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[saphirablufire]

“Where are your credentials and what exactly is your business with these beasts?” the Knight spoke with a voice like fire, low and smoldering as she aimed her pistol between the woman’s eyes.

Her expression remained clam though her eyes burned as she evaluated the shorter woman before her. Taking note of her mechanical arm, she lowered her weapon and responded in a low tone,

“You are not the one, the creature you are looking for was left for dead in the brush back there, I ensured it did not suffer long. However still I ask to see your credentials and urge you to seek shelter immediately for if you value your life there is a greater threat among us.”... her voice trailed off as a familiar chill fell upon the air, the curious Lynwrym now recoiling back as if struck...The rouge was there...

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[saphirablufire]

"AARGH! THAT HURTS!"

Grunts and growls echoed throughout the room as the Great Beast roared and recoiled from the advances made by the Knight. Standing back, she waited until he settled before approaching once more, her voice cool as she spoke. 

“Of course it hurts, King or not that bullet was thrice blessed silver and when I cautioned you upon the field I meant it. Now I need you to hold still so I can remove it.”

She explained as she held a cloth and forceps to his wounded flesh.The dim lighting of the room served as a poor substitute when compared to the hospital wing housed upon the premises, though with the given situation low light was better then no lighting. Blood oozed slightly from the wound which she knew would heal over if she did not work fast though the Eldered Count whisked and hunkered away as a beast tending his own. Regardless for his comfort she persisted and reached for his shoulder once more, determined to remove the foreign object from his back..

[saphirablufire]

@domntepes

Everything hurt.

Her limbs were weary, her breaths finally settling while she lay relaxing upon the bed sheets. Sweat coated her brow as flaxen locks stuck plastered to her neck and cheeks as she rested her crown upon a down feathered pillow. Frustration sparked up at her own inability but was not without understanding when recounting her previous ordeal. 

Minutes that became hours of blinding hurt and discomfort were worth every moment as the tired Knight looked, half lidded, to her side where her very reason sat beside her. Never did she imagine herself in such a role and never was she more terrified of an outcome, of the unknown as the moments preceding this. However as she glanced across the sheets she could not conceal to lazy grin that struck her expression as he sat beside her, the beast-once-man she called her equal, her Count and... Beloved. There he was, beside her, and in his arms the very life they created...

[saphirablufire]

A Knight with the Prince and the Paladin

@bayonetsandbibleverses liked for a starter and @domntepes is here for the fun...

The autumn air gave way to a blanketing chill that was melted away by the heat of roaring flames upon the hearth. The thick scent of acrid smoke filled the air like incense as the Knight sat crossed legged exhaling out as a fire breathing beast into the ether. A crystal glass of swirling warm amber was held firm in her grasp as she sipped with elegance. 

In company she sat, content, beside her Count and across from the Judas Priest, a beast once man and man made beast. A quiet evening shared uninterrupted as drink and conversation passed the time until bottles lay empty while glasses remained full. Words spoken in the warm light, casual tones occasionally lifted in laughter and merriment. 

Her cheeks felt warm as and her limbs numb as she shifted position closer into the arms of her King, an act not normally witnessed by company, but drink and desire had forced her actions otherwise. Her skin felt hot in the heat of the fire and of the drink but cool was the sensation she felt whilst lounging in the lap of her beloved Count. It had been ages since she had consumed so much but in light of treaties forged and alliances made, the call of the drink did toll as a bell. Limbs heavy as she leaned up with the elegance of a feline, despite the small protest, acting out will, she pressed her lips to the jaw of the beast beneath her. Peppering small kisses along a scuffed and scarred jaw until lips met lips in a low, languid embrace. Unafraid or ashamed of the present company to witness...

[saphirablufire]

"Aren't you the impatient one..." he mused, watching her practice with that oh-so tempered rapier. "Waiting for the air to swing back?"

His voice rang out and shattered her concentration. Looking up from her stance she stood straight and removed her head gear before approaching the omniscient King. “Think you to do better? Raise your sword then.” she challenged, her voice like ice as she raised her sword to his throat, a slight smirk upon her lips….