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 | | From: | stormaf | | Subject: | Winter Celebrations - LTMB thread 2 - Predator | | Date: | 30 Dec 2004 08:37:22 -0800 |
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 | Calor hovered indecisively on the fringe of the crowd as the lady mage
towed the boy back to the market. He'd heard the Sheriff saying that
the purses would be returned to their owners, but the big question
was, would the contents be scrutinized first? Really looked at? If it
was a matter of saying his purse had three gold pieces and several
letters and the guard giving a cursory glance at the three gold pieces
and papers, he would be fine. If, on the other hand, a cursory glance
was not enough and the guard wanted to know what was in the letters to
prove ownership... well, then Calor definitely wasn't going to claim
his pouch. He wasn't going to be hanged for treason for the sake of
three gold pieces.
When the mage brought the little thief back to the alley, Ajali looked
at the boy disdainfully. Such a dirty thing and not big enough to
have enough blood in him to satisfy even a small thirst such as he had
at the moment. All of this living fluid so near was beginning to pull
at him. Aside from needing fresh blood to survive, blood acted as an
aphrodisiac on him and he wanted it always. It was sometimes
difficult to keep the urge in check but centuries of living, so to
speak, in this manner had made Ajali wise and in control of himself.
The only clue to his heightened arousal was the slight creeping of red
into his irises.
"Do you take the small one to jail too?" he asked and he ran his
tongue over sharp teeth in a feral way.
Nanny shuddered as she caught the motion and dropped her purse.
"Oh dear heavens," she complained and Carelya bent over to retrieve it
for her.
While she was close to her old nanny, Carelya whispered, "It'll be
fine, Nanny, you'll see. I don't see that Ajali will harm me."
"Foolish little idiot!" Nanny shot back, "He's a blood drinker! Where
do you think he's going to slake his habit? In a pub?"
"Nanny," Carelya returned, "Really!"
Nanny rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself, again wringing her
purse strings. She clenched it closer when the thief and his escort
stopped at the sheriff's side.
Ajali ran his gaze over Mage Springer, letting his eyes rest for a
moment on the area of her neck where he knew the carotid artery to be.
His eyes fired red and he swallowed. Then he looked away.
Into the air over Carelya's head, he sighed, "If you must take me to
the jail, please do so. This grows tedious and I would have it over
with so that I may get with my business."
Carelya looked up at the sharp angle of his jaw and the fine profile
framed by hair she so wanted to touch. How could someone this
beautiful be an evil, blood-drinking darkwalker?
Carelya's father spoke up, "Let's get this done, sir sheriff. I'll
stand any fines for my daughter and her friend. We just want to enjoy
the market and the festival."
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| | From: | Blake Sinclair | | Subject: | Re: Winter Celebrations - LTMB thread 2 - Predator | | Date: | Fri, 31 Dec 2004 05:49:30 GMT |
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| Sterling peered intently at the young lady one last time, chanting softly in
an old dialect of elvish as he did so. The delicate words sounded odd in
his deep bass voice.
Then he turned to the girl's father. "I apologize for the inconvience," he
said with a slight bow, "There was a disturbance, and some concern for your
daughter's welfare. However this man has given no harm nor lain magic upon
her so I have no cause to detain either of them."
He looked back to Ajali and offered his hand. "You are welcome in Montfort
so long as you abide by the law," he said, "Though I fear you may find that
Willis is not the only one who takes exception to your presence. Sadly, it
is the burden of one who rises above his kind's base nature. I hope all of
you enjoy the festival."
Then he turned to Mage Springer and the pickpocket. "I trust you've got
this well in hand then?" he asked.
"Yes," Belle replied, "I'll be taking the boy to the Tower along with the
purses."
"I'll see that Lt. Hawkins informs those missing their purses to go to the
Tower to retrieve them."
Then he looked over to where Willis was being held by a pair of guardsmen.
"I don't want to have to haul you before Judge Guilford for disturbing the
peace or inciting a riot," he said sternly, "He's guilty of no crime. And
until he is, he's got as much right to walk these streets as you do."
The elderly woodworker scowled but remained quiet. When released he
sullenly shuffled away, muttering darkly to himself.
And Belle Springer looked down to the sobbing youth at her side. "Come on
now," she said softly as she knelt to look him in the eye and placed a hand
on each of his shoulders, "It's not all that bad. My name is Belle
Springer. What's yours?"
"stormaf" wrote in message
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> Calor hovered indecisively on the fringe of the crowd as the lady mage
> towed the boy back to the market. He'd heard the Sheriff saying that
> the purses would be returned to their owners, but the big question
> was, would the contents be scrutinized first? Really looked at? If it
> was a matter of saying his purse had three gold pieces and several
> letters and the guard giving a cursory glance at the three gold pieces
> and papers, he would be fine. If, on the other hand, a cursory glance
> was not enough and the guard wanted to know what was in the letters to
> prove ownership... well, then Calor definitely wasn't going to claim
> his pouch. He wasn't going to be hanged for treason for the sake of
> three gold pieces.
>
> When the mage brought the little thief back to the alley, Ajali looked
> at the boy disdainfully. Such a dirty thing and not big enough to
> have enough blood in him to satisfy even a small thirst such as he had
> at the moment. All of this living fluid so near was beginning to pull
> at him. Aside from needing fresh blood to survive, blood acted as an
> aphrodisiac on him and he wanted it always. It was sometimes
> difficult to keep the urge in check but centuries of living, so to
> speak, in this manner had made Ajali wise and in control of himself.
> The only clue to his heightened arousal was the slight creeping of red
> into his irises.
>
> "Do you take the small one to jail too?" he asked and he ran his
> tongue over sharp teeth in a feral way.
>
> Nanny shuddered as she caught the motion and dropped her purse.
>
> "Oh dear heavens," she complained and Carelya bent over to retrieve it
> for her.
>
> While she was close to her old nanny, Carelya whispered, "It'll be
> fine, Nanny, you'll see. I don't see that Ajali will harm me."
>
> "Foolish little idiot!" Nanny shot back, "He's a blood drinker! Where
> do you think he's going to slake his habit? In a pub?"
>
> "Nanny," Carelya returned, "Really!"
>
> Nanny rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself, again wringing her
> purse strings. She clenched it closer when the thief and his escort
> stopped at the sheriff's side.
>
> Ajali ran his gaze over Mage Springer, letting his eyes rest for a
> moment on the area of her neck where he knew the carotid artery to be.
> His eyes fired red and he swallowed. Then he looked away.
>
> Into the air over Carelya's head, he sighed, "If you must take me to
> the jail, please do so. This grows tedious and I would have it over
> with so that I may get with my business."
>
> Carelya looked up at the sharp angle of his jaw and the fine profile
> framed by hair she so wanted to touch. How could someone this
> beautiful be an evil, blood-drinking darkwalker?
>
> Carelya's father spoke up, "Let's get this done, sir sheriff. I'll
> stand any fines for my daughter and her friend. We just want to enjoy
> the market and the festival."
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