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posted on Mar 9, 2019 6:26:11 GMT by Euron
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“Yes, yes celebrate great and powerful firebrand.” he wafted a hand in the air in a bowing gesture. His other hand was still shielding his lower bits out of fear of being struck again but he would still admire her victory dance. He had been in many fights; Some in bars against men just as big as him, others were drunkards and even at one point a werewolf but never in his life had he fought someone like this. Not only did she defeat him with power but she did so in such a manner that kept her on top of her opponent no matter their size. It was admirable of her to be so... Bold. Another low groan left his lips as he sat up to greet the enthusiastic woman, “You want to help? Well it’s going to rain out soon but rice is usually quick. It just needs to be warmed.” he pointed to the fire pit, “J-just take the fish off of the flame and plate it on a tin.” had she looked at the fire she’d see a single dish resting against the rocks that made up the rim of the flame. “Get that and take it to the tent... Less you like your food soggy.” he took a sharp breath and forced himself to stand on his feet. Euron staggered as he made his way back to his tent, “C’mon to shelter if you want, given you’ve bested me tonight you can at least be dry while you eat your winnings.” he wouldn’t enter the tent instead he’d open it for her as a gentleman should, though for the sake of it he still kept a hand over himself in case she felt the need to go at it again. He tried his best to not sell the fact that he was still in pain.. If she entered the tent he would return to the fire side after rummaging through a sack at the side of the tent. He’d remove a cloth wrapped pot and opened it. There was a bounty of rich white grains, just enough for his new friend to sample at least. While the rice was already cooked he figured it’d be best to at least warm it up thus he’d place the pot over the open flame just ontop the collapsed pillar of charred, ashen sticks and let it rest. With that, he’d sit down next to the flame and sung to himself, a song his nan used to sing to him of sea raiders. Or rather he tried to piece it together from memory. The rain began to pick up, the drizzle becoming a moderate down pour. celestine
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posted on Mar 9, 2019 2:55:14 GMT by Euron
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There was a sudden impact and a bone-jarring thud that made his forehead explode with pain.
Euron teetered back, still keeping hold of the dark haired woman with all of the might he could still muster up, in his eyes tiny translucent stars whisked in his field of vision for the few seconds he got his eyes open before another stiff headbutt would hit him again.
His hands retreated to his face as he held on to the bridge of his nose, while he appreciated a good fight every now and then the feeling of raw bone against his flesh deterred his willingness to hold the girl and she’d be plopped just in front of him.
If the pain in his face from his now bruised nose wasn’t enough the dragoness seemed to be full of surprises as she whipped her tail at him with enough force to make him stumble, had he not gotten a guard over his chest he probably would have been knocked out right then and there. Lowering his guard he smirked, “Ha is that the best you’ve got woma-”
*WHIP* her tail sounded again and before he knew it Euron faced a pain like none he had ever felt in his life. Falling to his knees Euron’s right hand shielded his stones as the other planted into the ground to support him. The pain was instant on delivery and the only word he could muster up was ‘ahhhhh’ as he would collapse onto the ground and roll onto his back.
Both of his hands would clasp his extremities as he took a series of sharp breaths. His heavy breathing would continue before he’d burst into a fit of laughter, though it wouldn’t all be joyful as he panted between cackles.
“Y-you fight dirty!” he beamed with joy as he rolled onto his knees, “I like that.” he’d offer her a sincere smile as he hunched over, the tears in his eyes were either from the pain or the laughter but regardless he had found himself infatuated with the horned woman.
“Please join me for dinner, I’ll make us some r-ri-riiiiiice” he fell back over, still holding himself as he rested on his back. “Gods it’s like you dropped an anvil on ‘em.” the ancestors were probably laughing at his pain.
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 6:50:15 GMT by Euron
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This foolish woman must have thought him to be a fool! Which was probably ironic in some way or another, Euron never understood Irony... At first he thought it to be a type of cake but regardless of his feelings on iron cake he would not let this thief get into his head.
The white horned one spoke of her cloak buckle, no doubt stolen! Like the rest of everything she had! “You think you can distract me? With your looks you probably swindled good men all over this forest with your little tale! But not I!” he backed away from her slowly, just a few feet to better asses the situation. She was certainly taller than he expected her to be.
The red haired male had thought his opponent would give the signal to her comrades to raid him, instead she stripped herself of her cloak and bundled it up neat. Euron was almost offended at the very move she made, and then she had the audacity to place a hand on her hip and accept his challenge if he weren’t so hungry he would have told her a thing or two about manners!
When he thought she’d run she stripped, when he thought she’d call her party, she gave him her name and what a name it was.
“Celestine, the firebrand?” he repeated with a quirked brow, “You think some sorta fancy nickname will scare me?!” he sucked his teeth.
“Celestine the Firebrand! You best prepare yourself for the romping of your life!” he declared as he took hold of both sides of his worn cotton shirt, ‘For I, Euron War tooth will wrestle you into submission! Have at thee!”
There was no way he could lose! The ancestors were watching and once he defeated her in a grappling match they would no doubt give him favor and he would reveal her plot to rob him.
With his bellowing call he tore his shirt off at its sides at flexed his muscles in his war cry before darting towards the woman like a raging bull. His first attempt at her was a mere grapple, his arms would seize her waist and he’d make his attempt to pluck her off of the ground before wrestling her down to the ground. As hopeful as he may have been to show off he was slow in his delivery of every action, when he’d pick her up, had she not reversed it she could have sensed him tremble as his growling belly provided an adequate distraction for any counterattack she may have had.
“I don’t want to hurt a pretty face, but if you keep this up I’ll... I’ll. I’ll do something to ya.”
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posted on Mar 7, 2019 5:05:37 GMT by Euron
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edited on Mar 7, 2019 5:07:40 GMT by Euron
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The gods should have preserved him in this cold. As quickly as he had lost his focus it had returned, the low patter of the coming rains helping him sync his focus back to the rhythm of his breathing. Under his breath he would begin a slow chat of intangible words, rather they were prayers or other wise he wasn’t sure but the more he spoke them the more confident he began to feel in his meditative practice.
The sky rumbled with thunder, the crackle of leaves, the splash of shallow pools and breaking of twigs would not deter his focus, he’d dismiss every interruption as nothing more than animal chatter. He was in the forest after all, there was no doubt in his mind that beasties were preserving themselves for the coming rain that was about to follow the cold front.
With his eyes closed and his grip on his ax softening Euron continued on his quiet chanting. His reasoning for doing so in the first place was to give thanks for a good hunt on top of asking for more fortune to come his way. More than anything he sought to honor his ancestors in hopes to gain their favor in his next battle, rather or not the ancestors received his plea was as mysterious as the existence of the gods he followed. With any luck the old bastards gave him their blessing.
In the midst of his chanting the chatter from before had returned, it was louder this time and like the last he assumed it was nothing more than a beast seeking shelter. Sadly for whatever was prowling near his camp he had nothing for it but the head of his ax if it so choose as to press it’s luck against him. Once again the noise would stop, though this time instead of silence he was spoken to. ”Mmm … this is so nice.”
Euron’s left eye peeked open to gaze at whatever manner of talking animal decided to interrupt him and to his surprise there was no beast, no, instead he had found a woman’s citrine gaze.
Startling the warrior would lose his grip on his weapon and the handle would fall to the grass at his knees as an uncharacteristic gasp jolted from his lungs.
The horned woman would take notice of him, casually asking what was for dinner as if they were campmates. A bit stunned by her forwardness he was silent for a moment as his scarred lips curled into a wary smile. His weight was shifted onto an elbow that had found itself planted in the ground, the rest of his body relaxed.
“Ah, well suppose serpent and fish are for dinner lady.” his words were uneasy though, as soon as he realized his submissive positioning he reasserted himself to standing position. With crossed arms, he looked down at the well again, horned woman. He didn’t quite know what to make of her besides that.
“Oi!” he barked the word, “Don’t you go askin’ me what’s for dinner lady. You think I don’t know your type?” his face twisted into an inquisitive sneer.
In truth, he didn’t know her type but he couldn’t have let her get over him with tricks! “The ole lost beautiful woman tricks the foolish man into letting her rest in his camp trick ey?” he acted as if he saw through her.
“Then wham!” he hit his left hand with a balled fist, “Your mates, or mate if you prefer, wack him over the head and you make off with his coin! Well, you can't-fool me! Prepare for a wrestle if ya don’t submit now!”
In an attempt to save his masculinity in front of his ancestors in case they had been watching he prepared to wrestle the stranger by spreading his legs and raising his hands! To add on to his showy display his ever sinister fingers wriggled. That’d intimidate the thief no doubt! And maybe get him bonus points with his great grandfather Ernest the tickler... Old pervert. Gods rest his soul.
There was no doubt in his mind he could probably not take her given how hungry he was but he had his will! And that was more than enough! It was her move now...
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posted on Mar 6, 2019 5:17:49 GMT by Euron
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edited on Mar 6, 2019 5:18:10 GMT by Euron
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The skies rumbled with thunder as a blanket of gray enveloped the once powder blue sky. The winds were howling, every blade of grass and weed blew in the wind alongside the rustling treetops. Despite the nearest lake being yards away the smell of water still filled the air. A storm was coming.
Miles from the city rested Euron Blacktyde’s camp. It was a small site with only a few details worth noting; his tent was pitched at the edge of a tree line just outside the heart of the clearing he choose. His fire pit, now orange with small dancing flames fought against the cooling air. All besides his tent and fire was a pile of firewood that waited for use at the side of his tent. All in all it seemed he’d have nothing of use for any raiders.
As for Euron, he rested on his knees at the fireside, his axe’s head planted onto the ground, his hands at the knob. His breathing was calm and his hair blew in the breeze. The warrior was meditating after a good hunt, while it brought him nothing but a serpent and fish he at least had enough to fill his belly for the cold night ahead.
Crackling flames slowly roasted the serpent wrapped fish he had put on a spit. Both would provide him nourishment, it was only luck he managed to catch either in these conditions.
Euron’s meal was slowly darkening, the scent of meat filled the air as it roasted. Anyone in the immediate area would have been able to smell it. In his meditation, he was certainly open to any attacks.
Much to his dismay, he would not get to enjoy his meal dry as it began to rain, a light drizzle threatening to put out his flame. “Gods... This is no good.” his eyes peeked open at the sky above. The storm was certainly coming faster than he could cook.
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posted on Feb 27, 2019 4:00:27 GMT by Euron
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edited on Feb 27, 2019 5:31:47 GMT by ADMIN
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posted on Feb 27, 2019 0:53:22 GMT by Euron
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edited on Feb 27, 2019 5:29:19 GMT by ADMIN
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On his second trip to the dungeon, there had only been one monster as strange as it sounded. It was a hulking beast that he could barely detail save for its piercing yellow eyes. It was a long, battle and without anyone to assist him he had managed more close calls then he would have liked as he brawled for his life and in the end, he would stand victorious but at the price of his shield being shattered and what remained of half of his blade rammed into the beast gullet. [break][break]
Battered, broken and bloody he exited the dungeon and had found himself to have a permanent grin on the right side of his face it seemed his opponent had left its mark. With this in mind, he had begun to doubt himself and his ability and even now questioned his efforts. Even with a new shield and ax his doubts worry him as he yearns to enter the dungeon again.
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