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Post by Alistair on Jul 26, 2010 2:57:06 GMT -5
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Alistair watched her slowly wake inch by inch. he could tell the very moment in which she remembered everything, by her body language. He wasn't sure but he began to think he was paying to much attention to that. Always watching her and thinking of her skin. He needed to just hod tie her up, gag her and leave her until the young prince paid the random.
He reached over to a bag not far from him and opened it up, pulling out a flat metal slab, before getting up and leaving the tent. He did not go far, just to the fire build out side. The others were cooking the meat they had hunted earlier that day. It was late in night, but the nomads were up. The families tended to be early to bed, early to rise while the nomads stood watch over the nighttime.
He came back in with a plate of small food. "Trust me, Princess," He said not making the word princess an insult this time but nor was it a compliment, "Don't ask what type of meat it is. Just eat it." He looked down at it, and thought it might be bunny. He doubted she had a fondness for bunnies after she compared him to one but he wasn't sure to tell her it was rabbit. Girls tended to get squeamish when you gave them a face to put with their food. He sat back down where he had been, pulling a part of the meat off the slab and biting into it as proof it wasn't harmful before offing the rest to her.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 26, 2010 2:29:43 GMT -5
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She did not hit the ground. He knew she was getting tired and he had been planning on scooping her up in his arms and carrying her some of the way, but he wanted to make sure that she also knew he was not here to be her friend. He wanted her tired and miserable. When she stopped walking he glanced back just in time, and drove forward to catch her.
Funny, had he put a common girl though this sort of treatment she was have brought the heavens down with loud complainants. Yet the pretty little princess said nothing. Point two for her. He lifted her into his arms and started walking again. It was not long before the slight sounds of the village came to his ears.
He took her into his tent and laid her down on the straw mat that served as the softest bed he'd known. To her, he was sure, it might feel like the ground. There was a bucket of water in the corner and he moved it closer to her. Removing the cord from his wrist, he bound it to the pole in the middle of the tent. The distances would give her some moving room with out allowing her to leave the tent.
He wondered if she was just tired, or if she needed medical help. There were no doctors in his village as it was only a few of the more peaceful druids living here. Three family's, and two other nomads for a total of ten people plus him. He also wondered if this were a new trick. Time would tell. He sat down in the tent, and drank some of the water while watching her sleep and darkness set in. Yes, time would tell.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 26, 2010 1:55:04 GMT -5
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He ignored her. When she was trying to annoy him with the coil, he ignored her. When she called him a bunny, he ignored her (even if he wanted to growl at her). However, when she spoke of renewed efforts he wanted to smack her. He would never hit a woman, but he thought about it for a few moments.
He gave no reaction to her words that last time, other then a harder jerk of his wrist so it would tug harder on her's. He was not going to say anything. Not yet. Soon he would lay down the rules of this little misadventure. Rules such as her role in this.
He thought about pushing her up against a tree and yelling at her but he honestly didn't want to waste the breath on a spoiled, temperamental princess. He pitted the man she got leg shacked to. She'd give him hell and drive him to an early grave. Let the king and her father try to burn out the druids. Let them bring their armies. The druids would just attack back. This would never end until Uther was dead.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 26, 2010 1:14:29 GMT -5
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He had thought she might be outraged but when she tried to hit him he was surprised she would dare. Most girls, kissed against their wills might cry or scream at him but this one fought back. Point for her. He dodged the punch easily, and grabbed her wrist-again-holding it tight.
He wrapped the cord around it a few times and tired it off. He said nothing and showed no outward signs of her fit she had just had. He wrapped the other end of the cord around his wrist and began tieing it off as she spoke. "We have an hour's walk tot he village. I wont go easy on you after this. If you fall behind, I will keep going. Your not going to find the castle in these woods, and soon darkness will be upon us. Trust me on this, princess when darkness hits these woods I will be the lest scary thing out here."
With that he turned and started walking away. It only took a few seconds for the cord to run out of length and it to grow taunt between them, and when that happened he gave his wrist a jerk so that it would yank her or pull her along. However she wanted it.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 26, 2010 0:14:07 GMT -5
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Alistair paused when he heard the leaves stop crunching from under running feet. She'd stopped somewhere. He walked forward slowly, making sure to not step on anything that would make a sound so she would not know how close he was. Some villains might have started yelling after her, ruining the advantage that the silence gave them, but not Alistair.
The wind shifted for a few moments, swilling around him and he picked up the clean scent of her skin. A grin flashed over his face and he moved closer to where the scent was coming from. Part of him wondered if this would be where her end was meet. Knowing that she was in danger, made his almost more angry. He did not want her to die, no matter how much she'd angered him.
When he paused beside a tree, he could almost her her trying to catch her breath on the other side of it. Silently as possible, he walked around the tree, until he could see her. Reaching quickly over he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her. Pulling her body ageist his. "Now, now Princess, didn't your father teach you not to tease a man?" He used his other hand to grip her face, and then brought his lips down on her's in a crushing and short kiss before pushing her back down on the ground. Standing above her he glared. He thought about dragging her, while he pulled out a leather cord. He was going to bid her hands and maybe even to his side.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 25, 2010 22:45:40 GMT -5
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He knew the moment the chains stopped moving that he had been had. He was not speaking any words, but in his mind he was yelling. He was kicking an screaming. Calling her every curse he could imagine in any language he could think of. Some so dirty and lowclass, he doubted she knew they were real words. He was going to hunt her down and drag her back by her hair! Bid her and drag her though every lake and mud pit and insect nest he could find along the way! . . . . and just maybe a few NOT along the way.
He nearly dislocated his shoulder in effort to pull the suit off his head, and began the chase. She had a head start--a good one--but he knew these woods. He would find her! She better enjoy this run, it would be the last time she was not bound to his side for DAYS! He would make her sleep tired to him! Live tired to him! Never a moment's privacy! Not even for 'delicate girl reasons'!!
the ground this close to the water was soft, so he knew which way she went for the first few feet, but as she got deeper in to the woods, he had to look for signs such as over turned rocks, broken branches, or even the slight hint of her scent. Most people did not smell so overly clean. Only rich nobles. While it was not a bad thing to smell clean, it did not blend in with the musk of the woods. Silently he quicken his pace to close the distance between them.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 25, 2010 21:40:18 GMT -5
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When she moved to help him his face soften out of the glare but his guard went up. What was the princess up to? He doubted she was doing this out of the kindness of her spoiled little heart but what would this gain her? He watched her face rather then watching what her hands were doing. He did however, give her a reply. "Most druids can not afford armor." He told her, but that wasn't the only reason. It was easier to hide in the woods, and blend in thus surprising your pray when you were not clinking and clanging.
He stood still while she helped him. He wondered if she was stalling for time but with their head start he was not worried for the few moments that this could put them behind. It would be hours before the young prince got the letter and men were sent out to hunt them down.
Once the armor was off his arms, he just stood there watching her, trying to see how far she would take this. She was shorter then him, and he could see over her head. Smell the clean scent of her hair. He thought again of his gift and how he was seeing her die. He knew that when he took her from the castle her life was in his hands. It was his job to keep her alive. It would be his fault if she died because he failed.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 25, 2010 18:45:09 GMT -5
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When she placed her soft as silk hand in his and thanked him he sent her another--this time deeper--glare. "Shut up, princess" He told her not wanting her thanks. She was a royal. A high and mighty judgmental princess. She would cry over a knight, who's name she did not know but damn druids who faces she would never see. It would not matter to her if the druids were like his mother and father and innocent of any wrong doing or like the rebel band of druids who openly plotted ageist Camelot.
He yanked her hand to pull her roughly into his arms. He used his foot, and knee to push the boat so it would float back closer to the middle and the current would catch it, taking it down stream, back where they had come from. With any luck it would pass down stream and be found on the other side of the river, leading the knights in the wrong way.
With her cradled in his arms, he made his way to shore, but did not set her down until he was ten or so yards away from the shore line, not wanting dogs looking for her scent along the bank to pick her up so easily. He needed to get out of the armor but knew better then to turn his back on her. "If you run, I will big your feet and drag you the hour walk to the village." He warned her as she started to unlace the metal plates on his left arm.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 25, 2010 1:48:45 GMT -5
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Of course she would not. She was one of them. Why would she ever shed a tear over a druid? Alistair gave the ores harder jerks as her words angered him. He said nothing, not bothering to give her an answer. In his mind he was seeing his mother crying over his father's death and his uncle pulling him away from her. She knew she was next, he still wasn't sure why she had not run with them. He had seen it happen a few times. He'd dreamt about it for weeks before it happened.
No royal princess would ever care about her, nor know her name nor shed a tear over that loss. Only a druid mother, she'd earned it. He rowed the boat with angry pulls over to the side of the river--the opposite side then they started on. He jumped over the side, once he was closer tot he edge and the water would only come up to his knees.
For a moment, he thought about flipping the boat over so the princess would get soaked. Instead he stood there and stared at her. Glared at her. "Your knight is alive, Princess." He said bitterly making the word princess sound like an insult, then held his hand out for her. He was rather angry over her words, and for the moment he was only going to carry her to shore. Allowing her to stay dry, however if she did something overly arrogant and princess like, he still might flip the boat.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 24, 2010 21:12:51 GMT -5
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Alistair watched him for a moment until the bow was lowered. He had been ready to jump tot he side if need be. from the looks of it the boy was right handed, to it would be better to jump the the boy's right side making it harder for the follow though. It was easier to sift the length of the body then to turn all the way the other way.
"I was born but, but have not been to the kingdom in almost twenty years." He admitted, only so he could ask his next part. "Allot seems to be different now." The land was the same, from what he could recall anyway. The people were not, and the villages that used to be where he thought they were, were gone. He could guess where they went. Scared off or killed by the tyrant king.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 24, 2010 20:58:06 GMT -5
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Alistair was rowing the boat when he noticed her tears. He almost paused but there was just enough tug on the boat from the current to remind him not to. He was shocked that a spoiled little princess was crying over a knight she thought he killed. It was enough that he felt a little uneasy. Not that it showed. His face was always impassive. It had to be, if you gave away to much then you might as well give you life over to your foes.
When she put the pins into her bodice his eyes went there and he had to force them away. He was not about to be caught looking at her like a man should not look at a woman. Yes she was beautiful but if she knew it, it would give her a weapon. One he did not want her to have.
When she asked if this was worth his life he sent her a glare. "He can not hang me twice." He was risking his life by just being in the kingdom. If he was caught he was dead, even if he was innocent or guilty a thousand times over. He was still dead. He debated on saying more, and thought in this case he needed to. "You would cry for a knight you think is dead, but the king is killing men every week and I see no tears for them."
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Post by Alistair on Jul 24, 2010 10:37:21 GMT -5
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That was not the reaction he had expected from a princess. He had be waiting for spoiled demands or arrogant threats. Promise of violent deaths that she could not keep. Not worry worry over a lowly knight. Her question did make his lips twitch slightly at the reminder of the now naked knight. The man would wake up naked in the room of some noble and add to the embarrassment to everyone. Perfect.
He did not answer her, not caring to give her to many details on the type of man he was. Let her think he killed him. Let her think he would drown her. The more evil she feared him to be the more she might behave. Not answering was working out better then words. He just keep staring at her while rowing the boat up stream. The current was strong but so was he.
Alistair wondered how the young prince would recat to this. The only reason he had picked this princess over the others was because he heard this one was closer to the royal family of Camelot then the others. He wanted them to take this personally. To know he meant business. If he had taken the ward, he figured the king would just keep it hidden from the other kings. Taking the princess meant everyone would know what he had done. Giving a chuckle at that thought Alistair keep rowing. Almost there now.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 23, 2010 19:20:42 GMT -5
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He knew he hurt her but his people skills were such that he had not though about it hurting her until she cried out. Nor was he going to apologize. He pushed the boat so it would get fully off the bank and the hoped in as it floated to the centerish of the river. He had wondered if she would jump in. If she did he knew they both get hell. The waters were calm here but further down, they became worse, turning into unswimable waters. If she jumped there, he was not going in after her.
His plan was to travel up river (not following the current). Camelot would get their dogs and follow their scent to the river. Once there, they would work their way down stream, trying to pick up scents. Going up stream, would be hard on him but also give them the clean exit they needed.
Knowing she might jump, he knew he had to bid her hands but he was hoping he would not have to. "If you jump. I will drown you." He could not, as he would never hurt anyone with out cause so coldly, but he needed her to believe it for now. The more she thought he was the villian the easier this whole things would go.
Four days. The letter he had sent to Prince Arthur and the kings of the visiting lands said if they wished to see the princess again they would pack three chests of gold. All three would be delivered to the crystal caves, and left there. There were many entrances and exits tot he caves and they were like a maze under the huge hills. If the chests were found and no one was guarding them on the third day the princess would be set free and sent back to Camelot safely. Tomorrow would be day one, as the men would not return from hunting until late and chances were that no one would read the latter meant for a king.
Alistair began rowing up stream, with even strokes, while watching her closely. Waiting for some sort of reaction from her.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 22, 2010 22:35:04 GMT -5
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That-a-girl, he thought as she sagged ageist him. he wasted no time in using the hand that was holding her head to lift her legs and carry her the way he wanted them to. When she asked her question he almost didn't answer. It wasn't that he disliked talking, but his uncle had been more the silent type and after years of being alone he often times just did not have words to say. Or even how to say the ones he did want to say. "It was a lie." He admitted and did not bother to explain more. Let her put it all together.
One moment, he was looking down at the top of her head the next he was somewhere else. He knew it was one of his visions, and tired not to let his body to a reaction to it. He saw her then, as he had in his dreams. She was running, and men were surrounding her. The details were unclear but the closer an event came the clearer the details were.
He did not know these men, but he knew their type. Nomads, travelers. Like him maybe, but more like his uncle he would guess. They would see someone as beautiful as the girl in his arms as to temping to pass up. Easy pray. If he wanted to keep her safe, there would be rules she would have to follow. Which meant more talking, and that was something he was going to try to put off. Arriving at the water's edge he tossed her (as if she was a sack of potatoes) in the far corner.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 22, 2010 21:46:55 GMT -5
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Damn her!
Alistair felt her jerk from his grip and he started chasing her. He caugh her and wrapped his arms around her middle. Let her kick and scream. His goal was to get them to the river, and on the boat before the knights of Camelot got the ransom note and came after them. If the used dogs to hunt them down the river would make them loose the scent. Once he had her there, they were in the clear.
But first he had to get her there. She wasn't stupid, point one for her. She seemed to have caught on with out his having to explain what was going on here. It would make it easy for him, having not to try to find the right words and have a conversation.
Still some words were needed. Using his arm to lock her body against his chest he used he free hand to tilt her head, so her ear was close to his lips. His words were spoken low, almost in a growl. "I can wrap and bid you up like a Christmas gift, and carry you over my shoulder or you can walk ahead of me on your own feet." He gave her, her only two options.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 22, 2010 21:10:44 GMT -5
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Alistair heard the worry in her voice and he felt a twinge of guilt but he knew it would not last long. Once she knew her father was safe that worry would wither turn to rage or panic and fear. He could deal with fear, in some cases. He did not want to scare but he was not going to loose sleep over it. It was the rage he was hoping for. If she was angry then he could just ignore her and not have to worry about feeling guilty.
He let them ride hard for as long as he dared until he noticed that she was unused to the ride. She might be sore later if he pushed her to hard. He wanted to slow to make it easier on her but knew that would not fit in with his story. "Not far now." He told her to encourage her to travel a bit further.
After they had traveled the distance he needed he brought his horse to a stop. Making a bird call with his hand before dismounting he turned and ran over to her horse. Reaching up he pulled her off the horse with out a word and then looked around. Soon a boy ran p to him. "You have the letter?" At the boy's nod, Alistair lifted him onto the horse the princess was riding, and then slapped the horse' rear making it speed away.
Turning to face the princess he knew what was about to come. Had she started to guess? "This way, my lady." He said, grabbing her arm and pulling her down a path leading to the river.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 22, 2010 20:27:01 GMT -5
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Do we have far to go? Now the questions began. Alistair knew better then to give her to many answers, one wrong word and she could bolt. He was not about to have a horse chase with her, this close to the swords of Camelot. he knew he best chances were to get her in the woods, before changing his story. "An hour's ride, less if you can handle a hard ride?" He did not know how princess like the princess was.
By the look of her, (and he was fighting not to look at her to often) she would not know what he meant by a hard ride. She did not appear the type to enjoy outdoor things. He lived the out door world, she seemed built to sit in a golden palace.
He lead them out of the castle and over the draw bridge. A few knights looked his way, wondering where they were going but they did not seem to care. He wore her seal on his stolen tunic, and they would just assume he was making him take her for a ride. Little did they know the was the other way around. Heading the woods he began to relax even as he knew he should not. "This way, my lady." He wasn't sure were the men were hunting, but he knew it was not this way. He had a chance encounter with the young prince a few mornings past, and had learned some of the plans.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 22, 2010 19:35:37 GMT -5
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She was quick for a spoiled princess. Alistair knew very little about her, or even about her country but he had assumed she would demand he bring a maid or something. She had not, only had the mental awareness to get a cloak and then rush behind him. He was glad he had the foresight to have two horses in the court yard. Had he not, that would have given away his lie. It would not to have her start yelling at him with so many in sight.
Once they were in the courtyard he stopped by her horse, and waited for her to come. How did ladies mount a horse? He didn't know and didn't have time to stall and wait for a mounting block to be brought. He wasn't sure when the hunters were coming home. If he passed by the prince, then Arthur would know he was no knight of Gwent. Once she was by her horse he put his hands on her hips, noticing how small she felt under his hand before lifting her up to her set with no words of warning.
He fought the urge to look around to try to notice who was watching them but, so far had not started looking around. He mounted his own horse and looked over at her. "Stay close. The roads hold more danger." With that he kicked the horse into a hurried trot and glanced back to make sure she was able to follow. If not then he would just ride behind her.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 22, 2010 19:00:26 GMT -5
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Alistair looked down when the door was opened and had expected a maid but knew without a moment's hesitation that the woman before his was no maid. Her skin to pale to have known many days working in the sun, and there was not a mark nor scar that he could see. Her face alone screamed nobility. Alistair knew he should abandon his mission now. Not because of her skin, but because of her face. He knew the face. For the past few nights he had dreamt of her.
Not in the torrid ways a man might dream of a beautiful woman but in the eerie ways a seer saw the victims of the world. A vision of death. He knew in the moment, if he took her into the woods, he'd be risking her life. This was why he was not a hero. "There was hunting incident." He used the word incident and not accident, on purpose. Leave her wondering over the danger her father could still be in should this 'incident' not be an 'accident'. He was not used to explaining so much but knew if he was to play the concerned knight he would have to seem more free with his words. "I do not know the extent of the wounds, My lady, I was sent to escort you to his immediately."
Alistair knew that if she was willing to go with him then he could get her out of Camelot with out drawing attention. This lie would get her out of the city on her own, and well away from the city before anyone knew what was happening. Including her. "Time is of the essence, my lady, I must request that we make haste. I have sent the castle's physician with the other knights."
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If you check out this (LINK) then you can see photos of the sets. On pages 6 & 7 there is a few pics of Arthur and Merlin with what looks like more fires in Camelot. It looks like allot of flash backs might be coming up.
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