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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 13, 2008 16:43:22 GMT -5
Cedric nodded, and stepped up to her and kissed her again, "You might as well try, but they are coming. The man in charge will give us no time. Lets go find, Lord Alex." Taking her hand he walked from the room into the halls.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2008 16:48:13 GMT -5
"There must a chink in their armor somewhere," Aranya said. "I will find it." Already her eyes had a slightly unfocused look as she reached out. Once she had established a connection with another living creature, she would return to consciousness, but until then she allowed Cedric to lead her by the hand.
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Post by Sam on Jul 13, 2008 21:55:58 GMT -5
Lord Duncan, with a bandage around his left bicep where a halberd had nearly taken off his arm, found Ser Cedric leading his wife through the halls. The sight seemed rather odd, but he shook his head slightly and paid it no mind. "My lord, the men report that we lost five thousand in the assault, though they lost twice that. We are still outnumbered significantly; what are we going to do?" he asked quietly.
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Post by Horas on Jul 13, 2008 23:44:54 GMT -5
Daeron Blackwood stands on the battlements beside Clive Lannister, the knight for whom he is squired, breathing heavily. Blood is splattered across his tunic, but he is smiling. He couldn't know for sure if he killed anyone, but he definately knocked someone off a siege ladder with his flail, and stabbed someone else's hand with his knife. And it was a long fall to the ground below.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 0:26:59 GMT -5
After tending to her brother - despite her exhaustion, Aranya was extremely impressed with how Darien had fought - she had to complete her duty. "Rest now, brother," she said. "Go to sleep for a while. You won't get more than a couple of hours or so."
It had been a long time since Aranya was last so utterly spent and exhausted. After firing down on the invaders, she had abandoned her bow for her spear once they gained the walls. After that it was a mad, violent battle to survive amid the chaos, killing men on ladders and on the ramparts, using every dirty trick to bring enemies down, your life balance on the edge of your steel. Aranya's blood had sang, even when she was on her back bashing her head into a black-masked man's, shoving a dagger up through his kidneys. This what what she was made for. Sex and fighting, the two things in life that sparked her vitality like nothing else.
But now she was drained, and sickened at the sight of the dead. It was a numb feeling though. She had seen too many die alongside her in battle. It was a relief that Darien, Cedric and Daeron had survived the day.
Now, after checking on the sentries, she ascended to her chambers, and sat at the foot of her bed, legs crossed. Her mind drifted, until her consciousness detached from her body, and floated away, searching. Her mind extended spider threads, seeking something that would stick. She reached into the enemy camp, quietly searching, until she found what she sought. A small, underfed rat, sniffing a kitchen tent hopefully while a cook made some terrible-smelling stew.
It only took moments to negotiate with the rat's mind - the creature was intelligent, and rather friendly. It was also female. Soon the Aranya had a gentle but firm grip on the rat's mind, and turned it out of the cook's tent to scamper through a maze of walking boots, until it found refuge under the thick flap of a tent. The rat listened, nose twitching, while Aranya looked through its eyes, for a grander tent.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 14, 2008 0:28:03 GMT -5
The rat's eyes soon fall upon the largest, and most Grand tent, surrounded with armed men.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 0:35:07 GMT -5
Quietly, in the darkness, it slipped out. It was unheard and unseen amid the loud clatter of horses, pots, swords, and boots, all mingling with the human voices. As she scampered, the rat caught a strong stench of shit from the side of one tent. The smell of blood was strong, all around. Some men howled through iron bits as surgeons cut their limbs off, or sewed them back together.
The rat missed the kitchen tent, with its big pot of brown stew.
But Aranya had the rat's mind, and she pushed on. The rat did not make directly for the tent flaps, but rather slipped around, through the grass that looked black in the night. Quietly, it ran under the grand tent , and squeezed through, quiet as a shadow. It hid behind heavy trunks.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 14, 2008 0:37:21 GMT -5
In the room, there was a large case, with some kind of heavy black cloth over it. The rat squirmed, it wanted to stay away from that case.
There were no lights in the tent, but for the rat that didn't matter.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 0:56:33 GMT -5
The smell was wrong. It was very, very wrong. Every bone in the rat's body urged it to flee. I want to run! the little rat brain struggled, but Aranya's will was iron. She calmed and soothed the rat, and kept her escape route open to assuage the rat's fears. The rat positioned herself close to the escape route, ready to disappear in the blink of an eye, and sniffed cautiously, sniffing the beast. It was a beast. It smelled of menace.
Aranya mentally marked the rat in her mind, and let it go. The rat sped away at once, intensely relieved, and disappeared. Her consciousness floating again, Aranya's mind contacted the beast, using every trick and skill she possessed - warm, gentle, not threatening, but powerful.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 14, 2008 1:02:59 GMT -5
Aranya's reached out with her mind. She felt something cold, reptilian, for a moment.
Than she felt something reaching out for her, cold, icy.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 1:10:24 GMT -5
Terror gripped her heart. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
She knew what menace they faced now. And she knew she had to go very, very carefully, or she would be shattered. Aranya forced herself to remain steady. This was a golden opportunity.
Dragon, she said, her mental voice confident and calm. She had blocked her mind from it, and kept a barrier to remain enigmatic to the beast. I see you.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 14, 2008 1:12:25 GMT -5
Her mind felt heavy, she found thinking hard.
Back in Deep Den, Aranya's arm was tingling.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 1:16:37 GMT -5
Aranya remained calm. She withdrew a little, pulling away from the beast's mind. Her power was strong, and her will stronger. She shut the channels to her mind, while still maintaining a thin link to communicate.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 14, 2008 1:17:49 GMT -5
She felt something, trying to force its way through, into her mind, crawling through the tiny hole she left open.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 1:18:58 GMT -5
She kept the tiny link open, but firmly pushed back its every effort to creep through, patient but unyielding.
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Hope you all are well and happy.