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| Topic Started: Jun 12 2009, 07:21 AM (97 Views) | |
| Morte | Jun 12 2009, 07:21 AM Post #1 |
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"Why does it always fucking rain..." Morte muttered, listening to the clip clop of the stagecoach he'd rented, the occasional bump as the cart hit a wayward cobblestone. Morte never liked Blackmoor, it always rained here, whenever he was around, rain rain rain. He sat next to his barrels, the rain pouring on top of him, his hood doing little in the ways of keeping the rain out. He sighed, knowing that he'd already taken the order for the tavern, and the advance pay, he couldnt back out now. But oh well, nothing much he could do. He stared out into the dark road, foggy and nearly invisible thanks to the heavy rainfall, empty and barren as far as he could see. "Not the best day i've had," Morte said, uncorking a bottle and taking a swig of a whiskey he'd been working on. Instantly he could feel the warmth it shot through him, as he shuddered heavily and put the cork back. "Spicy..." |
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| Ruby | Sep 4 2009, 08:17 AM Post #2 |
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Of all the places to be seemingly stranded ... bloody Blackmoor, Ruby sighed and clutched a little tighter at the most serious of her flesh wounds, situated in her side, just beneath her ribs. The cut was deep and to a mortal it would have been life threatening, but not to her, well not if she could rest somewhere, regain her strength so that she use her powers. Damned bitch she mentally cursed, thinking back to the other demon that she'd recently killed. It had been a long and evenly matched fight, it could had just as easily been herself who'd been killed. Veronica her opponent had been called, and she was one of the new generals of her former commanders army. Bit by bit she was getting the information she needed. At last a road. Her cloak wrapped firmly about her she stepped out onto it, the fog was getting thicker but she was sure that she could hear the sound of horses hooves and wheels coming towards her. Concentrating hard, she could just make out the silhouette of what what she had heard. |
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| Morte | Sep 4 2009, 03:16 PM Post #3 |
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Morte was slumped over in front of the wagon holding the reins, feeling the rain soak through his robes and chill him to the bone. "Hey, Mr Rajin, there's someone up ahead..." Said one of the guards, picking up a small hand crossbow, "looks like a woman." As usual, such a thing perked him up a bit, managing to lift his head up to peer over the heavy wet hood into the rain. A small silloute stood in the middle of the road, hunched over a bit, clutching their side. Was she hurt? Morte clicked his tongue and the horse halted, the guards aboard the wagon kept a vigilant eye out as Morte hopped off the cart. He almost fell to the ground because of the heavy clothing, but thanks to a heavy footing remained standing. He walked around the wagon and patted the horse, walking over to the figure. He grew close enough, and recognized the injured figure, "Ruby!?" |
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| Ruby | Sep 6 2009, 09:29 AM Post #4 |
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Ruby tensed as the wagon stopped, becoming even more wary as a singular man came towards her, but the closer he came, the clearer she could see him, his face was somewhat familiar, reminded her of ... but surely it couldnt be. At last he stood before her, as drenched as she was. He said her name, bringing her attention back to him, her blood red eyes widened a fraction. "Morte" It was a statement not a question. She should have said something ... anything, but her mind just seemed blank. It was all so overwhelming, and her human form was causing her so much pain. The blood loss had weakened her. Clutching her wound a little tighter, her vision became a little fuzzy. "Rest ,I need rest - help me Morte" the demoness all but whispered. Ruby didnt even feel herself falling, as her body crumpled to the sodden ground. Everything just went black. |
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| Morte | Sep 8 2009, 01:56 AM Post #5 |
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Ruby stared at him, lifting her head slightly at the sound of his voice, saying his name. She was clutching her side in pain, and whispered, "Rest, I need rest - help me Morte." With that, she collapsed, her head almost cracking itself open on a rock on the road had Morte not darted downward and caught her. "Ruby?! Damn..." Morte said to himself, seeing know that she was out cold, and in a bad shape from the look of it, now that he was closer to her. A wound on her side leaked blood, and it didnt seem to be healing properly. He leaned over her, keeping the rain off of her beautiful face and brushed a lock of wet hair out of the way. "Dont worry Ruby. Just hang in there." He promised. "Wassit Boss?" Shouted one of the guards from the caravan, standing up on his seat holding a large crossbow, "A friend Mark, and she needs help, get the medical supplies!" Morte carried Ruby's limp body over to the caravan and climbed into one of the covered wagons with the help of two of the workers. Whilst the men gawked at Ruby Morte applied pressure to her wound and cleaned it. "Dont just sit around like a bunch of buffoons! Get this convoy moving!" Morte snarled, snapping the men back to the real world and back to work. Morte dabbed a dry cloth along Ruby's forehead looking down to her in the light of a lantern, "Don't worry Ruby, you're going to be fine." |
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| Ruby | Sep 9 2009, 05:18 AM Post #6 |
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Ruby neither heard nor cared about any of Mortes words or promises, she remained motionless, her body locked into a dreamless sleep. The sounds of mens voices and the bumps in the road did not wake her, she slept on completely unaware. Her powers that had been drained during the fight gradually began to return and grow in strength, it wouldnt be long before her wound would begin to heal itself. |
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| Morte | Sep 9 2009, 02:03 PM Post #7 |
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A wagon ride was relatively uneventful, a pack of Roc flew through the sky, but they paid no mind to the caravan. They arrived at a small trading post, populated by gypsies and women of less ill repute dressed alike. The men wandered off to find both types, mixing some of them up for many a funny situation. Morte stayed in the wagon, dabbing Ruby's forehead with a wet cloth, keeping watch over her. |
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| Ruby | Oct 15 2009, 03:36 AM Post #8 |
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Whilst Ruby slept, her body had healed. A cool damp sensation on her forehead made her frown in her sleep, a voice was beginning to filter through .... was that Morte? Ebony eyelashes fluttered open as the demoness came too. Blinking a few times she tried to get her eyes to focus on him, but they were still blurry. All the same she still swatted away the damp cloth, "Eurgh ... its all wet" Opening her eyes again, she made herself sit up. "Morte where are we ... and why are you here? - oh and thank you" she grinned at him then. |
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| Morte | Oct 15 2009, 03:54 AM Post #9 |
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A very sore Morte, due to have been hunched over in a wagon taking care of a beast he had no idea was a demoness, snapped awake at the sounds of shuffling. At last poor Ruby was awake, and looking twice as better then Morte had expected. He laid his hand calmly on Ruby's shoulder and tried to get her to lay back, "Calm yourself Ruby, you're in a small gypsy camp some ways down the mountain where we found you. You were in the wagon as we traveled here to deliver some alcohol to the ladies of the area, keeping the men waist deep in booze and fortunes, both of which taking away the men's fortunes. You've been asleep for quite some time..." Morte adjusted himself into a better sitting position and leaned back, cracking his back. He looked back into her ruby red eyes through her ebony eyelashes, "Your Welcome." |
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| Ruby | Oct 16 2009, 07:28 AM Post #10 |
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She smiled warmly at him. Feeling genuinely touched at the effort he'd gone through. She heard his back cracking, poor Morte, his back must have stiffened up from looking after her. Maybe she could help, "You know your not the only one who can do magic" Grabbing the front of his shirt she pulled him down over her, and kissed him. Her lips were warm and soft, and whilst Ruby let her lips taste his, she moved her hand under his top and onto his back. Now this would be the slightly unpleasent bit, heat radiated through her hands and into his muscles loosening them, Morte would feel the burn for a moment, but then any pain that there was previously would go. "There now wasnt so bad was it" she smirked at him and kissed him quickly and lightly on the lips before gently pushing him aside and jumping out of the wagon. Should she tell him that a demons kiss for a mortal was like a drug, it could make you crave for more, probably yes, would she tell him ... hell no. The demoness licked her lips, he tasted pretty good, for a mortal. |
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| Morte | Oct 17 2009, 12:12 AM Post #11 |
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Morte was startled for the first second at Ruby's sudden kiss, but then fell into it, kissing her back on her soft luscious lips, enjoying the feeling his her tender fingertip run along his chest and behind his back. The heat was nothing he wasnt too used to, but it didnt startle him as much as she'd think, being inside a dragon's mouth does feel like you're looking right into a blacksmith's forge, which he's also done. "There now wasnt so bad was it" Ruby said with another kiss, before moving him aside and hopping out of the wagon. Now, ordinarily Morte might have found himself lusting after ruby for the power in her demonic lips, but wouldnt she be surprised if she found out that he's grown an immunity to it? Much like a flu shot the kisses of his brides Lily and Monarch were of demon blood, and ruby would find her grasp over this man was not as powerful as she'd think. Morte hopped off of the wagon and stood next to Ruby, looking at where her wound used to be, at the dried blood staining her outfit. "Just what happened to you up in those mountains ruby?" |
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| Ruby | Oct 17 2009, 12:32 AM Post #12 |
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"Nothing that concerns you ... so dont be worrying yourself over it" Hmm one thing she'd noticed since her split from Marros, was that her humanity was slipping and her more primal instincts were taking hold - she was still in half a mind as to whether or not this was a good thing or not. She looked back at Morte, she did genuinely like this man though, perhaps she could take some time out from her hunt, spend some more time with him ... and then what settle down and have kids? Ruby shook her head, how could he fit into her world. She should know better than to let herself get attached to mortals. But still, no reason why she couldnt stay with him a little longer. "I'll stay with you, until I'm ready to leave" It wasnt really a question, the demoness didnt need his permission, it was a direct statement. |
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| Morte | Oct 17 2009, 02:48 AM Post #13 |
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A gentle hand found itself on Ruby's shoulder, a head resting on the other. "I'd be glad to have to stay around with me for a while Ruby. Morte said with a smile, not noticing the gaze of an old gypsy, giving Ruby a hex sign with her hands, seeing right through her mortal guise. "Though i am a bit worried about you Ruby, that was quite a blow someone or something stuck you with. If you need any help, i can be of assistance." |
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