#c: sleipnir harbard

[fllameshield]

Starter | Muse: Sleipnir Harbard

"Poor little dragoon..." That voice echoing in the hall as he came out from the darkness, from who knows where. The next room, most likely. Those cold, pale eyes were gleaming with a kind of mischief to them, and he was enjoying this moment; seeing his surprise, even if it was small and so minute of an expression. The clack of his fine-polished boots on the tiles as he approached, and he wore such a smirk on his face.

"Are you not exhausted from everything? What keeps you up at such an hour like this?"

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[fllameshield]

"Oh... Is that what this is? Anger?" Sleipnir's eyes narrowed, sharply, just the same as Clive's had, but his expression was filled more with curiosity than anything. Of course this had been a confrontation in the making, but now he was thinking of other ideas. This was, after all, his Master's new 'favorite toy', as the other put it so. He would not have it too spoiled.

"How grand this is, Mythos... You know your place, already?" Punctuating every part of that 'name' of his that he could with almost a loud purr, and already he felt quite at peace with this idea circulating through his thoughts. "I wonder how you have been enjoying your time here? Has the bedding been comfortable? The company? My Lord has gone through so much effort to see you are well-cared for." He took a few steps forward, watching the other move back with a certain kind of delight shining in his bright blue eyes. "So, what seem to be the problem? Do I anger you that much, Clive Rosfield?"

@taleswritten

@fllameshield sent [Sleipnir to Clive] "What this? You’re shaking? How pathetic." 

Blue eyes narrow at the other. Is he shaking? He hadn't noticed. He doesn't know if it's from fear considering how injured he already is or anger. He refuses to believe he is scared of this asshole.

It's no surprise he'd want to torture him, though, considering how much attention Barnabas has been giving him lately.

"The only one pathetic here is you. I'm not the one that can't stand his Master having a new favorite toy." Clive growls at him as he takes one step back and inhales a deep breath, trying to calm his shaking form. "I'm shaking in anger, you bastard. Not fear."

[stephicness]

Lord Commander Harbard -- For @arrianaestheim

[fllameshield]

[Continued from Here]

The attention of his Lord was always wanted, and he would go to any lengths to have it. So, of course it was a bit of a little lie when he stated that he could not find his own pulse, if only to see if the other would come his way. The excitement was almost unbearable, but he fought all urges to let any of it be known.

There was only the slightest thrum of his heartbeat, as his head was tilted in such a way so gently, and only that the other would notice. Only him, forever more. As none other would be able to detect it, unless they were as close as he was now. Those lips on his pale neck, and the way those words ghosts over his flesh, had his legs now struggle to stand still. He was at the other's mercy, and was basking in this feeling.

"Yes, My Liege... How silly of me to forget that you would know exactly where to look. The neck. A fine placement for a pulse..."

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[fllameshield]

[Continued from Here]

"Ah... Hit a nerve, did I? Name-calling me back? What a childl!" Though, what did it say about himself? He didn't think of it, because he felt he was above the likes of these men. In a way, he was, but that could easily be twisted around back into a less-favorable way to take it. After all, he wasn't truly human, like the rest of them, despite what this form may look like.

Sleipnir smirked, wanting to see how much he could go with this one, and once more pressed the blade up against his throat. "If you want me off so badly, then move me, Mythos... Otherwise..." He quickly readjusted the blade, aiming it for space were shoulder and neck met, carefully digging the sharp edge right against his skin until more crimson began to show beneath it. "--I'll not know when to stop...!"

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[fllameshield]

Starter | Muse(s): Barnabas & Sleipnir

The doors were flung open, and in strolled two individuals that had forced their way past several guards. For once, no bloodied bodies lay around their feet as they came into this Kingdom. In fact, they actually rendered any unconscious, out of the shred of goodness in their dark hearts; a kindness that was clearly just a tactic to win over whatever they wanted.

The King of Waloed, and his second-in-command, both in the heart of Rosaria, and together they approached the steps to the throne. Barnabas did not even bother with some proper greeting. He just stared the Archduke down with a somewhat smug expression, gesturing behind himself briefly. "Oh, please forgive the intrusion... We were just in the area, and decided to stop on by for a visit."

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[fllameshield]

Anonymous asked: ❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜ (Barnabus)

From this meme | Always accepting memes!

Sleipnir was glad to be of use to him, even now, after all these years they've been together. It was his only desire in wanting to make sure the other was always happy. Well, as happy as they can be, considering everything they are building towards. The needs of their divine being always outweigh their own. Still, he would try his best to appease his King, and had secured so many of their enemies for whatever crimes he would lay upon them.

With a knee resting on the cold floor, he looked up at the other from his position, smirking widely at the compliment. "Thank you, My Liege... There is one prisoner in our cells who I think you will find of the most interest. Our dear Mythos will certainly want them back..." He had managed to snag the four-legged companion, while it had been hunting for it's own food, somewhere a little further away from the others. A perfect distraction it will be for the future, he mused to himself.

[fllameshield]

OPEN RP | Muse: Sleipnir Harbard

"You're pathetic and you know it..."

Those cold blue eyes locked with them, clearly so very amused by the reactions he most likely would get from such a comment. He had plenty of time to spare, and having spared some to have this bit of entertainment was enough for him. Long legs moved forward, boots clacking on the polished floor as he stalked around them, watching their every move.

[waloed-steed]

Stubborn. That he was. Stubborn as a horse many would say. And though he could bleed and be wounded like any other man, he has a special endurance to a blade than most. What should have been utterly fatal was less critical whereas for any other soldier, his wound would have been a mortal blow for sure.

"Kihel....such a pretty name..."

With that his eyes would droop close, but he'd keep awake, knowing well the dangers of sleeping in a prone state like this. He'd keep the name in mind though. He'd have to figure out a proper way to reward this young girl.

She was quite the healer...mayhaps a full expense scholarship to the academy. She would make a fine healer on the battlefield...or was that too formal. Was she even of Ash? She had naught the accent nor the colors of his people.

At the mention of his own name, the silver haired stranger gave a hollow chuckle. Oh yes. Very much not of Waloed indeed if she had no idea who she just saved the life of. Nonetheless he'd brush away the fog in his mind to give her a proper introduction, little lazy weak wave and all.

"Ah, forgive my manners...P-Pray allow me t'introduce myself. I am Lord Commander of the forces of Waloed and Second in Command to the Warden of Ash, Lord Sleipnir Harbard. Dominant of the Dive Shadow Steed of King Odin: Sleipnir. At your service, M'lady. I am forever it seems, humbly in your debt~"

"B-Barnabas? A friend? Hah....one c-could say that." Sleipnir snickered tiredly as she worked to sew up his injury. "He is my King. His Majesty K-King Barnabas Tharmr, First of his name. Lord of Ash and Warden of Waloed, the great Dominant of Darkness: Allfather Odin himself...my Rider....and dearest companion."

"He'll be worried sick over me...by now he'll wonder why I have not made it back to camp with the rest of my forces..." Slep explained quietly. "I wondered off the p-path to lick my wounds in peace...in a v-vain attempt to heal myself. Thank the Founder you cam upon me before I accidently made things worse, my dear."

Pain caused fear. Shock fuelled it. Confusion mixed it all up. It often went like this. And if a wounded was lucky, they would lose their consciousness. It made treating them easier, too. But this one was stubborn as it seemed. He clung to what probably gave him comfort - or rather whom. Someone called Barnabas.

Kihel simply remembered that bit of information. Maybe it could help her calm him later. Because treatment would take some time, still. And helping the body was only half of it all. The mind had to be healed, too.

Still pressing the cloth to his wound, Kihel watched his face cautiously. A small smile crossing her lips upon being asked for her name, she gave him a nod.

"Kihel, milord."

Slowly removing the cloth, Kihel then continued to clean the edges of the cut so she could see better.

"What is your name, if I may ask?"

She was curious, really. And she wanted to distract him a little. A conversation about nicer and simple topics could suffice in such a situation. Her bag pulled a little closer to get out a thin silver needle that was arched like a tiny bow. One of her most priced possessions, along with the fine thread she now applied to it.

"Is Barnabas your friend?"

An innocent question, one that Kihel was not aware of the depth of it at all. Well. She simply didn't know who the other one was or that question would have been wholly unnecessary and unfitting...

Bowing down, Kihel held against the man's side before she started the first stitch. Aligning flesh beneath the skin first. Then the pale skin itself afterwards. Back and forth. Her small fingers working quick - and efficient, her size being an advantage at such fine work.

[fllameshield]

Starter (for Barnabas) | Muse: Sleipnir Harbard

The evening came without much conflict outside their walls, or in the surrounding areas, and he was already so antsy. With too much time on his hands, he could only wander the halls, and half-daydream over whatever came to mind. Though, as he did make his rounds around the palace, something was felt deep within himself, and how it filled him with a small sense of... worry.

Such a terrible, disgusting emotion for himself, usually, but when it was with the likes of his truly, he cared not for pettiness. After all, they were both so different from the mortal men of this world. This was enough for him to pause, and stride over quickly to the chambers of where his King was, pushing open the doors from the side entrance.

He took a moment to look around, making certain that there was no one else here, and he resumed a more leisurely pace as he approached the side of the throne. "My Liege?... Is something the matter?" His voice rang with that soft tone, but loud enough to be heard from the distance he still had between himself and the elaborate seat.

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