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❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜ kiran wick verse

ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? //@llosgcariad

She crossed her legs at the ankles, swinging her heels back and worth as she considered his response. Leftover adrenaline in her system from the fight she'd been in earlier contributed to her restless energy. He was getting testy, it was hard to say how much further she could bother him. She was distracting him from his work, perched on the corner of his desk and pestering him as she pleased. She had nothing better to do, and she was bored. Kiran seemed to have forgotten was that if she wanted to be, she could be a worse menace than he was.

"Hmn, maybe." The assassin starts in a playful drawl, a small part of her was tempted to see just how far she could push him. She pushes off of his desk, her stilettos clicking loudly on the floor. "You're not giving me much incentive to just shut me up by agreeing. There are other ways to keep my mouth shut, perhaps someone in the lounge will give me a better option. Something a little more fun than this."

She saunters away, her footsteps echoing in the sudden silence. The continental grounds were neutral territory, she was one of the best in their business but few knew her actual name and face. The only thing that anyone knew, was that she would still have a weapon strapped to her thigh that Kiran's staff didn't dare try to confiscate.

Nobody needed to know that it wasn't actually loaded with bullets, it was more there to make people wonder why the rules didn't quite apply. She had other weapons that were much less obvious to the naked eye.

Sonja took her seat at the bar next to a few faces she didn't recognize, one of which was a solem faced attractive man. She didn't know if Kiran was watching or not, whether on camera or in person. She was tired of chasing him, and wanted a little fun. She wanted to feel wanted, beyond a contract occasionally put on her head.

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❛ a good compromise leaves everyone angry. ❜ kiran viking verse.. . possiably thinking of marriage and well thats something in that verse

ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? //@llosgcariad

She was jarl, the gods were the only authority that superseded her own. It did not go to her head, not the way it had her father. Perhaps it was her vanir blood, that gave her a different perspective and greater compassion for all within their territory. Kiran's seidr collar was removed, thrown into the icy depths of the sea. Her promise fulfilled to make him a freed man, of equal standing to most of the nords. But he was still a Celt, and his people were still quite angry with hers thanks to her father's actions. She inherited the feud, it was her duty to find the proper weregild to avoid war being declared. Many had suggestions, none of which seemed the right call. Kiran's words echoed in her ears, clearing away the buzz of frustration that had been settling in her mind.

The demigoddess locked her gaze with his, a hunter's calculating look on her face. A bad compromise would lead to lingering resentment that could lead to a blood feud being declared, if not civil war or outright war if not handled with the upmost consideration and care for all parties involved. The warriors of both their peoples had no qualms against fighting, but she did not want to see a great number of them laid low on a killing field. Division of wealth, gold and other such means would not be suitable.

"It seems one path remains, aside from resigning to war. Spilling a different kind of blood." She clears her throat and looks away, refusing to let herself become embarrassed. She would speak to her mother, seek her blessing. "I will speak with the Celts leader, see if offering my hand will be acceptable. We will meet here again tomorrow evening."

She calls the meeting to a close, walking from her place at the middle of the great table to her rooms. She doesn't look to see if he follows her, letting silence enfold as she lights a small bundle of incense to lay tribute to Freja. Sonja knows he's there, her magic responds to his presence like a cat winding about their humans' legs.

"What do you say? A year and a day, further commitment to be revisited at a later date. Would that suffice to put out the fires?" She glances over to him, a more vulnerable look than she'd born out in the greathall. Kiran knows her, knows her habits and her ways, the touch of her lips, the taste of her. But there was a line they'd never crossed, a line that meant more to someone of their bloodlines.

"Duty or heart?" Its his to decide, he already had her heart. She feared what that meant, the power he held over her. Not even a goddess like her mother was immune to the power of a man winning her heart. Sonja had never voiced the three words, but he knew all the same. He was one of the few that knew the truth of her bloodline, she was one of the few to know about his connection to the Wild Hunt and to find him an alternative with the Allfather's hunt.

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His hands on her hips is a familiar weight, the touch rewarded with grinding her hips against his. She knows the second he notices the piercings, a smirk playing on her lip even as he traced the outline. Sonja tilted her head back, exposing her throat to the omega with a small groan. The sensitivity was a surprise to her, the she-alpha supposed it levelled the playing field a little. She tugged his jeans down a touch, just enough for her to grind against him and have him feel how he affected her.

"The idea of it is tempting, both putting you into your heat.....and seeing you all wet and red in the face." She took ahold of his chin, tapping her fingers with a hum. He was being bold, the filth of his statement had her attention. A lesser alpha would have been driven over the edge by that alone, she may not have the immaculate control as their other alpha did--but that didn't mean she wasn't capable of holding out and being a touch mean in response to brat behavior.

Dark eyed and desperate, it wouldn't take much to make him whimper. The leather jeans had to be uncomfortable, and yet she had half a mind to make him keep them on. His offer was quite the dangerous one, it would be hours before Murtagh was expected to be home. Hours that she could spend edging him again and again. She'd done it before, tied him up and spend the better part of three hours edging him. It had been a while since she'd last reminded him of her patience when it came to that.

She makes him turn his head with her grip on his chin, starting by grazing her teeth over the bond bite. He was being cheeky, she responded by kissing and biting his neck. Some bites were gentle, others just on the brink of breaking the skin. She was possessive, inclined to biting and scratching both of her mates to ensure there was a clear sign of mine beyond her scent lingering on them. Sonja would share with them and only them.

"You want to be wet hmn? Now just how will I see to that?" Her tone is playful, the harder bite to his neck is a warning that she's not intending to be nice about it. If he was going to act wanton, then she'd make him positively debauched. He wanted to play, try to get her into a rutt before he gave into his heat; it would be her pleasure to turn the tables on him. Sonja leans back to get a good look at him, a wicked gleam in her eye as she considers how to begin. Eat or be eaten?

The she-alpha climbs to her feet, sauntering away to their bedroom. She comes back out with a length of silk rope, starting with binding his hands behind his back. then to the chair. Not tight enough to hurt or hinder blood flow, enough to be secure and not something he would be able to squirm out of. "Pick a safeword, pet."

It is easy to sink into the heat like a second skin. Something crawls, and it crawls deep into his bones. The fever that thrums in his bones is one of those things that begins to grow in fever the moment he is touched. He lets his head tilt to meet her touch. He knows how his eyes can look when they're dark.

He allows his fingers grip the sides of her hips when she grinds. It's a simple touch but it gives him something to latch onto so he doesn't fall apart right there and then. As it was the leather jeans were sticking to his skin and he was painfully aware of how hard he was and how much he needed her right now. He can't stop the groan when he gets a better look at her. Nipple piercings. He can see the shape of them. He almost had gotten a set of them years ago himself. Sonja having them makes his throat run dry. He's staring and he knows it. He allows one of his hands to move from her hip to touch over the dampened area of her shirt at her nipple and he doesn't miss the small movement when he does that. "If I told you what I wanted, your rutting would have already started." He says with a movement to rub at her shirt despite the dampness. "But I think you had every intention of triggering my heat, alpha." he drags the last word intentionally. Kiran has the rather good habit of being able to resist an alpha for longer than most. He tends to more so fail when Murtagh is in the same room and the pair of them are going at him together. He lets his hips rock for a moment just to get the smallest amount of friction. Kiran's lips curl for a moment. "I think I deserve to be wet." It's a rather filthy comment considering anyone other than Murtagh or Sonja, he'd be embarrassed that, that happens to him but to them he'd expose himself and let them eat him alive. "Use me how you'd like." It's not just an offer it's dangerous because Sonja knows how to edge him for hours. But he loves every press of friction and how the fabric feels to him, and he lets out this breathy little noise just for her to get her attention despite how his face burns.

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❛ you cannot miss what you have never had. ❜ a/b/o kiran hes a mess.

ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? //@llosgcariad

"You would be astonished," She began, taking a large sip of her coffee, "at what the human brain is capable of. Instinct is a powerful thing, and a backstabbing bitch at times."

Kiran and Murtagh haven't known her long, not enough for her to open completely about her past. Long enough to get a touch of her cynicism, when she's tired and nursing a headache. She's still wary of them, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. They've yet to be invited to her home either, yet to cross that remaining barrier of intimacy.

"You can spend years with a goal in mind for your future, working towards it tirelessly. You start to believe in it, only to find out it was never meant to be. That leaves quite a bitter taste on the tongue and a chip on the shoulder." It's the closest she's come yet to speaking about what happened with her and Lucian years ago, to explaining why she ignores instincts at times. Her immaculate control is in truth, self deprivation of a kind.

She sets her mug down, taking a moment to reel herself in. She'll scare him, and it'll set her instincts off and that would worsen her damn headache. Was it possible to get drunk on a omega's scent and become hungover? She'd have to ask Szélanya later.

She rubs at her temples wearily, she's not sure why he chose her. Why either of them had chosen her. Part of her still didn't buy that Murtagh was interested in another alpha, watching him in the mornings and how he engaged with both of them didn't offer her any clues. What she brought to the table, she couldn't determine.

"Are you going to try to convince me that you never considered bringing another woman in before? That you never tried it?" The latter part of her sentence is murmured, barely above a whisper. She wants to hear the answer, and doesn't at the same time.

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𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 //@llosgcariad

Kiran's mouth on her neck was a wonderful distraction, she had half a mind to turn her head and sink her teeth into him. Their cycles had fallen into rhythm, or perhaps just triggered by their bondmates entering theirs. The hotel offered a degree of privacy, one that she opted to ignore in favour of simply settling herself onto Kiran's lap. Her skirt was just long enough to hide from view that she'd tugged her panties aside and sink down onto his cock.

She had no intentions of letting him come just yet, not until Murtagh joined them. Sitting on his cock like this with the risk of being caught in the hotel waiting room, just added an element to it. She wanted Kiran to be raring to go once the other alpha joined them, and was entertaining herself in the meantime. She could almost feel the toy buzzing, and wondered if they should've had Kiran wear a cock ring to ensure he couldn't come until both his alphas let him. She knew the plug was riling him up, his cock twitching in her pussy was a giveaway. The she alpha smirked while moving her hips in a slight circle, discretely riding him in open view. The other hotel guests walked right past them, never seeming to notice she wasn't just sitting on his lap.

"Shh, don't draw attention. Warm me up for our alpha, hmn? The toy will make sure your tight little hole will be ready for us both." Sonja turned her head and nipped at his neck, almost hard enough to break the skin. "You can fill me up, keep your cock warm while we wait. But you're not allowed to come until he says you may."

Murtagh's appearance brought a grin to her face, she pulls the other alpha closer to her in order to greet him with a kiss. She had a rather wicked idea, that she thought he would approve of.

"Has he been good enough, do you think? Should we turn the toy to a higher setting, have him keep quiet and cum inside of me, love? We can move to the hotel room; make him eat me out and lick up every last drop, while I suck your cock, alpha?" Sonja purred, the more cruel part of her wanted to see Kiran whimper and cry while begging them for more. She liked it when they played together, how Murtagh would engage in casual conversation with her while she rode Kiran.

It still amused her to remember his reaction to the first time they'd done that, a large part of the game was her trying to focus and keep her voice even while speaking to him.

"Maybe we shouldn't let him touch, have him warm your cock next. Tie him up so he can't misbehave and move, can only whimper our names while he sits there all pretty. He's so pretty when he's blushing and desperate isn't he?"

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𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 // @llosgcariad

The air was stifling in the summer heat, the air conditioning at work had been the sole reason sanity was kept down in the precinct office. She'd opted to change into a shirt she'd stolen from her mates. She didn't know whether it originally had been Murtagh's or Kiran's, or if they were aware she'd swiped it to keep in her car in case she needed a quick change of clothes before returning home to their apartment.

Sonja was reluctant to step out of the vehicle and face the hot air, making a swift dash to get inside of the building. She nodded to a few of neighbours as she went by to the elevator, busying herself on the short ride to pluck the pins from her hair. The relief was instantaneous with the tension removed from her scalp, a tradeoff she was willing to take over being a little too warm. The she-alpha noticed she wasn't the only one bothered by the heat, Kiran seemed a little out of it. She could smell him, green eyes flashing with interest as she connected the dots.

Heat was bothering him, that was quite clear. She praised him in a low purr without thinking about it, responding to the tantalizing display he was putting on for her. Leather and black denim jeans, she'd have to remember to compliment Murtagh's choice later.

Sonja wondered if he wanted to be eaten or eat her first. She knew she'd have more patience than he would, that didn't mean she wouldn't tease him a little more. She stood between his parted legs, trailing her fingers along his face.

"You're adorable when you blush like that, you look half fucked already." She decides to make him watch her partly undress, only clucking her tongue once at him with disapproval to keep him from touching her. It's warm in their apartment, it doesn't take long for her to have the shirt clinging to her curves dampened from sweat. It doesn't leave much to the imagination, highlighting the fact she'd gotten her nipples pierced recently.

A little secret she'd been keeping from them, a result of a night out with Szé and their friends goading her on.

"You're desperate for it, aren't you?"She teases him lightly, his begging convinced her to seat herself on his lap. His cycle was soon and the smell of her mate was enough to stir her instincts. He might trigger hers, if she didn't keep herself in check. She positions herself just right before she moves her hips to grind herself against his erection, the only barrier left between them was a scrap of lace.

"Tell me what you want, and why you should get it hmn?"

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‵ i fought the war but the war won. ′ john riderverse

ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? //@llosgcariad

The campfire crackled, popping embers filling the silence that grew. It wasn't often that they ever discussed let alone addressed the Fall of the Riders, not where it involved John's past. The war between the Riders and the Forsworn had caused him to lose his dragon, she couldn't imagine the pain that would cause. Nor did she know what his bonded's name had been. Some lines she didn't cross, some scars were better left alone to heal.

"It takes a piece of you with you, when its all over." Sonja agrees softly, glancing to her mentor. Szélanya followed her silent nudging; uncoiling herself from the ball position she'd assumed, moving to beside him and laying her head in his lap. A soft rumbling purr joined the crackling of the campfire, offering comfort John.

"It didn't destroy you, you survived despite it all." She hands over a bowl filled with stew with the last of the fresh bread, he needed it more than she did. "Were it not for you, its likely that I would have decided to hide Szélanya deep in the woods of the Spine. I would have ventured further into the wilds, made it nigh impossible for anyone to find us....."

Sonja knew herself, knew what headspace she'd been in when Szé's egg had hatched. She was still adrift with grief; mourning the loss of a future, a husband, and a child. She knew she would have panicked, particularly after what had happened to Garrow's farm. She would have taken her dragon and fled as deep into the wilds as she could, only occasionally returned to neighbouring towns to collect the supplies she would be unable to find in the woods.

Were it not for her mentors, she would have let her instinct drive her. Flight or fight would have taken over, and she would have chosen to flee, to hide from the world and the looming war. Kept her bonded safe at all costs, even if it meant isolation that would make her wounds ache terribly.

"I am sorry, what that war took from you. We will not let this one take from you either."

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"Tell me all the secrets you've been hiding." Fae Kiran

ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? //@llosgcariad

"Well you didn't say please, so I do not think I will." The witch replied without looking away from the plant she was carefully moving from it's clay pot to the garden bed. Some of the plant's leaves clung to her fingers, reluctant to let her pull her hands from it. It amused her, how much some plants reacted to her. Some acted like spoiled housecats and begged for her attentiion, others snubbed her presence.

"You know how this works. You cannot just take. Give something to get something. Don't demand, you know it won't work." She gently tugged her fingers free of the plant, climbing gracefully back to her feet. Part of her was mildly alarmed he was demanding to know her secrets, the other three parts were unconcerned.

He hadn't known her long, less than a full year. Of course there where things he didn't know about her yet, she was certain there was also secrets he had that she was not privy to. Besides, it amused her to see him get flustered or frustrated that his fae charm didn't work on her how it must usually on other women. More so when she could turn the rules against him.

"What brought this on hmn? Frustrated that I do not keep a diary you can pry into for a little light reading?" She strode closer to him, craning her head to meet his gaze. She skimmed her fingers over his chest, toying with the jewelry he had strewn about his neck. Neither of them held the upper hand over the other, not at moments like this. She watched him closely, her head tilted just so to the side while studying him.

He was handsome, there was no denying. She was willing to bet that beauty would've had most telling him their dirty little secrets. He was going to have to try a little harder than a demand and a pretty smile if he wanted her to talk.

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‵ you don’t need a reason to save people. ′ from geralt

ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? // @llosgcariad

"No, but it helps to be able to put my armour back on and my sword without it wearing me down so heavily." Sonja sighed softly, looking over to her teacher. Geralt knew the depth of her life, her familiarity with weapons was too clear for a dwarf to miss that she knew how to handle any weapon placed into her hands. He knew the details of her life before, before she'd come to Alageasia.

John had recognized how tired she was, how her gaze would tell those of a similar spirit the years older she truly was despite appearances. Geralt was the one who noticed how much she knew about weapons and warcraft; the artisans of his clan had profited from her sharing some of the knowledge--under a strict clause that it be kept carefully restricted from getting into the hands of anyone of any race that behaved like Galbatorix. Geralt knew why she was truly hesitant to join the varden's fight, that she had concerns for just how the King had gotten another rider pressed into his service.

"Sides are being drawn, this war will get much uglier before it ends. I.....I am worried Geralt that the option to chose will be taken away." She admits, picking at her sleeve to ease the knot of anxiety that had solidly settled into her gut. The dwarves would be going to war soon, but the elves remained silent.

The king reminded her too much of her father, she knew that he needed to be removed. But to kill again, to march with a army, paint the killing fields once again.......be forced into being a symbol over a person as had Eragon and Saphira had become. Distantly she knew, the other dragon should know she wasn't alone. Szélanya was aware of her but never showed much interest in meeting the other, she'd detected the heavy sense of curiosity held towards the red dragon male though.

"Something isn't right, there's a piece to this that's missing and it concerns me. Cruel as the king is, his acts unforgiveable...." The huntress fell silent, searching for the words that would translate from her mother tongue to his more accurately. "The driving forces, it's all too quick. Seventy years of nothing....then all of this. Someone, someone for both sides is pushing the chess pieces into place. I don't like it Geralt. The rock has not been pushed uphill enough for it to descend this quickly."

It was put mildly at best. Some things didn't translate fully, gut feelings were difficult to explain. She'd seen enough war to know there was more going on than it seemed. Sonja wanted nothing more than to keep her family safe.

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❛ have i ever told you how glad i am we’re not enemies? ❜john riderverse

ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? //@llosgcariad

Szélanya flew high above in the cloud canopy, watching over both her bonded and their mentor ride on horseback. Humans would think they looked enough alike to mistake them as father and daughter, and on occasion, brother and sister. Something the dragon found entertaining, particularly when a human looked her partner directly in the eyes and decided that Sonja and John must be related. Her partner's pupils were serpentine alike her own, an odd detail most would ignore until they saw Sonja's eyes reflect and shine in the dark. And the simple fact that they shared no facial features, other than having dark hair.

Sometimes the she-dragon wondered how humans could be both so clever and so terribly foolish, they dismissed her rider too quickly too easily as naught to be concerned of. John once had been a rider, but the foolhardy humans seemed incapable of noticing the way either of them carried themselves or how they noted both exits and entrances when walking into a room. Only hardened warriors or skilled hunters did that.

She knew that she was lucky, that her rider was not as....fragile as most would be. Szélanya knew her thoughts and her memories, and knew how much Sonja had once carried alone. Perhaps it was that shoulder burden that made such kinship happy with John.

Her attention drifted to a small group riding towards them, taking a second to lower herself just slightly out of the cloud cover to inspect them. Empire uniforms, weapons at the ready. Enemies. Szé huffed her annoyance, a puff of smoke leaving her nostrils. No matter how much she wanted to scorch any that threatened her small family, she was too young to hold a flame for long. Instead she spread her wings to their widest with a great inhale, then dropped into a dive. The speed she hurtled towards them was dizzying, secondary flight-eyelids protected her from the great buffering winds. A clap of thunderous noise announced her descent mere minutes before she deliberately landed atop the raiding party, using her weight to crush some of them to death before using her teeth and claws to make quick work of the rest.

Seconds before they lived, and now laid dead at her feet. Szé shook her wings as if to dispel them from shock, folding them smugly against her sides. She clacked her jaws, pleased with herself. The soldiers had only a moment to see their death descending upon them before being sent to the veil. Two horses had escaped, her tail twitched but she did not pursue them. Whatever supplies the soldiers had carried that were of use to her humans, they would recover and she would carry for them.

'At least you can take comfort that it would be quick, were you a threat to me or mine." Szélanya quipped back to the older rider, moving to settle atop a nearby sandy ridge. Her tail swept over the sands, removing her tracks in seconds. The horses might be used to her, but after crushing a small platoon before them she wouldn't try their nerves too much. The ridiculous prey animals provided more discrete means of travel for John and Sonja, she wouldn't eat them....yet.

"I hope we never have to face a dragon in battle." Sonja uttered softly, adding her piece while checking their horizons. She sent across their bond the feeling of comfort and appreciation to her dragon, the soldiers might have caught them off guard were it not for her intervention. Szé's white hide would be mistake by any at a distance as a large boulder, Sonja had less to worry for being discovered, than another pair with a blue dragon. Blue was a hue that stuck in memory and was undeniable, but white would be more easily played off by peasantry superstition.

'You should rest. Both of you. You have been riding for hours, the soldiers have waterskins they no longer have need of. Drink, then rest. Do not make me pin you down for Sonja to make you drink some water.' Szêlanya warned John, she'd been watching him and began to fuss over him as the temperature grew. She busied herself with cleaning her claws and polishing her scales with the sand, unconcerned about being snuck up on. It was far harder to ambush a dragon, the elves had stories to prove it.

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[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger. from john

NONVERBAL PROMPTS // @llosgcariad

She'd heard the tell-tale creak of a bow's wood protesting at being drawn. The huntress had started to turn her head to track where the sound was coming from before the angry whistle of a arrow loosed from a war bow sounded the air. She didn't have time to whisper a spell, not enough time to duck. Sonja had resigned herself to catching the arrow in her shoulder and having to remove it, seconds before a heavy force collided with her. The air was knocked out of her lungs, her head smarted from where her skull had met a rock's sharp edge.

John had tackled her, prevented her from taking the arrow. Sonja extracted herself out from underneath her mentor, placing her back to a thick oak tree. Her mentor wasn't hurt, likely just as winded as she felt. The mottled gray-green of his cloak hid him from view, camoflauged against the forest floor the archer couldn't see him. Or so she hoped, it would be complicated to face the archer if they both took a hit.

Sonja peers around the tree she's behind, watching the undergrowth for signs of disturbance to locate the enemy. A flicker of movement catches her eye, her own bow is unslung from her back with a arrow knocked. Unlike the empire's archers bows, hers wouldn't make a sound when she loosed it. Her wards woven into the weapon muffled its sound, and she rarely missed. John's teaching had seen to that, if she could down a hart whilst thousands of feet away on dragonback, then this would be no contest to her.

She waited a breath, once the archer's head broke into view, she loosed her arrow. A short gargled scream told her it had found it's mark. She hurried to where the soldier lay dying, examining the details of the armour and embroidery upon the tunic. She knew this design, and it turned her stomach with dread.

"Raz'zac are nearby. This is one of theirs." She called out, looking back towards her mentor. She was worried, the Raz'zac were formidable. If they were here searching for Garrow's son to lure out his cousin.....the risk of discovery would be too high now.

"To the beors then? Visit our friend there? Or go deeper within the spine?"

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「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

[wcrstarter]

"How close is your cycke?" Abo kiran

ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? //@llosgcariad

"Just because I've been irritable in the morning Kiran," Sonja growled "Does not mean I'm near my cycle.Work has....been trying my patience."

He was right of course, she simply didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right. Sonja could throw him off the scent so to speak, but Murtagh would know immediately. She knew she had nothing to hide, nothing to worry about with her bondmates. It was still odd to her, to have instincts she didn't think she had, changing her set routine.

Sonja wrapped her hands around her coffee mug, blowing gently on it to cool off her coffee. She wanted the caffeine, and the bitter scent of black coffee would allow her a degree of camouflage before she made her escape to work. She knew better than to spend her workday around many people, she was behind on her paperwork--she'd spend as much time as she could make herself focus. She told herself that she'd come back to their shared apartment when she got overstimulated.

"I have a small mountain range of paperwork awaiting me at the office, I'll be back later. When I can no longer see straight and would rather stare at a blank wall than fill out another damned form." She drains her coffee down to the dregs, placing the mug in the sink to contend with later. She could hear Murtagh was awake, and knew she needed to bolt before she was caught.

"Don't cause too much trouble Kiran. Let Murtagh know it's my turn to cook tonight." Sonja kissed him lightly on the cheek, pausing only to grab her coat and keys before she darted out the door.