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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 10, 2008 3:42:20 GMT -5
Cedric kissed, and fumbled with her clothes; soon he was pulling her naked body close to his own. His hands touched her body and he moaned her name several times. The cool wind off the river pulled at their exerting bodies. Cedric was enjoying his marriage.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2008 3:56:47 GMT -5
They made love for a long time, and loudly, until they were finally sated. Aranya lay back against the grass, panting, and cradled Cedric against her. "I hope I'm not slowing down," she panted, chuckling. "You're certainly quite the lion."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 10, 2008 12:40:11 GMT -5
Cedric kissed her neck and smiled, "You have to slow a little bit, or else how will the Lion catch you."
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 10, 2008 12:55:22 GMT -5
Three horsemen ride into Cedric's Camp and two start erecting a tent on the outskirts while ties the horses to a tree.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2008 13:10:52 GMT -5
Cerenna, who was patrolling, walked up to the men. "Who are you, and by whose permission do you erect tents here?" she demanded. Along with Cerenna were armed Lannister soldiers.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 10, 2008 13:14:51 GMT -5
"I'm Daniel Lannister and these are my friends. Who gave you permission to be a camp patrolling bitch? Now leave us be please.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2008 13:30:11 GMT -5
Cerenna's morningstar began whirling. "This," she answered coldly. "And the fifty soldiers behind me. Learn to mind your tongue, or I will puncture you in ten places right now. Aranya Lannister is my guardian, and I don't know who the fuck you claim to be. Who are your parents?"
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 10, 2008 13:36:11 GMT -5
"Seven hells lady",Daniel scream, "my father was Randal Lannister and my mother was Catelyn Westerling." "Both are dead so you wont be able to talk to them." "So will you please calm down and put down the morningstar."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2008 13:54:44 GMT -5
"Ah, it's all right Cerenna, he's Ser Randal's son," one of the soldiers said. "Forgive us, ser, but you took us unawares."
"All right then," Cerenna said, lowering the morningstar. "All you had to do was tell me that. You will probably want to see Ser Cedric in the morning."
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 10, 2008 14:06:28 GMT -5
"Yes",Daniel said relieved, "I would like to see Cedric on the morrow." Opening the flap to his tent, he crawled into bed.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 10, 2008 17:54:14 GMT -5
Daniel gets up at the crack of dawn.While getting dressed he catches the scent of food, smelling the sausages on the fire and hearing his stomach rumble. He crawls out of the tent to see Jaime eating what looked like a extremely burnt sausage.Father protect me! Hopefully this is more edible than yesterdays breakfast. "Hello", Jaime said cheerfully," Wonderin when you'd get up."
"Jaime hand me some of that devil shit you call food", Daniel grumbled.
"No!" Jaime yelled obviously disappointed, "You called it shit, ungrateful is what you are."
"Jaime, I'm your lord so give me some or ill take", Daniel retorted," besides I have to go see Cedric today."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jul 12, 2008 23:56:50 GMT -5
Lord Dondarrion rode proudly at the front of his army, the perfect vision of a lord, knight and gentleman, in shined plate armor-- his open visor leaving him with the crisp air of the day. His horse was even elegant, caparisoned in black and violet and dressed in full silver barding. Behind him rode ten thousand knights, men-at-arms, archers, and commonborn men dressed simply in leather tunics and pitchforks. Dozens of banners displayed the arms of the noble Stormlands houses, including the most prominent: the nightingales of House Caron, the griffin of House Connington, the sea turtle of House Estermont, the swans of House Swann, the lion of House Grandison, the buckles of House Buckler and the wheat of House Selmy. Together they were the reinforcements to the Crown, and perhaps the embodiment of hope-- though individually they were all every bit as scared as the next man.
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Post by edricdayne on Jul 13, 2008 0:15:07 GMT -5
Ser Byren Selmy rode atop a destrier, steel plate covering him head to toe. At his side he had his longsword; an oaken shield with steel studs hanging from his horse. A brown cape with three yellow wheat stalks hung from his shoulders, and proud knights flanked him. The young lord hid his anxiety and nervousness, not daring to discourage the already fearful men around him.
Byren rode towards the front of the army, several knights with him. He did a short bow to Lord Dondarrion as he approached him. "Greetings, my liege." Byren said, his voice mixed with emotions. He looked around, "I never thought that I would be riding to war," he finished slowly.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jul 13, 2008 0:20:52 GMT -5
The young Lord of Blackhaven smiled back to Byren. "Good morning Ser Byren", he said as he turned his head to meet the gaze of the new head of House Selmy. When Byren remarked about never thinking he'd ride to war Breck laughed, "Surely you jest?", he asked in a somewhat serious tone. He turned his head back to the road, though still seemed interested in hearing an answer.
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Post by edricdayne on Jul 13, 2008 0:23:57 GMT -5
Byren shook his head, reddening slightly. . Did I say something wrong? he wondered nervously. "No, war always seemed to be something others always did, never something I would do. You could say I was isolated growing up at Harvest Hall." Byren responded to Breck.
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Hope you all are well and happy.