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THIS IS PART ONE IS MULTIPLE TALE UNIVERSE OF TWO MEN FROM BATTLING KINGDOMS WHO BOTH SEEK PEACE (or Siochain) FOR THEIR PEOPLE.
BOTH MEN HAVE DARK SECREATS TO HIDE BUT BOTH HAVE EVERYTHING TO GAIN IN THIS ADVENTURE.

Part_1_The_Taking

19:49 Red_Bear: I waited in the tree branches over the road, waiting for our mark to stroll through. It was a cold morning, but it didn't bother me as much as the cold seemed to nip at my men. They just looked at me as they heard their own chattering teeth, worried about breaking our cover. I just gave a nod of encouragement and did what I could to keep their spirits high. For those really struggling with the cold, I would touch my pendant that hung around my neck, an iron hammer fashioned after the weapon of our family's great fore-father, and I would mouth silently "blessings of the father," to them. It helped and bolstered their spirits as well as their warmth. There's magic even in belief, after all.

19:55 Red_Bear: We were here in this frozen hell to capture the prince of Scail. His father, King Torban, had been at war with my people for decades now. Our people were running out of options and being worn down by the war while the people of Scail seemed to grow stronger. Many of us suspected dark magics at play, but I was one of the few that had truly seen them. I didn't know what this prince might be like, but I knew my pendant would protect me from his shadow magic, if he had any. For my people were united with the Muintir against our common foe. As one of the most accomplished warriors of my family, I, Sahvin Ta'Moherah of the Reapers, was chosen to lead this mission to capture the prince. Surely the king could be dissuaded from his war if his one heir was captured and ransomed. Years ago, I may have refused such a mission out of principles of honor. But....when you see enough of your kin die from war and starvation, honor takes on new shades.

20:01 Red_Bear: And so, I was here for the living and the dead, a guardian. A Reaper. I was clothed in dark brown leather boots, a kilt fashioned in the colors of my family - green, blue, and black - and a loose green tunic that revealed the dense forest of red fur underneath, my family's pendant only barely visible through the fur. Two bronze torcr adorned my arms above my biceps, but they were usually hidden from view under my tunic. My hair was cut short on the sides and longer on the top and back, pulled into a shoulder length braid of fiery red hair that went down to mid-back. On my back was my two-handed warhammer, magically held to a bandolier that went over my shoulder and across my chest down to my kilt belt. But most people noticed my beard most of all - thick, long, well-kept, and even more red than the rest of my hair. It stood in stark contrast to my green eyes that even now looked around surveying the forest and my men.

20:02 Red_Bear: But then, we got the signal that our mark was approaching....and we hunkered down into our positions.... And there were no chattering teeth anywhere. Adrenaline was building and the heat of battle would soon warm us. And there would be no escape for the enemy....not in the trap we've laid..... yt

21:17 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: This is the time of day I long for...in my life a royal and warrior for the kingdom, I rarely get a moment of peace and blessed silence. My father, King Torban, is man who bent over control. Control of the castle, control of the army, control of his kingdom.....and yes even control of my sister Princess Alia and myself the true heir to throne. If I could be honest, I have no interest in ruling...well at least not in ruling how my father does. My father has never lost a battle with any of the opposing kingdoms. The rumor is he as some connection or sage of dark magic. I have never found any true evidence but I do not put it past my father to use every advantage he has to win.
21:20 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: The land of Aisling, is truly a drea
m world of wonder...the land has so much to offer and so many rich cultures and creatures. But my father and his counsel of old tyrant men see progress as everyone conforming to one way of life. It has been sad in ways seeing various tribes of kinsmen fall who their total way of life was gone. Each people and creatures add something to this land, I feel we truly losing what is important to us. I told that once to my father and then he hand me branded on my back with the royal crest of our kingdom, so I would remember my place. My father is total loss of a man, but I must honor the king.

21:40 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: My father does not fight in battles, he not a fight king, but he sits back in his castle waiting for the news of victory. I on the other hand have been trained since birth to wield two blades and to chop down any enemy not matter the size or power. From trolls, to lycans, to were-bears, to even a mid size dragon...I have succeed. But I often doubt the lives we take as a kingdom. Yes we should defend against our enemies like that Lycans and other flesh eating creatures but is expansion of our kingdom really needed....I question my father's motives.

21:41 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: Our current struggles have been with the Kingdom Muintir...they are fierce and passionate. I admire the way they live life striving to be at peace with the land and creatures. But they are savages for sure. I have seen the shred my people without mercy.

22:03 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: Regardless it is good to out in the countryside away from court, and the insistent chatter of my father. I can breath out here near the woods. I am off my horse, it so against the royal code to be down walking but the ground feels good. It is cold and the air feels life giving. I like being near the woods I feel shaded and protected as if I am out sight. My horse is stirring, probably senses something but I have both blades at my back and I can get to them fast should anything come at us. I take a deep breath...I let out stress of life and quote a Celtic psalm. yt

22:14 Red_Bear: I can start to hear something approaching. Slowly. I strain my ears to listen, my eyes tightening as I do, and then I sniff slightly. I hold up one finger to my men, and the signal goes down along the line of them, each out of sight from the road, but the information being posed as a question to the main spotter. In a moment, I have the answer to my suspicion as the men confirm my suspicions back up the line. I'm suddenly shocked. One man? Is this the prince we've heard about? Spoiled, weak, a daddy's boy, shady though we didn't know if he possessed any dark magic capabilities. But no.... This couldn't be the prince. Were we deceived? Was our intel wrong? Perhaps this was a trap for us instead.

22:17 Red_Bear: I looked at my men, fearing for them suddenly. I gave the signal for them to retreat back to base and my first in command - those nearest to me right now - looked at me like I was crazy. I simply stared in their eyes and repeated the hand gesture...but more forcefully. My orders to them were clear: retreat to base. I would see who this lone traveler was. And if it were a trap, I would buy my men time to escape. If it were the prince. Well.... Then I was about to have some fun....

22:20 Red_Bear: I stepped off the branch I was standing on and fell towards the ground. My thick legs braced for impact, and my big feet hit the ground with a THUMP. My kilt fell back around my legs and I looked forward to hear the spooked horse bucking and neighing as the walking stranger pulled at the reins and settled the horse. I couldn't tell if it was a male or female at this distance, but I noticed the swords. My eyes tightened as I stood tall, my 6'4" frame standing much taller than the stranger, and my 275 pounds looking formidable against the strangers more lithe body. I walked toward them then - slowly - as I asked a question. "Not many know the ways of the Celts.... Be you a friend to them, stranger?" I ask as I study you, the shaft of my great warhammer sticking up high over my right shoulder, but no other weapons obvious. yt

23:00 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: Up head, suddenly from one of the large forest trees in front of me a Muintir warrior drops from the trees...fuck they are stealthy bastards. My horse stirs and bucks, and I turn to settle him. I am not worried about one Muintir axe man....but he is huge damn. My 5'9" warrior hard muscled body would not stand much of chance in hand to hand combat or grappling against him.

23:37 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I am fortunate that I did not wear any of my royal attire, I rarely do outside of the castle, But I do have my signet necklace on bearing the royal crest of Scail. I highly doubt this scab warrior has any idea what a royal crest is. So I will not worry about concealing. He is a big man but I feel I could chop him down if things come to that. I turn as I have my horse calm. I face...your rugged looks stir me....your eyes, so deep and feeling. You are not like others of your people there something different about you.

23:48 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I look to you standing confident and firm but not threatening. My one hand on the reigns my other free at my side. "I give great honor to the way of Celts," is saying raising my fist in high praise as is the way of the Celts, "I am friend to the them and those who serve them." I then look to you....searching your eyes....damn those eyes....your frame....I could so get into a man like you. "What manner of Celt or creature be you," I state. Your response will dictate where this goes, and weather you stand or fall. yt

00:04 Red_Bear: I watch your body language as you settle your horse. The beast is soothed by you, the indication of a strong bond. You are no simple man if you bond with your horse like that. And the way you move, it's full of poise, confidence, a strength. When you face me, I can see you pause only briefly...but I am used to this. It is the way so many respond to my physical presence. And yet I walk towards you slowly, making no sudden move, nothing threatening. But I watch...and listen....

00:09 Red_Bear: A friend to the Celts, he says? And to those her serve them? I pause then, my head turning slightly as I ponder this. It's not that being close to the spirits of the land is unknown in the other kingdoms, but.... I had thought it rare. But then you ask what manner of Celt or creature I be...and I can't help but let out a chuckle at that. "Ah.... a complicated question. One that I do not reveal to just any stranger," I say as I look you over again. I still can't see your face in your hood, but the more I watch you, the less I think you're just some scamp or stray swordsman. It's when I see the glint of your signet necklace that I realize what I've stumbled upon....unless this is part of the trap. I know to wade in against your two swords to my one heavy warhammer would be a bad move - you have double the weapons I do and your speed would likely be something I have no hopes of matching. But you are smaller.... Much smaller.... Perhaps I can close the gap....

00:14 Red_Bear: I lean closer, trying to peer into the hood, not hiding what I'm doing at all. "Who are you?...." I ask as I step in closer. "You bear two swords.... Are well bonded to your horse.... And you bear the royal crest of Scail upon your chest...." I stand up tall again, pushing my chest out and hooking my thumbs in my kilt belt as I take a wider stance. I smile as I try to puzzle it out. Surely this isn't the crown prince.... the stories....they led me to have a vastly different picture in my head.... But the arrogance of going alone in the forest....well...that would seem to suit.... yt

02:10 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You have not stopped your advance towards. Your voice is calm but I one assume that from the confidence in your superior size and your experience in battle. As you get closer you gaze peers harder on me as you puzzle through me your opponent before you. I worry as I hear you speaking out loud you are putting the pieces together...I will have to fight or flight soon. If I feel you might have archers near by that would easily take my horse out. If I fight you I might have a better chance of getting out of this alive as more than likely you will underestimate me like most and see to us your size on me. A mistake most big men make.

02:11 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You won't answer my question on who you are...Celt or creature...so I can assume you are warrior from Muintir and that have some secret deep in you. As most in our land instantly confess to being man or beast. I steady myself...then you pry further....shit you recognize the royal crest...I will have to fight.

02:13 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I see you widen your feet then you shove you thick thumb which even has flexing muscles in it, into you kilt. You are an impressive looking man and I can only imagine the battle ready hard built muscles under you gear and armor. Your chest bellows and my lust for you grows and my dark lust for a man wells up and I wish to sink my teeth into you meaty man Viking pecs.

02:15 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I blink my eyes to regain focus and before you and move, in a fluid druid motion like the elf men of old....I leap and soar through the air at your my blade come out effortlessly and gleam in the light showing they are crafted with the finest steal. The blades whistle through the air, and before you flick you thumb I am before with blade at your nose and the second at your naval. The point of my lower bladed pokes into you hand drawing blood.

02:19 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: "What you need to know Celt is this....I am no one to trifled with....now you and any others here, let me pass.....or I shall split you from nose to naval before for you call out to the gods for mercy." I say as my blade digs deeper into you hand. My skill is not apparent and my hood back reveals my face....the intricate ink marking on my neck details my life as Scail roya, which is clearly lettered in the old Celtic tongue. I know my cover is blown. I can hold hope this sexy brute backs down. yt
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03:29 Red_Bear: I watch you studying me and then your body language changing suddenly, moving in a speed that defies possibilities. My blood runs cold as I wonder if this is the form your shadow magic takes. Surely you are more than a mere man, especially to get your blades drawn and to be upon me so quickly. There's a harshness in your eyes as you get close, and a harshness in the bite of your blade. But I don't pull back or flinch. My bearded chin just turns up as I appraise you in this new light. That's when I see the ink along your neck. My blood runs hotter then as I realize you are the prince.... But you are not what I expected....

03:35 Red_Bear: But you are upon me with your swords at me. And you are not to be trifled with? I can see that now.... But you are outnumbered. I'm sure my men are still watching as this transpires. And they are surely notching arrows and reading to strike you down should you kill me. I smile wider as I look at you. Then I laugh heartily. "No.... I suppose you are not to be trifled with. But I would not call out to the gods for mercy. Mercy is in short supply these days, don't you think.....Prince Da'Velan?" I ask, a pointed question, but not one that can draw blood unlike your sword.

03:39 Red_Bear: I look at your face, your features as I say your name. The fire in your eyes.... It is striking...and thrilling.... You would likely strike me down if you knew you could get away with it. My eyes narrow as I speak again. "But....you should also not know....we are not to be trifled with either. You know you are cornered now. And you have separated yourself from your horse. I can't strike me down and get back to your horse in time to avoid a volley of arrows, now can you? Unless.... You use the shade...." I half snarl the last bit as I spit to the side as I say it. yt

06:44 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I have learned in my years of battle to never give up your advantage and never show surprise. I at your words of saying I am out numbered, I do not flinch. I keep my eyes focused on you, your thick massive frame that I just want to ride up on. My eyes are blaze with the heat of battle and the heat of attraction. However you assessment is correct....if you have archers there is no way I can make it back....If I kill you they kill me....but is death such a bad thing? I glare more into you eyes. I will not relent. "You Muintir warriors are all the same....so full of yourselves." I say as out of the corner of my eye I see movement. I keep my eyes on you but in an instant I drop one blade towards the ground, pull a dagger, and fling hard in the head of one of you archers. The dagger sets in deep and not even giving the man the time to scream.

06:47 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: But more impressive than that is as soon as I tossed the dagger, I kicked my blade back to my hand for receiving and the placement back into you hand at you naval. "I AM NOT BE TRIFLED WITH AX WIELDER." I say more forcefully this time. I press the blade in deeper still, now the cut is a couple inches wide and deep, but you are not moving. "Let me pass.......in peace." I say. I give a whistle and my horse moves up a couple feet behind me. ".....and I am no user of the shade." I say as I glare into you eyes. yt

17:25 Red_Bear: I am forced to watch as you take out one of my men, hearing him fall into the brush in a soundless death. My nostrils flare and I bellow out hot breath of rage...yet I hold my ground, my green eyes flaring with fire as you turn your blade back to me and throw your paltry words at me. I sneer at your words...at your arrogance. "We Muintir warriors are bound together in cause. In that we are the same. But we fight and bleed for our people to live. You say to let you pass in peace.... But peace isn't what you want. It's blood you want. You've just proven that, filthy Scailian!! PERDINO!!!" I call out the last word as I look to the sky, a brilliant flash of light blazoning out from my family pendant and covering the area in a flash of multicolored light! It is the seal of protection from the shade, and I have called upon it to release it's protection for a while to fuel this radiant burst. If you truly aren't of the shade, you won't be much affected...besides being temporarily blinded.

17:29 Red_Bear: And as the light fades, I bring my eyes back to you, seeing you are blinded, but feeling you start to sink those blades into me none-the-less. You are relentless, but you have spilled first blood...and I will have some revenge with you first.... I move back and to the side even as your one blade cuts deeper. I bellow in pain through clenched teeth as I spin back and around, my one hand skewered on your sword and my other making to catch your wrist as soon as I spin around in range. You are small and lithe, though - I have to disarm you or even blinded you may dismember me.... My grip finds it's mark as I spin in, though, grabbing your wrist as my thick leg slams into yours to trip you and get you off unbalanced. yt

17:41 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You deal you enchanted call...the light burns out...fucking Muintir warrior and their witch craft ways....my eyes are blinded. I have angered you and your gorgeous green eyes flair with a fire. I hear you men rustling in the woods. My horse is stirred as you men penetrate the edge of the woods, the flash of enchanted light, and the loud presence of your screaming voice, my horse shows its animal instincts and it bolts. Dammit I think to myself. As the light fades you show you prowess and you speed in grasping one hand. Your grip is tight and hard. Your hand the skin of my wrist is warm and you skin hard and rugged. I call out in a Celtic swear word. "Your fucking Mink...." I call out as regret saying that instantly. Mink is the lowlife slang term for the Muintir people. Mink is one of the lowest scavenger creatures in the land. Now Scabs is what your people call my kingdom in a downgraded call.

17:46 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: Saying the word "Mink" has caused fights, battles and wars....it carries that much power. I do not have time live in regret over my Celtic swear. I twist, turn rolling my wrist as I free myself from your grasp. My one sword drops as I pull a recovery roll from you unbalancing trip. I roll and am able to grab my second sword again which I fling with a precise throw into another one of you men. Instantly he goes limp. As I roll up to feet and re-stand I spin, my cape flairs out and my other sword sings in the air in my master grasp cutting through another two me. Their lifeless bodies fall to ground as I come to halt and stand a few feet away from you.

17:48 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I keep my stern face at you. "Enough..........mink," I say again realizing this over life will lost....choices have been made...lines have been drawn....there is no peace between our kingdoms. yt

18:11 Red_Bear: I watch as you roll forward out of my grip, and you hurl that word.... I've been called that before, and it riles me up, but it never sets me into a rage. But as you hurl that word and you begin to cut my men down....my rage boils hot, spewing out of my soul as my hand reaches back to grab my warhammer. I watch as you do your dervish dance, leaving a trail of dead bodies and a spray of blood in your wake. But if you are a master of blades, I am a master of my hammer, and I will cut you no quarter now. The more calculated perspective I had on it earlier is gone, and as you come to a halt a few feet away from me, I'm already swinging my hammer through the air...but it's going low.....

18:14 Red_Bear: "FUCKING SCAB!!!" I roar out in rage as my hammer hits the road and kicks up a spray of dirt, pebbles, and stones at your face. I step in quick, following the spray and not redirecting my hammer. I'm more following it's momentum, letting it go straight to your chest so the top part of the head of the hammer will nail your sternum or maybe your arms if you raise them to protect your eyes. Either way, you will be dealt a savage blow....and my rage is not nearly tapped. it's only heating up more as I smell the blood of my men still in the air and feel the heat of your slur. I will fucking kill you, Prince of Scabs!!! yt

18:30 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You have started to unleash your warrior side and mercy is over. You are so much larger than I am and you are skilled as I see you move your power in control and power. You care about you men which is a quality I have not seen in any other "Mink." I here you call out that Celtic curse of "SCAB," at me. It hits my core as I partially know it is call on my people is deserved based on my father's wicked actions.

19:20 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: Your thick body shows its speed and control as you warrior mode clicks in. Your care for you men is impressive as most "Minks" I have met care so little for life. There is difference in you, something stirring and it is attractive is a frightening way to me.

19:22 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I see you bellow in and your heavy ax drags the ground and shuffles up a cloud of distraction. I thrust my cloak up to shield my eyes but your ax head barrels in slamming hard into my lean muscled chest. I grunt but my elvish armor takes the brunt of the hit. I fly back and twist in an control well trained elegance and come down on one but again my quick blade slices through another one of your warrior.

19:25 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: The battle is on and this will end well...I am out numbered....you have not killed me yet....so you want more. I stand at one knee....I pull my one sword from the ground and wield out both widening my stance. "I am the crowned prince of Scail, and I will cut all you asunder," I call out. "What it that you seek....Ax man," I say clanking my swords. My arms flex, my body action ready. My neck red....my eye calculating. yt

20:46 Red_Bear: You lay down another of my men, but no more..... Even if I have to give my life to stop you, no more, you filthy bloodthirsting Scab!! I charge in, ignoring your words, focusing on your swords together in front of you. My double headed axe is flat on the top, but curved down below, and as I sweep my axe up high, I bring those curved axe fangs down to catch your swords with. I know I have to be quick, so I give the HARDST and QUICKEST TWIST of my axe as I catch your swords there, hoping to disarm you of your blades and to come in right after with a quick bearhug to subdue you. yt

21:02 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I see the anger rise again in you as another one of you men fall. You have such loyalty them...it is an impressive feat. You fail to head my warnings and you charge in. My blades crossed in a defensive position I prepare to defend and the offend you with my cutting swings. You masterfully fling your ax in, and before I swing the blades your curved edge catches them, the force of the rips the handles from me, then your thick hard muscle covered body makes contact with me. Your arms wrap me right in a bear hug as we tumble to the earth. We hit hard with you full weight coming down on me. I grunt and try to struggle but your warrior thick arms clasp me across the chest pinning my arms to my side. I have no leverage and your strength is apparent. We roll on the ground and I end up on top and rear my head back and smash my forehead into you nose making it gush with blood. "Get off me you fucking Mink head......NOWWWWWWWWWW," I scream out wiggling and kicking in your grip. yt

21:07 Red_Bear: I feel your smaller frame become engulfed in mine as your blades are ripped from your hands as my arms wrap around you. We go down to the ground, but you still put up a fight, us rolling around till you're on top of me, your arms at your sides, my thick muscles just beginning to prepare for the true power of that bearhug when.... WHHAAMMM!!! I'm seeing stars and I feel the gush of blood. But my grip doesn't falter. In fact, it only adds to my resolve as my thick legs snap up around you, too. I know I don't need the strength from my legs too against your smaller body, but I want you to feel pain. You killed so many of us, Scab.... And you will feel PAIN for the loss you inflicted today....

21:14 Red_Bear: And with my thick legs and arms wrapped around you, I sneer down at you, blood in my red beard and coloring my teeth, I start SQQUUEEEZZZIINGGGGG. My arms thicken, bulge, ripple with power, crushing in on your ribcage as my legs feel like an unforgiving vice crushing in on your sides. I watch your face, drinking up your pain as I show you at least some measure of pain, nothing like what you and your father have caused us. "How does it feel, boy?.... To be embraced by the Muintir? The deadly embrace of the men you thrill in killing...." I growl and then SPIT a bloody spray in your face. yt

21:47 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I smashed your nose good, the blood is rushing but dammit you did not let go in fact you only crushed in harder with those tree trunk arms. I grimace as I feel the pressure. You face if full of anger. I feel your legs open up and wrap me in massive Muintir muscle meat grinder. I grunt out louder. Your surviving men stand near back anxiously watching this event. My body is wrapped and coiled by your limps like a pythons prey. You start to squeeze. My arms trapped, I have no defense. This bad....worse yet my member is thickening and enjoying this pressure, I am fucking Scab Kink, I think to myself. Your mock me call out "boy" to me. Then you crush in more...my face goes red. I grunt out....trying to hold back.

21:48 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I my body rigid, there are a few Minks that are rubbing their cocks....what the fuck. Then you spit in my face and your fucking blood coats my face. You crush more.....I can not bare it....I call out...."AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I call out as my ribs cave in and breath escapes me.

21:50 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: "ARRRRRRRRGHHHH.....wwwwwwwwwwhat......innnnn......thhhhhheeeeeee......Celtic hell.........dooooo....you want?" I grunt out. I pant harder, as body is gripped beyond the breathing point. Your a fucking beast man, and cock is leaking hard in under my clothes....this damn mink is turning me on. I pant then drop my head to your chest in the crushing embrace. "Get......it......over ......with......kill......me.......you mink!!!!" I cough out, as I barely hold on. yt

22:05 Red_Bear: I watch your face as it contorts from the crush of my body around yours. I have crushed bigger Muintir men than you in this and yet you hold up against it better than they do..... I smirk a bit at your strength and resolve. But you do not like to be doubted or to be made less of.... That has also been very apparent today. The shade of red you turned when I called you "boy".... now that was delicious.... But, as I feel your cock harden against me and feel your resolve, I know you are no boy. No.... You are a battle-hardened warrior.... And the thrill of combat excites you.....

22:09 Red_Bear: When you let out the first howl, I feel your body crush in some, the air escaping you. I let out a lusty growl of my own as I feel that, my arms writhing and pulling at different angles to up the pressure on you, my legs sawing in at your sides as you bellow out your pathetic cries. But I finally answer you. "I want you alive.... To end this war....you filthy fucking Scab.... You won't die here.... Not by our hands.... Though you've spilt enough blood for the day, don't you think?" I say that with menace and JERK my arms IN on your spine. "You think we're just animals to be slaughtered.... That's what your sword said today.... But you're just the son of a mad tyrant that doesn't understand anything about peace or mercy....." I growl again, louder, my chest rumbling with the words against you as I JERK my arms in again. "But you won't die today, Prince of Scabs.... Not today....." I watch your face on my chest, watching your consciousness start to slip from you..... yt

05:02 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: My body is tense and hard as I try and resist you’re crushing force. Your battle hard muscles wrap me and crush me like your prey. You have positioned your arms and legs with precision and aim to inflict the most damage. My air is leaving me. I continue to fight and resist as you tell me my day to die is not today. Fuck it’s worse they are going to take me...as ransom or worse. I feel you crush in harder. My body creaks and I give deep guttural groans. There is a pleasure in this too...fighting and man on man contact is immensely amazing and stimulating. I moan a little as my cock rages hard. I feel my mind slipping...I am fading...there is nothing I can do...oh that the Celtic gods have mercy on me. “You......fuuuuuucking.....mink....” I get out as my head falls and my close to extreme pressure and pain. I go out in to the darkness. Wonder who really is my captor. Yt

05:10 Red_Bear: As you call me a mink again as your eyes fade, I let out a loud boisterous laugh. My eyes sadistic, my voice booming even as your hearing fades. Even as you fade, you hurl your slurs, but the task is done. You are ours.... I hold on to you for a few more moments to make sure you are not just playing asleep. When I'm satisfied you are truly out cold, I still leave nothing to chance, calling for a few of my men to come quick and to bind you while I have you. Soon, you are bound in enchanted ropes, your torso bound with your biceps tight at your ribs, your wrists pulled back and tied together, then your ankles bound together. When I'm convinced you are safely bound, I throw you off me onto your side and I stand. I wait till you're waking to look down at you. "This is for my men, you bastard," I growl as my big boot swings in FAST and HARD on your face. You just need to be alive - we don't need to return you as handsome as you currently are....yt

05:16 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I awake slightly feeling my core sore and tight from your massive grip. I instantly go to move my arms and can’t. My legs strapped. I glare up at you I hear and see you pull your boot back to kick...”you fuccckkkkk....” I am stopped by you boot smashing my face. Everything is dark again. Yt

05:19 Red_Bear: It isn't long till I'm gathering your sad sack of a body up on my shoulder as the men bring out my horse. They have already caught yours and are removing it's barding to release it wild - can't have your horse parading around to alert anyone. I give the order to gather our dead and return back to base but to also travel in pairs. I throw your limp body over my horse and secure you to it with more ropes. This way, even if we are found out, there will be lots of decoys roaming the countryside. We've risked too much to have this fail now.

05:21 Red_Bear: And then, I get on my rugged Clydesdale and nod to my men. "We will meet back home....and we will either stymie or end this war, my brothers. Be safe," I say before Terran, my Clydesdale, thunders off with you and I.
05:23 Red_Bear: I'm checking on you through the ride, especially in this first part as I ride hard and fast, but Terran handles the terrain and the extra weight like the champion he is. When I finally notice you awake, I slow down, still at a rugged gallop, but not the full speed I had us at. "I see you're back with us, scab. How was your nap?" I growl with a partial smirk, but also plenty of spite and contempt in my voice. yt

05:37 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: My body is jolted awake by the horse’s moment. I can only move my head and feet a little. I groan and get groggy. I shake my head. “What the Celtic hell is going on?!” Then I see you. And I know...I am a captive...but we are alone.

05:39 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I look around not knowing the area, I have not been here before in this area. We are deep in Mink territory. I wonder where my horse is...long gone and set free I assume.

05:41 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: “Shut up you fucking lycan whore,” I mock out. In our lands lycans were worse than Minks....loathsome creatures of vengeance and horror. To be their whore well is to be the lowest...so I know this insult hurt you. Yt

05:47 Red_Bear: I let out a boisterous laugh at your "insult," knowing you're trying to rile me up. But your words mean nothing to me....and I decide to let you know that. "Save your tongue, filth. Hah You are my prisoner and you know it. How well I treat you depends on how silent you are. Besides...." I pull back my big right hand and then SLAP your ass hard and rough before adding, "...you were the one hard as a rock all against me earlier. I don't think I'm the whore around here. I wonder what your father would think about you getting so excited in the arms of a savage like myself?" I smirk extra big at that last part as my big hand gropes your ass firmly. "Would be even worse if I took your virginity and soiled you, wouldn't it?" I say as I lick my lips mockingly before laughing again. I know what tales you Scabs tell of us, and I'm happy to weaponize them here and now against you. yt

15:18 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: There is something about you, you are different from the other men from your kingdom I have met in court and in the battlefield. You are rough and Viking like but there is depth to you. Granted my people....Scabs....are pretty full of themselves but I feel that is fed from the lies of my father. I do not agree with his ways but I can not dishonor him, now, in front of an enemy. I bit my tongue from releasing more insults your way. Your grope my ass with you battle hard hand. Damn every bit of you is muscled. My cock hardens again as I think to your strong bear hug and leg grip on me. I am lover of men, that is perfectly acceptable in our land but not a prince who need to bring forth an heir to throne eventually. My father tolerates my love affairs with some of the worthy warriors in our kingdom, but I am betrothed to a maiden of the royal court in our kingdom.

15:24 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: It will serve only as a kingly union, but not in my heart that longs for a strong man, a rugged man, who is worthy in power, might and heart. I have yet to find such a man. Most men what me for position or prestige, thinking it will gain them favor. I have no interest in that. I fuck them all to get my seed and stimulation off, but they mean nothing. I see my life a hallow and lost....thus I take my daily walks and rides in the countryside. Though I am captured....I feel an exhilarating release from my royal life.

15:27 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: To be honest your groping feels good and bit my lip more as my cock remembers you thick massive quads engulfing me. I look a head and see some Mink ruins coming into view. We are deep into your territory...I will need watch carefully for moment to run or subdue you. I see you kept my blades, which are laced to your horse. Good I can not lose those blades...they are special they burn and singe the flesh of lycan, and that is necessary tool into the wilds here. yt

18:21 Red_Bear: I take note that you do silence your tongue....something I didn't expect. I look down at you and ponder you deeper then. I have no clue what your life is like, but I do know that your people severely misjudge my people. I don't want to make the same mistake that your people make, but....it would be so easy to make that mistake. At the same time, you are a mere pawn to stave off this war...allowing myself to think of you as more than that would decrease the advantage I have. I growl as I think about the suffering of my people.... If we hadn't suffered so much, this wouldn't have been the plan.... There would have been other ways.... Surely....

18:28 Red_Bear: I come out of my thoughts as I see you looking ahead to the ruins of my people. Perhaps you should know the story.... "Those are ruins of one of the great forts. They were built long ago...and they were destroyed by your father at the start of his war." So many of my people died in that siege. It's then that I notice your eyes go back to your blades. "Do not worry.... I will protect you. I give you my word on that," I say without reservation, but as the words come out of my mouth I realize I've never given a Scab my word before. Likely, it will mean nothing to you, but...I mean it. Besides, I need you alive- my people need you alive. Something burns at me as we get closer to the ruins and I decide that I need to ask you something. "On your side....why do your people say your father started this war?" I ask as Terran slows to a trot now. yt

19:18 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I feeling my stomach churn while your horse rocks from side to side. I have not eaten since much earlier this day. I told no one I was going out either...my father would of forbidden it or had an escort come with me. I am sure I have been missed as my father views me as an asset more than a man or his son. The Captain of the Guard, Narktin, is more like my father than the king. He was my protector and teacher as a young boy. He talk me the old ways of the Celts....the ways of light, the dangers of shade. He wanted to the kingdom to take a new path with me, knowing that father only sought to conquer and not lead the people. Narktin is the best swordsmen I have ever seen. His ways and skills were beyond anything. To watch him in battle was truly a sight. He taught me the sword so that now I rival him only. "Be good king for all people," he would say...meaning that one day our lands Mink and Scab and yes even Lycan should be one.

19:22 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: My father does not see that, but it rumored his mind is lost to the shade. Narktin has tried to work peace with the Minks for some time even behind my father's back. So when I hear you ask my if I know why the war started....I know the open answer and I know the closed answer. I give the open answer. "I do know Mink....your people made a deal with the filthy Lycan and pillaged our boarder lands killing hundreds of innocent lives. It was said the Lycan promised you Mink immortality if you leagued with them against us. So my father attacked to end the league of evil." I say knowing that is a lie. But I can not trust you at any cost. "Your word Mink means nothing....you nearly broke me, smashed my face...so I have no doubt I am merely you pawn." I spit on the ground as my mouth is full of dry blood. "Spare me your talk of words and honor, Mink." I scowl out. Yt

22:51 Red_Bear: I had said that your words wouldn't bite me...and yet these do. I let out a deep sigh as you share that. I know the stories of what your people say of us. You probably know the stories of what my people say about you. And I could so easily take what I've seen today and believe they're true. The only reason I don't is because I know what you've been told is not complete horseshit....but it's close enough. But I do decide to correct some things you said. "I didn't nearly break you. You are fine. And your smashed, pretty face is little comparison to my men who died today. Died by your hand. Do you even know why you live, boy? Do you think I'm going to sacrifice your blood to my Lycan god for immortality? Is that what you really believe?" I ask as we get to the edge of the ruins. "Yes.... I shall be immortal....while so many of my brothers and sisters lie dead behind me. What a kingdom to live forever in...." I say as I look to the ruins, where my people once stood, once thrived.

22:53 Red_Bear: "It doesn't matter...." I say as I dismount and take the reins ahead of the horse, leading us into the old castle keep. I refuse to let you see what I feel for my lost people. You will never see that, you fucking Scab. But I will protect you...even though part of me doesn't want to. yt

22:59 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I listen as you talk back to me, there is such a depth in your voice, wisdom and even loss. You bear a great burden...but can figure you out. Most Minks you see it in them....that selfish will to live not matter the cost....but you see that darkness in the Scabs too. Again you speak of the men who died today. Part of me wants to defend myself in saying you all attacked us, you kid napped me...but those words do not seem fitting now so I stay them.

23:08 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You dismount and walk us up to the ruins. I can see your shoulder shrug, you have been board chested since you jumped from the trees....something weighs you down. But I have problem, the swaying of the horse and my empty stomach have gotten to me. Suddenly I vomit, luckily I am hanging off the Terran far enough that none splashes on him. There is blood in the vomit, more than likely I am bleeding internally from you crushing hold.

23:11 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I cough out and finish. I know you are looking at me. "Go on make your insult......" I say then I hang my head, "we Scabs deserve it...."I say the second statement softer. I know the the true story of these ruins....it is painful that my father was the one who would not help your people but almost forced them by starvation and war to turn to the lycans for help. My father used that to justify his war. I know this horrible place...this was where my father first used shade, his soul and my mother's life were the cost that game the dark wizard. I still remember my mother screaming in in the night in the lower levels of the castle as my father offered her up as a sacrifice to the dark wizard.
23:12 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I hold my head down, waiting for you next move. I am weak and tired and just pawn in this game. yt

23:17 Red_Bear: I sigh out again as you tell me to make my insult. I shake my head at what you say, but come to start untying you from Terran, to get you off your stomach so that you can rest and so that I can tend to your wounds. "Let me know if anything is tender," I say as I pick you up as gently as I can. Once you're down from Terran, I take you over to a set of stone stairs and lean you up on them. And there, I start unbinding you, looking in your eyes occasionally as I do.

23:19 Red_Bear: "Not all Scabs deserve it....just like not all Minks...deserve it...." It's hard for me to use the slur against my people, but.... something feels right about saying them both in the same sentence then...to further illustrate my point. I know it's not so simple as the way people make it. But it could be simpler still if we just.... I shake my head and focus on you. Once your hands and torso are untied, I pull out a pouch. "Where do you hurt?" I ask as I start gathering a few pinches of the contents of the pouch and put it in my waterskin. yt

23:25 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You halt the mighty steed you right. My insides are sloshing still. You come around and gingerly lift me from the horse. I am puzzled by you, as this is a total switch but I am surprised at this behavior either. I just did not expect to be receiving it. I grimace you pick me up, my ribs ache. I was total a leviathan's, a great snake like creature in our lands prey. I am sure I have broken ribs from this asshole mink's thighs. But I remember he could killed me.

23:32 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You sit down on the steps and unbind me. I am tempting to run but there is something about you, the attitude and your words. I rub my wrists, and then my ankles, open my cloak, and slowly pull up open my elvish armor, and lift my shirt. You see scars coating my chest and Celtic ink tatoos which is not normal for a royal. "here," I kindly say and point showing my red ribs.

23:34 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: Then I point to the other side as well. My eyes meet yours and there is softness there. I speak...."I am sorry for the loss of your men....war is ugly.... I am sure they are in the great halls of heaven, as they were honorable men." I say those words with a surrendered softness, as I lean back grimacing in the discomfort. ty

23:39 Red_Bear: I keep an eye on you to make sure you don't run...and I'm glad when you don't. As you open your armor and lift your shirt, I see the scars and ink. I look back up to your eyes then, unsure of what to make of that. But then I see the redness and the swelling in your ribs. I growl and chastise myself in my head as I realize I must have gotten carried away with the bearhug and the scissors. I take a few more scoops of the powder in the pouch and put it in my mouth, chewing it and making a paste out of it. I then offer you the waterskin and nod that you should drink it.

23:46 Red_Bear: I spit out the paste from my mouth and then move to put it on your ribs, smearing it on the red parts as tenderly as I can. "This will help with the pain and the healing," I say as I tend to you. But then your words come about my men...and I stop...and I look up at you, my jaw hanging slightly. But then I go back to tending your ribs. I'm in silence until I finish spreading the paste on you and then I lean up. "Thank you," I say with a nod, looking in your eyes. I sigh again, then say "and I am sorry for your injuries. I didn't mean.... I didn't want to...." I sigh again, knowing the words mean so little. "When you lose so much...you do become desperate.... Some of our people did ally themselves with the lycans. It's true. Some of us refuse that, though. But we're still desperate.... To end a war that we want no part of.... That's why we kidnapped you." I feel myself turn red, partially in shame and partially because I'm just blurting out the plan to the enemy. Is this stupid of me?

23:47 Red_Bear: I look in your eyes and wonder if I can ask the question that burns in me...but I hold on to it for now.... and instead I wonder what you're thinking from all that I just shared with you..... yt

00:02 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You chew on the paste, and I watch your hard jaw work. I look at your rugged face, and it is so beautiful. Your lines on your face, bone structure, and jaw line is the perfect picture of manliness. Fuck, am I getting attracted to this Mink warrior. My cock even stirs as you hand reaches in and touch me rubbing the paste on my ribs. It is warm to my skin and i watch you face carefully hoping you see the truth in my words.

00:07 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You give me an apology for your crushing hold on me. The whole flux of our relationship has shifted....my heart is pulled to you....why...what the fuck is wrong with me. But there is truth, to you words....I know of the truth of you people, your rich culture, I was taught it by my mentor....you are more of true of man than I have ever known. You are powerful, you are fierce...but caring and true. But nothing could ever come of this. I take the flask and drink. The water feels good on my lips. I lean up to had it back to you. Your face is close to me as you attend my ribs.

00:10 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You spill out your plans like a traitor on the stocks....but it is just your honest heart. Dammit.....I feel for you....your people....I can help this....I can help you. "You know you are right....it does not have to be this way.....man was made for peace not war, the Celtic masters say....in your land they say 'peace is the real strength...Siochain, is the word you people use." For a Scab to speak any Mink term is an insult to my people but an honor to yours.

00:11 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I lean more into you and take a chance. I kiss you. My lips meet yours....I feel your power....your might....your heart.....and yes....I feel you. Oh if that man would, could love me.....yt

00:17 Red_Bear: I feel your eyes on me, studying me, as I tend to you. But then you say something that shocks me to my core: "Siochain." I look up at you, my eyes on yours as you say the word, a word of my people. At first I wonder how you know this word. How could you possibly....

00:21 Red_Bear: But those thoughts are suddenly pushed aside as I let out a short grunt of surprise as your lips come to mine. I feel the intensity of even that short, delicate kiss, but I pull back, my bearded jaw hanging slightly agape as I'm speechless. "I...." I look for the words, but....none come.... I swallow once and then remember my men....who died today... At your hand. "I'm sorry...." I say as I take a few steps back, my head hanging. I'm so confused.... perplexed.... I have my honor, my mission.... And I knew of your attraction to me already from our wrestling earlier, but this.... I shake my head and refocus.

00:26 Red_Bear: "We need to get inside before night falls. The Lycans will scour, especially tonight. The moon is full, though she doesn't always hold her sway over them." I start to turn and walk in to the keep, but I stop about halfway through turning away. I look back at you then. A war rages in my heart, fought by the man that killed my men and by the man that uttered one of the most sacred words of my people. Are you that ruthless that you would dare utter that word as a way of playing me? But then, how would you even know it? No.... There must be more to you. There must be. I turn back to you and push out my hand to you, offering it as I speak my next words.

00:31 Red_Bear: "I will attempt to make Siochain with you specifically, Prince Da'Velan Norte. If there can be Siochain between you and I, Sahvin Ta'Moherah of the Reapers, then there may be hope for Siochain between our people." I stare in your eyes deeply. I mean this all....and I hope somewhere in you, you are vastly different from your father. yt

06:03 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You draw back from the kiss....fuck. I have gone too far. I bite my lip as now that I have tasted you I desire more. But the Mink in you will forbid that contact with me. But will the man in you allow it. I know I am feeling something for you...but how is this possible. I have heard of the love the sight, where you see that one for you and you fall for them. All of the great romances are bond in the love of sight. Are my love of sight....surely not. You are touched by the word....that ancient language really does have power at my mentor taught me, though I never really believed him.

06:05 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You are a true warrior and just as you seek to read my actions so do I seek to read yours. We are both a puzzle to one another in the mere fact there both so much more to us than meets the eye. Could you be my one....could we be the ones to unite our kingdoms....my father would slay me for such a thought.

06:07 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You go into the mindset of the warrior as you motion me to keep. You are trying to hide something, maybe your feelings...maybe more. You have such command and authority in all that you do, it really is impressive. I know you weighting my intentions...so am I. I am unbound and free to run, to grab your horse, but no your steed is loyal to you. Is there really an escape for me here....what at what cost....something is brewing in both of us.

06:15 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: You work halfway into the keep...I have a clear path to leave...you turn back, I see the rage, the fight...what do I do. I turn from you some and look off toward my country, my kingdom which I can not see over the Mountains of Majink, which separate our kingdoms. "I have never been this from Scail before," I gaze off hard in the distance. "If I were a true Scab, this is where I run for it...I pull the poisoned dagger from my boot that you did not know about and launch in it your gut. Then leave you as Lycan bait." I say plainly as I pull my pant leg up to reveal the dagger. I pull it and look at it, then look at you.

06:17 Chadwick-javelin_catcher: I then do something you did not expect, I turn to Terran who is right here, and I slide the dagger in with my blades. I grasp the reigns of the mighty steed and hand them to you so you can guide him into the keep. "Siochain, for now between us warrior then...." I say as I take you hand as my willingness to yield. yt

06:22 Red_Bear: I smile at you taking my hand, but also in what you have just done. You have shown honor...and trust.... And I refuse to believe that it's just for show. This could be the one true chance I have to save my people...and I will risk my life on it. I will risk my life on you. I smile then as we take each other's hands and really look into each other's eyes. I know the right thing to do. And I nod, our hands parting after a long pause. "I trust you," I say. "In the halls of my people, I proclaim my trust of you."

06:25 Red_Bear: And then I step to Terran and I unbind your weapons....and I hand them to you. Your swords. Your dagger. All of it. And then I smile wider as I see the look on your face. "Also....Siochain is not something 'for now.' Siochain is a promise you strive for....forever." I smile wider then and turn to the slope that descends into the most intact remaining parts of the castle. "Come.... We need to get food in your belly. Can't have you trying to take a bite out of me or Terran, can we?" I say as I lead Terran down the slope.

06:41 Red_Bear: I turn back and look at you one last time as I descend into the belly of the castle. It's the first time I let myself really see how handsome you are. I grin one last time as I let out a slight growl, turning my head back around as I continue down. Damn.... What is going on here?....

END OF PART 1

Published: 2021-03-15, viewed 70 times.