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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 19:24 Post #1471 |
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He squinted his eyes against the darkness. Was that the wine talking? He'd only had one cup, it couldn't be. Someone was pulling his leg: must be, there was no other explanation. Marcus Iulius knew full well that he wasn't universally loved, but in order to keep the troops in check there had to be a certain amount of fear. He'd made quite sure that his men feared him above all. 'Stop being ridiculous,' he said gruffly to the bodyless voice. |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 19:33 Post #1472 |
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He laughed; he couldn’t help it. This man would not believe his death till the moment the lights in his eyes were swallowed by Arawn. And no one would see it happen – the night had cast this fate over him already. ‘I hope you are not drunk,’ he told the man. ‘I want you to remember.’ |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 19:35 Post #1473 |
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'If that bastard of a Lentulus sent you to make me remember my place, you can tell him to shove it up his ass. And you better be quick at it too, or I'll have my sword in your guts before you can say "I'm sorry",' he said coldly to the laughter. Little did he want to admit that he hardly felt at ease. It was like numerous eyes were watching him from the shadows. |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 19:44 Post #1474 |
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'I would not have myself sent by any Roman,' he said darkly, his voice hardly louder than a whisper. 'Instead, let me teach you something about our traditions, wild savages as we are.' Invisible for the Roman, his damaged skin nearly split open as he sneered for demons to see it. 'We have a fine tradition of storytelling. And I will tell you a story now. And you, Marcus Iulius, will listen. With breathless silence. To every...word...I say.' |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 19:50 Post #1475 |
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'I've had just about enough of this,' Marcus Iulius said with a derisive snort. Storytelling, indeed! It was the middle of the night and all he wanted was this ridiculous situation to be over so that he could get to bed. Yet, he couldn't shrug the threatening atmosphere off. 'Go home, before I figure out who you are and make sure you're sorry for this sherade.' |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 19:54 Post #1476 |
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'Oh, you'll know who I am!' He moved like a wolf too, as he shot from the shadows and pressed himself to the man from behind. His blade embraced the bare part of his throat. 'And you'll take an imprint of this face with you to the underworld forever - but first-' he was aware how hot his breath must be in his ear, 'I'm going to let you go. And I will help you remember why I kill you.' |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 20:00 Post #1477 |
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Marcus Iulius stood like a statue while the man behind him whispered venomously into his ear, very uncomfortably aware of the knife against his throat and the strong arm holding him in place. He believed himself a brave warrior, besting many of these filthy savages in his day, but in his current position he could do nothing at all and he loathed it. It scared him, too. All the more because he had yet to see anything of this nameless, faceless foe. 'Kill me? Don't be ridiculous, man,' he blustered, but it was all talk and hot air. |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 20:11 Post #1478 |
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'I never am,' he whispered through his teeth. His arm slipped away from the other, just as his blade. 'I have taken your sword from you, Marcus Iulius. So quickly and silently that you never noticed where my hand was.' Now, that same hand withdrew a rope from his own side, wrapping it around the Roman wrists before the man could begin his struggle. 'There once lived a man from a castle. He had no brothers, but sisters as dear to him as no other woman ever would. The oldest was called Angharad, the youngest Olwen. And they were sweet-' he ran his blade down the man's left arm, 'and innocent -' he cut through the right, though not deep enough to make him bleed to death too soon. 'And he loved them. Until demons flown over from a distant kingdom, with nothing in their beaded eyes but greed and lust' His voice had turned to a low growl, like the wolf he felt inside of him, this demon-wolf that circled around his prey. 'And they tried to take away the sisters of this man, to consume them in fire. And the man knew he could not save them. And so he....' The growl faded. His voice refused to speak of this most horrible thing, the darkest of the dark. His blood drummed through his veins on the rythm of his wild heart: angry, untamed; the song of vengeance and murder. |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 20:21 Post #1479 |
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Pain and fear seared through him like boiling lava as the knife cut through his skin. The blood that trickled down his arms was hot, but not the strangely comfortable hot that flows from wounds on the battlefield. It was burning like hellfire, casting a red veil of a nameless, primitive fear. He pulled at his bonds, but they didn't give away. He barely noticed the voice coming to a halt. |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 20:27 Post #1480 |
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'Are you frightened yet?' He had to catch his breath, struggle away from the memory. Tonight, not he had to remember, but this poxy demon. 'You're not screaming.' Rhywallon pressed the blade to the man's face, on the same side as his own had been unrepairably damaged. 'Well, the man did the unthinkable for love. Did it save his sisters? You can tell me. But the Romans still captured this meager prey. Not the fresh, young sisters but a man past salvation. And what did they do? They cut him open, scratch for scratch. Like...this.' He tore the knife down over the face harshly. And again, and again. And then once more. |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 20:33 Post #1481 |
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He screamed like a man who knew he was marked for death. 'Mercy!' he squealed, wildly trashing around to escape the pain, the dread, the nameless helldemon that was carving him to pieces. |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 20:46 Post #1482 |
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'I will give you mercy soon enough,' he snapped, wildly turning the man about. 'First, look me in the face. Have you got an eye left? Good. Now I want you to tell me - did I save my sisters?' |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 20:50 Post #1483 |
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It was a terrible face, a dreadful face. Terrifying. If he said yes, would the torment be over quicker? Marcus Iulius opened what was left of his mouth to answer, but only a faint, liquid gurgle passed his lips. But then, with all the strength he could muster, he forced the words out: 'I..don't..' If he was going to die, he'd go as he lived. '..no..' |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 21:04 Post #1484 |
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'No?' A small word. He repeated it with a sound soft as doe-skin. His arms and legs, up to his belly, felt suddenly frozen. Revulsion. And dread; there was also mortifying dread that the Roman was speaking the truth. 'Then I must be a monster. You screamed for mercy? Monsters grant none. Perhaps the lord Arawn and his dogs take you in - or what is it you call your Roman underworld? Who is the god you scream for deliverance for on the verge of death?' He did not want to hear. With staggering movement, he curled his fingers in the short greying hair, pulling the head back before he drew the blade from left to right. The man was limp before he hit the ground. |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 21:13 Post #1485 |
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Gwenllian had seen violence, and a lot of it. Most of it directed at her, which was terrifying in itself. But she had never, ever before been as mad with fear as she was now; it felt as if she could faint after the smallest, most innocent of sounds. Her breathing was laboured. This couldn't be, it couldn't be Rhywallon. Dark affairs... She tried to disappear into the wall of the house behind her. The most terrifying thing, though, was not that she had travelled with this man, pressed herself against him when she had been haunted by nightmares, confided in him, trusted him - but that part of her felt elation at the death of the Roman. She'd listened breathlessly to the story he had told, knowing that it was he truth. It was a dreadful truth and her heart bled for it. |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 21:20 Post #1486 |
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He stood over the body, breathing hard. Slowly his heart came to rest and the song died out. The wolf had been satisfied again. No, the Roman breed had said. NO! He wanted to scream, to growl in loud, raw outbursts - wanted to twist the neck of the corpse til it would snap off, casting it away into the night, disfiguring all that was left of Marcus Iulius. But he found he no longer had the strength. Where he had been dazed by a curtain of blood and liquid fire in his veins that night before, where he had ran into the other killer, his fury had died as this man had defied him. As he had said no. Still panting, he kicked the sword away, put his own dirty blade back and ducked to drag away the body. The nearest house would be good enough. He had left no traces that would point to the caer. |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 21:26 Post #1487 |
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As he turned around, the scarce moonlight lighting up his face - that disfigured face, contorted in the remnants of what had to have been such a powerful rage that is was surprising it hadn't consumed him utterly -, Gwenllian could only give a little squeak, as a bird caught in a net. Even from the shadows she could see so much pain in his eyes, so much sorrow and even more hatred. It radiated from him, like a burning aura of emotion, touching and hurting her. But it shouldn't be, how could the gods allow such suffering? Had they abandoned them when the Romans defiled their lands? |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 22:41 Post #1488 |
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He hauled the body inside the open house. Nobody lived here yet. He doubted if anyone wanted to, after the corpse was found. His hands were slippery from blood now; not his own, but stinking, wicked, satisfying Roman blood. As he walked out, he found that his vision had cleared. There seemed to be more moonlight, touching on the roofs and lighting up parts of the street - and Gwenllian, pressing herself against a wall so close that he could see every hint of fear in her eyes. |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 22:41 Post #1489 |
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For long moments, she could only stare at him. Was he going to draw that wicked knife on her, now? He'd already pressed it against her throat before, and - no! He wouldn't do that, would he? Rhywallon wasn't like that. 'I...' she stammered 'I didn't - it's... I just -' |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 22:43 Post #1490 |
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‘You stupid girl,’ was all he could breathe before he had her pinned against the wall. His blooded hands came up to her face, framing her. ‘What where you thinking?’ |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 22:44 Post #1491 |
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Her heart found a new place in her throat, throbbing as if it wanted to escape the confines of her body. She cringed when she felt the blood - it was still warm, by the gods! - smear her cheeks. 'I thought - I don't know,' she whimpered, 'didn't think...' |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 22:44 Post #1492 |
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‘I told you…to stay out…of these matters.’ He did not know what to think. Didn’t know what he felt. Only that is was well that he had not discovered her earlier, where the wolf had most certainly hurt her. His head leaned forward, resting his brow against hers. He felt her quick breathing. ‘I warned you.’ |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 22:44 Post #1493 |
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'I'm so sorry.' Her hands came up almost out of their own accord, fingers curling around his wrists. She suddenly realized what had happened on the night he had come back covered in blood and hurt. But he wasn't, now. His breathing was heavy and she could smell him; a strange and pungent scent, almost animal-like. He was also really, very close. 'So sorry for everything...' |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 22:45 Post #1494 |
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He said nothing, only breathed out as he looked down on her. Then he let her go. |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 22:45 Post #1495 |
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She touched her hands to the wall behind her, feeling as though she'd narrowly avoided falling down a precipice. Her eyes were locked on his face, the scars she'd gotten so used to - the only remaining witnesses of what he'd been through. Or where there more Romans he had to kill? 'They'll find him tomorrow,' she said quietly. |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 22:45 Post #1496 |
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‘Let it be a warning for them,’ he answered quietly, turning his back to her. ‘And you. Go back to the caer. You shouldn’t be here at all.’ |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 22:46 Post #1497 |
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'But what about you?' she asked his back, finally letting go of the wall and taking a small step forward. |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 22:46 Post #1498 |
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'What about me?' |
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| Sonja | 23 Apr 2010, 22:47 Post #1499 |
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'Where are you going?' He wasn't going to do anything stupid, was he? He'd asked if his sisters would have found peace, and the Roman had told him no. What if - oh, she couldn't think of that! |
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| Marieke | 23 Apr 2010, 22:47 Post #1500 |
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Now he turned to face her again, feeling half a smile lift the corner of his mouth. ‘Do you think I’ll kill myself now?’ |
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