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Hakon watches the woman leave, and though she felt some regret in acting with such hostility, her pride in clawing herself into this position - for the many battles she had fought and many times her life had been hanging on nothing but a spider's thread... She felt justified despite the disappointment that burned in her chest. She was a General, and she would not allow herself or others of women of her station to be downgraded to mere prositutes on a whim. Perhaps that was too harsh- yes being a warrior in constant situations of hostility often ingrained an instinctively harsh response. She needed to remember where she was, the Grand Duke's Palace and not some wartorn field a thousand legues away.

Her gaze shifts toward the Hound, then to her dress- she tested its movement briefly; much lighter then the armor she was used to but with a similiar amount of movement... She could work with this. Drawing her saber free of its sheathe, she briefly cuts it through the air," Nor I, sir-" she answers gravely, observing the odd hue of his blade with interest,"- do not fret, Sir Austengarde, should I tear your uniform in turn, we may call it even," flashigg a wry smile, she began to relax, muscles slowly uncoiling in preparation for a swift bout. Slowly politics drifted to the back of her mind as war drifted forgh in all its divine glory. A tiny smile curls her lips- returning a curtsey fo him.

" Agreed," she answers, shifting the blade into a powerful hammergeip. She knew she would have to grow used to the swift movement without the weight of her armor and shield, but she had faith in herself, in Ansgar perhaps musing with them," Let us, for the sake of proprioty, say if too much blood is accidently drawn- to cease."

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Was it possible there was a hint of a smile? If so, it might not have ever touched his lips, but there was a new sheen to his eyes.
"I'd never spill the blood of a lady." And he wasn't about to simply let himself get skewered. Was the General being cocky? He bowed again, raising his eyes to meet hers and shifted, body ready and blade raised, blow still low at his side. He hadn't a shield, then again, he never needed one, and his blade worked best as both. But the General was on the same playing field as he, and even if she had a shield, he wouldn't have wanted one.
"Best of three."

Let's play.
And his sword swept up with his rest, aiming to  smack upwards against her blade to test it's weight, and the strength of her hold.
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Hakon's own gaze seemed to darken though slight crinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, a vague smile. She humoured him, bringing her saber slightly into his- the metal clanged surprisingly loudly in the stillness of the lawns. He would be met with a grip completely unmoved other then the vague forward momentum. This was a woman who constantly was squeezed into armor nearly twice her bodyweight suddenly freed to the world, what was left was pure strength utterly unimpeded by the need for simply carrying what she wore. Pure, brutal muscle remained, squeezed into a rather feminine dress. Sexy? Scary? Maybe both- but perhaps now was not the time to think of such things.

" Then I will never spill the blood of a gentleman, I suppose," she answers, voice light, humorous as she stepped forward, slightly pushing against his blade to push it wide before moviing her own backwards, aiming a swift yet controlled jab at his stomach. She was cautious, it would be an utter nightmare if she was to skewer him, so the General toned down ferocity as much as possible, attempted to concentrace on swift, light strokes of the blade. This would be slightly more difficult then she imagined, it had been awhile since she had to aim so lightly.

She allowed her mind to relax, without the pressure of airs, she immediately felt at home. Perhaps it was regrettable the only time she felt truly unwound was in the throughs of battle - but she did jot mind. There was a peace in the simlicity in which cimbat was conducted. It had given her such an appreciation of life, courting Death so brazenly time and time again. Alas, she focuses on her comrades movements, eyes flickering - was he too, relaxing? There seemed to be less tension to his features from what she could tell, then again, she was not a General for having the ability to read individuals!

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He easily deflected her attempted strikes, their swords ringing from each sharp strike.
"You're too gentle, General." He moved to twirl his blade, it's metal hissing down the end of her's like the dancing motion of a wand, before shoving back and taking himself two steps away. He smacked heavily at her blade again.
"You don't need to go easy one me. Or.." he could have smirked. "Fret I might ruin your dress."
Still, an odd, but beautiful choice of attire on her part. Perhaps she wanted to feel more feminine at this celebration. Yet here she was, dancing with him and their blades.
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She arches her eyebrows, releasing her two handed grip upon the scimitar to bring it to her side- arm slightly extended outward. Feeling the vibrations of his blow continuing to travel up and down the curved blade. Was that... No- a smirk? She returns with a sly smile of her own," I wouldn't want the Regent or Grand Duke pestering you about being too disheveled, would I?" She sings in return, her voice utterly free of all prior tension. As she moved backwards, the skirts twisted briefly about her form before rreturning back with a soft hissing rustle.

Tilting her head, she extends her free hand, beckoning him forth teachingly," Come, come now Sir Austengarde, I'm sure you won't do as much damage as the Duchess feared you would," she teases idly, shooting him a challenging look. This was surprisingly more fun then she had expected to have. At last, a worthy opponent who found joy in the dance of blades! What a pleasant surprise to say the least.

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He didn't bother to reply with talk, and came out her like a bull, throwing all his weight behind a heavy swing in hopes she'd catch the strength of her blade against his- to see just what kind of guard she could keep with her delicate, dressy steps.
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Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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Hakon was taken by surprise at first by his explosively aggressive movements, but instincts kick in long before her mind. Bringing her sword about in a powerful hammer grip, she steps heavily into theblow, raising her sword defensively as her muscles snap like whips, planting herself into the ground firmly. The swords singing their metallic chord as his blow lands squarely in response to her sabers. Her arms bucked slightly in order to cushion the heavy strike. Eventually pushing back with all her might, body awakening with all that unbridled strength to crush his blade further into his guard- alas, her legs tense, prepare for him to spring away and use her own strength against her. In the dim light, now the lawns being lit by braziers, her hazel-grey gaze seemed nearly black sith concentration, watching her opponent with unwavering focus. She did not plan to be particularly agile in this outfit, but she was used to lack of movement at this point in her career- heavy armor be damned and blessed.

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Unfortunately for her, he still held the advantage with strength, and he knew it. So despite her rebuff, he came at her, again and again, to force her back. His face was stern, stoic like a warrior, but his eyes seemed to be dancing like all the noble jewels partaking in the ball.

They were nearing a dummy, and he knew if he kept at her at this rate, she'd run into it. But rather than force her into that dilemma, he shoved his blade forward again and scrape-kissed their blades as he turned to his side, cutting away from her and towards the dummy and hefting his blade clean across it before kicking the damn thing over.

That was two kills in one day. But perhaps this time he was doing it on purpose. This time he had an audience to impress. He raised his blade again to Hakon, a silent taunt in her direction.
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With each strike, each blow, she responded in kind with a direct block or tight parry. This was relaxing despite the aggression that filled the air, the cracking ring of the blades connecting. As they neared the dummy, she side stepped the  manikin and observed his vicious decaptitation of it, allowing him to reconcile himself before preparing an offensive. She wondered to whom his rage was centered, but felt no sympathy for whoever that must have been - to incur the wrath of those of such power was foolish enough without them being skilled in combat as well.

At his challenging gesture, she quirked an eyebrow, flashing a wry half-smile. He seemed to be enjoying himself, at least, thats what she often felt when she felt cocky enough to throw a silent or verbal jab at an opponent. Alas, she obliged, he may have been a man, but the difference between them was she had never forgotten the taste of true warfare, while perhaps he - cooped up for many months on end within a grand castle-  would have forgotten the true savagery that came with even the most chivalrous of individuals.

So she allowed herself to fall into that mindset, akin to drawing a helm over her head. With a swift exhale, she began to press the offensive. Her movement seeming utterly chaotic through cutting-slashes at his extremities and the occasional feign or swift forward thrust. Without sleeves nor heavy pauldrons and vambraces to impede her movement, her strokes were astonishingly swift, akin to a viper's strike and weave. The General kept her blade close, never over reaching nor overbalancing herself- clearly putting on a balanced dance of defensive capability and offensive skill. She enjoyed this freedom, but without the security of the heavy armor, she felt as if she was without skin, utterly naked.... Which, thankfully, she was not- but still... the swift movements idly tossed some of the decorative stones embedded upon her skin- akin to water spraying from surf- not that it truly mattered to her, of course.

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Whatever music echoed as a muffle across the lawn from the ballroom was lost upon their dance, but he certainly enjoyed this dance of another kind. He was indeed, almost smiling at the way she handled herself, truly impressed as he found himself just barely able to catch up to each strike on her eradicate movements. This woman was surely another beast in her own right, one bred for war, and a few tasteful strikes of his blade to her's assured him of that. At least he could rest a little easier after this day, knowing this female General had some semblance of skill he could see.

He had to wonder what a woman like her did all day out on the battlefield, surrounded by so much blood and death.... and men. Being cooped up in the palace certainly might seem like his skills could be lamed, but Zannrick practices rigorously day in and day out, and wasn't without his own excursions in which lead to a kill. No, this woman had probably killed far more people than he- but hardly anywhere near the former General Krah Mordeth, no doubt.

Part of him was pleased she had been ranked in and never gotten the full chance to meet with that cad. He had been a brute of a man, more like an ox and all balls but no brains. His tactics were transparent, but his power and ability to lead, strong. It was strange to see the appeal men had behind him- most so thirsty for blood it was almost a sin. It was why the city of Havanlaar and Thaedes had been completely decimated, and were one of the most famous battles the land had ever seen in these trying times.

But as a woman, she had much to prove. And though the duchess who so rudely put forth about Hakon's position to be merely a body for sex, he did have to wonder how many times she obliged men on the field. They all knew General Krah took countless women to his bed- but...

What about General Kilandre? Was she upset the duchess called her out on truth? Or that it was a petty attempt at a lie? Was she chaste? No, she didn't seem like the type to keep herself a flower. But why was he thinking about sex? It was something that pushed him forward and gave strength through frenzied nad unplanned but natural foot falls and sword strikes himself, in which he found himself growing dangerously close to Hakon as their blades locked and he found his face mere inches frmo her as their arms might tremble as each was to hold back the opposing fighter's blade.
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Increasingly, she noted his eyes gaining a faraway look, he was thinking - she could see the gears working there within his mind. She knew the Grand Duke well enough to know he would not surround himself with stupid men... Well, for the exception of her predeccessor, a brusque man who held no honor but all infamy for being the cause of a massacre within one of her cousin's cities within Vythe. Last she had heard of him, he had Gone on a soul searching journey with a Knight of the White Lily. She didn't envy the woman that traveled with him, she was surrounded by predators enough as it was... Then again, her mind flickered back to her own experiences. She had experimented, yes. Indulged herself... But not to the point of losing what would make her 'pure'. It was all that was truly her own in this political world, and she would give her limbs and head before her chastity to the state.

In fact- combat was oddly sensual, primal, she supposed. What could possibly be more intimate then balancing precariously with another on the thread of life then being a tangle of limbs as well? Hm- maybe intimacy simply came down to animalistic tendencies. It was almost a shame.

Focusing back upon the present, she suddenly twisted her wrist as her blade connected in a horizontal strike against Zannerick's. Her eyes snapped to his face, he was close. She flashed the vaguest of smiles and felt some warmth flooding her face before slipping the blade forward to attempt to jab his breast. Not to impale- but simply to prick.

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And to test the strength of his armor, Zannrick punched away her blade- knowing he'd be fully protected and using the strange retaliation to sneak in his own streak as he cut his own blade at an angle, aiming for her shoulder- or perhaps at least one of the straps holding her dress.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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Swiftly tossing one hip backwards to drag her torso along with it, skirts flowing like ink and brushing his legs, his blade tings lightly across the netting of precious stones that held her dress about her shoulders and throat. She arched an eyebrow at him, smirking vaguely, as if subtly inquiring to his intentions in that moment: to maim or to shame, persay? Nonetheless, she steps back, swinging the blade vertically upward in a powerful, momentous upward stroke to force him back out of her guard- though a cunning glitter seemed to be in her eye.

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Zannrick was forced back, and not necessarily all by her blade. He saw where his blade had cut and paused a moment to guard himself through a shamed bow.

"General Kilandre.. I hadn't meant to harm your dress."
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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Hakon steps back, looking down, straining slightly to see the netting had ever so slightly been torn and some of the precious stones were either pissing or cleanly sliced through. She idly reaches up, releasing one hand from the hilt of her blade to brush the netting and offer him a tiny smile," It can be repaired, besides, there were far too many gems any way... Though I may make you face the wrath of those who created this dress," she muses idly, lowering her blade though her stance spoke of vigilance.

With a teasing smile, she tilts her chin upward, chiding idly," Perhaps you should make the odds more fair, I don't believe you need that much protection, do you?" She comments, theatrically resting her hand on her cheek. Mocking him? Teasing him? Either way, a warm glint seemed to have come into her gaze. She understood him more then words could have expressed, which is all she had wanted in the first place- so truly? She was content, and... Somewhat conflicted, in a good way.

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"Are you referring to my armor, General Kilandre?" he feigned to be taken a back, but snorted at the very idea. His blade, after all was still at the ready, eager and hungry for more strikes, but kept still at his side, like a good trained dog.
"You had agreed to spare with me. The armor is very much like the skin of my body." He was rarely ever seen with it off. "But are you so intimated by it you must question it now?" And without warning, he danced forward, striking out his sword towards her, again and again, this time, seeming to aim for the other shoulder that was the only thing seemingly holding together her dress.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

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Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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She was ready for his attack, in a swift movement of silver steel, she batted his sword off course. Using his momentum as well as a small step forward to draw into his guard, her face a mere inch from his as a sly, deadly smile as sweet as sugar curled her cherry lips," Oh I am not intimidated in the slightest, Sir Zannerick Austengarde," she answered in a low voice- an oddly husky warmth just beneath her wods.

She tilted her face forward, her cheek hovering just beside his as she murmurs in his ear," But I believe it is only fair, due to the fact you seem quite intent of stripping me of my own 'skin'," Her words nothing but a low purr. Allowing her lips to hover just beside his ear. She had never acted so brazenly, well- maybe once or twice before. But never so quickly. It was oddly endearing and exhilirating. Perhaps that haughty Duchess was right? But even if she was.... The General would never admit it.

The moment dragged out for several seconds, she simply allowing the words to hang in the air, full of mystery and suggestion. Alas, she would not let him get away so easily, as she switched the grip upon her sword and drove the hilt firmly into the softer platining of his flank. A solid yet slightly stinging blow.

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He couldn't believe he let this woman get so close to him, and it was strangely erotic. He'd have to see how... in need she might be when this spar was all said and done. He knew now more than ever he needed a lot more than one 'relaxing' evening out on a sparring field- unless he could find means to make it something more....

She had almost got his armor with her strike, but he struck it away and pushed himself back away from her to give himself some space. It would do him no good to allow his judgement to get clouded over primal desires. Just because he considered wanting to bed the general, did, by no means, mean he ought to act on it. Nor let it tar his reputation.

"If I'd want to skin you alive, you'd know it," he taunted. "Because you'd already be dead, or hanging, bleeding out from your lack of skin." there was a wicked smirk, a dark one of appreciation. "Your skills are impressive, General. The Grand Duke was well advised to promote you."
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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She flashes him a vicious smile, wolfish in aggression, cat-like in cunning, purely warrior. Carefully, she reached up to pinch the netting together that hung slightly from her neck- arching a slender eyebrow at him," You seem to be quite confident you could do so without struggle-" she muses in return, idly striding about him in a small circle, akin to a predator about her prey. She wanted him to believe she had control. That was how she had survived nearly unscathed thus far, the entire facade of having complete power and control within a situation made her invincible.

"- Though I appreciate your praise-" she brought the saber up vertically, in a sort of salute, offering him another smile. It was all a mask she had expertly woven, her heart hammered in her chest, she felt particularly flushed and her breathing was much deeper then what this mere spar could draw her to. She too, did not act, but from the look in his eye, she could tell he was pondering the possibility.

Admittedly, she could imagine nothing more desireable then to be utterly tangled with this man of equal strength and standing. But- then again, she had promised herself control - and to wait... She had a duty as well, which was to the future of her family. Alas, that would not keep her from... Experimenting," How many blows do you think that all was? Or does it simply not matter?" She chuckles vaguely.

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Zannrick eyed her, but remained on guard.
"Were you not keeping track?" A mock smile. "I thought you'd take this dual seriously."
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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