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 Repeat After Me, for Craig
Illex Sulahn
 Posted: Feb 5 2018, 01:47 AM
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Illex Sulahn
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Isilzheha
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25 Firstfall, 9:41

It was anger that drove the elf to slip through the trees, a betrayal felt when one who had been decided to stay was taken without warning. No, but he was not stolen away by the unknown Dalish that had set foot in their homeland. That boy wanted to leave, any indecisiveness stricken away at the words of the foreign mage. It left a bitter taste in the warrior's mouth, sunlight glaring overhead as it flickered with his hurried steps. Bare feet moved over the ground with careful precision, gaze dropping to assess the terrain and find the easiest pathways. It helped him more more silently, all the while allowing for pointed ears to listen for any signs of those that had been lost. The perpetrator had been punctured with one of Cetus’ arrows, one that Illex would have protested against using on such a lowly creature had he been there. It was just another irritation to be felt, infected elf pursing his lips as his features twisted into a scowl. Pause was given then, a sound to his flank halting him and a towering frame ceased running so that he could listen. Ducking down he shifted towards one of the trees, head pulled back to hover lest the horn upon them grind against the trunk. The two could not have gotten very far, and it was a surprise that they had not been found yet. Of course, if they had been found since Cetus had insisted they split up Illex would be none the wiser until he returned.

That knowledge caused him to pout, the sound he had heard pulled apart and rendered useless in his mind. Metal claws pressed against the tree, palm against it as he used it as leverage to stand once more in a fluid motion. ”Split up, he says,” a petulant voice slipped forth, tones laced with bitter mockery directed at the one who had suggested the idea. ”We can cover more ground.” He continued to berate as he walked through the trees now scanning the ground but finding no fresh tracks that belonged to anything other than the wildlife out here. Drawing in a breath the warrior huffed, crossing his arms and causing the leather to creak as it banded around it to hold his weapons in place. ”He just wanted all of the fun, sending me down here where they aren't going,” he muttered, split tongue pressing at the inside of sharpened teeth. It had been quite near a day now, and whatever headway they had gotten would have placed them even further since the two had sprinted away on their steeds. He was swift, graced with the bolstering touch of the red lyrium he cherished so dearly, but he was still only on his feet.

He was beginning to hunger, though such feelings could be quelled for as long as possible before it became too much even for the elf’s determination and endurance. It was all odds stacked against him in this forceful excursion despite the nagging desire to give chase to the two who had fled. Dwelling on it caused the warrior to become lost in his own thoughts, surroundings falling to his subconscious when it gave him little tell of the two specific beings he hunted. The trail of blood they had first followed had stopped abruptly, and the large deer seemed to know where to place their weight when the ground had become slick with collected moisture. A lip twitched with the frustration, pointed metal scraping against his chin when it finally settled. Trees began to thin around him, dispersing as the environment changed and the sun came to fall across bare shoulders when Illex stepped into the open. It was a vague hope that if the quarry changed direction they would have gone towards the highway, but it was one he allowed himself if only for a couple more hours before he turned to go back and see if his kin had been more successful in their search.

Warmth cascaded upon him, pulled into pale and scarred skin to add to the heat already coiled in his body, and the warrior aligned himself away from the highway as best as he could. Despite his size he found it to be easy enough, stealing to the outskirts and creeping along the uneven terrain littered with rocky formations to shield himself from any who might be watching. Wind brushed up against him, bringing with it a curious collection of scents that caused nostrils to flare and his legs to change course. Illex slipped himself in the space between two larger boulders, tucked against a jagged construction with hands lifting to pull him higher up. Fingers were placed with care, pulled back so the sharp tips of the metal claws would deliver no sound from their contact with the stone. In the shadows he nestled himself, careful to tilt his body so that the long weapon at his back did not scrape or get stuck. It put him at an advantage over the one who approached, footsteps heard over the ground in a rhythm that caused pointed ears to twitch with a growing curiosity. A beast made lame, judging by the consistent shuffling, though it was not a creature belonging to the wildlife that came into view.

Illex stilled his breath at the close proximity, despite the slender figure having their back turned towards him. Charcoal colored cloth spanned over the man’s back, and as he turned his head Illex could see the pointed ears when lengthy black hair was pushed back. Faintly the warrior could pick up a voice murmuring, and saw the other elf’s lips moving before they became veiled behind the uncooperative tresses. A language Illex did not recognize, brows knitting together as he leaned forwards and a clawed hand slid across the stone to peer upon the strange newcomer. So closely Illex had been watching the portion of his revealed face that he hadn’t noticed the metal contraption attached to one of his arms. Pale grey eyes tracked the movement as it lowered to his side, head tilting as he eyed the extension to an arm that had been severed. He nearly clicked his tongue is disapproval, a scowl pulling at his angled features, yet instead remained content to watch the elf struggle. In search of something only the petite elf would know, although Illex could not find himself caring much in what it was. His own mind had its fixation, and slowly he began to unravel himself from the perch he had temporarily claimed.

So lost was he, this wounded creature, that he did not pick up on Illex’s presence until he had already touched upon the same ground the mangled elf stood upon. Idle musings ceased when a spine grew rigid and the shorter elf turned to face him with a quickness not thought possible with a lame leg. Openly Illex studied him, gaze narrowing as it trailed up and down the unknown elf’s body. So many pieces missing, leg bent out of shape, and with such difficulty navigating the terrain it left the warrior to wonder if he was out here all alone. Bands of gold encircled slender biceps, hardly any meat on the boy to be of use in such a fashion. More golden flecks trimmed the black, pulling across the gap that exposed an expanse of dark skin. Lips tugged in a small smile, chin tilting upwards as the warrior sauntered towards the one frozen in place. He did not notice the apprehension in those amber eyes, nor did he see the way the other elf begin to grow nervous with his approach. Fabric of a deep scarlet pressed against his legs from where it hung at his hips, the warrior taking in a breath only to expel it slowly. The other did not speak, and hardly moved, Illex stepping to the side with a considering hum rising in his throat. ”Dear boy,” he began, voice a gentle crooning as eyes raked across the other elf’s alluring features, ”I have a question for you that I hope you can answer.”

His chest lowered, a clawed hand dropping to slip fingers around the wrist of the metal arm. Illex reluctantly pulled his attention from the freckled and scarred face that had garnered his interest, smile faltering as he saw the craftsmanship up close. It was a firm pull, resistance felt yet ignored and a free hand touched against the smooth surface. Sliding up the length of the forearm a wandering hand found warm, bare skin. ”I am in search of two elves that might have come this way,” he continued, watching as the claws curled ever so slightly to drag the sharpened tips faintly upwards and relishing in the feeling of the upraised scar tissue that littered the severed appendage. It pulled a slight shiver down his spine, Illex turning his body until it aligned behind the smaller elf. The hand never left his body, coming to alight upon his narrow shoulders while the other reached to pull back the long, dark locks. Claw tips touched against a slender throat, and Illex finally allowed the same hand to find the other shoulder before him. Horned head tilted, braided leather brushing against the bare-faced elf, and he considered him as he turned to eye him. ”Perhaps in your travels you have seen them?” An inquiry uttered absently, focus drifting to the one he asked such things as he continued to study him.

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Rak`han Eroan
 Posted: Feb 5 2018, 10:57 PM
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Rak`han Eroan
24 YEARS OLD
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Craig
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Months had slowly begun to twist this life into something it had never been, something it had not known since Rak`han was no more than a boy. To be quite honest it was overwhelming and the mind of a runaway was never still and only offered difficulty when it came to wrapping itself around it all. Everything was so foreign to what had become known as the norm in Minrathous. From the scenery to those who surrounded him were vastly different as was what it was they asked of him, what was expected of him. They asked for little and at first offered no restriction of how the boy should act as if to test those boundaries that had been placed against him for so long. To see were discomfort rose and panic seized a mind that raced from one potential to the next.

It was as the freckled elf was seen struggling to adapt that the sisters stepped in for unlike many there were not blind to the apprehension that strung itself so tightly within the one who was once a slave, who followed another’s calling for years on end. For a creature who was once nothing more than a pet kept at the end of a leash, domesticated and caged, was set out into the wilds and expected to survive. Things just didn’t work like that and it didn’t fit into what had been known. A new life forced upon him, this freedom, unfortunately it did not settle well within the elf and the unknowing of a routine nearly made him sick. All of it needed to be presented slowly and it was only by mercy that the witches found their hands wrapped about the lost child’s throat.

Together they offered vastly different forms of direction and guidance as an ever watchful eye was settled upon the elf’s back. One by one they dragged the boy at their side, accompanying them on various tasks in a hope to ease the slave into this life. Menial tasks given in hope to set a mind at ease, at least to a degree, as it was left to Rak`han to work past the frustrations of a new limb that had been bound to his form. The metal did not function as intended for fingers did not always curl as they should, remaining stiff and unyielding, or a wrist remained slack when it should have grown ridged to couple smoothly into the desired moments. Even now the boy needed to practice such movements for they still remained a distant skill. At least it offered distraction to some of the worries this world could provide.

Even still they attempted to offer distraction in the means of searching yet in this cause the elf was displaced once again from what was to be known as home. Yet it was with their tugging upon a mental leash that kept the boy on task and following after the sisters into the place where the sun rode high and heat was ever present against bare shoulders. That soft golden gaze, a hint of light were it had once dimmed, turning about the place as silence had taken the tongues of companions who had split off in different directions. Steps belonging to the elf were grave as they set against the earth and movement against the terrain was slow as the bone had begun to heal itself although it sat disjointed from the rest. A cane still found itself settled within his left hand, wrapped in what digits remained fleshy rather than being replaced by steel that did not offer a sensation of touch or total control.

It set down with an adapted gait to offer a means of displacing the weight that had to be taken by an injured limb as Rak`han hoped to move against the terrain in search of the specific agriculture the sisters had asked of. They too were searching, a rare plant that grew only in the western approach beneath the waves of heat and between the cracks of the stone – it was only there it would be found. So it was there those honey eyes found themselves looking and offering distraction to the mind of an ever worrying creature. Metal fingers tracing upon an inlet of stone as steps pushed him onward for what was sought did not rest within these foundations, he needed to look elsewhere. At that moment an accented voice rose in mild frustrations as Tevene ran smoothly against his tongue before a crown was slowly shaken and a broken gait set out once more.

And as he was left to be enraptured by this welcome distraction the young mage, for the time, was left blind to the one who watched so carefully from a shadowed perch amongst the stone. There had been no one moments ago, no one since splitting from the sisters, though alarms still needed to be set and ready to go off. It was as the creature shifted that a signal was finally fired within those alerts as a stranger’s presence touched upon the senses. Immediately a spine stiffened, an auto response, as a form spun to face the one who quickly encroached upon the space that had once been left between them. Whoever this was moved without regard of another’s comfort as the once slave stumbled upon a wounded limb as it attempted to find purchase at the collection of weight that had been shifted upon it with a twisted movement.

Honeyed eyes found their fixation with a dawning fear that did not quite make it to being found within those angled features, still it bled into that worried gaze. For the man approached without attention to detail or it was just without concern for the ridged posturing of the chosen target as so many did back in Minrathous. Though then, as he did now, the boy forced himself to relax and to carefully melt into the applied weight of the other. This man moved with pride as he strode against the earth and allowed eyes to roam so freely against the runaway’s features. A quick glance was all this stranger was given and it was enough to see he was an elven being adorn in a skirt that hugged carefully against his hips. Weaponry lay itself carefully within a harness and perched upon his head was a crown decorated in horns and fangs Rak`han did not wish to question the origin of.

Upon that bare form scars littered themselves in a carefully carved pattern, something that was deliberately inflicted if Rak`han had to guess, for they bled from bright red tattoos that matched their racing stripes. All of it fell against strong features as muscles spoke of this creature being trained, a warrior to some degree. Yet none of this was capable of offering a distraction from the most off putting thing about this man – his eyes. Beady things as silver tones faded out nearly completely against tinted white sclera. Though it was not this that was questionable, no, it was the way sickly veins and a haze came to cloud that prying gaze which called out for an infection.

Pointed ears tilted back to hint upon the trepid nature of the boy as the assumed warrior’s eyes dared not leave their post, carving themselves upon the smaller male even as a hum rose carefully within the stranger’s throat. “Dear boy,” those tones echoed gently against the other’s tongue as it road upon a delicate hum even as eyes continued to rove against the freckled elf’s form. They pulled upon whatever that lean frame had to offer till the man simply stated that he had a question. Silence was all that fell upon Rak`han’s tongue as neither a yes or no was granted for if it could be asked, it wouldn’t matter, one who moved as this one did cared not what the other believed. Though it did not stop the way the runaway’s form attempted to shrink away as the stranger lowered himself partially.

Fingertips adorn in metal sounded out in resounding clicks as they tasted contact with the metal of a false limb that the elf chose to inspect. The smile that had once been against his features faltered at the sight of it, imperfection, and such dissatisfaction won a tug against the metal bound against flesh as if to test how it held up. A hard pull, firm, that was only felt as nerves at a missing joint set fire to work up into the shoulder in the way the stranger had ignored the resistance of a falsity to give. Slowly that wandering hand traced over the handiwork of another as that voice rose up again. He was looking for something, no, it was someone for elves came to cross his tongue as his seeking digits found pause when the warmth of a true form was found amongst scar tissue that littered the attachment.

Metallic digits curled against the freckled skin as claws began to toy with the delicate hide of a once known servant. It was in that moment, at the shutter of a form, that fingertips trailed up the length of the boy’s limb as the larger elf found himself circling to the side and hugging close to the smaller male’s hip. That touch stopped as a hand found itself perched upon Rak`han’s shoulder though the one that remained unused still found movement. For a freehand was brought to rake itself carefully through dark tresses that fell against the runaway’s shoulders. Digits wrapping carefully about the free locks as they were pushed back and out of the way as if they hid something.

Yet such thoughts were dismissed as fingertips danced upon the worried creature’s throat. Dragging with calculated ease as the boy swallowed carefully in a hope such unease was not felt by the one who allowed himself to pull so close. Slowly such a touch was drawn from place as metal digits found themselves pressing against the opposite shoulder as the stranger leaned forward, crown tilting as the beads of his headdress brushed against the boy’s hollow cheek. Slowly the runaway’s own crown turned as it could to eye the taller individual who practically leaned over him now. A gentle shake was given as a display there was no knowledge to give for the only elves had been seen months ago, far from here. They were unimportant, surely, to whoever this was yet an accented voice still rose upon Rak`han’s tongue as he regarded the warrior. “I am afraid I cannot help you, I have not seen many elves recently.” At least not until now for one hovered so near without a knowledge of boundaries, "You are the first I have run into here."

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Illex Sulahn
 Posted: Feb 6 2018, 02:38 PM
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Illex Sulahn
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Isilzheha
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Hands did wander, the same as the mind who commanded them with subconscious interest in the figure that wavered before him. Subtle ticks that signaled discomfort went unnoticed, any attempts made to pull back from the warrior’s approach so slight that in his fascination they did not map themselves upon his perception. No, a decision had already been made to transfix on the other elf, such a delicately crafted frame stumbling with his gradual approach as long legs carried the tainted elf ever closer. A posture grew rigid, Illex noticing it though it did not register in his mind that it was he causing the other discomfort, lame leg shifting over the earth as what remained of the smaller elf’s hand clutched at a cane. Such a cane that was more decorated than the false appendage, a crude display of hurried craftsmanship that only brought a scrutinizing stare when Illex turned his attentions towards it. Eyes of gold flecked with hues far richer traveled along the warrior’s body in a scrutiny of his own, and Illex’s shoulders set as he corrected his spine and offered a faint smile when he called out to the newfound object of interest. No words were given in the way of a response, though it was only to be expected as he had not finished his thought. Interruptions would not be tolerated, Illex taking his time addressing the other elf with careful consideration.

It was possible he could have seen the two the warrior longed to find, even if it was a far stretch, and it was by that logic that he encircled the petite man. Restraint had to be put into place to resist the temptation to allow his hands to travel across the bare-faced elf’s body, knowing full well that such forward actions tended to be frowned upon from others. It was because of his interest in the timid creature that he exhibited self-control, claws plucking at the crude configuration of metal that extended from his elbow. Muscles tensed ever so slightly when the other pulled away, a reluctance to allow Illex to hold the appendage easily tossed aside as reflex in a mind drifting idly to the shoddy work he knew could have been done better. It was quick, perhaps, to give him leverage where the absence would not, but Illex still wrinkled his nose at it. Even as he finally directed his attention back towards the subject matter of the lost elves that did not stop him from admiring the skin beneath his hands, or the feeling of the elf’s dark hair as it slid through his fingers. A faint sensation, dulled by the presence of the claws that capped them, but one that made the warrior only get closer nonetheless. An urge to trace the lines of the man’s lithe figure was quelled, hands settling upon the narrow shoulders as he almost pulled him against his body just to tilt his horned head and gaze upon his profile.

That smooth cheek shifted, and not too long after a lip twitched as they parted and ears drew back at the warrior’s inquiry. Illex had patience, content to drink in the scarred features with even further inspection. Points of darkened skin littered themselves across the plains of rich, ochre skin with freckling that descended down before stubborn cloth hid them from view. Clawed fingers began to drum along his shoulders as the elf deliberated, eyebrows lifting in wait of the other’s response. He, too, deliberated, neck bobbing as he swallowed and his head turned to look at the warrior who loomed so near. Illex’s smile broadened when he began to speak, decorated ears flicking at the sound of accented tones as they wavered. He could not place the accent, nor the language that had come with it, but hearing him speak Illex found himself longing to hear more. Even if what he said denounced any knowledge of those Illex sought that smile never faltered. ”That is unfortunate,” he said almost softly, pale gaze roaming the upturned face. He could feel the other still leaning away despite the discomfort it gave him to put weight on a twisted limb. Illex allowed his face to relax with a gentle sigh, hands slipping from the smaller elf’s shoulders to rest at his biceps. ”One of them I did not see. My clanmate described the foul elf to me, in case I should see him,” he continued, nostrils flaring as he took in a slow breath.

Taking in the scent of the other before he pulled his head back, seeing the way fear hovered in a fiery gaze though Illex could not think of why that would be. Carefully he turned to look around them, behind himself, as if perhaps another had been spotted to cause such a reaction. ”Tall, taller than you, he is. Well, they both are. A face scarred, much like yours, with hideous branching tattoos. A mage who had been stricken yet did not go down as intended.” Turning back to the unknown elf his hands moved back up to the shoulders, one pulling away to rest at his crown. ”The other… He has darker hair,” he mused, tips of his claws angled down until they scraped lightly over the bare-faced elf’s scalp before pulling down through the long, dark locks. ”Shorter than this, and he liked to wear it up. I think he looked much better with it down, though.” The warrior turned his head in a passing contemplation, hand now freed of the hair it caressed falling upon the side of his head. Bracing palms on either side Illex turned him to look forward once more without thinking, touch toying with the remnants of the elf’s ears. ”He had no ears when we found him. I made him some to complete him. He was rather ugly without them, hardly looked like an elf at all. Once he had them, however, he was perfect.”

Illex smiled fondly at the recollection, claws pressed dangerously close to the other man’s widened eyes yet it was not something he noticed, lost in the reverie. ”His name is Eirik, a Dalish that was going to renounce his faith to the false gods until he showed up and stole him away,” Illex continued to say, a bitterness creeping into his voice as fingers curled and sharp points poked firmly against the skin of the foreign elf’s face. ”Eirik went with him, turning his back just as easily. So now,” he murmured, ”I must find them. They must be punished.” Finally he noticed the way the elf had begun to struggle slightly at the pressure upon his face, Illex pulling his hands back in a silent apology as his brows furrowed. ”I will ask again, now that you know what they look like,” he said, roughly pulling the smaller man against him until his back was flush with his body as he faltered with the abrupt motion and weight shifted. An arm extended around and a palm rested against the exposed skin between the golden threading, fingers nudging it aside to remove any obstruction. He was losing the battle with himself to indulge in the beautiful features this one had to offer, beginning to feel possessive as if he had known this elf for more than the handful of minutes they actually had. ”Have you seen these two elves?”

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Rak`han Eroan
 Posted: Feb 20 2018, 02:05 AM
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Rak`han Eroan
24 YEARS OLD
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Runaway Slave
Craig
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Muscled frame postured itself, straightened out as the scarred male noticed the runaway’s golden gaze roving each feature quickly. It was as if the other thought the boy was impressed and were it not for the forward movements, the predatory fashion that articulated itself through every twitch, or the infection that sang with a haunting tune perhaps attraction of some sort could be found. If not for the creature’s personality at least for the way muscles had built themselves upon the warrior’s nearly bare form. Yet this was not the reality that was able to be welcomed upon a suppressed mind as Rak`han could only focus on withholding his fears, only to displace it within those honey speckled eyes. The runaway took in the stranger as they would any other in a hope to make judgement before they came to draw near but such an act was not granted.

For this one was forward, nearly as much as some in Minrathous had been to one seen as property, who sought to do as this elf now did as hands found themselves placed upon a body that did not want them there. Yet vocals did not come to announce this displeasure as a tongue had long been told to be stilled though a mind could not help but to shift, to lock upon the vocals that fell in a careful pattern against eardrums. Torn ears set back as palms, the only skin felt as metal digits ran their course, traced themselves upon every angle that could be found. Dipping upon the front of a worried throat, trailing upon a collarbone before fabric came to cross that path of skin, until finally hands set themselves upon narrow shoulders. No further contact was given though the marked elf’s frame hovered dangerously near as thoughts of the past crept through the runaway’s mind as the other’s digits curled against the hide they had found.

Claws began to drum in thought upon those freckled angles as accented words fell across Rak`han’s tongue. Such lyrics, although they were not helpful, brought that smile to widen against the stranger’s features and decorated ears to flick upward as if excited despite the words. In a strange way the man appeared to be content while at the same time disappointed as tones hummed in carefully constructed patterns between his lips, it was unfortunate. The runaway found himself leaning away though such an act came to freeze as metal capped digits came to trail the curve of his shoulders. They laced themselves over the golden bangles but did not stop to investigate for the male was far more interested in finding contact with any of the exposed skin the slave could offer him. For now those hands found themselves coiling about the boy’s slender biceps as a sigh pulled with a careful grace from the stranger’s lungs.

While a heartbeat rose, spiked to a degree, it could not find itself to hammer within the boy’s chest no matter the actions the other took. Contact such as this was forced to be made common and in comparison it was nothing as the hands that found themselves to roam only offered minor conflictions, they had not grown hungry. Still the runaway’s body came to still, stiffen, as the stranger inhaled with a slow drawl before that hovering form leaned back but not far enough to offer release. A touch was unforgiving as nerves came to life at the touch of those metal claws came to drag upon the elf’s skin as the warrior began to speak of those he sought while a glance was taken over his shoulder as if looking for something else at the same time.

Descriptions were flat, uninterested in the first who was spoken of as the being was come to be labeled with disgust by even those proclaimed to give description from the clan. A mage, taller than Rak`han, who harbored a scarred face coated in the branching tattoos of a Dalish. Whoever it was had been wounded but was not killed as this elf and his clan had intended. It was upon those words hands shifted upon the younger being’s body once more as they became displaced and ran against those freckled shoulders before one pulled back and came to rest within the hanging tresses of the mage’s crown. Metal finger tips curling down against his scalp though the touch was nearly tender but that was far from the correct wording to use. As a threat hovered as those claws raked upon the skin were dark locks sprouted as the stranger began to speak of the one who traveled with the mage, the second being this elf was looking for.

Dark hair, shorter than the boy’s own, which tended to be worn up was the first descriptor given as the stranger found comparisons between this unknown being and the one now in his grasp. Fingers pulled through Rak`han’s hair in gentle regard yet that touch tapered into something far more dominating as palms found themselves settled upon either side of the boy’s skull. Force was put into the hold as the younger elf was made to face forward as metal capped fingers idly ran themselves against what was known to be the remains of once pointed elven ears. It was clear that this action fell into place as he returned to describing the missing party. An elf who had no ears but was made to be perfect to the faded stare of this obsessive creature who claimed to have replaced them, filled the void of what was gone with parts unreal but served a purpose.

The look upon the warrior’s face went unseen but what could not be ignored was the way claws came to curl against the slave’s own. Pain, dull and hardly registered in the moment, danced were nails dug into the thin freckled skin upon his features as a name spilled forth from the infected being – Eirik. Such a name was all that was needed for realization to settle within the currently held elf’s mind and when it came it seemed to hit all at once. Valasan, that was who this man wanted, it was the only one who had been known by Rak`han who even knew the one known as Eirik and fit the description. It seemed obvious now as the description played back through his memory. A mage, taller than he, with a face marked with scars that were only noticeable once one got close enough for they were hidden within the branching tattoos of Mythal’s symbolism. A shallow breath was drawn in only to be pushed out with a slow motion as if it would calm the tempo of a heart that now trembled with a sense of worry.

Valasan, he was hunted by this man who carried with him an distant but angry song that could only match the way lyrics coiled like venom from his tongue as the warrior prattled on. Bitterness rising as proclamation was made Eirik had been stolen from him though all Rak`han could focus on was that the one who actually dared to show kindness had been wounded – would that slow him down? It was not something that could be pondered long as the infected individual prattled on about the once coveted one and of the turning away false gods before the man was stolen away by the mage. Upon that note anger rose within that tone and the way those prying digits came to dig harshly into the runaway’s skin which drew him to shift slightly. It was a cruel embrace that was quickly taken away as if realization, on part of the stranger, was suddenly found. Palms pulling back completely though he left behind a small spattering of blood spots as they oozed from the thin skin claws had pricked when ire went unchecked.

There was no lasting pain, it was a small wound that would close without leaving a mark, but even so there was no peace to be found even when the stranger’s touch faded away. Apology within that furrowed brow went unseen as Rak`han dared not look back at the one who has forcefully turned him away merely seconds ago. Place had been dictated by the stranger and the once slave was not one to challenge the actions of one as forward as this one. Focus set against the lyrics that rose once more in question now that a description had been given, a pondering on if the bare faced elf knew of the individuals who had been spoken of. Yet no such tones would dare rise against the boy’s tongue, for to speak would be to sentence them each to death.

Yet such a thought was ushered from place as hands were once more upon him with a far rougher motion as the stranger pulled him back till that scarred chest came flush with the fabric which coated the slave’s spine. A surprised gasp found itself stolen from Rak`han’s lungs though any other sound was stifled behind teeth that came together quickly as if it would aid in this refrain. The act itself was unexpected and did not bode well towards balance as the smaller elf was easily offset for a limb could not hold the weight it was supposed to. So easily was he jerked back only to still as the unwanted support was found against the broad chest of the warrior whose hands once more began to wander. There was more hunger in them this time as digits came to slide against the golden threads before dipping into the folds of cloth that clung so closely to the mage’s form.

And even as the other’s tones died down and the boy settled as much as could be done against the other and those roving palms, he remained silent. Slowly, carefully, accented lyrics that carried against his tongue gently with a false honesty came to be known. “Again, I apologize,” a hope to not anger this being, “I have neither seen nor heard of elves that fit those descriptions.” Breathy laughter, a hopeful cure to silent panic as soft vocals rose as if charmed, “From the way you described them, especially this Eirik, they seem as if they would be hard to forget.” That lying tongue drew against his lips before dragging back between teeth in consideration, “Should I happen across them, is there anything you would ask me to do for you?” A promise that would never be kept but it was an innocent enough question, at least Rak`han hoped it was, for hands which could so easily deliver violence still danced upon his skin.

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Illex Sulahn
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 04:54 AM
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Illex Sulahn
28 YEARS OLD
He/Him
Warrior
14
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Elf
SHIPPER
REQUEST
APPLICATION
DEVELOPMENT
Berserker
Cultist
Isilzheha
He/Him/Monster - EST


The fascination he held for the creature before him was subjective, nothing but surface value presented to him and despite the shortcomings Illex found himself enraptured by the planes of his body and the way bones pressed so delicately to the skin of his shoulders and face. Even with the cloth that clung to his torso it left little to the imagination, and the warrior could not help the desire he felt to see more. It was not a physical attraction, although that rested in the back of his mind, but one of fascination that drowned out the nervousness that coiled within the body Illex touched so boldly. Attention to detail fell into details of fixation, unknowing of the trepidation the lame elf felt despite the way muscles tightened and shoulders bunched. In his travels the infected elf has seen a good number of faces from all walks of life, and each in their own ways had held a beauty that appealed to Illex, though the elf he positioned himself behind harbored a different allure. Such an allure that kept hands resting on the source of it, idle musings stirring a small shiver within the smaller frame that had attempted to lean away and turn to see the decorated elf as he spoke.

A look that was not allowed when Illex turned his head forward, the bitterness he suddenly felt slipping down into the curled claws that prodded against thin flesh until it bunched around the pressure and beneath the force bone could be felt. Illex felt the way the smaller elf’s head twitched with a slight tremble, movement forced to be slight so sharp points would not pierce further into the skin they had come to hold. Resistance was not given despite the discomfort, Illex lost in his thoughts as fingers peeled back with realization of the aggression behind the action. The warrior did not seek to harm this elf, far from it, and the frown that tugged at his lips was telling of this. No longer did the nameless one turn his head to look at the figure behind him, a sign of submission when he had been forced to look forward out of absent contemplation. So compliant he became, and Illex found even such a small thing as this interesting. Those the infected elf crossed tended to react negatively, fear and aggression turned upon him for reasons unknown. Not entirely, in some cases, as vocal as those creatures were in their hatred, but that did not justify their actions. Illex cut them down with ease, as he did any other who thought to cross him, and no longer did they live to hold such animosity.

Urges rose to the surface, a closeness yearned for from the other who remained an anomaly in the hunt the warrior had been conducting. A welcome distraction from the inevitable failure, yet a small hope all the same that perhaps the wounded and the betrayer would have been seen by this man. Unable to contain these urges any longer Illex pulled him back, ears twitching at the sound of feet shuffling with the sudden change of positioning. A gasp lifted from the stranger’s lips, soft and full of surprise, and Illex tilted his adorned head in careful consideration as he took the weight of the smaller being against his chest. His silence was unusual to one so used to hearing others speak, sometimes far too much or at the wrong moments, and Illex was drawn further in while an arm cradled against the other’s chest. Metal pushed against the fabric and gilding to touch against skin once more, thoughts pulling back to the true quest in mind almost reluctantly. An inquiry in passing, reiterating the need to find the two he sought even if the impact had been lessened with the new arrival that stole his focus entirely.

Teeth clicked together, long hair shifting where it was trapped between their bodies as the smaller figure remained stiffened until relaxation was forced when a twisted leg could not hold the weight. Nostrils flared as Illex inhaled slowly, taking in the scent that clouded his senses as patience was given for the elf to collect his bearings. A stuttering heartbeat could be felt against the palm that splayed across his chest, and just this once Illex felt a longing to allow digits to toy with the skin where feeling could be had. Covered in the constructions the warrior had made for himself it allowed for little contact, disappointment forming in his mind only to be quelled when the bare-faced elf spoke. Claws drew back as fingers curled only to straighten again, a gentle caress as sharpened tips grazed the skin before the smooth lengths drew over the smaller elf’s nipple. Stealing a touch of flesh upon flesh between the bands of metal that helped secure the permanent caps, the warrior hearkening to the other as breath ghosted out in airy laughter. Illex canted his head, brows furrowing at the proclamation that the elves had not been seen nor had this one heard of them.

Suspicions brought to rest with the truth of it, a small hum of contemplation rising in the warrior’s throat as his hand wandered down to trace along the stomach as much as his reach would allow. A small smile turned his lips upwards at the mention of the unforgettable Eirik, although it was far from fond remembrance, pale gaze catching the movement of the smaller elf’s mouth. Pink muscle prodded at his lip before disappearing back where it had come from, Illex leaning into the elf with interest captured fully. A question was uttered before he could speak, wondering if perhaps there was anything the infected desired should this boy see the two described. Illex scoffed, claws dragging faintly upwards as he removed his hand slowly from within the shirt so it could push against his shoulder. The other hand lifted from where it had been bracing the stranger’s hip, climbing higher until a palm pressed against the front of that decorated throat. It forced his head back against the warrior’s shoulder, fingers guiding the chin up so that Illex could lower his own and peer upon those freckled features. ”I do not need you to do anything should you see them,” he murmured, ”I will do it myself.” Horned head remained tilted as he eyed the scarred face, pressure applied to the jaw to roll his head for a better view.

It brought their faces tantalizingly closer, inches apart, and a darkened expression crossed over his own face. ”If I were to find them, I would rend them limb from limb,” he said curtly, giving the elf’s left arm a firm tug when claws curled around his bicep once more. ”I would start with the one who disrupted us to begin with. His blasphemous vallaslin would be removed piece by piece, first of all.” As if to emphasize the hand at the other’s throat rode up until claws could be pressed into the thin skin. This time it was deliberate, therefor more gentle, the pinpricks of blood drawn from moments ago going unnoticed. Metal raked down in sharp movements, jaw clenching as Illex could almost picture it. ”Then I likely would pluck his lying tongue right from his mouth,” he hummed, fingers pulling back to prod at the bare-faced elf’s lips. His gaze shifted away as he mulled it over, the scene already having played in his mind the moment he had been told.

”I suppose he will not be much of a problem for longer,” Illex said after a pause, a knowing grin splitting his lips as sharpened teeth flashed. Cetus had told him of the arrows dipped in red, meeting their mark to spread corruption even if the host was undeserving of the gift he no doubt began to feel by now. ”I sure would like to be there for his final moments, but I can make do without that vile creature.” Attention returned to the other elf, a glint of excitement sparking in his gaze. Eirik, however,” he sighed forcefully, smile lessening yet never leaving his mouth as Illex reluctantly shoved his chest into the back of the other. It pushed him forward, a guided movement as hands never left his body and spun him around to face the warrior. Golden eyes were wide, wavering, though it was not fear that Illex saw. He was not interested in such things now, the feeling unnecessary in his mind and not focused upon because of it. The infected elf closed the gap between them that he had created, stabilizing the lame being as he struggled to remain upright without difficulty. ”Oh, what I would do to sweet Eirik if I found him…” he began, eyes falling downward as he trailed off.

Against the calm desire to see the Dalish one last time rode the heatwave of desired vengeance, hands finding what remained of this elf’s ears as gray eyes lifted and narrowed. Tugging none too gently against the ruined ears reminiscent of the Dalish’s the warrior shook his head faintly with hardly contained ire. ”I would take back what I made him, because people who stab you in the back do not deserve such gifts,” he hissed, releasing his hold at the completion of the thought and not because of the pained look upon the freckled face before him. Fervently his touch glided down, Illex nearly pressed against him again as he reached between his legs. His palm brushed along what hung there, lingering, as a shaky breath was taken in and a suggestive look was given. ”I would rip it off with my bare hands, dear boy. That Dalish cannot be allowed to touch any other, nor is anyone else allowed to touch him.” Searching the features of the other Illex’s brows pulled together as he moved his hand to one of his hips, the other pushing his chin up. It had fallen, as did his gaze, and with gentle coaxing he gazed into those amber hues once again. ”Are you following me?” he asked bluntly, genuinely concerned the elf had not been.

When a silent affirmation was given the warrior beamed, straightening his spine as he righted himself and hands clapped together once. ”Perfect!” Illex leaned back on one foot, away from the bare-faced elf as an arm crossed over his body while the other propped up on it so a finger could be curled beneath his own chin. ”Of course I would do more, though I think you get my point. I got a little side-tracked,” he said sheepishly, thumb and forefinger pinching together. ”As you said, you have not seen them nor have you heard of them. Clearly they have not come this way, otherwise I would have found them already. So there is no need to worry about such things any longer. My kin will find them, of that I have no doubt.” His eyebrows rose as he nodded, an obvious confidence in the skills of his clanmates placed in the words. It was not without frustration still, however, suspicion still put into place that Cetus and Tahnarel had sent him in the wrong direction on purpose.

As he looked upon the magnificent, broken creature standing so perfectly still before him these frustrations could easily be forgiven. Illex cupped his face, stance returning to where it had been before as he loomed over the other in such close proximity. ”But enough about me. Let’s talk about you,” he said lightly, a thumb drawing carefully over the smaller elf’s cheekbone. ”You truly are a beautiful thing, don’t you know?” A musing spoken aloud, voice a murmur as eyes could not get enough of the elf. ”What is your name?” he asked finally, hands pulling back to find his shoulders again. Preliminaries had been skipped in his urgency, the warrior attempting to make up for lost ground and still his utter compulsion to allow his hands to continue exploring. They squeezed instead with the mental resistance as if that would help, a pleasant look never leaving the warrior’s face all the while.

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Rak`han Eroan
 Posted: Feb 23 2018, 04:26 PM
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Rak`han Eroan
24 YEARS OLD
he/him
Mage
83
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Elf
SHIPPER
REQUEST
APPLICATION
DEVELOPMENT
Blood Mage
Runaway Slave
Craig
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Only a fool would be blind to what may have kept the warrior in place even after the dismissive lyrics that knowledge was not held in regard to the two Dalish that had been sought out this direction. No, it was no lie that the runaway had not seen them here, but the truth was held under tongue as little desire played upon a racing mind to even express that they had been meet before. Time even spent in the company of one for a number of rising suns would not be recounted to the infected being who hunted them. To Rak`han’s relief the warrior found no need to question it further for the words that pressed so delicately against that tongue were taken as they should have been who did not know to think otherwise, it was nothing but the truth.

Yet the stranger remained as the beads which hung from the larger elf’s horned crown came to tap upon the runaway’s cheek when a neck craned towards the smaller male who was taken against his chest. The warrior cradled the freckled boy to him as hands wandered about a ridged posture that attempted to grow lax as it had many times before. Though what muscles flexed refused to let falsity slide against the form beneath that invasive touch as those metal capped digits set so heavily against the skin that held itself so tightly against an underweight frame. Flesh of the palm settled and pressed lightly against the drumming beat of the slave’s heart that dared to race and betray that sense of worry that collided with the exterior of fear shining in the way those amber eyes betrayed themselves in the way they mooned.

No desire felt within to remain complacent to these acts yet years in Minrathous had twisted a mind into the belief there is nothing to do but accept. So even as a collision mixed of metal and flesh ran against the boy’s skin which twitched with each prod of those claws, there was nothing said nor done to turn the other way. Rather silent allowance was given as the warrior’s digits curled and flattened out as they sought refuge upon the hide that did not seek them out. Claws finding themselves raking against a taut hide that was ready to split should too much pressure be applied within that mismatched caress. Surprisingly, at the time, the warrior was mindful in the way those fingers trailed upon the mage’s form. Palm dipping lower against that sunken frame as each extension of the warrior found themselves toying were they did not belong. An extended reach that did not fade as the man allowed himself to push even further past the fabric that concealed that freckled form from sight.

Metal caps prodded into each groove only to be followed by what remained of touch as each digit dipped so easily between the ribs were they stood out from one another. A gliding touch all that remained as investigation slowly died upon the chest till a palm set upon a flat stomach. That was where the movement stopped, at least for now, though Rak`han wished for nothing more than that to be the end of it and for that touch as well as the form attached to it to fall away. Yet as an inquiry of duty spiked with an apparent boldness a scoff came to expel itself roughly through the warrior’s lips. Disappointment hovered upon that single note as a mind could only thing of the worst outcome as it had in those within Minrathous. Their ire brought out by their displeasure in what a former slave had or could have provided them no matter the task had resulted in more reprimanding than one could recount.

Now there was a fear towards even the smallest mistake be it in word, action, or even thought. Regrets building in a fraction of a second after some defiance dared to rise into place or in cases such as this it was set upon a question that may have been a mistake. The difference between this stranger and those of Tevinter was the mystery that revolved around each, more so what came to cloud reading upon this warrior. Thus far there was no telling sign of what would or could be done as each forceful act bled into the next as a past ire seemed to fuel them more so than the words or actions of Rak`han himself. Though he made no claims of knowing just yet as the stranger’s hand finally pulled free of the boy’s shirt only to firmly plant itself upon a shoulder once more.

What once rested upon a narrow hip slowly rode higher across the elven mage’s form. Sliding so easily over the angled contours of that frame till the man’s palm came to press heavily against Rak`han’s throat. In an instant pressure was set upon it and the runaway’s crown was forced back till it kissed the bridge of the warrior’s shoulder. A breath was drawn in sharply, as if it were an instinct now when a hand found his throat, with the expectation that hold was about to become far more than it was had been engrained within his mind. So suddenly, so easily, did a body prepare to the extent it could for an air supply to be robbed away. However, beneath that act of suspected violence the pressure never came. Instead capped digits rolled over the boy’s chin to guide it higher and force those golden pools to lay against the warrior’s own faded silver gaze.

Steady the large male’s voice rose against his tongue as nothing more than a carefully murmured set of lyrics that told the boy nothing had to be done on his part. This infected being would do all the work himself, he would be the one to force the two Dalish who had escaped the jaws of death to pay the price he saw so fitting they deserved. It was on those tone’s Rak`han’s jaw was shifted as a crown was pushed to the side in order to bring those angled features that much closer to the one who held the invasive touch. So close was the mage to witness the way the other elf’s expression darkened as a mind began to shift gears, shift towards the desires that came with the punishment that would be inflicted upon Valasan and Eirik should they ever be caught.

Severed ears set back with that wavering hint of nervousness as the hand that did not hold a head in place gradually moved about. Finger curling against body parts as the warrior emphasized each and every point. A harsh but deliberate pull given to an arm that was still fully intact as the man spoke of rending each elf limb from limb. It was nearly clear how much delight would be taken in carving away the tattoos that spoke of their heritage before removing a tongue that told nothing but lies. The man’s hand suddenly rode highly against the boy’s throat as claws came to curl against the thin skin which adorn a skull. Points slowly raked across those freckled features though they did not seek to pierce as they had upon the temples to speckle droplets of blood about the eyes, no, this time they only left white drag lines which slowly reddened and began to fade against the natural pigment.

Fingers then prodded upon the curve of Rak`han’s lips, claws curling and pushing against the way they set against one another as if to push in. Though the slave does not dare allow such soft features to part, rather they come closer together for the stranger spoke of removing what lay just beyond that small barrier. It was not an action forced as words twisted upon Valasan and how he would not be a problem for much longer. Uncertainty clawed itself through the fear, questioning, wondering what had been meant by such things for the warrior seemed confident in this knowledge as a toothy grin split against tattooed features. Worry further set itself into an already trembling pace of a frantic heart as death was not something the mage wished upon the other, Rak`han desired life to be granted though it was clear this elf thought differently as he spoke so easily of their ends and how they would come about.

Once more Eirik’s name pulled against the larger male’s tongue as a sort of passion came to light within those fixated eyes just as a chest came to shove against the lame elf’s back with enough force to throw him off balance. Hands remained upon that delicate frame as the slave was made to turn around and face the deliberately scarred individual. Molten eyes fixated as fear hinted upon their outer visage as limbs scrambled to find purchase beneath that dominating touch. Little time was given before the infected being stole away the distance and once more took the weight of the runaway upon himself as muscles flexed to support a creature that seemed to hold no weight at all within that hold. Rak`han, the unwilling, was drawn into that hold as he still struggled. Movements which halted once footing had been found though the fear of consequences kept a body from pulling back as the boy allowed himself to be trapped in place as this stranger allowed his gaze to fall away.

Hands continued to explore as they rose against the Rak`han’s face in a trailing motion against his cheeks till each found the remains of those pierced ears. Metal soon tasted it’s brethren as aggression was put into the act of pinching the skin between them. Eyes filled with anger twisted upon the slave as the stranger tugged upon tattered remains with enough strength to cause the boy to wince. Pain making itself known as the runaway sought to remove the sensation as anger made itself known in the stranger’s actions and even more so in the way lyrics began to hiss between jagged fangs, teeth sharpened in a way so that none would be flat. Ire that expelled from the warrior did not hold focus upon the slave, it was not meant for him, but it was enacted in part as a gateway to the relief that could not be gathered as Eirik was not found.

A promise ignited against the warrior’s tongue to take back what had been given to the ungrateful who had turned his back upon him. It was when the hands fell from Rak`han’s ears that the way a hand slide against the front of his form that the touch grew with an urgency as it fed lower upon the entrapped elf’s body. Slowly a spine stiffened and the difficulty to refrain from turning away dismissively only grew. The stranger made himself known as a hand pushed against and cupped what lay between the mage’s thighs. That fiery gaze dropped away and strands of dark tresses rolled against narrow shoulders as there was no more will to look upon the other, there never had been. Though it was a feeling that grew the more the stranger seemed to be fighting the urge to come closer as a shaken breath was drawn in coupled to a known look which was directed towards the boy who had begun to shrink away. Few had cared what actions were taken in a slave and some almost preferred knowing they would not be told no.

The same could nearly be said now as that amber gaze refused to lift and the boy continued to look down and away from the one who carried an angry song within his skin, who spoke of ripping off the parts he hovered against. Slowly those hands pulled away only to brace themselves upon narrow hips as one glided up to push against a fallen chin as no confirmation was found as those golden pools remained down and submissive to the stranger’s unwanted actions. Carefully that fallen gaze was delivered back into those silver hues as they became fixated within the slave’s own honeyed pools. Question echoed roughly against the warrior’s tongue, inquiry on the level of understanding. A nod was all that could work itself through Rak`han’s crown as slight pressure was set against the male’s hand to the action while no words rose against a stilled tongue.

With that confirmation the stranger appeared pleased as suddenly he pulled back and left the lame boy stranded when it came to holding his own weight. Quickly purchase was found against the cane clasped within a partially functional hand as only the fleshy fingers were able to wrap themselves about the shaft of that gilded support as it was set unceremoniously against the earth. Dragging across the rocks till it came to perch next to the wounded limb’s hip as a posture was adjusted in hopes to shield oneself against the forwardness this being displayed. And for a fraction of a moment the runaway was able to judge himself safe from that seeking touch as careful musing drew the warrior to fold a single arm against that broad chest. Glee touched against the man’s lips only briefly before they melted into words that stole away whatever ease had been able to come over the mage in the moment.

Rak`han did not challenge the place he had been made to stand for the one who did so remained so near, just an outreached arm’s length away, so he dared not to speak. Rather the boy silently listened as the way ears tilted could only decrease further with each lyric that pulled from the warrior’s lips. However, eyes dared to remain where they had been guided to be placed when a chin had been set after momentary displacement. In that single act the warrior had told the runaway sights were to remain up and focused on the one who mattered – obviously that was not Rak`han himself. So the boy made a show of paying attention as the man spoke with confidence that the two in hiding would eventually be found, then they would pay. The elven mage, well, he had different thoughts on the matter as a mind rehearsed pleading songs that the opposite occurred. That each, even Eirik, would find their peace when it came in regards to this volatile individual who sought to inflict varying degrees of harm upon either of them. They surely did not deserve it.

Such prayers were brought to a stop as the momentary distance was taken back as the muscled being found it within himself to steal away one of the small comforts found within this interaction. Capped digits soon found themselves cupping the boy’s face as the towering individual hovered over him once more as a grin fell against those tattooed features. The marks were far from any Dalish ones that had been seen while moving from place to place in Tevinter or even any that had been encountered on the wild elves, those who were free of the confines of another. Yet this individual carried with him tattoos that pulled in lines against his features before fading out into marks etched against his skin. Did it relate to the Gods he had spoken so briefly of?

It didn’t matter, not truly, as those gentle thoughts were thrust into a different realm as quarries of another made themselves known. The warrior proclaimed it as enough about him though all that had been revealed were the actions that would be fed from his ire. Though the mage said nothing of it as the stranger’s thumb had already begun to trace the contours of his cheekbone. “Let's talk about you,” such lyrics rose with what seemed to be of genuine interest though Rak`han could only suspect it was for all the wrong reasons. Suspicions which were nearly confirmed as the next line rolled idly upon that tongue in delicate musing. That capped thumb seemed to grow heavier with a weight that was not applied for it carried with it a gentle stroke coupled into complimentary words that drew upon a boy’s desire to cower away from the unnamed being.

Golden gaze wavered briefly, flicking down and away before coming to find the warrior once more with a pleading look as if something had been done wrong and it was known. Those tones which had found themselves set so easily against the infected being’s tongue were ones that had been heard so many times before in false crescendos from a number of lips that wanted only a small number of things from the one once known as nothing more than a slave. Knowledge pressed itself to the surface for comfort was not needed to play into the practiced graces that twisted into the chorus of beauty. No one wanted to know they were not the first to utter such things so eyelids fell against those amber eyes as a lidded gaze found itself joining the gentle musing upon the runaway’s vocals. “Thank you, my Lord.”

The tones cut suddenly there as a title unfit of the elven warrior fell from lips that were so used to addressing humans who walked the streets of Minrathous, Lord or Lady whichever it was they preferred to be known as. Rak`han stuttered briefly for this one was no Lord, he was no master who held tight to a chain, yet the practice of subservience had trained a slave’s tongue. Correction was quickly offered as ears set back, colored with a sense of embarrassment for a slip up, in a hope to satisfy and resist any questioning towards such an act. “Forgive me, I merely meant to extend my thanks.”

Though that breath was not allowed to die down as there was another inquiry set against him before worry could fully fall into place of what the stranger would pry into. Hope rested in the fact he would merely walk away, but that was not likely. “I am Rak`han of Magister…” once more there was thought put behind such words, a break set into what once so easily left his tongue. “Of no one and nothing, I am merely Rak`han now.” Sights found themselves looking upon the other with false interest that coiled about that equally as broken song that came from within. “Who do I have the pleasure of meeting? What should I call you?”

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Illex Sulahn
 Posted: Apr 1 2018, 12:28 AM
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Illex Sulahn
28 YEARS OLD
He/Him
Warrior
14
POSTS
Elf
SHIPPER
REQUEST
APPLICATION
DEVELOPMENT
Berserker
Cultist
Isilzheha
He/Him/Monster - EST


Even though thoughts swirled in rapid motions within the elven warrior’s mind it was not hard to find a point of focus amidst the chaos. A deep thrum at the back of his mind urged him to that point, a ghosting touch at the small of his back pushing him into the fray so that the anger and irritation bubbled to the surface. Illex clung to it, as he often did, just as hands clung to the frail frame that was pressed against his own far more superior one. So delicate the specimen is, so pliable beneath hands that could not help but explore what it had to offer. Hardly any emotion showed from this one, and unlike many of the others Illex had encountered he did not shy away from him. At least, in his perception he did not. Instead he listened, moving in tandem with the warrior’s inclinations, which already became more than anyone else had given the infected being in the past. Some in his own clan, those he called family and friends, did not have such respect. It only added to the fascination, the growing obsession, that so easily became drowned beneath the waves of frustration brought about by the two males Illex now hunted.

Such fantasies flickered into fabrication with precision, the amount of detail that poured into them bringing the infected away from reality. Despite the way bones pressed up against flesh across the planes of the other elf’s body Illex found a certain grace in the way his body felt. Though it was not with admiration that claws came to scrape and prod, hands pulling and gripping with intensity until that body began to tremble ever so slightly. Admiration became removed from the newest fixation, Illex overcome with the need to explain just what it is he will do when he found the two Dalish heathens. The stiffened body became nothing more than an accessory to the longing that wound firmly about the warrior's mind, tendrils of scarlet energy swirling around glazed gray eyes, and even when Illex spun the lame elf around to face him so that a hand could caress between his thighs it was not a devious act. No, it was an emphasis and nothing more in those tense moments, an addled brain flooded with the enraging visage of a betrayer and a heretic. Perhaps they were visions given by the Iron Clawed Lady that he held so near to his heart and spirit, that thought alone causing a tremor to rake those metaphysical claws down the elf’s spine even as his own traveled along the nameless man's torso.

Gratefully the other bobbed his head in a small affirmation of understanding, Illex beaming at the ease of which his words were followed as he pulled back abruptly. Decorated ears twitched at the scrape of the cane against loose stone upon the ground, though the struggle the one who clutched it in a white-knuckled grip underwent to remain standing swept by unnoticed. Such observations could not be made when they were placed elsewhere, pale eyes searching the bare features of the enigmatic elf and distance that had been granted was displaced once more. Restraint was difficult to hang on to, and Illex lost himself within the other's smoldering gaze. So mysterious was he, the warrior desiring to peel back the layers of silence when focus shifted yet again. Palms traced the delicate bones of his skull, lips split into a grin moving to form the words of his voiced appreciation for the beauty he cradled ever so gently, the two Illex hunted washing away in the face of the urge to know more. Though only confusion was granted when finally the silence was broken and the title of Lord spilled from the smaller elf’s soft lips.

Brows crinkled to show such feelings as a smile collapsed, pulling into a frown of distaste. The only ones in his travels that had been called Lord were filthy shemlens, pompous creatures dressed in clothing to show their wealth and status to those they deemed lower than them. Immediately his thoughts twisted to the realization of a mockery, fingers curling until sharp metal points pricked the skin of the face Illex’s hands still held. The thin flesh puckered with the pressure, and even more points of blood welled to the surface. ”My…” he began incredulously as comprehension settled into place, gaze narrowing with ferocity, Lord?” The title tasted bitter on his tongue, hissing between sharpened teeth as they clenched and the warrior tugged the other closer. It caused the neck to bend uncomfortably, braided leather swaying when Illex dipped his chin to look upon the face trapped between his palms.

He could feel the jaw working against him, throat bobbing as the nameless one swallowed audibly and began to trip over his own words of explanation. He only wished to express his gratitude, and sincerity bled into the stumbling lyrics that had followed the supposed mockery so quickly as if he meant to check himself. Dubious, Illex searched his eyes intently, seeking the lie he suspected to be there. Though as the seconds ticked by he could not see one, yet it only left the confusion to linger for it was uncertain why such a title would leap to the forefront. Tensions uncoiled from Illex’s shoulders as they sagged, pressure relieved so that hands could drop to far more narrow shoulders and a smile returned to the infected elf’s lips. It was not before the heel of clawed hands pulled across those points of red that threatened to trickle down in an afterthought, Illex fully aware he was the cause of the discomfort and attempting to amend his actions throughout the misunderstanding. Easily the conversation shifted back to the pleasantries, and the slight was cast aside in the wake of an inquiry to the elf’s name. Shaky breath exhaled from the other, and after a beat of silence finally a calling was given. Rak`han, he called himself, attaching it to another title before his voice trailed off and the warrior’s smile faltered.

Hands squeezed in poorly held self-control, Illex blinking owlishly at the mention of a Magister. A title that also had been heard in the past, and eyes soon glinted with an epiphany that caused him to open his mouth as if to speak though it was something that had to wait for the one now known as Rak`han had not finished what he wanted to say. Warm eyes lifted to peer at Illex with interest, questions resting within them though it was only an inquiry parroted in a far more eloquent way. ”I’m Illex Sulahn, though you can just call me Illex,” he replied hastily, excitedly, ”certainly no need to call me Lord.” Humor intertwined with the words, horned head shaking back and forth as if Rak`han had made a jest. ”That’s a title reserved for filthy shems, the pigs that they are.” Illex tilted his head in consideration, touch still lingering upon freckled shoulders, though reluctantly he withdrew it momentarily. One hand found the leather across his chest that held his weaponry in place, the other lifting so that a finger could tap against his chin. With almost a cheeky smile the warrior regarded Rak`han as if he held a secret that was shared between only them.

”Speaking of titles,” he began, the tapping becoming almost frantic before he could no longer deny himself indulgence and he tilted his body so an arm could fall across Rak`han’s shoulders. ”’Magister’ is one belonging to those who own slaves, no?” Illex eyed the lame elf as he turned his head to look upon him, curiosity burning. ”Were you a slave to those pigs?” he asked, beginning to turn the body he held close to his own back towards where he had hidden before. ”I bet that is why you called me Lord.” There was a sense of pride in the realization, gentle coaxing breaking through the brief resistance he felt when he began to walk, almost shoving against Rak`han until he began to walk with him lest he fall. An uneven gait lurched the smaller elf against the warrior’s body, cane desperately falling with each step to keep up momentum even as Illex tried to be slow. Patience never was his strong suit, however, and he paused to clicked his tongue in annoyance. ”Would you like to sit a moment, Rak`han? There’s going to be quite a bit of walking ahead of us,” he sighed, casting his gaze beyond his newfound companion until it found that of which would be helpful.

Protests were ignored in favor of pulling the smaller elf to one of the lower rocks, Illex stepping forward only to turn on his heel so that he could sit. Without thinking he tugged Rak`han forward, a foot kicking against the cane until it became displaced and weight began to fall with the action. Illex did not allow him to, guiding him to the ground in front of him as he perched upon the boulder and nestled the feeble frame in between his knees. It provided a brace for his back, Illex’s hands sliding down bare biceps as he scooted forward to lean into him. Words escaped him as he sank into the warmth that filtered off of the body before him, claws sweeping at the curtain of long, dark hair when his head fell forward. It exposed his profile, and still holding the soft tresses Illex pushed against his head so he could press his nose against the exposed stretch of honeyed skin that presented itself. Nostrils flared, a slow inhale bringing in the musk of herbs mixed with the tang of sweat and something almost sweet. Lips brushed the skin as Illex drew his head up, contemplating, until they hovered over a pulse that rapidly beat against them. ”Why is your heart beating so fast?”

Such a pulse did not let up, skipping even, and Illex pulled away suddenly to slide down from the rock with a vigorous movement when attention could not be held so long on the idle curiosity. His other hand drew against the cloth that clung to his hips, sliding beneath it to find the blade secured to his leg as muscles flexed and he settled on his knees beside Rak`han. Pulling the dagger free the sunlight glinted off of the metal until the point found the fabric that clung to the mangled appendage that ailed the other elf. Pointed ears twitched at the sound, eyes leveled excitedly with Rak`han’s. Muscles tensed as Illex braced his hand on the boulder at the smaller elf’s back, chest dipping as he brought himself closer. His mouth tugged into another toothy grin, and a split tongue pushed forward to draw across his lower lip. ”I think it would be best to rid you of this nuisance,” he murmured, not missing the alarm that flickered within those fiery hues as the point of the blade settled firmly upon the meat of his thigh. ”Don’t worry, I can carry you the rest of the way, and it won’t take long.” Words added quickly to soothe Rak`han’s worries as he began to shift his weight. Such reaction was stilled when Illex rose to one knee until he was almost hovering over the smaller elf and his free hand clamped down upon his shoulder. ”Do you trust me?”

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Rak`han Eroan
 Posted: Apr 15 2018, 06:40 PM
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Rak`han Eroan
24 YEARS OLD
he/him
Mage
83
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Elf
SHIPPER
REQUEST
APPLICATION
DEVELOPMENT
Blood Mage
Runaway Slave
Craig
he/him - CST


Ears set back though lacking any noticeable length the movement was hidden behind that curtain of woven tresses. Yet what could not be seen was known in the worry that sparked within that trepid gaze as a sense of fear and worry allowed itself to bath within that once set look. Apology was quick to fall from the runaway’s lips though it did not stop the way a body stiffened as those palms pressed against angled cheeks and talons found themselves curling once more into the thin freckled skin. A hide which split just as easily as before as strength was pulled into the act as Rak`han was drawn closer to the aggressor and a neck was forced to crane as it was angled to look up at the one who glared down. Amber eyes, although the shivered with a rise of panic that was not hidden away, they met the paled gaze that had turned down upon him with scrutiny.

Lips parted once more as a voice stuttered an apologetic explanation in a hope it would alleviate the pressure set against him. And slowly, ever so slowly, the words seemed to become accepted. For after careful consideration, judgment passed upon every tone that dared to rise upon the frightened one’s tongue, tension melted from the warrior’s shoulders as well as the way claws pricked the skin. Fingers seemed to offer silent apology as thumbs traced the curve of Rak`han’s features, touch trailing upon each angle until they were cupping his jaw before falling further to perch upon the smaller male’s shoulders. A smile pulled against thin lips as one hand found itself lifting from a newfound perch till it brushed over the boy’s cheek, smearing the crimson points that had bubbled to the surface beneath the act of the other’s claws. There was almost a sense of broken sympathy that trailed in the act, an apology Rak`han struggled to accept, yet the actions were taken as any would have been.

Again mistakes were made when answering a simple question as habits often died hard once they had become a train of thought for so many years. It caused the warrior’s features to drop though there was no sense of aggression that found itself woven into the look that was leveled upon him. In all honesty there was little to no reaction given apart from the way hands squeezed upon the smaller male’s shoulders as confusion, mixed into something that reflected understanding, shone within the scarred one’s gaze. Lips parted as if there was something to say though the lyrics never rose upon a readied tongue and the tones fell silent upon his tongue as the honeyed eyes of a slave turned upon him. Practiced lines falling in question from the elf’s tongue in the seeking of a name or title, anything, this man could be addressed as.

Excitement stuttered upon the scarred warrior’s tongue with the name Illex Sulahn with a quick addition that he only need be known as Illex. Humor, at least it seemed to be a twisted sense of that, followed that introduction as the elf poked at the title that had momentarily been placed upon his crown by the runaway. Horned head shoot as a grin once again pulled against the man’s lips and it was an expression Rak`han hesitantly returned as a ploy of interested still swam in those worry touched eyes. However, nothing was said in regard to the mention of filthy shems or giving them the title of pigs. Such things the runaway was uncertain of for a twisted sense of understanding had long been settled upon his mind, it was far different than how this one viewed them. For where there could have, should have, been hatred the elf held a misplaced sense of trust to those who had once tugged against a tether secured about that delicate throat.

Illex pulled away at that thought and Rak`han allowed features to come to rest, drop from the alighted look that had come to cross the, as the contact was lost with the warrior who now falsely pondered something. At least that was the visual given as a body shifted and touch found itself in a repeated, frantic, tapping upon his chin. An action which only died down as a scarred arm found itself against the mage’s shoulders to pull him in closer. Fixation was found in the runaway’s gaze as the man began to pry into details of a presumed life, one he unfortunately was not incorrect on, though it did not make the boy wish to speak to him of it. Yet Rak`han was looked upon near expectantly as questions burned upon the other’s tongue even as it seemed to merely seek confirmation rather than truth. Slowly those molten eyes turned away as they found focus on the ground ahead of him as Illex forced a body to turn and began an attempt of scooting the slave along.

Gentle was the touch at first as Rak`han fought taking a step until the pressure against his back grew more urgent and a stuttered step was forced to be taken as a body shifted. A wince crossing those freckled features as too much weight came to be placed on the gimp limb in that off balance step before it could properly be distributed upon the cane which came to the aid of the mage too late. It was on the exhale of a breath that was sharply drawn in did he speak, “I cannot speak on behalf of every Magister but I can say calling another property is something many I knew practiced.” There was a certainty that Illex did not care much for details on the true meaning of the title of Magister for interest had been placed elsewhere and the question of a rank once held painted itself like vultures that now circled them both. “Satisfaction found in an object,” pause found that tongue as it pressed to the back of his teeth, “That was where I belonged.” Though a mind screamed out that there was no past tense, it remained belongs.

Though question rose on if the other listened on such retorts as it was upon the next wavering step the warrior found pause with annoyance clucking upon his tongue, with it Rak`han himself came to a halt. An exhale carried out the warrior’s thoughts as question coiled about his tongue on if the runaway would like to sit, to rest, for just a moment as there was to be a lot of walking ahead. On that the boy found question falling feely from his tongue as warm hues narrowed in a sense of confusion about the inquiry. “What are you talking about, Illex? I do not quite understand.” There was an idea which played upon Rak`han’s mind and it coupled to the ways of presumed interest. To the way hands so boldly found themselves tracing angled features and how the scarred elf hovered so near as if to ensure that contact could not be taken away for a long period of time. And even when freedom of such a touch was granted there was no escaping it for long as they merely idled upon other actions until contact was able to be replaced.

Teeth were left to set together as it was clear words were being ignored as even as Rak`han had spoken, questioning the warrior, Illex had set into action. Resistance found itself in the way the mage’s steps fell upon the earth, a ploy, a stumble granted long before the other dared tug him against the rocks. However, it did nothing as pressure was firmly settled between his shoulders up to the point the elf stepped ahead only to wheel around and face the smaller male. Uncertainty was a constant upon the runaway’s mind and it played upon the intentions of the other as a scarcely clad form found itself perched upon boulders. A grasp did not wane upon the barefaced one even as the warrior’s weight became settled against the stone, if anything it grew with a sense of confidence. And for a brief moment Rak`han pulled back against that tightened hold.

Panic lurched just as a body did when Illex pulled against it and a heel kicked out to displace the weight bearing cane that had helped keep the mage upright. There was nothing to catch hold of aside from the body of the seated warrior. However, to Rak`han’s surprise, the fall never came as it seemed rather effortlessly the scarred elf as able to manipulate that act with a show of strength that fell into a gentle guidance onto the hard ground. Breath had found itself constricted within the mage’s lungs up until that point, air huffing out as he was settled between the other’s knees. Claws trailed upon Rak`han’s arms as his frame stiffened during that supposed guidance before false closure was allowed to force a spine to bend against the contact of another, for Illex leaned closer.

Hands idled wherever they found themselves upon the runaway’s frame as the warrior’s weight came to settle against him. Digits pulling carefully along freckled skin till they twisted within the dark tresses that hung about Rak`han’s shoulders. With a sense of care hair was brushed from place and that golden gaze shifted focus into the peripheral as lips parted as if to speak though no sound escaped them. And with no sense of denial against that tongue, though a slave was never listened to, Illex allowed himself to take in what he could – there was no one saying otherwise. So he dipped near, nose pressing up against that tanned skin as a breath was drawn in heavy and slow as if to savor the scents that a captive audience provided. With that the eyes that dared to catch a glimpse turned away, sights forward, as the warrior’s crown shifted till lips brushed against Rak`han’s neck.

The sensation was light as soft flesh hovered so close though it came with the kiss of metal that found home beneath the lower curve. And it pressed closer still as that mockery of a trailed kiss pressed tight to a pulse that skipped a beat long before such a touch was added. Illex’s jaw shifted, breath fallen against Rak`han’s skin in question, why did a heart beat as it did? It was curiosity and nothing more for the man held little malice within that tone though the mage allowed his own breath to hitch upon a play of the truth, “Nervousness.” It played as a delicate song that rolled upon an exhale, a word that carried upon it many implications yet was offered no further explanation. To speak fully of the truth one would have to tell of fears, a want to escape, though neither of those come to fall against a tongue compromised with lies. And lies that are carefully crafted are only known for drawing upon belief and a sense of allowance as they part the lips of a once slave.

Interest in such curiosities were shifted soon enough for the male rose suddenly as a leg swung around and off his chosen perch. Steps carrying him with a sense of grace as Illex placed himself before Rak`han before quickly dropping down to his knees. For a moment that honeyed gaze concentrated upon those tattooed features as they seemed to light up with a sense of excitement that was displaced. It was the sun light that glinted from tasting steel that betrayed what rest in the other elf’s hand before it came to settle upon Rak`han’s thigh. There was a visible shift in the way the mage rest on the ground as a body sunk back till a back lay flush against the rock and limbs shifted on the ground with a small attempt to relieve itself of the pressure felt by the blade. Illex leaned in, chest dipping so near as a hand rested against the rock the boy still leaned upon.

Teeth flashed between those thin lips as they peeled back into a grin as a forked tongue drew with a buzz of excitement against his lower lip. Speaking of a nuisance the blade pressed down against Rak`han’s thigh and a sense of panic sparked within those amber pools. Illex did not miss that beat for as that jolt of fear made itself known the man was quick to offer his broken sense of reassurance as protest currently lay silent upon a clouded tongue. The trapped creature was told not to worry, he would be willing to carry the snared one to the destination point, with an added fact that it would not take long. As to what would not carry length the freckled elf could only guess it meant in rending the threatened limb from place. Illex shifted further as what was known of Rak`han’s ears set back and those molten hues found themselves locked in place as the weight of a palm found itself once again on his shoulder.

“Do you trust me?” A loaded question. Words that could never be accepted though through the eyes of one such as he there is always a forced retort, yes. Though it is unable to be found passing Rak`han’s lips as the limb was drawn up towards his body, ignoring the way the blade cut into what muscling remained upon slender thighs. Sights were downcast briefly as the words fell unceremoniously from his tongue, “I want to, Illex, but I am just uncertain of the need of such actions.” Gaze lifted once more for the boy believed the limb was fine were it rest even as the lower portion twisted upon itself in the way weight had bowed the healing bone. Even as it offered an off gait, a sense of pain on a misstep, it still was able to give a sense of support when coupled to the cane that had been forcefully discarded.

“Why would you care to waste your time on something like me?” Words twisted around in a hope to buy some time, to avoid this all together, for there were already enough pieces missing from the form of the small freckled elf. And where it his choice, which Rak`han desperately wished it was, everything else would stay in place. So concern was framed by heavy lashes as the mage looked upon the warrior’s face and for a moment a tongue was still as if it searched for the words to say. In that silence his hand pulled from where it had been placed upon the ground, were nails curled against the mixed soil, and reached till touch was found upon Illex’s arm. What digits remained pressed against the skin pulled against the curve of muscling and with it came a voice carried upon practiced tones, “You do not even know if I am worth your efforts.”

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Illex Sulahn
 Posted: Apr 19 2018, 06:36 PM
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Illex Sulahn
28 YEARS OLD
He/Him
Warrior
14
POSTS
Elf
SHIPPER
REQUEST
APPLICATION
DEVELOPMENT
Berserker
Cultist
Isilzheha
He/Him/Monster - EST


The outside world ceased to exist, a subconscious honed in to their surroundings yet all the warrior had eyes for stood before him. Repeated thoughts crossed his mind, a rotating cycle of familiarity that still rose with an energized excitement the longer Illex remained in the company he had found by chance. Any other fixation faded away, leaving just the one that trembled and refused to become pliable despite the warrior’s intentions. So many things went unnoticed, as they often did until pointed out, and despite being a hunter such observations were not in his process when faced with an object of obsession. The cogs were spinning, grinding the lyrium that rested between them that left that incessant hum of noise, only to be halted by the other elf’s defaulted words. So readily he sank into a routine-like rendition of a conversation of pleasantries, although it only provided the warrior with confusion for at first he could not understand why that was. All that rose to the surface was irritation, a condescension settling into place with the human titles presented to him that caused fingers to curl and pressure to be applied to a face already marked from before. Apologies were to be given hastily to rectify the mistake that was unknown to the bare-faced one yet all too known to the infected being.

With the sparked ire the other shrank away in Illex’s hold, amber gaze wavering and narrow shoulders tensing beneath hands that glided down to touch them when scrutiny found only sincerity. One observation that did not slip through the warrior’s perception was the fact that when he grew excited the smaller man would tense and fret, something that had not been seen until now. Pulling back in contemplation, a smile tugging at his lips, he could see Rak`han relaxing if only marginally. A smile was returned as Illex made sure this one knew that such titles were not for the likes of him, or even the one who spoke them. They were better than the shemlen, and to hold such titles as an elf would surely strip that creature of their honor. They would become prey just like those they settled in beside so comfortably, at least that was the thought process of the predator that could not refrain from touching the other elf. It was not for lack of trying, a conscious effort put into place even if it could not be seen by Rak`han, an internal struggle that rarely could be won. And so an arm fell across those narrow, freckled shoulders as a timid voice rose to explain the ways of Magisters and claimed property.

A frown tugged at the warrior’s lips, disinterest held for those who claimed ownership of another creature they deemed lesser than they. Decorated ears would rise at the mention of the bare-faced elf explaining where he had belonged, an object to be owned, and that piercing scrutiny was once more placed on the other as a horned head tilted. ”But that isn’t the case any longer,” Illex said slowly, brows lifting as he gazed upon the other pointedly. ”Here you walk free. I don’t see any Magisters around and by now someone should have come along. Did you kill your master? Did someone liberate you?” Questions spilled forth, interest glinting within pale eyes as that scarlet glow trailed across his skin to dissipate into the warm air, yet with each stuttering step from the one made lame by unknown causes that irritation began to override the curiosity. Split tongue clicked as a jaw grew firm when pointed teeth ground together in rising annoyance. They would never make it to the clan with such a pace, and while Illex could easily carry the smaller elf the very visage of the mangled limb gave rise to further aggression.

It was easier than expected to quell it with a question of forced patience, an inquiry that offered the other rest before they would continue their journey. Illex had much to show the elf, and the curiosity had been temporary stunted though there was plenty he wanted to learn about the other. Boundaries collapsed where obsession took hold, no correlation between Magisters, slaves, and the desire to lead this elf to his home occurring in his mind. Rak`han did not express any inclination to be released, seeming to fall into the company easily enough which led the warrior to believe he was equally as interested. So a direction was changed, Illex guiding the other with a hurried step that caused grief for the injured. Warm eyes narrowed in consideration, the warrior’s name exiting the smaller elf’s lips in a display of suspicion. Though that was not what Illex found focus on, instead latching on to the way his name sounded coming from accented tones. It sent a wave of delight coursing through his veins, eagerness to bring Rak`han closer evident in the way Illex sat upon the rock and pulled him close. In the same instance the foot came out to toss the cane away, the sharp inhale heard in the brief silence as the dirt shifted beneath feet that fought to retain their posture.

Such a thing just was not allowed as the warrior guided him down, metal claws peeling back the layer of dark tresses that veiled those beautiful features. Illex sank closer to pull in his scent, committing it to memory and wondering if he could drown it in familiarity as the days passed until this foreign collection of fragrances faded away. Lips brushed over the pulse that thundered against the thin skin, hands wavering in their touch as idle contemplation brought out another distant inquiry. One that was met with further honesty, an admittance to nervousness that rode on light tones which could only leave the warrior wondering even more. A gentle hum began in his throat, the only note of acknowledgment that was given before a pale gaze flicked down to peer at the leg that hindered them both. Muscles flexed as a calculated movement brought Illex down to hover beside it, fabric pulled aside to release the dagger concealed beneath it. Point sharpened with care leveled against the elf, the offending limb shifting with a body that pressed flat in an attempt to remove himself from against it. Illex only moved with him, expressing his want to remove the appendage which only resulted in a flash of panic.

Reassurances were given, the warrior having performed quite a many amputations in his years growing up. Even his own, when he had been deemed worthy enough to bear the claws that now curled around the hilt while the others braced on Rak`han’s shoulder. All he had to do was trust that Illex knew what he was doing, something that was voiced as a question with imploring eyes. The dagger shifted, pressing in ever further until it twisted when a head tilted as he fought the urge to simply do it. That voice in the back of his mind nagged him to lean further, to apply even more pressure, to not care for the reaction that brought the former slave’s leg curling away. Illex could feel the way what muscle settled on the limb dipped beneath the edge of the blade, brows drawing together in confusion once again when ears twitched at the words spoken against the offering. Amber eyes lifted from where they had been turned down, and Illex searched his face in a moment of contemplation. He did not understand the necessity of it, and the warrior could only scoff. His weight shifted as he opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by the question that followed.

Rak`han wanted to know why time would be wasted one such as himself, asked in such a way that he truly believed he was undeserving of the help Illex wished to give him. Horned head pulled back, as did his body, the blade relieved from digging in yet it still hovered menacingly close despite the absent way the infected being held it. Once again Illex wished to speak, to stifle those words and explain the truth of it yet silence could only find him when a hand reached out. For a brief moment the haze within his mind was cut by the brush of flesh against his own, a hand outstretched to place an intimate touch upon the warrior’s arm. Focus pulled back to fall towards it, Illex tilting his head as a pale gaze found the intruding hand and could not help but linger in thought. Not many dared to reach out towards him, a hyperactive mind prone to reacting as quickly as the strike of a snake if one did not see the contact coming in the first place. Brows wrinkled in further consideration, watching as flecks of dirt rolled away from beneath the other elf’s fingernails to return where it had been displaced. A calculated statement was quick to rise to accompany the touch, determined to sway the warrior’s mind on this subject as he implied efforts would be better spent elsewhere.

”I do not know how religious you are, Rak`han, but it is nothing short of fate that we crossed paths today,” the infected elf said finally, voice a hauntingly calm lull. The hand still gripping his shoulder slid up to caress the smaller elf’s face, the skin irritated in the spots claws had come to puncture. Illex brought his body once again closer, the dagger angled to align flat with the inside of the other’s thigh, claws curling until they pressed tightly against his own palm so knuckles could nudge open the former slave’s leg. With a small sliver of empty space Illex turned the blade downwards and embedded it into the ground, dangerously close to the body he wished to assist in making better. ”I was sent on this path to find a heretic and one who turned his back after using us, and instead I find you.” Fingers uncurled, the slight pain felt from claws digging into his palm shoved aside even as blood flowed freely. Claws drummed ever so lightly over that damaged leg, nostrils flaring as a slow exhale of breath was sent forth. ”A freed slave, oppressed by humans who attack and enslave what they do not understand. Do you know why I wear these claws?” he asked with a raising of eyebrows, body tilting back as his hand fell away from Rak`han’s face to brace above the knee even as the smaller elf squirmed.

Now bloodied claws found the edge of the cloth that concealed the leg, slipping beneath to pull and tug with as much ease as was granted. ”Do you know why I bear these scars upon my body?” Piercing eyes dropped to look at the appendage, lip curling in disgust at the way it settled unevenly, swollen from walking and putting too much strain upon it. Honeyed skin was warm to the touch, bloodied palm glancing across the askew bone. ”The goddess who speaks to me in my dreams, she used to be a slave until she freed herself. With sharp claws she turned on those who enslaved her, because they did not understand her. They disagreed with her, cast her down,” he explained before fingers gripped tightly onto the leg beneath his palm. Teeth ground together, the noise of pain that lifted into the brief silence twitching an ear but Illex did not relent even when Rak`han writhed. ”I bear her markings, and it is she who I worship. You were helped before, so let me continue to help you. There is more to your life, Rak`han, if only you will just understand. Emphasis was given with crushing pressure against the appendage, other hand trapping it in place as it jerked even as claws dug in.

In truth the blade would not have been needed for such an act, Illex more than capable of working the leg apart with his bare hands given the right amount of strength and some careful digging. ”I already know you are worth the effort, and the time, otherwise we would not have met today,” he murmured, leaning forward as the hand gripping his arm now with a desperate clutching as the former slave sat in agony fell away. ”I can replace it, give you the ability to walk freely once again. I can fix you, if only you will let me.” There was a suggestion in the words that a choice was given, if only the other would simply decline, yet in truth the obsessive mind had already been made up. That clawed hand still gripped tightly, feeling the already fractured bones grinding together while the other shifted upwards to caress the smaller elf’s thigh. Patience was poorly held in this instance as Illex gazed upon him, waiting and watching as those features twisted into pain.

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