's blood at the back of her throat, and thought she could smell the ship in the river. *That way.* She pointed, orientating herself.

Knife held tight, the back of the blade running down her forearm, Nyree clutched Enele between her thighs. Rode him into battle much the same as she rode him to climax. Tears mingling with blood in his fur as they ran. *Smell it?* She asked him, her craft surrounding the boat. She could map the land and rushing water with her soul, but wasn't fully sure how to share it with him, barriers cracked so he could follow the trail she laid. The calling she felt.

She could see it through breaks in the underbrush, but mostly she saw it in her mind, the way her craft told her it should look. Wood scrapping against muddy banks. A restless set of feet near the gangplank. Cargo loaded while the other two were off being murdered. *I don't think they will wait much longer.* Would they just leave? Or would they go looking? Nyree growled softly, cheek and throat vibrating against Enele's ear. They wouldn't hurt anymore of what was hers.

She did not want them walking her land.

Letting Enele take the lead, Nyree followed him, a swift, compact shadow at his heels.

Enele

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Re: The warlords and the jeweless boy
« Reply #5 on: March 29, 2020, 10:12:28 AM »
Sorry. Enele had seen a lifetime of sorry men. And sorrier excuses for men. This one was no different in that aspect- he was a coward when faced with the consequences of his actions. Actions that had hurt Nyree both physically and more deeply. Nothing stirred in Enele as he twisted bleak strands of his Opal into a heavy noose. Claws digging into the soil as he leaned forward, teeth touching through the crushed bones and sinew of the warlord’s shoulder. The snapping of his spine and cut off whimper were more of a pressure in the air than a noise; one that didn’t fit into the birdsong and sunshine that surrounded them. Deed done as asked of him Enele spat out the limp body, turned on his heel and kicked dirt over the corpse.

Nyree’s attention had turned, so his did too. Nose following her finger as he tucked her into his side. His muzzle was matted with dark red clots, and his eyes were nearly white except for the pinpoints of his pupils. They must have looked quite the pair as she tossed a leg over his back and crouched over his shoulder blades. He took her in the direction she had pointed. Ignoring the salt that spilled down his back just as he ignored the zinc that caked onto it. He could not smell the ship yet, or those who manned it. Probes reeled in tight to give them the element of surprise he trusted Nyree’s guidance. A strange pulling in the middle of his psyche that led his feet on the path her Craft pointed.

Until it was there in front of them. Lopping run turning to a slow job he darted around a bush to give them both a safe view of the ship. It was bigger than he had expected the small river to hold. But Glacian’s had tricks for ships. If they didn’t get this over with now they might not be able to catch them. Enele laid in the grass behind the thickets that hid them. Listening to the stomp of feet on wood as men paced. One. Two. Three. Maybe a fourth in the cargo hold. Enele turned his nose up to the air and inhaled long and slow for more hints. *Lay down right here and don’t move.* He told her roughly, prodding her with his nose once she had rolled off his back and into the tall grass.

When he was sure she would stay put he slipped around the nearest tree. Crawling back a moment later on all fours as a shirtless, dirt streaked man. The pain of a fast shift coating him in camouflage instead of fur. ”Don’t let them separate us no matter how crazy things get. You just stay as close to me as you can.” He told her, pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger to make sure she was paying attention. ”Are you sure this is what you want, Bee? We can’t take it back later, and once we start we can’t stop until it's done.” Killing was not supposed to be easy, anger could make it devastatingly so, though.

Pressing his lips to her mouth he crouched low to lead the way. Sticking to the sides of underbrush until they were feet away from a nervous young man standing watch on the shore. His head swiveled as he scanned the forest for movement, gaze out too far to notice them creeping up at his side. In one practiced movement Enele clamped a hand over the youth’s face to silence him, the other hand gripping the back of his neck to pull him down into the cover of the bush. ”Sure, sure?” He asked Nyree one more time before they crossed the line. This one was quick too. Real hands snapping his neck instead of Crafted ones.

Now they just had to take care of the men on the ship. ”Stay close.” He reminded her, taking the gangplank at a quick run. Body low but not quite crouching. They made it a few feet on deck before a tall, burly man turned out of a doorway into their path. Enele kept his momentum going. Shoulder turned to a battering ram that he aimed at the man’s sternum. Air knocked from his lungs the brute clutched his chest with one hand and swung wildly at Enele with the other. Trading a swipe to the side of his face to get in close Enele pivoted and kicked out with a flat foot to hit him in the gut. Arms flailing wildly the man fell backwards over the guard rail and into the water. Not hurt badly enough to be out of the fight, but they had bought themselves time to take on someone more manageable. Like the ruddy faced and bearded man that rushed up behind them with a crossbow in hand.

Nyree

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Re: The warlords and the jeweless boy [cw]
« Reply #6 on: April 01, 2020, 11:14:35 AM »

Sorry did not pull at Enele the way it did at Nyree. There was no hesitation after he offered her the choice. No a heart beat between her decision and his carrying it out. Just the time it took him to summon his craft and bear down with his jaws. Nyree appreciated it. And a part of her reveled gleefully in the warlord's death. But that part was small in the heat of her anger, which stood beside something solemn that Nyree could not name.

Maybe that was what made her eyes leak and Enele followed her trail to the ship. Woods passing swiftly to either side of them. They had done this before when her feet were too slower and her shift even slower. Usually for fun. Never for this.

In the bushes, Nyree waited patiently. Sliding from Enele's back to lay flat in the ground. Stretched out in the dirt and detritus of the forest, she nearly vanished. Bits of leaf and twig clinging to her hair. Grass staining her skirts. She was a much a part of the landscape as the bush that blocked her from view. *Yes, Enele.* Or the one Enele traded skins in. Hands fisted beneath her chin, Nyree watched the ship, and pretended she knew what she was looking for.

Men were easy. They moved freely, seemingly unaware that they were being stalked. But that could be a trick, Nyree knew from tales told to her by Enele himself. Scooting on to her knees, Nyree turned to face him as he crawled out of hiding. The change like a stink on his skin. It hurt horribly, which was why Nyree always went slow. Because then it hurt less. And the change was not a hurt she liked.

Her grin was lopsided between his fingers. Her heart beat slow, slow, slow. Feeding the hungry thing inside her stomach. "Okay." As close as she could get was the thing she had been fighting years for. Blinking as slowly as her heart beat, Nyree drank in his question. She didn't want him to ask it. And didn't want to contemplate the thing they would do.

The anger would go away. They deserved it, for hurting her brother. For maybe even killing him. They deserved it. And Nyree had asked Enele to do this thing. To be more than protection and safety. She was asking him to go out and kill. So she would go with him. It was only right. And it made her heart beat faster. And her vision narrow to the fields she'd only heard about in whispers.

Never imagining it could be a place she went too.

So she told him, "I'm sure," and followed low and swift behind him, tongue licking his kiss away for safekeeping. Without looking at the man in Enele's hands, Nyree told him again. "Sure, sure." And listened to the sound of bones breaking. Fingers and toes saw her up the gangplank. Like a wild beast on all fours, her hair a tangled mess that fell in her eyes and had to be swept away. Nyree clung close to Enele's back. Pivoting away as he engaged with another man, nearly stepping on her.

It went so quickly. A splash preceding a scrape. Nyree turned, still low, knife clutched tight in her hand to watch the crossbow lift toward them. Toward Enele. He was bigger. More dangerous. Everyone was always afraid of Enele. Slapping his calf, Nyree lunged forward. Not high. Low, low, into the man's legs so he had to bring his crossbow down again to shoot her.

Forgetting the knife, Nyree bit him; hard in the thigh before she remembered and drove the blade into the calf she had wrapped herself around. It was all violence. Like a heavy blanket that draped over them. Muffled, but confined too. Everything concentrated. It made Nyree hot and too aware. Sweat salt making the cut on her cheek sting. Where it came from she didn't remember.

Just the way blood splashed hot on her hand. The moldy taste of jerkin. The strange way her craft popped and crackled. Lashing out instinctively. The way Enele's back felt flush against her own. So very different from being pressed front to front with him. And the fire she set, on accident. An upturned barrel full of dried, stinking leaves greedily absorbing her craft. She never had been good with such things, and it quickly spun out of her control with so much fuel to consume until it caught her hair too. Leaping to the wild curls that framed her face.

Nyree laughed as she smothered them with her sticky fingers. Somewhere, she had lost the knife.

Enele

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Re: The warlords and the jeweless boy [cw]
« Reply #7 on: April 12, 2020, 07:36:48 PM »
Pulse roaring in his veins Enele swung around at the tap to his leg. Small silver blades appeared from thin air to dance around his fingers. Deadly rings that flashed once before he spun one free. It cut through the air with a low, ominous whistle. His hand brushed the thick padding of Nyree’s hair to make sure she stayed down. A needless worry since she was too busy with her own attack. Distracted by her teeth the sailor cursed, his crossbow shifting to aim low at the woman latched onto his leg. Before the trigger could loosen the whole bow dropped across Nyree’s shoulders and hit the deck with a dull thud. The hands that had wielded the weapon flailing to grab a stabbed thigh, then both clutching at a slit throat. Gurgling he fell to his knees where they left him to drown in his own blood. 

”Don’t use your mouth Glacians have all got the clap, Bee!” He growled heavily as he caught her around the waist. Yanking her upright he breathed in slips of grass that clung to her curls. They stood on end with static as Craft began to clash in the air around them. In the waterway below the big sailor flung weak, unskilled power at them. It beat Enele around the legs bluntly, not strong enough to be more than an annoyance. Growling he let Nyree go, turning on his heel to hit back with metal. Another of his small blades guided into a curved path with Craft as he shot it through the air. A small yelp told him it was not a fatal hit. Just a painful one.

The fight was far from over, though. Another man appeared. His face twisting in an echo of the same rage Nyree had expressed as he stopped ot take in the limp body that stained the deck red. He screamed at them but Enele didn’t listen to the words. He had already let two more blades loose. One hit deep into the man’s shoulder just as he reached out to grab at Nyree. They went back to back in a dance they had never shared before. Her newness to the killing field sparking her power in strange ways. He let the rough edges of her defensive Craft fuel his offense. Held her hand, palm to palm, while he walked backwards from the next opponent. Spun her in around to avoid a blow. Tucked her between his knees protectively when the big sailor made his way back up and the fight closed in.

Enele had never imagined he could love fighting as much as he already did. But with her there… it was a stronger rush. Fear that had long ago left his belly bubbled back to life as the object of his obsessive affection sat in the danger with him. Spilled blood with him. They were more than man and woman, more than life mates, more than An Corithe. They were a primal, nameless force that fed on one another as they bled the enemy dry. Enele could have spiraled out into the Darkness he was that wild with ecstasy. Laughing in the faces of the dead as he buried blades so deep in their chests he couldn’t call them back out. His gray hairs turned rust colored as he wiped his hands clean in the short crop. Hands always reaching down, or back, or around to grip at Nyree even though he could feel the other places their bodies touched. Legs half wound together as they searched the ship for any survivors. Arms brushing and spines pressed tight as they ended the last sailor with a small explosion of energy.

Smoke filled the air, and Nyree’s hair went stiff with the crackle of fire and Craft. Delirously pleased with himself Enele forgot why they had come to murder in the first place. Victory heated his blood, and hot blood heated his skin. He could smell it on Nyree and at the mercy of instinct he dragged her up from the dark hold to the fresh air of the smoldering ship deck. Behind them the cabins blistered and burned. Wood cracking in two as flames lapped up from wherever the fire had started. Tossing her against the railing he pinned her between his body and the wood. Slicking half dried blood from her face, sweaty places on her neck and temples streaking it into a mess. ”Mine.” He insisted, unhappy that his woman smelled like ‘other’.

It was alright though. He knew how to fix that. Head rolling across her shoulder, wordlessly begging to be stroked, he leaned his hips hard to hers. Spear creeping to life now that the threats were environmental and not sentient. He kissed her desperately. The hunger in his bones evolving. Kiss flavored with salt, zinc, and the lingering bitterness of badly preserved leather. ”Turn around.” He croaked, voice high in a whine. His, his, his. He would mark her for keeps and mate her to make sure they all knew it.

Nyree

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Re: The warlords and the jeweless boy [cw]
« Reply #8 on: April 24, 2020, 08:23:59 AM »

He was lucky that the blood lust made her forget her questions about clapping. Mouth used despite his protests, until she became more familiar with the knife. Wielding it until she left it buried in unyielding bone. And the men stopped getting close. Enele always pulling her away.

They fell and fell and fell. Made the boards of the ship slick with their blood. They fought hard, and fiercely. But Nyree knew there was nothing in the Realms more fierce than her Enele. There was no fear in her. She was safe. Tucked close and vicious in her own right. They turned the smugglers' ship into a massacre as their psyches and bodies mingled.

This was a new and unexplored place for Nyree. The killing field she had never thought to tread. She grasped at the weak edges of Enele's barriers. Insinuating herself into them until she filled the spaces where they overlapped rather than sealed. Her own unfurling just enough and only for him. So she could breathe and exist. Tucked between his knees. Pressing a knife into a belly.

She held on fiercely to his joy. His laughter making her spine tingle. She had asked him to do this, and Enele had no regrets. Nyree didn't want regrets either. She wanted to laugh as she set the ship and her hair afire. So she did. Chortling as he hauled her back up to the deck. The slant of the sun had changed and the air was different. Less rancid than below, but not as pristine as it had been before they'd raced up the gangplank.

Pinned, Nyree hummed. She did not mind the hard bite of wood across her back, not with Enele to distract. "Yes." She promised without thought. Always yes. His hands slicked blood across her face and neck, but Nyree didn't notice. She stroked the stains from his hair, but the gray was too saturated to be cleaned. Nyree kept petting anyway, because it was what he wanted. What she wanted. Long years she'd fought for the opportunity and right to try and chase his troubles away with her touch. To drown in the kisses that made her knees weak and left her clinging to his neck.

Laughing, Nyree bit his ear, but complied. She didn't need to live in his head to know what he wanted. Even these weeks apart had not dulled her knowledge of his body. His need crept up her toes and curled in her stomach as she turned. Gripping the railing, she bowed, shivering as he gathered her skirts up. Eyes half closed she watched the treeline bob softly. Eyes catching movement between sturdy trunks.

Nyree followed it. Picking the fleeing figure of a man out of the foliage and trees and sucking her teeth. Let him run, she decided, flicking a lazy thread of craft after him. Let him tell everyone that this place was hers. Like the man at her back. And the other one.

The dying one they had come to revenge. Gasping, Nyree twisted. "Not now, Enele." Later, she promised silently, dying at having to deny him. She never had. Not anything. When the elbow pressed to his chest didn't drive him away, Nyree pushed his head away, hoping his body would follow. Hips twisting from his grasp. "Enele!" She chided, a fleeting probe cast the way they had come. But her Jewels were exhausted.

"Mooki, Enele. We have to go back to Mooki." She reminded him. Reminded herself, as she extricated herself from the combination of Enele's lust and her bodies attempts to respond to it. The heat didn't rise as quickly as it usually did, but the desire to succumb to him was still there. Coiled in her stomach, heavy and warm. And waiting. There was always later. They had a forever of later.

Just not a now.

Enele

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Re: The warlords and the jeweless boy [cw]
« Reply #9 on: April 26, 2020, 03:37:51 PM »
The joining of their psyches went unnoticed by Enele. It was as natural as holding her hand. Unobtrusive because it felt right. Not that his quick to drop barriers ever struggled with letting others in. The others just felt other while Nyree felt like self. Which was why he had spent long years pushing them up to keep her out. Now it was different. Now she was his. Promised over and over but still so sweet to hear.

Enele pressed his spear to the soft spot between her hip bone and pelvis. Eager to stroke it to full hardness. Distracted instead by the way she combed her hand over his hair. He gave her no space when he lifted his head to tell her to turn around. With a nip to his ear she rolled in his arms. He praised her with a low pur. Spear teased by the passing of hips and buttocks. Then pulled away to give his hands better access.

He was stupid with lust. The smoke and heat of fire at his back ignored. The rustle of foliage in the distance too. All he could see was the end goal. To bury his spear in Nyree as vigorously and victoriously as he had his blade in the sailors. To laugh as she clawed and mewled and came in a knee shaking orgasm. Blinders high he shoved too many skirts out of his way. Bloomers just reached when she tried to turn again. He huffed at the challenge, fingers hooking into the bands of her underclothes. Ready to rip them from her body if that was the game.

Nyree dug her elbow at his chest. Enele pulled on her with a laugh. Her thumb caught his chin and shoved him away. The unexpected rejection tugging at old wounds that were strong enough to snap him back to sense. Eyebrows high and eyes wide he looked up in surprise. ”What?” He was confused and held her tighter when she tried to get away. No stranger to her silly games, but her expression didn’t match expectation. His barriers wagged around her psyche. Testing the mood. Not a game. A refusal.

Hands dropping Enele stepped back, swallowing down annoyance. Mind widening from it’s tight focus back to the broader scope of reality. He sighed and gave her more space. ”Fine. Fine.” Fucking Mauki. He had better not be dead, because Enele was going to kill him. A drop of guilt fell into his stomach. It dulled the urgency in his spear but not the ache of wanting. ”Let’s go then.” The ship was shifting ominously anyway. It would collapse at any moment.

Lip set in a firm pout he held out a hand for Nyree. Fingers weaving together as he helped her down the gangplank. It rocked under their feet, threatening to fall as the flames reached the deck. He swept with probes as far as he could reach. They picked up the trail of the escaped sailor. Enele cast a sideways glance at Nyree. Did she know that one had gotten away? Should he tell her? Not now, he decided. He would wait and see. They had bigger problems to worry about.

The clearing smelled like blood. A lot of it. Too late Enele realized he should have asked Tama the outcome. Now they were too close to stop Nyree from finding out first hand. ”Bee,” Enele wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from darting in. ”they might still be working. We can’t get in the way.” He warned. 

Nyree

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Re: The warlords and the jeweless boy [cw]
« Reply #10 on: April 27, 2020, 07:57:34 PM »

Nyree worried. The way his eyebrows raised and his bottom lip puckered told her he was hurt by her refusal. Enele never did hurt well. It made her heart flutter anxiously. His gripping hands settled her stomach some. He hadn't turned refusal into reject and pushed her away. Maybe he would forgive her later.

"Mooki." She said softly in answer to his question. Eyes pleading with him to understand. Her brother. His hands gentled, sliding away so her skirts could fall back into place. Nyree stroked his arms and chest before sliding her fingers through his and allowing him to haul her down the gangplank. The boat rocked in a way that made her stumble after him, grateful for the steadiness of his grip.

"I'm sorry." She panted when they hit the ground. Sorry for her brother. For Enele's hurt feelings. For all this that was her fault. Always wandering far from him. Sucking in rancid air that burned her nose, Nyree shook her head and followed him into the trees. Eyes wide and blameless as he looked at her. Had he sensed it? Nyree didn't want him to follow the man. She wanted them both to go home to Mooki.

"Come on." She urged, rushing through the trees, hand still clutching his. Away from the fleeing sailor and toward her brother who wasn't dying. Not dying, she prayed and chanted as they ran. Lungs and legs burning. Wishing she could will her brother alive and safe. Knowing it was beyond her power. She could nurse a dying plant to life. But brothers were different.

Brothers Enele kept her from. Feet swept out from under her as he grabbed her around the waist and held her back. "Let me go!" Nyree cried, heels kicking as she was lifted from the ground. She wedged her thumbs between his arms and tried to pry them open. "Enele!" She begged, sagging in his grip, draped over his arm like a rag doll.

"They aren't. He's fine. I'd know if he was dead." Half her heart would be ripped from her chest. Feet settling on the ground, Nyree went slowly. Clutching Enele's arm in a grip that grew tighter with every step. "I won't get in the way." She promised when he seemed to hesitate. The smell of blood was making her mouth water. That cold wet just before vomiting. Nyree swallowed.

The the clearing the healers weren't working. Honor rested beside Tama, head half drowsing against his shoulder at her back. Mooki's head laid in her lap, pale and bloodless. Mindlessly she was petting his curls, blankets piled over him from her cabinet. Nyree stared, eyes shifting to Tama's face then back too Mooki's. She missed the way Honor covered her mouth in horror at the sight of them, but heard her gasp.

"Is he...?" She asked, leaning forward without letting go of Enele. Molded to his arm. If she let go... if Mooki wasn't alive... she might float away, so hollow the wind would pluck her up and fling her wide. Hearing he was alive made her grown, body thrown forward to collapse at his side. Knees bruising against the earth. "I knew he would be." He was just sleeping now. Just sleeping.

 

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