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Post by Isabella Black on May 23, 2012 19:10:34 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere  { i have my mother's dreams i have my father's eyes you can't take that form me, just go ahead and try} --- Isabella had an argument with her mother, she disliked being a pawn on a chess board, but little could be said when women in the family of the Black were only meant to bring honour to the family heirloom and try and catch the best fish out of the candidates that doted her with fake compliments and gifts that only offended her? Why treat her like some sort of object for desire and possession? She arched her brow as she greeted her dapple-grey horse. They had become the best of friends since she found him injured, and now the horse was well and only allowed her to ride him. They travelled together and were protective of each other. She caressed his nose and behind the ears while a servant placed the horse chair and sorted the saddle for her, on the right measure for her to ride comfortably.
“Good morning Lady Isabella, I shall have your horse ready in no time.” She smiled at Iakov and thanked him and placed a hand on a necklace she usually wore, it had been a gift form her parents on the day she was born.
She loved her family, her eyes turned back to the great castle where they were probably minding their own daily tasks. She sighed, it was only difficult for her to fit into their projects, it was somewhat unfair she could not have a say at anything and yet have a mind of her own. Sometimes she wished she did not have such strong mind, but little could be done about that now. She was born into a noble family and with that came “specific obligations” or so her mother told her every day. Her eyes looked distant for a moment, but she soon heard her servant state she could hop on the saddle and so she did, she granted him a delightful smile in gratitude and then she took the reins and trotted out of the stables, as she allowed the horse to warm up his muscles she gave one last glance at her home before she set off at a gentle and continuous gallop. This time…
…not looking back.
The horse cantered through the meadows and the fields before entering the woods. Isabella’s golden hair shone elegantly as she looked at the path ahead, never losing concentration. They reached a canvas of thick branches and trees and lessened their rhythm to a trot. She felt more at east now and as the trot halted, she took out her lute and began playing a soft melody, as she sat by a rock. She enjoyed the various kinds of silver flowers, their colours and aromas as she played on, following the rhythm of the wind and the singing of the birds. Isabella wanted to be an exemplary daughter, she really wished to please her progenitors and shape into what she was meant to be, but the mould was too small for the burning dreams in her heart. She wanted much more than a simple life, she wanted adventures, danger, romance, to be able to make her own decisions, but always making her parents proud.
She turned to look in the direction of the mountains as her song ended and she put her lute away on a sachet she usually carried along wherever she went, it was most useful when she needed solitude. From the place she stood onto the mountains was the city of Etrias, for some reason her parents were not fervent of the de Valore household and wanted their elimination and to gain power and the aid of the rebels and general populace. She at times wondered how far she was willing to aid them on this, it seemed too violent and she honestly disliked all forms of it.
She closed her eyes as she felt a light wind play around with her golden wavy hair. It was one of those things she truly was not sure of. She placed the sachet back around her back and fixed her bow and quiver. She then jumped back atop her horse and turned the reins back to the castle, she deemed it was past midday now, and she had been gone for long enough to be relaxed, she did not want her parents to send a search party or to break into despair for her usual strolls. With that thought in mind she decided to take a shortcut. Now you know what they say about shortcuts, either it does not go well or you get lost. Lucky for Isabella, she had a good bond with nature and could never get lost in a forest; nevertheless, luck was not on her side today.
As she reached a small formation of rocks, upon crossing it she saw shapes gathering in front of the path, as it ended and followed a road toward her castle. Usually she would continue galloping and hope these were figments of her imagination, but at their drawing of swords and running at her she could only gasp and fall from her horse. Usually Isabella’s bond with the horse was too strong for something like this to happen, but she had lost concentration and gave in to fear, thus transmitting such emotions to her horse. She watched the horse ride back toward safety, although in reality it had left to look for aid.
Lady Isabella looked upward as two thugs stood right in front of her and laughed eagerly. One of them took her by the arm harshly and forced her to stand up. Isabella gasped in pain and as she stood she did her best to escape these men and so she hit one on the stomach with her knee and then tossed some mud on the eyes of the other. Upon their reaction she turned to make a run for it, but their three comrades forced Lady Isabella against a rock as one of them muttered she was the royal of the castle and they could either ask for a random or sell her for the highest bidder.
She frowned but could not say much being pinned to a wall, She tried to kick but she was soon bound harshly on her wrists, surely they applied too much pressure on them and she suspected the pain would soon turn into cuts and bruises. They placed a handkerchief on her mouth so that she could not cry for help and then they bound her feet. They laughed at her attempts to break free but soon she was placed on one of the men’s shoulders. Her long golden hair falling in cascades as she felt both upset at this situation and angered at their audacity to treat her like that, especially knowing she was a lady, and a noble.
What now?
Even if she managed to break free she still had to confront these ruffians and her chances were too few, they had confiscated her quiver and bow, they even toyed with her precious lute! If only she could break free from this nightmare!
It felt like hours, and the blood pressure was such she felt like fainting, but, after a long walk, she was simply placed on cold ground. It was unnecessary to mention they did so rudely and due to the impact she awoke startled realizing it was no nightmare, this was very much real.
The ruffians had taken her to the depths of the forest, and now they were dividing among themselves the treasure of their last hunt. One of the men threatened her with his blade, stating he had killed children either. How could someone be so cruel? As she moved her wrists to see how tight the ropes were, she realized that she now had bruises and cuts, and it would get worse if she remained as such, but these men knew no mercy.
No mercy showed in their cold stare… All Isabella could do now was pray to be found or hope to be entertaining and tell them stories and play songs with her lute so they would not end her life that day.
Or…
Perhaps… these was still hope for her, somewhere in this forest… * rise against |
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Post by Joscelin de Valore on May 28, 2012 0:36:26 GMT -5
Joscelin had always ever been a man who earned his way through life. He had been born the Crown Prince, yes, and some may say that he had ever always had a silver sthingy in his mouth, but that wasn't exactly the case.The people always tended to forget that Joscelin's father, the King of all Etrias, was a strick, stern and soldierly man. It was a rarity for him to show any semblance of affection, although that wasn't to say he hated Joscelin; oh, no, never that. He adored Joscelin for he was his first son, but he was fond of him even more so because Joscelin had earned his way.
Blood, sweat, and tear were the few amongst numerous sacrifices that Joscelin had made since his youth.The lessons he had learned from it was that one could not depend on others. He had to focus and do what he had to in order to make things happen. It was why when it came to hunting Joscelin refused to be in the company of servants.
He had done such once with his sisters; after all, they were young women and not boys groomed for a proper hunt, unlike his little brother. Nonetheless, a royal hunt took the actual exhilaration and skill out of it. There were numerous servants in attendants, tables and food brought to have luncheon out on the land, and men beating game out of hiding to be shot by the nobility, and royalty, having their ride. It was pathetic to say the very least.
Joscelin liked to be alone when he hunted. It allowed him to think clearly. There was no gambling out here, nor any wine and women. It was just him, his horse, and his thoughts. He wasn't clouded by his addictions, and although feeling sober weakened him at first, he felt stronger for it in the end. It was peaceful and relieving to be miles away from any semblance of court intrigue. There was no need to weigh possibilities and consequences, no reason to prepare himself for subtle, barbed words and jabs in court, or having to read nobility and figure out whether or not they supported his little brother or him.
It was a dangerous game.
He had been away from Caer l'Aurore for a few days now. Joscelin had an excellent in being able to live off the land and hunt when it came to it. It also helped that he normally entered the forest so deep, and off the beaten path, that he didn't run into anyone. If he did, more than likely they didn't know he was the Crown Prince. In reality, most commoners would live their entire life without ever having laid their eyes on royalty. It also helped that he dressed normally as well, choosing to dress in riding leathers other than outright clothing that was a cut above the rest.
What happened that day, however, was something Joscelin could not ignore.
"Where'd you come from, hm?" He asked.
It was a horse, but not a wild one. It was groomed and wore tack. It belonged to someone, and judging by the equipment, it belonged to a woman. He tugged on the seat and eyed the beast quietly for a few moments. The horse eyed him return, snorting.
"Where's your rider?" He asked, knowing that he wouldn't be given an answer. He stroked the horse's nose. "We'll find her."
He had never considered himself the chivalrous sort. He hated the label because he wasn't a man who put himself out there in such a way, making a point to be honorbound, kind, and flawless at every moment. He wasn't. He was just a man, and although he considered himself an excellent swordsman, he didn't consider better than any other. He bled red just like anyone.
Joscelin tied the horse to his own mount, using a lead line. Afterward, Joscelin decided to follow the horse's tracks back where it had come from. What he found concerned him. He had no ability to conjure up an image of what happened, but from what he did see gave him enough information to come to the conclusion that there had been a struggle.
What didn't help was that he was running out of time.
He followed the tracks, which was far easier since there were six of them, one more dainty than the other five. One woman, he thought, but five men . . . that would pose a problem. He decided he'd follow and survey the situation. Idly he wondered whether it was wise of him or not, but he shoved that aside as he continued to follow the tracks, both horses following quietly in his wake as time passed.
He found them.
The woman. Five men. The odds against him and looming over him. Yet, Joscelin knew that he wouldn't die here. He was a better man in combat in any situation. Some may have called him arrogant for it, but no, he was confident and for good reason. First, however, he had to plan out his attack. He couldn't go in wailing and flailing about like some mad man. He had to be smart about it. So, Joscelin tied his horse to a tree, assuring the leadline was tight to his own mount's saddle. Satisfied, Joscelin went about removing his sword from the saddle, cinching his belt around his waist. With a heavy sigh, Joscelin shut his eyes and set his brow against his horse's great head. The beast snorted.
"I will be back," he said.
It was a promise.
"I'd like to test her," one of the men said, shooting her a lewd smile. "She's pretty, isn't she?" Asked another, who was sitting closer to her. He waggled his brows at her suggestively. "I'm pretty too aren't I?" He asked, grinning at her toothily. A third man, barking in laughter, came to his feet. "Calm yourselves, lads," he said, "I'll be back, I need to take a piss," the third man said as he wandered off.
"So, why can't we have her?" The first man asked in disappointment.
"She's not some common doxy. She's a fancy one...can get us some good coin from her," the fourth said, who seemed more in charge than the others. "I like money," the fifth said. "Now, if they refuse to meet our terms then we can play with her a bit," the fifth said with a sweet smile, looking over to her and licking his lips.
"And then maybe..." The fifth started but was cut off by the sound of a heavy body hitting the dirt. It was the body of a gagged, bound man, his face bloody and swelling. Joscelin stood over him, looking unimpressed. He set his foot upon the man's back, pinning him to the floor.
"Release the woman," he said.
Four men against one. They stared and broke into laughter. They could hardly believe that a man, so at odds, would dare to pin himself against four armed, dangerous men. They said nothing. Instead, they leapt to their feet, drew their weapons and charged the huntsman. Joscelin, however, was fast. It was like watching a deadly dance. Joscelin swayed, parried, struck true, and killed with efficiency. Each blow was clean, one strike that meant certain death, not a strike that would leave a wound to fester and leave them to dying over time, although mayhap they deserved that. Breathless, Joscelin wiped the blood from his blade on the jerkin of one of the men.
Hard faced and stoic, Joscelin stood and sheathed his blade. He moved toward her, blotting out the sight of the bodies and carnage from her with his form. He knelt beside her, rolling her onto her side before he removed his belt knife, cutting her bindings in order to free her hands. He didn't speak, at least not at first. He was breathing hard though, willing himself to calm.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, my lady," he murmured lowly to her suddenly and apologetically. He didn't meet her gaze as he touched her wrists gently. "They deserved worse..." He trailed off. "They did not claim you...?" He asked, hopeful that she hadn't ben raped. There was concern on his face, brows furrowed.
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Post by Isabella Black on May 29, 2012 19:41:11 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere { i have my mother's dreams i have my father's eyes you can't take that form me, just go ahead and try} --- "I'd like to test her,"
"She's pretty, isn't she?"
"I'm pretty too aren't I?"
"Calm yourselves, lads… I'll be back; I need to take a piss,"
"So, why can't we have her?"
"She's not some common doxy. She's a fancy one...can get us some good coin from her,"
"I like money… Now, if they refuse to meet our terms then we can play with her a bit,"
It would be foolish to state Isabella was not afraid on any account. After all, a group of bandits had just captured her on her way back to the castle and were fully aware of her lineage. It annoyed her to have fallen into such a trap as this one, moreover, being unable to escape or give them a fight to regret this day. Yet, the worst was not over, no, the way they spoke of her, how they eyed her with malice and lust, and even dared caress her long golden hair truly disgusted her. She moved away whenever possible, but what could a disarmed woman do against such threat?
Either way, the only weapon she could use was a bow and arrow, and now, being bound as she was and far away form her belongings she was truly at their mercy which was far from lenient. She was certain soon her family would be worried about her, which made Isabella wonder if they would manage to find her on time, or not. She shrugged at the thought and moved away from one of them as he laughed and tried to grab her. Her back found the comfort of a tree trunk and she turned from them.
She disliked feeling like some kind of prize or object to be sold. That seemed to be her current situation, one of the many women victims of a society with patriarchal laws and cannons that were to be respected or, otherwise, they would haunt you. Isabella did not dislike her way of life or family, but at times she wished she could fence for herself; she hated being the laughing stock of anyone, especially cruel ruffians like these ones who were already planning to hurt her if their plans did not go well and no gold coins were granted for her.
They said sometimes beauty was a curse more than a gift. Not everyone had the capacity to admire beauty, quite the contrary; some nurtured their narcissism, ego, and desire from it, destroying its integrity and radiance.
She took a deep breath, trying to relax and find a way out of this mess. But what could she do now? Unless she waited for most of them to be asleep, yet, how would she fool the one who remained awake? She could pretend to seduce one of them, but if he sounded the alarm or any of them woke up, then she would truly be harmed, not only physically but also psychologically. The honour of her family would be tainted and destroyed. It would be nearly impossible for Isabella to make amends in such dark and perilous situations. And even if she did, it would be less likely her family connections would improve and, as much as she would like being able to chose her own path, her father seemed determined to have her well wed-off. She raised an eyebrow, that had been the very reason she had left for a long ride that morning, she could not stand the insistence of her mother and father, as much as she loved them, she was not ready to make a blind decision, marriage was for life. It could not be rushed…
The way the men laughed at her, mocked her even and planned on satiating their dark thirst annoyed her to the point she was ready to slap them all. But she would be unable to truly harm them right? – One thing she knew though, if they tried to lay a finger on her she would fight and shake and kick with all her strength to break free form their grasp, she would not be an easy woman to break.
"And then maybe..."
She shivered lightly at the darkness of their intentions and only then did she turned to look at them, as they stopped on their conversation and looked somewhat… shocked. She gasped in fright the moment the bandit who had left them for a moment returned and fell to the grass lifeless. She looked away in horror but then her attention was brought back as a different voice addressed the thieves.
"Release the woman,"
Isabella’s eyes turned to look at the young man who seemed to be here to help her. In a way she was glad and relieved someone had come to aid her, nevertheless, she knew these men were dangerous and she felt slightly concerned for the young man. Her eyes examined his blue eyes which were like the tempestuous ocean at night, he looked angered and in a way suspicious of these men, yet she had never seen him before, at least she did not think so.
He was tall and proud, had he not been wearing simple hunting clothes she would have mistaken him for a noble or a Prince of a far-off land. She heard the men laugh at his words and felt afraid for the young man’s life. The men drew their swords and attacked her saviour with no scruples, as expected of them. But she was truly impressed by the way the young man handled himself, he had grace and speed and used them to his advantage presenting a great challenge none of the bandits could best as much as they tried, and they fought to the death. And soon it embraced them all; the young man stood looking at the corpses as he regained breath.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, my lady,"
She had been looking at the ground for a time, in a way feeling guilty that this man had to risk his life just because she had been silly and took a short-cut to go back to the castle. She also disliked blood spilling although these men could deserve such punishment, Isabella believed in redemption, something her family did not approve of. She was glad the young man was well and unharmed, but she still felt somewhat ashamed he had to do this in order to help her. She was truly helpless wasn’t she?
She heard him talk and smiled, her eyes looked at him shyly as she whispered, “You have saved me, I feared for your safety.”
"They deserved worse..."
Maybe they did, however, now that the danger was over, for the time being, she was glad and relieved and could feel some sorrow touch her heart at the horrible experience, she had been so frightened. She could not believe she had experienced such terrible thing. “Thank you”, she said as she looked down at him, while he so gently looked at her injured wrists, they hurt a little, but she did not complain.
Instead she wondered how someone as brave and strong as him could touch her hands with such gentleness, it wasn’t everyday she came across anyone with such personality.
"They did not claim you...?"
He was truly concerned. She felt moved; another person would have simply left her once he had dealt with the threat. But this young man helped her instead, and even asked her how she was, that did not happen everyday. Or so did the tales she heard in the castle said. She had always been told that those who helped others would generally dismiss any other duty or obligation once the enemy was destroyed.
She shivered at the though and at the realization of the real danger she had been exposed to, her eyes allowed some crystal tears decorate her rosy cheeks while she shook her head, “No.” She replied as she looked down at the grass to avoid him seeping her tears. Her father always said crying was for the weak, and she dreaded showing weakness, but right now she had been taken off guard.
But now, she was safe, and grateful toward this young man. But she grew curious, who was he and how did he manage to find her in such hidden parts of the forest? She was a local and did not remember ever coming across these marshes.
Her amber eyes shone as the sunrays emerged form the corners between trees and branches, twigs and leaves. A light breeze played with her golden hair and for a moment she felt at peace. Had this man not arrived when he did, she was unsure she would have been so lucky.
But she did not know his name…
Should she dare ask? * rise against |
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Post by Joscelin de Valore on May 30, 2012 13:52:04 GMT -5
Joscelin was relieved to find out that she hadn't been used, although she carried the markings of having been bound. At least it was just that and only that, however, for things could have been far worse if he hadn't acted sooner. Unfortunately, there wasn't much that he could do for her raw wrists until he had her away from there and back with his mount, and even then still. He would have to find somewhere for them to rest, where he felt safe to tend to her hurts and believed they wouldn't be in any sort of danger.
"Thank your horse," he said suddenly, which was entirely true. If not for her mount then Joscelin would have never suspected that she was out there somewhere, that there was some damsel in distress having been recently kidnapped. Granted, if he had come across her randomly, he would have still helped her. Joscelin may have been considered a drunken, womanizing, gambling fool at times, but he had a heart still, and being sober, and far from the stress of court intrigue and politicking life style, so Joscelin was able to be clear of mind and able to show his true colors.
He caught a glimpse of her crying, although Joscelin said nothing. He had never been so very good at comforting woman. Then again, he had always been rather well with his sisters. Somehow, however, that was very different in his eyes. He had known his sisters since they had been tiny, little, mewling babes. He knew them better than they knew themselves, and so, it made things rather easy. He knew just what it took to soothe them. On the other hand, women he hardly knew made things somewhat difficult for him. Yes, he was an artist when it came to conversing, flirting and charming them, but when it came to their tears? Well, maybe the fact that it tugged at his heart strings didn't exactly make things easy or comfortable for him.
He took a deep breath.
"I will see you safely home if you wish it," he offered suddenly, "although I must confess that I am weary beyond imagining at the moment. I've been tracking you for the better part of the night," he confessed. "Although a few more hours will not hurt if you live nearby...I fear my own home is quite far from here." He paused as he reached down, touching her ankles gently to cheek if she were bound there. She wasn't. His hard, calloused hand stroked over her ankle without thinking for a moment before he sheathed his knife. He drew her hand into his and came to his feet, helping her up.
"I am Joscelin," he said suddenly, still holding her hand as he looked down at her.
"May I ask your name, my lady?" He asked, sincere.
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Post by Isabella Black on May 30, 2012 16:43:36 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere { i have my mother's dreams i have my father's eyes you can't take that form me, just go ahead and try} --- Isabella Black was truly impressed by this man. He seemed relieved that she had not been harmed in worse ways, had he arrived later. She could not understand how someone who did not know her, could show so much concern for her wellbeing, after all, according to her family, women were meant to always be fragile and grateful, but must not expect every man to come to their aid, they had “more important things” to deal with, or so her father always pointed out with disdain. She did not mind though, she loved her family and that was all that mattered, she never took anything to heart, unless of course she was being insulted or harmed in any way.
Mayhap that was what made her slightly suspicious of whomever she met. Her eyes looked up to his, he was being sincere, and there was no denying that for eyes could never lie. She began to try and tell where they were now; she was not sure how far they were form her home but there had to be a cave of some sort where they could spend the night safe from weather and human threat. Perhaps they could study the area they were at? – Scrap that, they had to leave as soon as possible, for there could be more bandits after them.
"Thank your horse,"
Yes, she had not forgotten her horse escaped being captured and must have definitely looked for help of some sort. She smiled, they had been friends for a very long time and it never ceased to amaze her how it protected her and did his outmost best to ensure she was always happy and well. Nonetheless, this man had freely come to her aid, whether her horse found him or not, he could have left her to succumb in the hands of her captors. Being in the wilderness, away form her family’s duties and influences she was able to express herself more freely and thank this man properly, “My horse, yes he is quite a smart equine, and though he may have guided you to where I was, you alone chose to help me and for that I am grateful.”
Would she ever be able to repay his favour? How could she ever thank him enough? Many things could have happened that night, and he had granted her the possibility to escape that. This would not be such a bad day after all. She ran a hand through her face in order to eliminate the tears that for a moment had threatened to make her break into sobs and she took a deep breath, the worst was over now. She knew though, that her family would look for her, but if she arrived the next morning safe and sound it would please them, they would even show their gratitude toward this benevolent man. She was sure.
"I will see you safely home if you wish it… although I must confess that I am weary beyond imagining at the moment. I've been tracking you for the better part of the night… Although a few more hours will not hurt if you live nearby...I fear my own home is quite far from here."
Her eyes sparkled with joy, and surprise showed on her face. Not only was this man saving her, but he also offered to ensure she goes back home safely? She truly owed him a lot! She looked around for a moment before her amber eyes met his ocean blue, “I’m afraid I know not where I am, they took me a long way away from my home. Maybe it would be best to move away form here, in case more of them come back and to evade the weather.” Mayhap a cave could be found nearby.
She watched him look at her ankles, probably looking for another rope to cut, but her legs were free. She grabbed his hands as he helped her to her feet and then she looked up into his eyes. He was quite handsome and his countenance that of a leader. She would not be surprised if he suddenly announced he was someone of high importance.
"I am Joscelin,"
Her eyes did not leave his as he spoke his name and she whispered it as if she meant to remember it for a s long as she lived. She was so concentrate don learning his name that she ignored the fact that he was still holding her hand and their eyes were still locked into each other.
"May I ask your name, my lady?"
It was his last question what awoke her from her sudden state of enchantment and she moved to shake al the dirt and leaves form her dress. Her eyes then looked into his once more, “I am Isabella,” she smiled at him and then she leaned to take her small bag which contained her lute and then she took her bow. She did not wish to leave any of her belongings behind, especially when other villains could use it to fool her family for a ransom.
Her wrists hurt slightly and were swollen, she could feel the cuts opening slightly at her movements, but she would not complain about such small wounds, she would walk or ride for as long as Joscelin wanted them to, it was the least she could do after him saving her life. * rise against |
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Post by Joscelin de Valore on May 30, 2012 22:43:29 GMT -5
"Isabella," Joscelin echoed her.
It was a fitting name considering that she was not only young and attractive, but she had a regal look about her. Joscelin, on the other hand, certainly did not dress the part, at least not there and then. If it had been at some sort of social event then Joscelin would have definitely been decked out in rich clothing and adorned with jewelry. Such things would only get in the way out here though, thus why he wore no jewelry whatsoever and chose to wear the old, tried and tested riding leathers that have been in use for decades.
He watched as she grabbed her things. One thing that surprised him certainly was the bow she had in her possession. For once, since saving her, he allowed himself an amusing thought of how things may have turned out if she had been able to skewer her kidnappers. Then again, mayhap it was for the best that she hadn't given them reason to put their hands on her any more than necessary.
"Your horse isn't so far from here," he said, as if reading her mind. "I know this land fairly well. There's a cave not so far away, one that's a bit hard to reach unless you know where you're looking and going. If there happens to be any more of these vagrants then all they will find are their friends and nothing more," he added. He fully intended to make some distance between themselves and her former kidnappers. Fortunately, Joscelin being a grand hunter and tracker meant that he could assure that their own tracks were practically untraceable.
"Are you ready?" He asked, waiting for her to finish grabbing her things. When she was he tossed his head, gesturing in the direction of where he had tied up their horses. "They're just this way," he said and fell silent, although only for a short while.
"Once we're settled I will tend to your wrists. I also have food if you're hungry, and then we will rest...well, I will rest...then I will return you home, or if anything bring somewhere safe..." He trailed off and then eyed her curiously. "What were you doing out here all alone anyway? I see that you have a bow, but something makes me doubt that you came out here with the intentions of hunting. So, why?" He asked as they walked, and before long they had arrived where he had tied their horses off. The beasts shifted, snorted, and drew closer. Joscelin went about untying them, removing the lead line he had used to bind their horses as well.
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Post by Isabella Black on May 31, 2012 2:08:44 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere { i have my mother's dreams i have my father's eyes you can't take that form me, just go ahead and try} --- She no longer wondered why she had been captured or how she did not see the men follow her tracks. But she was no hunter, she was no person versed in the art of stealth and weapon mastery, she was simply someone who could only surpass many with hr riding skills and, perhaps if she came to notice the threat beforehand, she could try and use her bow. In this case, she was attacked much sooner than she could realize she was begin followed or in great danger. And so they caught her off guard and by the time she tried to use her bow three men held her against her will.
She had to confess, she had always been intrigued by the hunting sport and had always asked her father to take her with him on his hunts, but he never acceded. Her place was not in the wilderness, as he always presumed. Still, Isabella could not understand why she could not come and watch such sport. Well, she did know she would have the opportunity to do so, maybe this man could take her hunting if they needed food supplies?
She moved a lock of golden hair from her face as she ignored her last thoughts, she had to be grateful for what this man did, and would do in order to get her to safety. He had done more than enough and was making use of his time to help her; she could not be so selfish that she would dare ask these things. Maybe in another moment, when both of them are less weary and under other circumstances the occasion would arise.
"Your horse isn't so far from here… I know this land fairly well. There's a cave not so far away, one that's a bit hard to reach unless you know where you're looking and going. If there happens to be any more of these vagrants then all they will find are their friends and nothing more,"
She eyed him for a moment quite intrigued. Both had the same thought? She was impressed at his ability to plan good strategies with such little amount of time, and not only that, but since she did not recognize him as an inhabitant of these lands, he revealed he knew the land. So he often travelled here? She smiled and said, “Do you travel here often? I know they say this forest is good for hunting.” Now, other women would find that sport an aberration, nevertheless, Isabella did not, she enjoyed it and read a lot about the subject, on the different kinds of animals you could find and how that helped increase your senses when in the wilderness.
Despite her father’s prohibitions, Isabella read books on the subjects she truly liked during the night, when no one could call her off on that account. She hung the rope of the bag, which covered the lute, around her shoulder and then she looked around to ensure she did not leave anything behind.
"Are you ready?"
She nodded and said, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” She walked toward him as he stated their horses were nearby. She walked alongside him as he felt silent for a moment, unable to move about without looking down she felt a light shock at the sight of the dead men, but she was not afraid, she had seen many of her father’s knights and friends in such state after a battle, especially now that bandit raids seem common all about the kingdom. She raised an eyebrow and wondered why suddenly this had come to pass. Many blamed it on the rebels, but in reality she had never seen her father talk with anyone who looked twisted enough to be considered a ruffian or a thud.
"Once we're settled I will tend to your wrists. I also have food if you're hungry, and then we will rest...well, I will rest...then I will return you home, or if anything bring somewhere safe..."
She smiled at his words; he was being far too kind. He certainly had to accept the hospitality of her house once they arrived to the castle, it was the least she could do for him. And by bringing her home safe and sound her father would certainly show his gratitude. It would also give the old man an excuse to spend time with younger men treating them like the sons he had never had.
She nodded and said, “Thank you,” she felt she was unable to repay in any way, but remembering her usual occupation and the things she liked doing, she considered crafting some wood for him, sadly she did not have any of her tools to make him a ring of some sort so a wooden trinket would do. At least for now. She had her small knife with her so, once she learned on the types of things Joscelin enjoyed, she would be able to make something for him. It would not be much, but it would be a good gesture of gratitude.
"What were you doing out here all alone anyway? I see that you have a bow, but something makes me doubt that you came out here with the intentions of hunting. So, why?"
She felt his curious gaze and for a moment blushed and looked away. She felt rather silly and the truth of how she got in this mass was so meaningless, she was afraid she would not give him any interesting tale. However, it would help her talking about this to someone, right?
She sighed lightly before she said; “I left my home early in the morning, since I had had the usual argument with my mother and father. I needed some time away, alone with no one to dictate any cannons for me.” She looked at the path they followed and once she spotted her horse she smiled and embraced his nose as she added, “It got late and I thought I could go back through a shortcut.” She turned to look at him as she finished, “Then I was attacked, and I was so absorbed in my thoughts I had no time to react, then my horse went looking for aid.”
She jumped on her saddle and then asked curiously, “Were you hunting when you found my horse?” If she could not go hunting at least she could engage in conversation with someone who knew of such sport. Interest could be seen in her eyes as she wondered what kind of animals he had seen and hunted throughout the years. * rise against |
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Post by Joscelin de Valore on Jun 19, 2012 22:41:17 GMT -5
Joscelin listened to her without interruption. Instead, he thought deeply on it all. When she had mentioned the 'usual argument,' Joscelin couldn't help but recall his own feelings toward his own family currently. He was certain that he made his father proud, and his sisters adored him, but when it came to his mother and brother . . . well, that was where things were uncertain for him. Still, it was about her, and there was a part of him that felt for her. If she had been born a man she certainly wouldn't have been ruled by the laws her parents instilled. As it were, however, Isabella was theirs to rule as most young women were by their parents. It was the nature of things in Etrias, and unfortunately for her she would have suffered a grievous consequence for her spirited ways if it hadn't been for him.
"You do not need to thank me, my lady, anyone would have done the same for you," he said. It was something that he hoped was true, although a part of him doubted it. There were so many men who would rather save their own skin than to risk themselves for someone else. Joscelin, however, had been born, bred, and groomed to become who he was: an honorable, chivalrous man worthy of being the Crown Prince of Etrias. Granted, his addictions as of late did cast a shadow over his reputation. Unfortunately for Joscelin this act would go untold, but what mattered was that he did it. That he was there.
Joscelin mounted his horse when she asked if he had been hunting.
"I was," Joscelin admitted. "I come here when I wish for a bit of time to myself...I suppose that we are the same when it comes to that, my lady," he said. "I know this place like the back of my hand...I've been coming here for...God, I do not even know anymore, I've lost count. Mayhap well over a decade...I was rather young the first time I came here, although the first time I had come alone I was about fifteen or so," he mused, smiling to himself.
He had missed those days. He had been young and care free, with no fears or worries. All was well within the world and there were pretty girls eager to earn for his affection whenever he had come home, and he had even savored the scoldings he had received. It was all the norm. Now, however, Joscelin was worn down by the troubles of being a Prince and the scars of war.
"I try my best for big game such as elks and boars," he started to explain, "sometimes I run into a bear, but I haven't dared to take such a thing down...dangerous, ferocious beasts," he said in amusement, especially since he had just taken on a handful of thugs singlehandedly. Men certainly were the most dangerous of things, and in a way he had hunted them by tracking them. It was strange to think of.
He went onto the matter at hand. All the while leading her along.
"I know of a cave...we will stay there for the night and on the morrow we will figure things out...I would like to make sure that you return home safely if you would allow me," he said, glancing over at her.
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Post by Isabella Black on Jun 22, 2012 14:26:43 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere { i have my mother's dreams i have my father's eyes you can't take that form me, just go ahead and try} --- Isabella closed her eyes for a brief moment as a great gust of wind caressed her face. Golden locks of hair danced with the cool breeze as the air travelled on to continue its journey. Taking a deep breath, it soothed her. Someone else in her situation would not be as tranquil; besides, she had pretty much realized that her spirited temper could be her undoing. It was difficult to understand how after what she experienced she managed to feel so calmed and relaxed. She did not even panic. It was the presence of this man, who made use of his dexterous skills in battle to protect her, and that sense she had never experienced before. Even in the castle she dwelt, with her family, the guards, her friends, she still felt anxious and rather afraid. Unsure as to why she held such feeling sin her own home, she began to watch soldiers train their skills in archery closely, and secretly developed good skills. But a bow would not help her in close combat, hence her current situation. She still could not believe her luck, her eyes looked at him curiously, he had no idea how indebted and grateful she was to him. Maybe he was used to this? He looked like a man who could keep his head cold upon a battle so he had much experience on the sort, besides his body also betrayed his fighting skills, he looked like one would describe a powerful warrior. As much as she wanted to be weary of this man for he was still a stranger to her, if he had wished to harm her, he would not have risked his life, nor would he have killed men in the process, to Isabella, a weapon had to be more than a means to kill, but the very object to protect life itself.
It was hard to explain but Isabella grew up in a rather gloomy environment where no fairy tales were encouraged. Her brothers were harshly trained and treated as mere weapons of power and protection, and Isabella and her sisters were simply trained to be pedestals for their father’s ambitions, which was why they truly did not think anyone would ever come to their rescue, once you fell in a trap that was the end, and the fatalities their father would tell them ensured they kept hidden in the castle, however, as of late, Isabella gained some freedom whenever allowed to go horseback riding. And not only that, but her father for some reason seemed kin to get her involved in his darker motives. It amazed her that she was chosen for this. She was suspicious of this, for her father did not trust so easily, and it terrified her the curiosity she felt toward things, which was what he exploited upon this task. Yet, if she got to know her family better, then perhaps she could make up her mind about them. Although, she would still love her family, they were after all, the persons she grew up with.
She looked down at her hands for a moment, after the adrenaline of watching the fight for them to escape slowly diminished, she could begin to feel the pain of the ropes, and it burned whenever her fingers moved to hold the reins, or if she moved her hand to guide the horse to turn one way or another. But she did not complain, nor did she cry. Instead she made use of her heels to guide her horse through the thickness of the woods whichever way Joscelin guided them. She looked about them occasionally spotting a squirrel chirping and jumping from one branch to another. She knew her brothers often told her, when animals moved about at peace it meant there was no imminent danger. She noticed Joscelin also seemed a bit more at peace. She could not help it but to wonder whom this man was, where he came from and how he came to being such skilled hunter and warrior.
Another thing that impressed her was how concentrated he seemed to listen to every single word that escaped her lips. Usually her words were unimportant, and she was constantly told a lady was not expected to talk. So, if what she said was meaningless why was this man showing such interest on her words and current state of affairs?
"You do not need to thank me, my lady, anyone would have done the same for you,"
She smiled at his words, how she wanted to believe them! But… Her eyes turned back toward the path they followed. Her family had told her otherwise all her life, why would it be any different now? How could the words of a stranger change her viewpoint? Although, truth be told, he was the very example that there was people out there who would do anything to protect the innocents. In a way, not only had his fighting impressed her, but also the kindness he showed her, it lifted her spirits and in a way pleased her heart that men like Joscelin graced this world.
"I was… I come here when I wish for a bit of time to myself...I suppose that we are the same when it comes to that, my lady,"
She smiled to his words and nodded, although she was quite intrigued. Both of them sought shelter from their various burdens in these woods, however, they had never crossed paths, he had to be a truly magnificent hunter, and not only that, they must have never come at the same time. Nay, it could not be so, perchance then they did not realize nor think someone else could have sought for the silence and solitude of the forest close to her home, for whenever a person is weary with his own problems, his inner world stops moving and the person forgets that the outside world is still in motion. “It pleases me to know this, Lord Joscelin, yet I hope I did not disturb your peace with my silly behaviour, nor that I stopped you from enjoying your sport.” When it came to feeling guilty for things that did not even concern her, Isabella was among the top five. Brought up to feel remorse upon the smallest of flaws she came to realize she would never like to be the reason of a person’s suffering and this man had come to enjoy his quiet time and hunt, instead he ended up rescuing her form the mess she got in.
"I know this place like the back of my hand...I've been coming here for...God, I do not even know anymore, I've lost count. Mayhap well over a decade...I was rather young the first time I came here, although the first time I had come alone I was about fifteen or so,"
“I’m impressed, usually these forests are mainly travelling routes, which at times can be dangerous for thievery, however, those who live nearby find it their sanctuary and few would imagine anyone not form around here would find it so. I’m surprised we never came across each other before.” She considered his words for a moment and she smiled, “I could almost say I grew up here, my mother used to bring me when I was a child, however her duties and my younger siblings slowly kept her away the longer and I ended up coming with my brothers to accompany them on their hunting sport.” She laughed softly at the memories, “They were quite good at it, and I enjoyed the thrill, the jog, all the tactics I could mirror from following them, and more importantly the beauty and uniqueness of the creatures we would find.” She caressed her horse’s neck as she added, “However, the moment I turned fourteen I was no longer allowed to accompany my brothers or to even talk on the subject with them, I find that utterly strange.” She shrugged and concluded, “But it did not bother me, I would still overhear them talking about their sport with my father. I could not help it though, I am terribly curious.” Maybe Joscelin would think her silly, but Isabella was truly earnest, and when she came across someone whose company she enjoyed, she was quite talkative, unless she felt like being silent and reserved and absorbed in her mind. Also, it had to be said, her life in the castle rendered her too much time on her own, in silence, finding someone she could converse with was a treat at present!
In a way, she had told him this to make him smile, it seemed to her that, as he spoke of the years he had been in these woods, his eyes darkened and decayed as if a great burden rested upon his shoulders. She wondered if his past had marked his present and something in it made him suddenly feel as if he was weary and his past haunted him constantly. If there was anything she could do to help her saviour, she certainly would. It was the least she could do for someone who showed her such generosity, not just anyone would risk his life to save a stranger, even if it was a woman.
"I try my best for big game such as elks and boars… sometimes I run into a bear, but I haven't dared to take such a thing down...dangerous, ferocious beasts,"
She listened to his words with great interest, surely it must appear strange to him that she showed such interest, but having so many siblings and seldom spending any time with her mother and sisters, she took in the pleasure of nature and its creatures. She imagined him on his own, facing a powerful elk, or the challenge of a wild boar. She smiled to herself, he seemed to have been doing this for many years, and as he spoke of something he enjoyed he seemed cheerful. She even caught his last words and laughed softly, although she could not stop herself from saying, “A bear?” She was truly impressed, “I dare say, that is truly amazing and overwhelming at the same time, I have only heard of them, mayhap we will see one.” She smiled at him and said, “After the courage, skill and strength you showed today, I do not think there are many creatures that could pose a greater challenge to you, Lord Joscelin.” They said… she tends to be too honest, but it was simply the person she was.
“Anyone would be surprised that a woman could show interest on such things,” she mused out loud as she moved a twig form her face as they reached down a rock fall. She turned to look momentarily behind them; hopefully those bandits would not come hunting for them. She leaned back in order to help her horse when going down the path. It was then Joscelin spoke again.
"I know of a cave...we will stay there for the night and on the morrow we will figure things out...I would like to make sure that you return home safely if you would allow me,"
She was thrilled, was that wrong? She had not been in the wilderness with company for a while, least of all camping outdoors, it was like a revelation to her, although she did not openly show it, she smiled and said, “Of course, you are too kind Sir.” It was then her eyes met with what looked like a hidden crack, but in reality it was a fresh opening, surely that was the cave he was referring to? She took a deep breath as they reached their destination, as she looked at her hands she realized now that… she would be unable to jump off her horse as she usually did, they were quite injured and she did not wish to harm them any further or break her wrists even. She looked at her hands for a moment, as their horses stopped in front of the cave, her dapple-grey twitched its ears as if questioning her hesitation. She bit her lower lip; she hoped Joscelin did not think her pathetic. * rise against |
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Post by Joscelin de Valore on Oct 27, 2012 23:15:37 GMT -5
Joscelin found her rather amusing, and even refreshing, that she was not only interested in hunting but did so herself. Yes, it wasn't exactly proper of a woman to enjoy such, particularly an actual hunt and not some dull, royal game where servants chased terrified hares out of hiding, but then Joscelin wasn't one for propriety at times. She was different, and Joscelin liked different. Granted, their meeting wasn't exactly one to boast of. Yet, still, it was certainly one to write down, remember, and even tell of when he's an old man. After all, it wasn't every day that he quite literally saved a damsel in distress.
In the end, Joscelin was in awe of her.
He couldn't help but imagine her in the midst of the hunt. Huntress, she would be, beautiful and deadly whilst navigating the forest without a hitch. The thought stirred something deep within him, and he instantly knew what it was. It was an attraction. He couldn't help such a thing; after all, he was a man, and she was a beautiful, wounded woman. Mind that he didn't specifically seek out wounded women, but there was something about the fact that she needed him that made him even more drawn to her. Perhaps it was the fact that it gave him excuses to touch her and make certain that she was safe.
Soldierly, stoic, and fearsome, these were the words men would call him, but at that moment Joscelin was anything but that. Instead, he was attentive, caring, and mayhap slowly becoming much more to a stranger that he was slowly finding hard to let go.
"Perhaps it is simply destiny that led our paths to cross now," Joscelin mused. "After all, I did save your life. So mayhap it truly was meant to be." He fell silent for a few moments and looked truly thoughtful. Destiny, he thought, was a strange thing to consider. It could be cruel or kind to a person. Setting it aside, he decided to be somewhat humorous instead. "Now that we have been brought together, however, we may now be able to hunt freely. Trusting that I am able to return you home safely, of course."
Having come to a stop, and dismounted, Joscelin didn't think twice about approaching her first. Her safety and well being was far more important to him than quite literally anything else at that moment in time. It showed not only in his eyes but his body language as he touched her horse's flank and gazed up at her. "May I?" He asked, intending to bring her down from the saddle. His hand, once upon the horse's flank, was now upon her leg. His touch was mindful and gentle all at once.
He waited for her consent.
The moment she granted it, Joscelin leaned upwards and set his hand gently upon her hip. "I will not drop you, I swear," he said. In a few moments, Joscelin lifted her quite easily and slowly lowered her to the earth. Trapped between her horse, and improperly her savior, Joscelin's hands lingered upon her hips, his breath warm as it fell upon her face for that's how truly close they wear at that moment. For a span of time, Joscelin couldn't think. All he could do was search those eyes of hers.
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Post by Isabella Black on Oct 29, 2012 19:49:13 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere { i have my mother's dreams i have my father's eyes you can't take that form me, just go ahead and try} --- Few would ever consider that the hands that could play a lute so gracefully were also strong enough to kill her prey. That was the reality of a hunger or huntress although the later was not easily found in this patriarchal society. Most of the time she would have to accompany her brother and watch form afar, yet others she would dress like a young lad and go hunting at will. But then she reached the age of ‘maturity’ and she was never allowed to hunt again. Despite the many times her family fought to domesticate this wild enchantress, all their attempts failed for they could never change who she really was. They forced her to dress properly and like a lady and she could only have the friends they approved of, having most of her childhood friends forced not to talk to her anymore, some were even vanished form the confinements of her household. It had been a hard situation; surely anyone would agree on that, yet how could she still live on? What gave her this supernatural strength to accept these impediments?
Maybe it was her desire to be free one day, to be different from the other ladies and the fact that she could play a musical instrument always rendered her peace and comfort. She always took her lute along wherever she went. It had become her dear friend, the only one she was allowed to keep only because it would make her look good at court, for not many young ladies could play an instrument and sing. Placing a hand on the bag which contained her instrument she smiled, maybe she could play a song or two to Joscelin in gratitude for saving her life, and not only that, but also tending to her and escorting her back to the lands of her father.
This mysterious man standing before her, lost in thought, moved her in many different ways. He was far from what anyone would expect a man to be, he was poised and cunning, he had outstanding fighting abilities, and not only that, but he could also charm with his words which were carefully chosen. Who was this mysterious man who had come to help her in the nick of time? The more she wondered she more she wanted to know about him, and this curiosity turned into fascination. His next words were rather puzzling but she smiled nonetheless.
"Perhaps it is simply destiny that led our paths to cross now… After all, I did save your life. So mayhap it truly was meant to be."
She blushed lightly at the realization that indeed he had been her savoir. But she simply nodded not to appear sillier than she already had. The last thing she wanted was to bore this man to death, being alone in the woods and injured was the last thing she wanted, but also, she enjoyed the company. It was quite refreshing being able to behave as she truly was with no strict rules or her mother’s peering eyes examining her every move and shaking her head in disapproval. “Mayhap”, she replied with a smile.
"Now that we have been brought together, however, we may now be able to hunt freely. Trusting that I am able to return you home safely, of course."
She smiled at his words; oh it would certainly please her to do so! She was slightly rusty, for it had been at least a couple of years since her father forgave her to go hunting again, but she could practice before that day comes! But then her smile lessened as she said, “I would like that very much, I am certain I can learn a lot form you, nonetheless, we would have to convince my father first and I dare say he is as inflexible as a marble rock. I doubt he would listen unless you gave a really witty reason that could soften his heart.” She did not know why her father had suddenly turned so gloomy and severe. It was as if an evil darkness had entered his heart never to leave again. Concerning him being able to return her home safely she smiled and said, “I do not doubt your skills Lord Joscelin.”
The moment their horses stopped she noticed he approached, presumably to help her dismount. He had such refined manners! She blushed lightly at her own thoughts, yet the exercise of having come all this way riding hid the blush this time to her relief.
"May I?"
She smiled at his words and nodded silently, ensuring to be in a position to make it easy for him and to ensure not to trip or to further injure her hands. She got both legs levelled so she could get off the saddle and then balance herself in rhythm with Joscelin’s attempt to get her down safely. His next words surprised her but made her smile nonetheless.
"I will not drop you, I swear,"
Her eyes met his for a moment and she said sweetly, with pure honesty, “I trust you completely.” –Which she did. Isabella was the typical person who believed in the benevolence of people unless proven otherwise and, well, he had saved her life, so she owed him if not her life at least her trust. It would also make things easier for them as they travelled on.
She placed her hands on his shoulders so that she could hold on to him in the process. He hoisted her up and sooner than she could blink she was on her two feet on safe ground. She was quite impressed at how easy Joscelin made it look; he certainly had to be strong to do such a thing. She could not imagine herself carrying another human being, but the thought made her smile.
Although she had been safely helped to her feet, Joscelin had not moved away, keeping his persona truly close to her. She could not recall being this close to a man before and the thought made her cheeks turn a deep colour while her sparkling eyes never left his. It was as if he had cat a momentary spell upon her and she was unable to move. Her hands still rested on his shoulders yet one of them moved toward his face and removed a lock of dark hair from his eyes, his deep enticing eyes. But then, the effort she had applied on her hands when being removed from the saddle suddenly brought back the constant and sharp pain caused by her kidnappers, yet she did not wish to move at that moment. Nonetheless, the eyes of a person never lie; she winced lightly at the pain. Would he think her weak for that? * rise against |
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Post by Joscelin de Valore on Nov 7, 2012 16:01:46 GMT -5
She touched him . . .
Brief, yes, but it was a touch that he savored when she brushed back a lock of his stray hair. Without thinking, Joscelin started to lean toward her hand until he caught that moment she flinched. Pain, he thought, was more than a little bit obvious. He was so busy, and distracted, with her that he had completely forgotten about her well being and tending to her needs fully. The last thing that they needed, especially him after having saved her life, was for her to fall ill to some infection due to minor wounds. It was what mostly killed men and women, untreated wounds. They were vicious, horrible things if not seen to with the proper, appropriate care.
"Come, my lady, once we are inside I will be able to tend to you," he said, smiled, and withdrew from her.
With time slowly slipping away, Joscelin swiftly led the horses off in order to hide them. They would have to brave the night for the narrow crack in the rock face only offered enough room for Joscelin and Isabella to squeeze through. Having left Isabella by the entryway, and trusting that she would be safe alone for a short while, Joscelin worked quickly and returned just as fast to her side afterward. Once back, and assuring her that the horses would be fine for the night, Joscelin touched her wrist briefly, in an attempt to not bother her wound but at the same time offer comfort and direct, before taking the lead.
It was a tighter fit for Joscelin than it would be for Isabella. Despite that, he was able to manuever through with a satchel and other necessities in hand. Within, they were greeted with a spacious cavern that had shown prior use.
There was a small pit that showed signs of use, blackened from fire. It was located underneath a hole in the ceiling of the cavern that dwindling sunlight filtered through. There was also a cache of firewood on an outcropping of rock opposite of the entryway. It was a few feet above even Joscelin's own height and would take a bit of scaling to reach comfortably. Aside from that, it was safety from the elements and large, predatory creatures.
Joscelin set down his satchel and then proceeded to unroll a thick, blanket of fur near the pit.
"Sit down," he said. "Get comfortable."
With that said, Joscelin moved toward the cache of wood. Scaling the wall was easily done, drawing down strung together pieces of wood and tucking them under an arm when he reached it. Returning to the pit, he arranged the firewood and then went through his satchel for his flint. In a few moments, a fire was alive and burning. Blowing on it, it grew and sent light dancing all about. Afterward, Joscelin leaned away and sat back on his heels before gazing over at her, smiling.
"I can't remember the last time I ever had a companion with me out in the middle of the wild," he confessed, trying to make light of the situation. He drew closer then and settled down beside her with his satchel. He fished out the proper materials he would need to tend to her wound: a skin of water, clean linen and small jar of a concoction he made no comment about.
"May I see your hand?" He asked, offering his own.
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Post by Isabella Black on Nov 17, 2012 15:19:28 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere { i have my mother's dreams i have my father's eyes you can't take that form me, just go ahead and try} --- Anyone would think Isabella weak and pathetic over the pain expressed in the swollenness of her wrists, their cuts and blisters, but what could anyone expect after being held captive? It was an experienced that always held some negative effects upon the victim. Yes, her family would argue that Isabella was used to being injured, especially when she used to go hunting with her elder brother, who could contradict that? She had scars of wounds of more severity; yet, this was not the same context. Anyone would feel this need for protection when their intimacy was threatened and their personas exposed to cruelty, psychological trauma and abuse. It could have been worse, of course, but Joscelin’s arrival ensured otherwise. For that, the level of intensity of this experience was much weaker, but it was still there and Isabella knew she would always remember it, not only because of having suffered the cruelty of men, but it also allowed her to come across someone like Joscelin. He was someone who shared many interests with the young Lady, and he also represented company of the opposite sex, throughout the years she was slowly pushed away form her siblings, confined to the company of match makers, gossiping women and relations that would only force her to marry someone in the end. But now, here, she was with someone she could truly be herself with, and he would not judge her for that. Maybe this had been a lucky day rather than a treacherous experience as she had first considered it to be.
She noticed how tenderly Joscelin seemed to react to her touch, and in a way it made her hesitate. Had she bee too forward? What had just happened at that moment? Was this what usually happened when you met someone you connected in ways you ignored before? – They were no longer in danger, no one threatened their lives, however, Isabella still felt as if she were being protected by this man’s wish to heal her wounds and offer her safe passage back home. The moment they arrived to the castle she would let her parents know of his benevolence and would have him treated like their most notable guest, or would this offend Joscelin? She did this from the bottom of her grateful heart; surely this could not be taken insolently and be confused for mockery. But all had to come step by step. Maybe her gratitude was being overwhelming, but didn’t those who owed a person their lives wished to show that thankfulness with any deed of generosity?
"Come, my lady, once we are inside I will be able to tend to you,"
She smiled at him and nodded, and as he walked away leading the horses she followed behind looking at the path they had followed, from time to time, she still could not believe all what happened from the day she rode away from her home in order to overcome her anger and frustration, emotions greatly encouraged by her family. She sighed and wondered if they were looking for her or if they were seemingly so angry at her ridding away like that. How will her father react once she returned home, she wondered. She shuddered for a moment thinking in all sorts of punishments, such as an arranged marriage. Oh how she was beginning to dread going back to her home!
Isabella ensured not to get on Joscelin’s way. She allowed him room to take the horses, she trusted his judgment and could tell they would not fit in the cave, there was just space for the both of them, yet her horse was now calm knowing she was safe and no one was after them, at least not for now. She looked at her hands for a moment and then developed a sense of presentation, she must look a complete mess right now, she was slightly embarrassed, what will Joscelin think of her now, looking at her in such state. She walked toward the cave and attempted to fix her dress and hair, but could only do so much, the wind has played with her hair long enough and all the movement and travelling ensured it would take more than a ribbon to sort out. She sighed and then looked at the horizon. As the first remnants of the evening caressed the sky, she sat on a comfortable place next to the great cold wall and leaned her back weakly. She lifted her head toward the approaching wind, which shook her hood greatly as she closed her eyes. It was that sense of freedom she had lost a very long time ago…when her father changed, and her fate was decided for her.
"Sit down… Get comfortable."
She smiled at him, “thank you, but, is there anything I can do to help you? I feel bad sitting here and watching you do all the work.” - Yes, she knew well a woman was not to help in those types of chores, but she liked helping and Joscelin had been such a gentleman, he might need some rest too. She did not insist however, unwilling to harm his pride or persona in any way with her words. As she sat there she could still see the place he had hidden the horses in from this very distance. It was a good tactic in case they had to make a run for it. She folded her legs in front of her and then folded her arms across them, leaning her chin on her knees, looking out of the cave. She wondered if this adventure ended here or if the bandits would come after them for having killed some of them, she had heard they could be quite vengeful. She shrugged, time would tell. Her eyes moved back toward Joscelin, watching with increasing curiosity as he silently worked to ensured they had a comfortable stay and she smiled, she would love learning all these things, if she ever were to travel on her own or take on hunting once again, she would need to put into practice skills that now lay dormant within her or those she had never used before. She wondered if Joscelin would manage to convince her father so that they could go out hunting together, it had been a long time since she last did this, sometimes she still sneaked form the castle on her own to do this, but it was not the same and she always felt someone might catch her sooner or later and lock her in the castle or something.
"I can't remember the last time I ever had a companion with me out in the middle of the wild,"
She smiled at him while rubbing her hands at the fire, he had such a charming and genuine smile, there was nothing fake about it. She then said looking at the flickering flames, “Pardon my boldness but, I confess neither can I. It is strange, mayhap, for someone like me to complain, but I cannot remember the last time I did something I enjoyed in good company.” No, most persons that surrounded the noble sphere were false and tried to gain something with your acquaintance, not that it depressed Isabella, she still had experiences, skills and friends who made her happy. But it was hard when you came to realize that the world you once knew was truly not that way.
"May I see your hand?"
She nodded and said, “thank you.” She offered both of her wounded hands and watched silently as he worked his magic on her injuries. * rise against |
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Post by Joscelin de Valore on Jan 4, 2013 15:20:06 GMT -5
It was refreshing to hear a woman offer assistance, especially one of her particular station. It wasn't a common occurance. Even his sisters, who adored riding occasionally, would be hard pressed to get their hands dirty if it came to it. Despite the pleasant surprise, however, Joscelin wasn't about to make her work. He preferred that she rest; after all, she was injured, and she had had quite a long, rough day than he had. Still, even with his mind made up, he couldn't help but imagine her at his side, leaning forward with busy hands as they prepared kindling for a fire together.
It was pleasant to think of.
"I am glad that I could provide for far suitable company than your prior companions had," Joscelin said, smiled, and took her hands into his when she offered them.
They were something else.
Small within his own, and even soft to a degree, although they weren't a proper woman's hands either. Her hands showed signs of use and time spent outdoors. Idly, he wondered what fortunate things had been touched and caressed by her. Her bow, of course, and the reins of her horse as well. His hands now, too, although her touch wasn't in command as they would have been over something else. They were attractive to feel under his own calloused touch. He couldn't help but wonder how her hand would feel against his wind kissed cheek. Somehow, Joscelin had managed to keep from finding out there and then, and instead he turned her hands in his own, inspecting them as his thumbs stroked over her knuckles.
She was wounded, but not too badly. Some proper care, such as a cleaning and dressing, would be more than enough. Fortunately for Isabella, Joscelin knew something about cleaning wounds. It was something one picked up over time from their time in the hunt, if they became injured, and even more so when at war where Joscelin had assisted a number of medicine men tend to his men and himself included.
"It isn't too bad," he said, simultaneously meeting her gaze and smiling reassuringly.
He tended to her, silent as the fire danced and the wind whistled, filling their sanctuary with the song of the wild. It was calm compared to the rest of their day that had been full of tension, death, and hope. Once upon a time, Joscelin would have fretted at the thought of killing another man. He had since been desensitized to it. There was nothing quite like numbing the senses like the baptism of fire. Idly, he wondered about her own mindset as he snuck glances at her face, gazing only occasionally from his work. She seemed well off enough, having not made any complaints on their ride and having even an optimistic air when she smiled.
It was a smile that sent warmth to the core of him each time.
"Are you hungry, my lady?" He asked as he finished binding her wounds with strips of fabric from his shirt, torn without hesitation. They were close enough that he could catch her scent and the warmth of her passing breath. His hands never left hers either, even after having finished tending her. He simply held them in his own, kneeling there and sitting back upon his haunches. "There isn't much, but I daresay we could make a proper supper out of what I have."
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