(josh come here) Chillin' on the Beach

[Anonymous]

The sky, a pefect robin's egg blue, the sand a clean white yet Charlotte and Paris stil had no idea how wrong the day would go.

Two pink and white striped towels were laid out on the sand, a blue umbrella stuck in it for "shade." Charlotte Green was strectched out on one towel and her large-ego daughter, Paris Green, on the other. Charlotte showed off her curves with a skimpy white, hot-pink polka dot string bikini; almost too small for her. Her daughter on the other hand was thin and tall, wearing a simple white string bikini herself. The umbrella didn't shade but mostly there for decoration, Charlotte, and Paris too, NEVER went about without "style."

Both were almost exactly the same: Blonde, blue-eyed, "perfect" bodies, etc. The day seemed to be going well but for Paris, there would be an awful and ugly turn for her because now her story begins........


Paris dashed on some sunglasses and stood up, making sure to let the men behind her get an eyeful. "I'm going to go get some drinks, be right back." Charlotte nodded and closed her eyes again, leaning back to continue her tanning.

Paris walked up the beach, making sure to sway her hips to, once agan, give the male species quite an eyeful. If that wasn't enough, her skimpy, white string bikini did the rest. Her blonde hair was down and straight, as usual. Hot pink sunglasses with tiny diamond rhimstones at the corners covered her blue eyes. The bar was a ways down the beach but not too far.

The bar was a simple small hut like place but Paris was sure to take her time there, maybe pick up a couple of hot, young men. Sliding into the bar chair, she ordered two margaritas and waited for her order but glancing around the bar. Pulling out her headphone set, she gave a look around with flirty but cold blue eyes. There wasn't much to see there but it was obvious THEY were looking at her. Two girls sat at one table glared at her but she just smiled bitterly and glared back. But soon she started to look around, feeling piercing eyes on her....

(yeah this is where you come in josh and get some muse!!)

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Døden, Nekrose slakteren, Greven Grishnackt, Euronymous, Sort Månen, and Kiirastuli became rather comfortable aboard their Viking ship the Nordic Echo. The rather cool temperatures were welcoming to them as they made their way back with the treasures they recieved from the Adela raid.

The journey went uninterrupted until Greven laid his eyes on a mysterious young woman that seemed to jump out at him. He commaned that he be allowed off the ship to speak with the young woman for atleast a moment if nothing more.

His command went unchallenged and he made his way to the shore by means of a smaller fishing type boat. The boat holds the main purpose of an escape raft if that is ever deemed neccessary.

Greven landed the boat and pulled it ashore to come up to the woman without too much of a hastle in his way. The young adult Greven, dressed in all black with his Viking battle armor still equipped, walked up to the young lady and bowed before introducing himself.

"Hello m'Lady, I am Greven Greshnackt of the Nordic Echo and was curious as to your name." Greven began. "I could see you from my ship and you looked too much like a Goddess to pass up."

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Paris watched an unusual man start to walk up the beach...in her direction. R&B music blasted into her ears and blared out from the headphones. She tipped her sunglasses down to get a full view of him, making sure she was seeing the right thing. Yep as she saw before, a man dressed in full black with what looked like... viking armor?

Yes she was a pure blonde but not a very stupid one at that. The man continued to come towards her, closer and closer. She crossed her legs, making sure to make them look a mile long as silky soft as they were. Taking off her sunglasses and setting them on the bar counter, she watched him with suspious eyes. Suddenly she was caught in like a time lapse and the oddly dressed man was bowing before her like she was some queen. Not so much flattered by this, noting that many other males had done stuff similiar, watched him with eyes that showed of "higher" authority.

Letting him finished, she began her own thoughts of him. "Well its not so flattering to have you walk up to me like that, many men do but never one like you...well not exactly. Its quite odd to see someone dressed in all black with err um...armor on while being on an island with the heat possibly going up to 110 degrees....But I'd think you'd be some badass punk or some troublesome sailor.....viking one at that." All she did afterwards was give him a smile that wouldn't be quite able to figure out other than a hint of some wickedness in it. She continued, "Nice name, knowing that in Norwegian it means "the count." It has to do something with your personality, maybe?"

She eyed him for a second, she had never met a man, OR woman for that matter, like him. I mean c'mon. How many people stop by her around here wearing full viking armor and all black then bow down to her? Maybe looks were  really decieving.... Greven, no Greven Greshnackt. The name appeared in her mind, reading it mentally over and over. She snapped out of her mental reading and looked back up at him, merely smiling and bright sky blue eyes showing a little nervous dance.

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Greven smiled as she spoke to him, covering up the truth. He wanted her...wanted to take her and wanted to keep her.

Greven flinched, then immediately threw a small ball of ice that exploded in front of Charlotte's face, blinding her for a few moments. Giving Greven enough time to grab Paris and put her in the boat before pushing off and rowing it to the Nordic Echo where the others were waiting.

They were waiting with open arms and grinned wickedly as the row boat came back to them. Greven was bringing them a gift. Something for successfully bringing down the religious thickness in Adela.

But, as he rowed back to the ship, clouds began covering the skies...the temperature began falling rapidly....someone on board was calling up the Goddess Frost. The Goddess that made the Arctic...the Goddess that allowed them to live in such extreme temperatures.

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Paris finally awoke from blacking out, not remembering a single bloody thing that happened. "What the fuck...." She looked around, trying to see where she was, knowing she wasn't at the bar anymore. "Oh shit...." Her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness around her. It would've been dead silent except for the loud creaking of the wood boards and the unmistakable slurred speech of the sea. She started to jump to her feet but was violently yanked down by the rope that held her down. "Nooooo....." She groaned out the single word as sudden panic engulfed her. Twisting and yanking at the ropes hopelessly, she stared at her surroundings. Musty light poured from a single, short candle wick that looked ready to blow out. The placle itself was messy and untidy but obviously a cabin on a ship. Her breath came in low rasps now as panic and fear started to choke her. Where was she? Who's ship was this? The steady rocking of the ship sent a jolting thought: A cradle of death. The ship's soft rocking and the slurred lullaby of the waves only made it all more real...