Amanda Moorefield
Stories (7/0)
Black Calypso
A month goes by before Draven is finally allowed to join the crew fully. His injuries have healed to the point where he has scars on his chest; his right cheek is slightly lower than his left from where the bones didn't mend as seamlessly as he was hoping. His left arm healed completely however and he didn't notice any loss of strength in the arm that was broken, though that arm did tire more easily than the right arm; he hoped with training he would be able to build up his stamina once more. The Captain stayed away from him for the most part, having only showed enough interest in his health for him to know that she personally cared about each of the men under her control. He could see her influence in the type of food that was obtained for the men to eat. There were always fresh fruits and vegetables, meats and flour for bread and pasta, nuts and berries were obtained and sealed in containers to prevent spoilage. To say that the men ate well was an understatement, not even HE ate as well when living with his parents as the men on the ship. In return for the food and health care the men were willing to do whatever their captain asked of them. Working from sun up to past sun down to ensure that the ship ran smoothly and needed barely any work aboard or below deck. Draven felt himself compelled to the Captain, watching her when he was sure she did not know that she was being observed. The crewman that sat in the crow's nest had gotten ill, the Captain had taken over that duty and when Draven came on deck to look out over the sea he saw her sitting against the mast, her feet propped up on the banister, looking out with such a view of deep longing and peacefulness that he took out his drawing book and etched her image on a sheet of paper, capturing her image and the rapturous expression on her face. He also drew pictures of the sisters, though not as many as the Captain. His notebook was soon filled with pictures of all of the crew. A week after capturing the Captain's image from her place in the crow's nest another ship was sighted in the horizon. With grim expressions Adnama and the Captain gathered the men on the deck and informed them that the crew on the other ship was not to be trusted. The Captain then sent Adnama below decks and called all the men to be armed, but to not show their weapons unless they were threatened. Draven watched in an almost morbid fascination as the crew hurried to obey their Captain's orders. When the other ship got close, a flag was sent up on the main mast, signaling that the other ship requested for the Black Calypso to pause. The ship was filthy, bird droppings were on the banisters, coloring the wood to a dark gray shade. The sails were tattered and in need of repair, the men on the ship looked to be underfed. Their cheeks were sunk in and hollow looking, their teeth; when they grinned, were black and decayed, some appearing to be loose in the tilted way they rested within the gums that were swollen and red. Draven shivered at the appearance of the men looking at the crew, but grew angry when he saw how they viewed the Captain. The look of malice and lust was evident on every face, and when the captain of that ship stepped up to the banister Draven could see the Captain of the Black Calypso barely control herself in her revulsion. The Second called out to the other captain, "What is it that you have a need of good Captain?" A chuckle rippled through the men on deck as the other captain licked his lips with a fat, slightly purple tongue. He wheezed as he spoke, "We want the woman of the Black Calypso. The one that leads yonder group of men." "What is it that you want with our Captain?" "She needs a man in her life, I propose her come aboard and the men and I teach her her proper place in the world. After all, it ain't right for a woman to be above a man, unless she's pleasing him with her mouth and body." The Captain leaned over and Draven could see her whispering to the Second. The man nodded and stepped ahead of her. "We don't desire to give you our Captain, however, we are willing to part with a portion of our provisions so that you and your men could have food to eat while on the sea until you can get to a port and resupply your wares." "We will be helping ourselves to your supplies and riches once yonder captain agrees to surrender everything to us and submits to the attentions of the crew and myself." The Captain shakes her head and the Second frowns fiercely. "Then you have until the end of the day to prepare yourself for battle. My advice is for you to sail on and not darken our sights again." The Captain steps back and turns around, her actions signaling the end of the conversation, but once she does this the other captain shouts an order that is swiftly followed. Scores of men cross over the space between the ships. Shouts from the men on The Black Calypso as they withdraw their weapons are the immediate reply. Swords could be heard ringing as they clash together, gun powder fills the nostrils as fire arms are discharged. The Captain withdraws her rapier and turns swiftly, skewering the man who had thought to attack her from behind. Draven calls for his own weapons, trusting the spell that was aboard the ship just for this purpose to place his swords in his hands. He feels the familiar weight of the broad swords as they place themselves in his hands and he swings his weapons around his body. The battle was fierce and bloody, but quick. Draven looks up and sees the Captain as she stands with one of her feet on the body of the other captain; she pulls her rapier out of the man's body forcefully as he lay bleeding on the deck in front of her. The death of the man causes his crewmen to immediately withdraw, but The Black Calypso had latched on to the other ship. When the enemy crew tries to re-board their ship, the crew from The Black Calypso follows them. Blood flows from both decks as the crew kills off the remainder of the enemy crew, their healthy diet and constant exercise making them far superior than the other crew. The Captain calls her men back to The Black Calypso and orders a fire to be lighted on the deck and in the middle of the ship. The Black Calypso sails away as the other ship is burned where it sits. The Captain standing on the upper deck with her back to the crew; who are busy cleaning the deck and repairing the damage done to the ship, and watches as the enemy ship slides beneath the water in bright orange, red, and blue flames. Draven, taken by the image that he had seen of her conquering her enemy, goes below deck as soon as he is able and commits that image to paper, drawing her as she stands over her enemy with the bodies of the others surrounding her. Another week passes by before Draven finds himself in a hallway that he had never been in before. There are only three doors in this hallway, something that he had never seen as the corridors that he was used to travelling in had several doors along the length. There is one door to the right that is plain, the door to his left is decorated with metal studs and leather, the third is in front of him and is decorated with pastel colors over the surface. Frowning thoughtfully he went to the door in front of him and is surprised to see the third sister open the door. She looks up at him and tilts her head to the side. "A greetings Draven La'Fon. What brings you to our hallway on this day?" He blinks and coughs in his fist and blushes lightly. "Well...you see...err...I didn't mean to come to visit you, or the Captain or Adnama. It's just...I was thinking that I needed to find out where your rooms were because I have something for you all and ...I need to talk to the Captain." The third sister nods her head and steps back into her room. "Well, if you have something to say, then you may as well come inside and speak it instead of standing in the hallway. And don't worry about finding the hallway, there are spells on the ship that allows for those who have a need that one of us can provide for, outside of sexually, to find our rooms." Draven nods thoughtfully and enters the room, noting that the basic layout was similar to his own room. On the table there were two tea cups sitting on saucers and a variety of condiments in the middle of the table. He turns to her. "Um, were you expecting someone? Did I interrupt something important?" The sister laughs and takes a seat, motioning for him to take the other one. "Of course not. I saw you coming and knew you wanted to talk about something that was weighing heavily on your mind. So I fixed us both some tea so that we can speak for a moment before you go on to visit my sisters." She stirs in a small amount of honey and watches as he takes a seat in front of her and fixes his tea with sugar lumps to sweeten the liquid. Waving her hand over the top of the tea to cool it, she slips the cup under her veils to sip on the beverage. "So, why is it you need to talk to all three of us?" Draven takes his notebook and thumbs through it. He tears out a page of paper and places it on the table. When the sister looks down she is shocked to see a picture of her standing on a cliff, notes of music float around her head as the sun sets in the horizon. "This is what I wanted to give you. I ...I may have some things to do when we land in the next port and I wanted you to have something nice before I go off the ship." The sister looks at him thoughtfully before looking down at the paper. "You are quite an accomplished artist Draven. I wish I had that type of talent as it is sometimes much more useful than singing." She looks up at him. "Since you are leaving, I suppose you should know my name." He chuckles and scratches the back of his head. "Well, if you WANT to tell me then you can." She continues to look at him, and when he meets her eyes he sees immense kindness within their depths. The bright blue color softens as she whispers. "My name is Violet, and your drawing will be treasured. I thank you for it." He nods softly and then looks down at his cup. During the conversation he had finished his tea and had not noticed that several hours had passed. Sighing softly he rises to his feet and bows respectively towards Violet. "I must go and see Adnama. Though to be honest, I don't know if she will be able to see the pictures I have for her." Violet rises as well and places a hand on his elbow, "Hold the pictures out to her and let her touch them. She can see more than those who have vision. Do not think that her disability will affect her ability to see the art work that you have for her. But she is not in her room at the moment, come back tomorrow and visit her then." Draven nods and leaves the room. Looking at the remaining doors he goes back to his room to rest since his job in the kitchen was completed. The next day he returns to the hallway and moves to the door on his left, the one that he figures has to be Adnama's door since it is decorated as she dresses. When he knocks he hears a voice call out for him to enter. Standing at the door he speaks out, "It's...um.. it's me, Draven. Can I talk to you Adnama?" A scoffing sound is heard from within, and as he stands there the door opens. Adnama stands in front of him, the door opened so that he can easily see within. Noticing that the room is stark in decorations, looking so bleak that it reminds him of his room before he was able to obtain books and bottles of whiskey to decorate his shelves. "So, tell me why you have chosen to come to my door?" When he takes a seat he can hear her inhale deeply. "Um, I'm sorry if I smell, I just got done in the kitchen and ..." She raises a hand and stops his speech and shakes her head and a lock of hair falls in front of her face, causing her to blow quickly to make the hair go back behind her head. "What is it that you need Draven?" "I...may have to leave at the next port so I had some things that I wanted to give you and your sisters. I gave Violet hers and now I want to give you your gift." He takes out his notebook and tears out two pages. Placing them in her hand he watches in fascination as she takes the papers and places them side by side and then runs her fingers lightly over the surface. In one picture there is a picture of her and the Captain conversing at a table, in the other there is a picture of her looking out over the sea and carving a figurine into a piece of wood. Adnama's eye brows raise up as she tilts her head to the side and puts the pictures back together. "They are very good drawings Draven. I thank you for them. The second picture...you must have been sitting for a long time to be able to draw me doing that action to be able to place so much detail into the drawing." Draven shakes his head. "I saw you, and the image was imprinted in my mind so I was able to recall the details from memory. I didn't sit and draw you the entire time." Adnama nods her head as she tilts her head to the side in a calculating manner. "I believe you would want to see the Captain now. She's in her room, just go on and go inside. She knows you are coming to see us." Adnama points to the door standing opposite of her own and pushes him towards it. "Just go on in Draven, I swear she's waiting for you inside." When he still stands uncertainly Adnama sighs heavily and opens the door to the Captain's room and pushes him in before closing the door behind her and walking away. Draven stands for a moment listening to Adnama's footsteps until he hears her own door slam closed. He turns and faces the room, looking around and frowning softly when he sees no one is inside. When he takes a few steps in however, he can hear the sounds of a shower being run and he turns towards the door intending to leave, but when he goes to open the door he finds that it is locked shut and he can't see a way to unlock it. Sighing softly he goes to the table and takes a seat, placing his notebook on the top of the table and thumbs through the pages while he waits. The shower is shut off and when Draven looks up he sees the door opening slowly. The Captain stands in the doorway, nude in every way with the exception of the towel that is wrapped around her head. She starts in surprise and looks at him; he on the other hand turns around swiftly; nearly toppling the chair that he was sitting in. He hears her chuckling as she walks behind him, moving around the room. "Well, I knew you were on your way, I wasn't expecting you to be here when I got done bathing the salt of the sea off my skin though." "I...Adnama told me to ..." "Yes, yes I know. I bet my sister is over there laughing her backside off now at her cleverness in putting us together." The rustling of clothes is the only clue as to what is going on behind him. Within what seems like an eternity the Captain calls out. "You can turn around and take a seat now Draven La'Fon. I promise my mode of dress is not as ...revealing as it was when you saw me enter my room." Draven turns around and places three pages in the top of the table that he had torn out while waiting for the Captain to dress. "These are for you Captain." The Captain walks over to the table, her clothing is not unlike what she normally wears, her skirt being parted up to the thighs and showing her legs as she walks barefoot across the floor. The mask on her face matching the deep blue of the fabric that covers her body. As she looks down at the pages she inhales sharply. One picture is of her and her sisters sitting together eating a meal, all of them are laughing and having a good time. Another picture is of her standing over her enemy, she could recognize the men that they had just recently battled being part of the picture's background even though the focus was on her. The last picture was of her sitting on the crow's nest. She could feel the betraying sting of tears behind her eyelids at the image of peace and longing on her face. "When ...when did you have time to draw these?" "I had plenty of time after working the kitchens in between meals. Most of them were committed to memory so the details weren't that hard to depict." "Why are you giving my sisters and I pictures of ourselves?" Draven scratches the back of his head as he watches her take a seat at the table, still absorbed in the pictures that she had in front of her. "I...I have some things I have to do on the main land. It could take up to a year before I am done, if I survive the experience that is. I ...wanted to give you something to remember me by since I know I'll never forget any of you." With his confession she looks up sharply at him, her eyes as flat as stone as she gazes in his eyes. "You haven't completed your contract yet. You still have six months on board this ship before you can be allowed to leave." "I never signed any contract when I boarded Captain." The Captain stands up and walks over to the desk that sits against the side wall. Opening the roll-top desk she pulls out a large bundle of papers. Thumbing through them she withdraws one and nods softly before coming back to the table and handing the papers to him. He can see the title "Agreement of Service" and as he reads he can see that his handwriting is along the margins of the parchment. On the last page his signature is written in large letters compared to the Captains seal. "I … I didn't sign this paper. I know I would have remembered signing a document to a year of service." "You didn't have to sign, by boarding this ship and agreeing to serve under a female Captain your word signed that document instead of your hand. It's part of the spell work on this ship Draven. It's also how my sisters and I knew your full name when you've only introduced yourself to others as 'Draven'." "I need to go on land Captain! I swore another oath to ..." He sighs roughly and looks at her with desperation in his expression. "I have to go back. I have to... I'll do whatever you deem as a worthwhile punishment so long as you let me go back on land and complete this other oath that I have made." The Captain looks at him and then leans back and nods. "Very well. We land in one week. I will have the terms of your release presented to you when we dock." She sits up and looks at him as she continues, "You will NOT leave the ship until I present you with your new documentation. Nor will you try to sneak away. The spells on this ship will do you grave harm should you try to disobey me in this matter Draven. Do you understand?" Draven nods and rises to his feet as the Captain takes the contract and puts it back in her desk. He walks back to his room and looks through the book, choosing a blank page he begins drawing a new picture. The image of the Captain issuing her orders to him is soon placed on the paper, only it isn't a harsh picture, but instead one that shows a side of the Captain that Draven had never seen before. He had seen fear in her eyes when she was giving her orders to him, a type of fear that had him confused as she had never shown any type of fear in the six months since he had first boarded the ship.
By Amanda Moorefield2 years ago in Filthy
Black Calypso
A week passes by and Draven works to get used to the schedule on the ship. He learns how to use the knives appropriately and has worked at the various workstations in the kitchen becoming very adept at the art of cooking. One day Draven gets lost on his way to the kitchen and arrives late. Twise, upset that after a week of good performance the best helper he has had in a while gets lost when he shouldn't have, tells Draven that he has to butcher a full sized cow as well as clean the kitchen after the midday meal. Draven, thinking that he has to miss his midday meal, sighs softly and gets to work on butchering the cow. It takes him nearly two hours to get the full cow butchered and stored away, by the time he is done the rest of the crew have left the kitchen. Getting to work on cleaning up the mess that was left behind, he puts the roots in the storage below the floors, the scraps in the waste buckets to be dumped in the sea, and as he turns around he sees what appears to be a large rat that was bred with an equally large dog. The tail is long and thin, hairless and the snout is narrowed like a rats features, but the large stocky body and the sharp teeth are clearly canine. It growls and snorts at him and he stands on the opposite side of the large butchering table. He raises up his hands and tries to pacify the animal, but it only seems to anger it more than it already was. The beast launches itself at Draven, rearing up and aiming its claws at his chest. Draven calls for his swords, but he reacts too late as the claws tear through his shirt and gouges into his chest. Stepping back quickly Draven takes one of his swords and aims it at the animal, swinging for its side. The sword grazes the thick fur and infuriates the animal. It launches itself at Draven's legs, but Draven leaps onto the table and vaults over it. As the animal turns, it scrambles under the table once more and gets stuck under the low height. Firming his lips into a tight line Draven takes his sword and stabs the animal repeatedly until it dies in a flurry of dark silver dust. He cleans up the mess from the fight, and adjusting his shirt he walks to the mess hall. Twise and the rest of the crew are no longer there so he sits and eats alone. When he stands he feels disoriented and he stumbles across the mess hall. The rush of feet sounds as if it came from a distance and as he falls to his knees the door to the mess hall bursts open and the Captain comes striding into the room looking furious. He can hear her shouting commands and more feet hurry to obey her orders and someone lifts his body up and rushes him out of the room. He wakes up a week later in the Healer's room. Frowning in confusion he looks around at the many odds and ends of the mans' room. Seeing jars of things that he prefers to not know the description of, he tries to rise up only to be held down by a strong yet old looking hand. "Not yet young man, let me take a look at those wounds." Draven looks to his right and sees a mid-aged man frowning over him. "How…how long have I been out?" The man hums as he continues to look at the bandages on Dravens' chest. "Oh, 'bout a week now. Good thing you pulled through though. Guardian poison works fast and is in their nails and teeth. If the beast had scored a hit on you with both you would have died." The man replaces Dravens' shirt and looks at him. "Now, did you kill the beast or is it roaming the ship?" Draven frowns at the question before rising unimpeded on to his elbows. "I killed him, the thing attacked me and I killed it. I…. Are you saying that that THING I fought was a Guardian?" The man nods and turns away, gathering up bits of pottery and lengths of cloth and placing them in a basket. "Yep. That was one of the creatures that ensures that everyone is where they are supposed to be and doing what they are supposed to do. But if you were attacked then that means that particular Guardian was rogue. Good thing you killed him, otherwise he would have been looking for revenge and may have come after you." Draven sits up fully and winces as the room seems to spin. A small groan escapes his lips and the Healer turns around quickly. "Whoa young buck. You can't be sitting up so soon. You need your rest." Before Draven could protest a feminine voice sounds from the doorway. "I agree. That is why he will be in his room for the next week until the poison works its way out of his system." "Aye aye Captain." The Healer takes the basket and hands it over to Draven. "There are ointments to help with the burning, creams to hurry the healing and bandages to keep the wounds covered until they heal." Draven reaches out to take the basket but before his fingers can even graze the woven material the Captain's hand reaches out and snatches the basket. "As he was injured by one of my creatures, I'll see to it that he is returned to health. Personally." She steps back and a large man enters the room and scoops Draven up and carries him out of the Healers' room. Tossing her head back she calls out to the healer, "If things get too bad I'll send for you, thank you for your quick aid Healer." The man who carries him is extremely gentle, but when they arrive at the room, Draven is feeling so tired that he is nearly asleep when the crewman lays him down on his cot. The Captain sits the basket down on the table in the room before settling down on a chair. He falls asleep as she turns towards him and looks at his sleeping form. All he feels is heat, heat and the touch of a cool hand. Whispers that he can't understand fills his ears and calms him as he tries to fight the heat that seems to surround him like a thick blanket in the middle of a tropical summer. He tries to complain, to voice his desire to not be covered as he feels a thin sheet like material cover his body. Another week passes before he wakes and sees the Captain lying on the cot beside him. Her sleeping form shows shadows under her eyes and her cheeks look wan and hallow. He leans up on his elbow, reaching out slightly he caresses the skin that he hasn't seen since the moment of his arrival on board. The scars on her face were raised slightly, woven together with thin spider-web like lines that crisscross her flesh. She wakes up as soon as his fingertips touch the unscarred section of her face. She sits up sharply, narrowly missing his jaw with the top of her head though her fist connects with his ribs; causing him to gasp in pain. "Oh, I am so sorry! You're awake!" She looks at him and frowns before slipping off the cot and turning quickly away from him. "Why were you touching me?" He rubs his jaw and looks at her thoughtfully. "You were asleep, and I have never seen you with your mask off. You're beautiful you know." She shakes her head and replaces the mask over her lower face, turning to look at him he can tell that she's upset. "I'm not, and compliments won't get you anywhere with me. Stronger men and more charismatic men than you have tried and failed." He chuckles and sits up, feeling stronger than ever before. "And here I thought waking up with a beautiful woman in my bed was a good way to wake up." She glares at him for a moment before waves her left hand nonchalantly. "Let me see your wounds. I got to make sure you are healed enough to go back to work. You've been out for two weeks now with fever." His face shows shock at her statement as he speechlessly pulls his shirt up. The Captain kneels down in front of him and removes the bandages as gently as possible while looking at his chest. Nodding silently she rises to her feet and walks to the table. "You are healed enough to go back to work in the kitchen, light duties though, I don't want you to reopen those wounds now that they are healed up some." She packs the scattered supplies on the table into the basket and turns to watch him as he sits on the bed. "I … was out for … two weeks?" She nods and leans against the table, her legs crossed at the ankles though the slits in her dress opens and shows him the full view of her legs. "You developed a fever and were out of consciousness for a while. It got so bad that you would throw yourself from your cot, the only way to keep you on the bed was for me to lay down beside you and act as a buffer. Even then you didn't sleep well." He continues to look at her in shock for a few more moments before he slumps his head down to his chest. His chin rests on the bones of his ribs while he looks at the floor. She rises from the table and gathers the basket onto her arm. Turning away from him she walks to the door and opens it. "Report to the kitchen once you are cleaned and in clean clothes." He doesn't pay any attention as she walks out and gently closes the door behind her. Sitting on the cot for what seems like hours he finally rises and goes to clean up. Walking out of the shower Draven feels like a new person and dismisses the fact that he was sick for nearly a month from just a few scratches from one of the Guardians. As he arrives at the kitchen, he is told by Twise that he has been demoted from butchering to root preparation. Draven does his job as quickly as he can and once the cooking is done he goes with the rest of the crew to the mess hall to eat the evening meal. When he arrives he takes his place at a table away from the rest of the crew and settles down to eat, only a rather mild argument between the oldest man on board and the feminine dressed man erupts to a full-fledged heated argument. Draven stands and steps between the two when he sees the elder man has a sharp dagger in his right hand, the blade aimed at the younger man. He tries to calm the situation but it doesn't work and he is quickly sandwiched between the two trying to disarm the elder man. The Captain enters with her sisters and the Second in Command. Looking at the group, Draven notices that her eyes seem to grow angry when they see that he is in between the two men. "What happened here?" Her voice is cold and distant, a tone that he has never heard before that moment as he takes a deep breath. "I don't know what the fight was about, but I saw the knife and stepped in to try to defuse the situation before someone got hurt." At his words the Captain looks at him with an angry expression. Her green eyes are flat in her anger, as she looks him over and steps to the men who stand shamefaced to the side of Draven. She doesn't even appear to look at either of them as she then coldly asks, "What. Happened." The elder man spoke first, "He… he refused to … return to my room Cap 'in. All's I wanted was what he was offerin'." The younger man spoke up fervently, "You know I don't fancy men you old coot. I just dress like a woman because it's comfortable and reminds me of home!" The Captain holds up her hand and both men stop speaking, even though they do look at each other with anger and hatred in their expressions. Continuing to look at Draven the Captain motions her pointer finger forward. The female with the band over her eyes steps forward and takes the elder man out of the mess hall and as the two leave Draven speaks up. "Wait. Where is she taking him?" The third sister, one that is covered from head to toe in brightly colored veils steps up behind the Captain; who with a curt nod steps back and allows the female to speak. "Our sister is taking him to be punished for attempting to force someone to a sexual act without provocation." Draven can hear the soft rasp of her voice, the tone and pitch that of one who used to have a beautiful voice that has been ruined by outside forces and not from lack of use. "So what? He's going to be sent to his room without anything to eat?" "Oh no young Draven. He is going to see the Dungeon Master to suffer his punishment for his crimes." Draven looks at the Captain and then at the female in shock. He takes the comment that was made and then lifts his hands up and steps back. "Very well. I guess. I mean, it IS your ship and it IS your right to punish those aboard as you see fit." The Captain nods and leaves the room, her sister reaches out and gently touches Draven's elbow. Leaning forward she whispers softly towards him. When she looks up at him all he can see is her eyes, a color that is the same as the Captains' eyes. "Do not judge her too harshly Draven La'Fon. She does what she can to keep order here on ship. If she was not forced to remind Cal that rape is not tolerated then he might decide to try again and again until it gets to the point where no man on board will feel safe. She really is trying her best to do what is right." Draven shrugs and walks back to his seat. He doesn't hear the soft sigh, nor does he see the veiled sister turn and leave the mess hall to return to her own meal and her sister. He eats quickly, not even tasting the food that rests on his plate, nor does he taste the liquid that is in his mug. Dispite the rapid pace of his eating though, the rest of the crew quickly finish before him and leave the mess hall before he is done eating. Used to being alone Draven just finishes his meal and walks out of the mess hall to return to his room so that he can rest. The excitement of the situation beforehand having tired him out and caused the wounds on his chest to hurt. As he walks he doesn't notice that every door is shut and that no one is around him until he hears a door open and shut loudly. The sound echoes down the hallway and turning to see who had left their room he sees that there is a large man standing behind him. The man stands as tall as the corridor and is as wide as the hallway, which is tall considering from floor to ceiling is seven feet and there is five feet of space from wall to wall. He sighs softly as he turns and faces the larger man who has his feet spaced apart and his fists are clenched tightly at his sides. "Can I help you mate," he asks softly, fatigue tugging at his body and causing his words to come out slow and carefully. The man just stares at him before he charges at Draven. Draven, still a little excited from the showdown not too long ago, tries to step to the side, but as the larger man raises his hand and aims for Draven's jaw Draven ducks to the side and feels his cheek bone break as the fist grazes his jaw. Ducking down to his knee he aims a punch at the giant's groin, grazing the thigh as the larger man steps to the side. Using his smaller size Draven aims another punch to the center of the mans' chest, wincing as the giant scores a hit on his arm and breaks the upper bone. However, due to the other mans' distraction at beating Draven to a pulp, he doesn't protect his chest and the hit that Draven aimed there hits with a forceful thump. The giant collapses, his heart fluttering from the impact that would have killed a smaller man, but still alive. "So, you think your tough just because you defeated a Guardian and now you have laid my friends' friend there on his back do you?" Draven turns and sees another man with dark brown hair and a brimmed hat sitting on his head. He leans against a sword that stands nearly as tall as he does and the jacket that he wears shows off muscular arms. He sighs softly at the man and lets his hands rest at his sides. "I am just curious as to why he attacked me and who I managed to piss off this time." The other man chuckles drily as he lifts his sword up and starts to put something mechanical on the base of the blade, "You messed with a situation that you had no right to interfere in," he starts saying while working. "That boy was ASKING for Cal to show him the pleasures of the bedroom, everyone there knew that he was. Otherwise he wouldn't have dressed in a way to attract the old man's notice. You shouldn't have stepped in and gotten Cal in trouble for merely wanting to take what was being offered. Just because the boy negated on his offer doesn't mean he shouldn't have been forced to follow through with it." Finally finishing with his meddling of his blade, he lifts the weapon and points it at Draven, allowing the other man to see that he had attached a gun that was the length of the blade onto the bottom of the sword. Taking aim the man smirks at Draven. "Now, just stand still and let me kill you for being a prick." Draven stares at the gun, but before he can do anything a sharp voice rings out. "What in the name of all that is holy do you think you are doing Renit?" The man lowers the weapon and looks behind Draven, who winces visibly as he recognizes the voice as the one that belongs to the blind sister. "I'm not doing anything Adnama. Honest. The boy here just attacked Ruffus unprovoked and I was telling him he needed to back away from the body so that I can make sure Ruffus was still alive and that if he had killed him then I was going to bring him to the Captain's quarters for judgment." Adnama frowns at Renits' words and leans down and touches Ruffus' shoulder. She growls loudly and snaps her fingers. At her snap the Captain and the veiled sister appears. "It appears my dear Elder Sister, that we have a few rouges on board. Ruffus here attacked Draven for interfering with the situation between Cal and Peter, Draven stood his ground and defended himself but when he knocked Ruffus down, Renit there thought to step in and kill Draven instead of allowing Ruffus to do it instead." The Captain looks at Renit and frowns fiercely. She snaps her fingers and everyone there can hear the growls of the Guardians as the animals walked behind Renit. "Adnama, take Ruffus to the Dungeon. The guardians will make sure that Renit follows not too far behind." Adnama nods and the body of Ruffus appears to float up from the floor and proceed her down the hall way. The Guardians could be seen lowering their bodies so that the body could pass over them and then Renit followed angrily afterward, though not quickly enough as one of the Guardians nipped his thigh and huffed at the bleeding wound that bled more and more as Renit made his way to the Dungeon. The Captain turns and looks at Draven. "It appears that trouble follows you where ever you go. And you seem to have more injuries than before. Is it your habit to look for trouble so that you are too injured to work?" Draven shakes his head and groans softly. Placing his head on the palm of his uninjured hand he whispers softly, "I never mean to cause trouble, it just seems to come to me. I think I'm cursed." The veiled sister laughs softly as she shakes her head and takes his elbow in her own hand gently. "Nonsense, no one is cursed unless they wish to believe in those things. Come with me and the Captain will send the Healer to come and look at your new injuries in your room where you can rest and relax." Draven nods softly and allows the sister to lead him away. Her actions causing him to think that despite the appearance of all the women and their different personalities, the three of them might be younger than his twenty-three years of age.
By Amanda Moorefield2 years ago in Filthy
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By Amanda Moorefield2 years ago in Fiction
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The well-lit interior of the room seemed to make the shadows of the individuals’ hood seem even darker. The name of the establishment “Eden’s Hall” seemed like a misnomer since the inside seemed anything but ‘Eden’. However, the individual knew that the one person who could help him find what he was looking for was inside. He traveled through the throng of sitting people, the tables placed so closely that is was a wonder any one could move around. However, he made his way towards the bar where there seemed to be the most activity. If he was going to find this person, the bar seemed like the best place to start looking.
By Amanda Moorefield2 years ago in Fiction