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Post by Tismri on Mar 21, 2012 21:01:03 GMT -5
Sonia felt tense and anxious, ready to move at a moment's notice. Although Gladia Celesti were wonderful people, and she owed them everything for her freedom, she couldn't stay with them. They moved too slowly for her liking, and she desired to freely roam the countryside without being held back by anything. The whole land was before her, just waiting to be explored.
Also, she had been asking and listening for rumors. She knew she had a good starting point for tracking down the slavers who had captured her. Her desire for vengeance burned through her veins, and she couldn't wait any longer. She knew they were out there, doing to other innocents what they had done to her and her family, and she was going to make those barbarians pay for their crimes with blood.
She retrieved her weapons, packed several days' worth of food, and stood at the edge of the tribe's encampment, ready to move out.
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Post by Max452 on Mar 21, 2012 23:14:29 GMT -5
Dylan waved his friends off for the night. "Have a good night, fella's!" He laughed as they made a joke and headed for bed. Dylan yawned, tired, but not sleepy yet. He always seemed to prefer the night, even though it reminded him a lot about his time in that tiny cell in Belatona, but since then, he had grown accustomed to the darkness. As he was walking back to his small tent, he noticed a lone figure near the edge of their camp. His eyes, like a fox, spotted Sonia. He had wondered where she ran off to today. He rather missed talking with her during dinner. "Hey Sonia! There you are, I missed you at dinner." He paused when he noticed her pack. "Where are you going?" His eyes were filled with disappointment and sadness. Was she leaving? and without saying goodbye?
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Post by Tismri on Mar 21, 2012 23:43:51 GMT -5
Sonia was just about to step forward when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She should have expected Dylan to show up; he'd been watching after her ever since he'd freed her from slavery. In truth, he was the only person she fully trusted in the world, and leaving him behind would have saddened her. That was why she'd wanted to go before he noticed. She hated saying goodbye to anyone.
She could see the disappointment in Dastan's face when he asked if she was leaving. She tried to ignore it and gripped the strap of her pack tightly for a moment.
"I am," she told him. "I have enjoyed your company, and that of all Gladia Celesti, but this lifestyle just doesn't suit me." She didn't like to admit it, as she owed them everything. She shrugged it off, though, and gazed out at the edge of the desert landscape near their camping point. "Besides. I have promises to keep." She wrapped her hand around the cuff on her left wrist, and the raw hatred was evident in her voice.
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Post by Max452 on Mar 21, 2012 23:59:02 GMT -5
"Oh." Dylan's eyes were downcasted. "I...I...see." He spluttered out as he realized that she was leaving. He could hear the venomous anger in her voice, and instantly knew what promises she meant. A flicker of anger festered within him, directed at the men who had wronged her. He hated people who used others for their own benefit. His jaw tightened. "I'm going with you." It was a statement. "Wait here. I'll be back in a few seconds." He told her, and not even waiting for a response or protest, Dylan ran back to his tent quickly, gripping his pack (which was still packed from his trip that he had taken to see the Ayati), stuffed some food inside it, and grabbed his scimitar, strapping it onto his waist. He grabbed some other clothes and ran back to where he had left Sonia, hoping she had waited.
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Post by Tismri on Mar 22, 2012 0:16:02 GMT -5
Sonia was startled when Dylan told her he was coming along and ran off. He really didn't have to; he clearly belonged with these people. Besides, this was her personal vendetta. But he had given her no time to even say anything. And she had to admit to herself that she would be grateful for the company he would provide. So she waited until he came back, equipped with his pack and his scitmar. She smiled at him as he returned.
"You really don't have to come with me, you know," she told him as she turned and started off. "But thank you."
***
After a couple of days of searching, they finally found the sign that they were on the right trail. They'd spotted a wreaked carriage of rich make, in splintered ruins. There was one man dead, and in the ground were signs of struggles from some others. Sonia felt rage course through her as the scene was hauntingly familiar. This was their work, all right. She could see it all clearly. Some feet from the wreakage, she found a small girl's doll flung to the side of the road.
After that, she and Dylan followed the trail for a while. They were fairly deep in the desert now, though, and the sun was high in the sky. Sonia could go to further for the heat, but fortunately they found an oasis where they could rest out the day and continue that night.
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Post by Max452 on Mar 22, 2012 0:30:50 GMT -5
"I know." Dylan said with a smile, glad that she waited for him. He followed her on her travels, determined to help her in any way, and hoping that she would gain the closure she so rightly deserved.
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Dylan had finished building a fire for them as they made camp for the night, and began to roast a rabbit that he managed to catch for dinner. The recent carnage that he had witnessed lingered in his mind. He remembered the smell of the dead and the sad sight of a girl's doll. These slavers were monsters. Dylan gazed into the fire, silent as he wished to end the lives of those demon men. A cold chill from the desert rose then, shaking Dylan from his thoughts. He glanced over at Sonia, wondering what she was thinking, and more importantly, what she was feeling; she had spoken little today. Perhaps it was because they were getting closer to her target. "How are you feeling?" He asked her, his eyes studying her.
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Post by Tismri on Mar 22, 2012 0:54:49 GMT -5
Sonia brooded over the scene they had discovered, the sight of it not leaving her mind. Mixed with it were images of her own turmoil from her family's attack. She could still clearly remember those men's rough hands as they violated her, beating her as she struggled. Those beasts could not even be described as human. The sight had made her feel sick, and the memory filthy. She stared at the reflection of the moon on the water of the oasis pond they were camped by. She was stirred out of her reverie and brought back to the present by Dylan's voice.
"I feel as though I need a bath," she told him honestly. She stood and proceeded to remove her clothes. She'd been so used to years of her master forcing her to sleep with him that she forgot Dylan was more modest than that.
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Post by Max452 on Mar 22, 2012 1:05:53 GMT -5
Dylan watched as Sonia's eyes seemed to focus as he spoke to her. He sighed. She was probably thinking about the carriage they had found. The next thing she did caused Dylan to go red as a beet. "SONIA!" Dylan's voice was frantic as he waved his hands in front of him, as she began to strip herself of her clothing. Realizing that his hands weren't magically putting clothes on her, Dylan slapped his hands over his eyes and turned himself around the log he was sitting on to shield himself. "Geez, you can't just do that!" He told her, utterly embarrassed at what he could have seen, and feeling as if he would enjoy it. His face was hot as he tried not to allow the idea of her naked rest in his mind. To distract himself, Dylan began to mutter the process of making a sword, focusing on those intricacies than on the beautify woman behind him.
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Post by Tismri on Mar 22, 2012 1:22:13 GMT -5
Sonia was startled when Dylan quite suddenly yelled at her. She watched in curious fascination as he frantically waved his hands at her before turning away and hiding his face. She'd never seen a man react in such a way before, and it amused her highly. She grinned and doubled over with laughter at him.
"So that's what modesty is," she said after she calmed down, still chuckling to herself. "I haven't really seen it in so long, I forgot it even existed." She entered the pool of water, finding its coolness refreshing. She turned back and called at him, "Are you sure you don't want to join me?"
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Post by Max452 on Mar 22, 2012 21:51:25 GMT -5
Dylan groaned. "This is not funny!" Dylan yelled out, but kept his back to Sonia as she laughed at him. He felt humilated at his reaction, but how was he suppose to react? She just stripped in front of him! "Well, I'm glad you find this entertaining." He stammered out, his eyes secured by his hands. "NO!" He yelled out again without thinking, but rather on instinct. "I mean YES! I am sure!" He corrected himself, but could feel the heated blush on his cheek increased. He couldn't believe he just admitted that to her. "I'm just going to sit like this until you are clothed again!" He exclaimed, forgetting about their dinner as he continued to mutter about how to properly heat a sword before placing it into cool waters...and then pounding it with a steel hammer. He did his best to concentrate, but thoughts of Sonia swimming behind him kept drifting in.
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Post by Tismri on Mar 22, 2012 22:06:34 GMT -5
Sonia just chuckled again as Dylan frantically screamed. He was such an odd man. He was so different from the others she had known that she found herself admiring him. She knew his instinct had to be to stare at her openly, and perhaps even make advances at her. She was amazed by how he did the opposite instead.
"Your loss," she replied to him, her voice a light singsong tone. She swam for a bit when she heard his declaration that he would not move until she was dressed again.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked him. "I mean, you're going to burn our dinner..."
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Post by Max452 on Mar 22, 2012 22:30:23 GMT -5
"Well, all the more reason for you to hurry up and get clothed!" He shouted back, not moving, but could smell that the rabbit was almost done. He kept himself planted in his spot. For all the dignity he possessed he would not turn around and stare, despite his primal instincts as a man to do so. No! He would resist and would be respectful toward Sonia! She deserved the best and he wasn't going to give her anything else. He continued with his own mutterings. "Are you done yet?!" He asked her, a few seconds later.
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Post by Tismri on Mar 22, 2012 22:43:56 GMT -5
If their meal wasn't at stake, Sonia likely would have continued on for quite a while. Dylan was being quite entertaining at the moment, and she was thinking of ways to try to draw it out. However, the smell of the roasting rabbit made her stomach rumble, and before too long, she emerged from the water. Just as she was doing so, he called out if she was finished.
She paused for a moment, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Yes," she answered him. He didn't specify if she was finished dressing. She stood next to the campfire and took a minute to gather her clothes, and then set about getting dressed.
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Post by Max452 on Mar 22, 2012 22:49:32 GMT -5
"Finally!" Dylan whined out, thinking that Sonia was done dressing. Taking his hands off his eyes, he turned around, expecting her to be dressed. Sonia was not. Dylan didn't handle it in the best way.
"AGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! YOU ARE NOT DONE!!" He screamed out, slamming his palms onto his eyes again. His sudden action caused him to topple over the log that he was seated at and he rolled over toward Sonia. He groaned out as his vision focused again...up at Sonia. "I'M SORRY!" He gasped and covered his face again, allowing himself to just lay there ont he ground until she was done. "You did that on purpose!" He accused her, praying that this night of humilation was over.
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Post by Tismri on Mar 22, 2012 23:04:58 GMT -5
Sonia watched, attempting to hold back a fit of hysterical laughter, as Dylan reacted to seeing her. As he fell over, she was a little concerned about him, but soon hew as back to his normal self, hiding his face once again as she finally set to work clothing herself again. A small laugh escaped her at his accusation.
"You only asked if I was done, not if I was dressed," she pointed out. "Is it really my fault if I thought you meant if I was finished with my swim?" The humor in her voice cleared any innocence the question might have held. Dressed again, she sat down next to the campfire.
"All right, you can open your eyes again," she told him. "I promise, you'll see nothing about me that will be cause for embarrassment."
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