Post by Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem on Jun 3, 2008 18:03:39 GMT -6
Aslan Burning: It always rained when they fought like the heavens were crying out to watch such a sight, but today there was no heavy storms just a simple drizzle. Maahes had played a fool for so long, being so angry by the news of Sleat and of Percival, but deep down he was no fool. He had known all along what this fight would bring, how the distance would separate them. She was his enemy now, as she went down a path he could not follow. Steps would not get any further then the bottom of the porch's stairs before her shoulder was invaded and pulled backward. He had not even bothered to remove his gauntlets, as the leather rolled over his fingers to protect them from a falling sword. Feet sank in the mud, as he now stood over her heaving heavy breathes. He took the first punch, and would only wait upon her return. This was never about punishment, just a simple understanding. He loved her, and he worried over her, and he was pissed she had kept him in silence--waiting. (d
Silverskinned: Maahes presented the brunt of his wrath, it seared through his body and became centrally located in one, massive fist. And that fist squarely connected with her jaw, sending her flying backward in stumbling, awkward steps. She turned, awarding him her fierce, angry stare while backhanding away the blood that seeped from cracked lips. His hit managed to tear open her wound more, not that it mattered, currently. Agility had always been mastered by her, even when in such a state as this; physically drained, but mentally bashed. She launched forward, taking large, bounding steps -- she swung a fist with everything she had, rounding in on him and crashing whitened knuckles against whatever was closest. Already she was breathing hard, choppy, her heart hammered loudly, heard by him as well, she was sure. Drawing her other fist back, she chopped it low and forward, aiming for stomach. Mistakes were bound to flood in the heated confrontation, for her mind wasn't where it needed to be.
Aslan Burning: Destin had made an assassination attempt on him, and where her hand was aimed would have been a perfect hit had it not been mostly healed. So when her knuckles crashed against him, he'd not even move. If it hurt there was no sign, nor a break in his angry features. Whichever fist came closet his own hand rose to capture it twisting her arm as it went. He truly didn't want to fight her like this, and the blood that now spilled so freely was a quick reminder. Yet, Maahes had no other way of expressing his anger with her, and sitting down having a heart to heart just wasn't their style. He pressed her back as she moved forward in her mistake. "YOU didn't tell me anything!!!!!!" He growled in a voice that was like a boom of thunder, under the soft drizzle of misty rain. Anger rose back up again as he thought of the hundreds of people that died, and that since Bess was gone to help their daughter was killed. Though he had said nothing to any one of course he felt guilty for it. He was human after all, and not all animal. (d
Silverskinned: If there was one thing she had never asked Maahes to do, it was lie for her. Never. And she never would, even if it meant risking their relationship. He did not lie. It wasn't in the giant General, and she'd be damned if, because of her, he'd start now. She loved him too much to ever consider the notion. If there was one person she had remained completely loyal to, besides Apollo, it was Maahes, and while she knew...she knew she went about everything the wrong way, she still managed to keep him out of one, f**ked up event. Eyes that were shadowed, sunken and dark managed contact before he easily twisted her around, but her struggle didn't cease or relent in the least. Once-tanned skin was now lackluster and bruised, merely blanketing her skeleton instead of protecting it; all his fingers would find was the press of bone against flesh. Punishment was familiar, remember, he of all people should know this. And stubbornness was one of her greatest flaws -- she'd rather starve than take from Percival. Her back to his chest, she brought his arm up, burying her face against it for a moment -- the brief show of added weakness was temporary though. Lifting her foot, she slammed the heel of her boot against his foot, at the tip, where it'd hurt. He didn't even get that Percival, Kuriel..even Apollo..had used her! "Let go!"
Aslan Burning: Though this was like a nightmare before him to see her like this, it would have been the best dream he's had in a very long time. It took him moments to realize she was even real, that their whispers were just illusions. Well, that kick was proof enough, and the pain rocketed up his foot causing his toes to curl and his teeth to clench. The Beast would not let her go, not now that he had her. She was safest here, though in danger all at the same time. That little sign of weakness was all he'd need to let the rain wash away his anger. She had been through enough, and besides it wasn't a fair fight. He was healed and in some of the best shape of his life, and here she was falling apart. The rain fell heavily now, and was cold against his bare arms. He still would not let her go. No he didn't know what had happened, nor what she was going through and no matter what it was his reaction would have been the same. "No." A single word was much quieter now, as his voice was raspy and a bit hoarse. "You are going to tell me." He tightened his hold then, showing how serious he was, like a python keeping it's prey Maahes kept her there. If the tables were turned, he would have flipped, but in many ways he knew it was the only way to ever get her to open. (d
Silverskinned: Not one of them had truly trusted in her, and that was exactly why she'd found success, if one could call it that. Breathing shallow but fast, she lifted her face, feeling the slight drops of rain pelt her face, taking with them trails of blood from broken lips. What's this? The Egyptian had gone soft, most likely due to the company he was keeping as of late -- and she hated him for that. For changing when she wasn't around. For changing, period. He was the only constant in her pathetic life, and now that was compromised. "Why, Maahes? Would it change anything? I'm not so sure." Tears spilled, rolling down her cheeks and dropping onto his forearm, mingling with the rain in a perfect, simple disguise, and he'd never be the wiser. "If it means you'll let me the hell go, then fine. Juliet was going to kill Apollo, so I killed her first. Selene drugged Percival, by my request, and I made him believe he killed her. I ..had to, to keep Destin off my trail. I needed Kuriel around to occupy Percival, which enabled me to keep a good distance between both men. ..was the only way I could save Apollo, because he wouldn't have believed me." Her voice cracked, suddenly, and the pain-filled tone of misery was all that sounded, "..and neither would you." Sure, Maahes would have probably investigated what Tommy stated, but ultimately? Juliet had not once seemed menacing or threatening to Apollo. Clearing her throat and forcing a swallow, she lifted her shoulder and pushed at his arm, gently. In all honestly, she knew why the story wasn't entirely believable, but they weren't the only ones allowed to express their anger.
Aslan Burning: He simply let her go, no there would be no reason to hold her now, he had gotten what he wanted. Maahes's loyalty ran deep inside for this woman, and he didn't care who knew it. He liked to think he would have believed her, for he wanted to, but would he have really done it? She would have believed him. "You still should have told me." The rain stopped as quickly as it began, spring storms always moved fast. His chest hurt on the inside, as his heart pounded against his rib cage. However much she hurt, he couldn't hold her, nor be that rock she might have needed then. A hundred people died or more, children as well as grown adults. Innocent blood that never belonged anywhere near the fight, all lost their lives. Though he was ruthless, Maahes was growing, he was feeling love and passion for a country and for those around him. He would stick by them all and fight whatever came there way besides her. He couldn't fight her. "Where is Percival?" He was innocent in this whole thing..and Selene...maybe it would have been better if he hadn't have known. Maahes didn't wait for an answer as he turned a few steps away from her, finding it hard to even look at her. "People died because of you. The Duchess lost her daughter. I had lost Galen." Thankfully, Perry had been there to pull the boy out, but if now Maahes would have never known. "I thought I had lost you." He spoke much quieter, as his body turned again to face this woman of his past. The only one whose ever really truly mattered. Puzzles and webs were woven in his mind as he tried to find the right words, but frustration was still present. "He hurt you, and I was not there." Maahes honestly didn't know where to start first, but for the moment he had to just walk away from her. One of her first lessons to him, would be the very one he'd use on her. (d
Silverskinned: She had become exactly what they wanted; the ultimate form of protection for a king. Bravo. Encore. Death to save a nation was necessary. She didn't like it, nor did she want it, but if they were looking for a scapegoat, she'd play the part, and she would play it well. Selene had no idea of the ramifications of what she'd one; that was Tommy's to own. The decision hadn't been easy for her, but the fall of Avaria, after losing Sarmaetia, was not an option -- and Apollo's death would have meant just that. Stiffening, she lifted her chin defiantly at the judgment he'd passed so easily. "People died because that's how war works, and as far as I'm aware, there is no way to prevent that from happening. It doesn't come all packaged and pretty, and there is no one person that can sway its course. It crashes down, heavy and hard, and our responsibility, no, our obligation is to fight back. ..He hurt me? No, my friend, he's done nothing to me that you or anyone else hasn't. It doesn't matter. I'm sorry for the loss that everyone experienced, as they will experience moving forward, because I'm sure I'll find a way to take accountability for that as well." A mock flourish of her arm before she started moving backward. "And this, Maahes, is why I couldn't tell you. You've placed blame, I've accepted. I think we're done now." She turned and bent to snatch up a dagger that had fallen free in the scuffle, sheathed it, and continued moving.
Aslan Burning: He stilled at her words, and turned to face her. "No, what I will be holding you accountable for is that you protected me, when you should not." He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her pick up her dagger. "I would have gone with you. No matter if I believed you or not, you knew that, and that is my punishment. I would have shared with you this blame, and you did not let that. So do not be angry when I pass it." Taking a few slower steps closer to where she stood he let his arms tighten over his chest. "Where will you go? You are an enemy to the king, and when Skye realizes what you have done, you will be an enemy here." He spoke so freely and with such a tone that had never been there before. He was being molded into what was worth of his title, or what others would expect. What would be next? The cutting of the hair? Maybe he wanted to slip away with her before this reality actually caught him, and removed everything that was Maahes. Moving to catch up with her one hand moved to capture her own, letting the other fall to his side. "You need rest and a healer." He whispered in his raspy baritone as his fingers curled around her palm. (d
Silverskinned: The smile that found her lips was saturated in sadness, completely drenched in misery and sacrifice. "I would never have you knowing what this..feels like, even if it means losing everything." Which is exactly what had happened, of course. "Losing you." She fingered her lip while searching for the right words, words that never seemed to support what she felt. "I'll go to Apollo and tell him what I did, and if he doesn't believe me, then..I'm assuming he'll cast a death sentence." It wouldn't bring back the dead, for which..she's still uncertain as to why she's responsible, but arguing that point was mute for now. Lacing her fingers through his, something familiar and comfortable, she squeezed his hand tightly. "I'm fine. Healers are for the weak or sick...I'm just hungry." Brow quirk. With sudden swiftness, she locked her arms around his neck and held on before shoving against his chest with both palms. "It's probably smart if you're not seen with me anymore." A brief nod, to keep herself from caving, breaking. "I want you to know that you're the most important person in my life, and I'll never love anyone more. Not even close." Turning,she pressed forward, pushing through passers-by that littered the now busy street. Without looking back, she was swallowed up in the crowds, devoured and lost in an instant
Silverskinned: Maahes presented the brunt of his wrath, it seared through his body and became centrally located in one, massive fist. And that fist squarely connected with her jaw, sending her flying backward in stumbling, awkward steps. She turned, awarding him her fierce, angry stare while backhanding away the blood that seeped from cracked lips. His hit managed to tear open her wound more, not that it mattered, currently. Agility had always been mastered by her, even when in such a state as this; physically drained, but mentally bashed. She launched forward, taking large, bounding steps -- she swung a fist with everything she had, rounding in on him and crashing whitened knuckles against whatever was closest. Already she was breathing hard, choppy, her heart hammered loudly, heard by him as well, she was sure. Drawing her other fist back, she chopped it low and forward, aiming for stomach. Mistakes were bound to flood in the heated confrontation, for her mind wasn't where it needed to be.
Aslan Burning: Destin had made an assassination attempt on him, and where her hand was aimed would have been a perfect hit had it not been mostly healed. So when her knuckles crashed against him, he'd not even move. If it hurt there was no sign, nor a break in his angry features. Whichever fist came closet his own hand rose to capture it twisting her arm as it went. He truly didn't want to fight her like this, and the blood that now spilled so freely was a quick reminder. Yet, Maahes had no other way of expressing his anger with her, and sitting down having a heart to heart just wasn't their style. He pressed her back as she moved forward in her mistake. "YOU didn't tell me anything!!!!!!" He growled in a voice that was like a boom of thunder, under the soft drizzle of misty rain. Anger rose back up again as he thought of the hundreds of people that died, and that since Bess was gone to help their daughter was killed. Though he had said nothing to any one of course he felt guilty for it. He was human after all, and not all animal. (d
Silverskinned: If there was one thing she had never asked Maahes to do, it was lie for her. Never. And she never would, even if it meant risking their relationship. He did not lie. It wasn't in the giant General, and she'd be damned if, because of her, he'd start now. She loved him too much to ever consider the notion. If there was one person she had remained completely loyal to, besides Apollo, it was Maahes, and while she knew...she knew she went about everything the wrong way, she still managed to keep him out of one, f**ked up event. Eyes that were shadowed, sunken and dark managed contact before he easily twisted her around, but her struggle didn't cease or relent in the least. Once-tanned skin was now lackluster and bruised, merely blanketing her skeleton instead of protecting it; all his fingers would find was the press of bone against flesh. Punishment was familiar, remember, he of all people should know this. And stubbornness was one of her greatest flaws -- she'd rather starve than take from Percival. Her back to his chest, she brought his arm up, burying her face against it for a moment -- the brief show of added weakness was temporary though. Lifting her foot, she slammed the heel of her boot against his foot, at the tip, where it'd hurt. He didn't even get that Percival, Kuriel..even Apollo..had used her! "Let go!"
Aslan Burning: Though this was like a nightmare before him to see her like this, it would have been the best dream he's had in a very long time. It took him moments to realize she was even real, that their whispers were just illusions. Well, that kick was proof enough, and the pain rocketed up his foot causing his toes to curl and his teeth to clench. The Beast would not let her go, not now that he had her. She was safest here, though in danger all at the same time. That little sign of weakness was all he'd need to let the rain wash away his anger. She had been through enough, and besides it wasn't a fair fight. He was healed and in some of the best shape of his life, and here she was falling apart. The rain fell heavily now, and was cold against his bare arms. He still would not let her go. No he didn't know what had happened, nor what she was going through and no matter what it was his reaction would have been the same. "No." A single word was much quieter now, as his voice was raspy and a bit hoarse. "You are going to tell me." He tightened his hold then, showing how serious he was, like a python keeping it's prey Maahes kept her there. If the tables were turned, he would have flipped, but in many ways he knew it was the only way to ever get her to open. (d
Silverskinned: Not one of them had truly trusted in her, and that was exactly why she'd found success, if one could call it that. Breathing shallow but fast, she lifted her face, feeling the slight drops of rain pelt her face, taking with them trails of blood from broken lips. What's this? The Egyptian had gone soft, most likely due to the company he was keeping as of late -- and she hated him for that. For changing when she wasn't around. For changing, period. He was the only constant in her pathetic life, and now that was compromised. "Why, Maahes? Would it change anything? I'm not so sure." Tears spilled, rolling down her cheeks and dropping onto his forearm, mingling with the rain in a perfect, simple disguise, and he'd never be the wiser. "If it means you'll let me the hell go, then fine. Juliet was going to kill Apollo, so I killed her first. Selene drugged Percival, by my request, and I made him believe he killed her. I ..had to, to keep Destin off my trail. I needed Kuriel around to occupy Percival, which enabled me to keep a good distance between both men. ..was the only way I could save Apollo, because he wouldn't have believed me." Her voice cracked, suddenly, and the pain-filled tone of misery was all that sounded, "..and neither would you." Sure, Maahes would have probably investigated what Tommy stated, but ultimately? Juliet had not once seemed menacing or threatening to Apollo. Clearing her throat and forcing a swallow, she lifted her shoulder and pushed at his arm, gently. In all honestly, she knew why the story wasn't entirely believable, but they weren't the only ones allowed to express their anger.
Aslan Burning: He simply let her go, no there would be no reason to hold her now, he had gotten what he wanted. Maahes's loyalty ran deep inside for this woman, and he didn't care who knew it. He liked to think he would have believed her, for he wanted to, but would he have really done it? She would have believed him. "You still should have told me." The rain stopped as quickly as it began, spring storms always moved fast. His chest hurt on the inside, as his heart pounded against his rib cage. However much she hurt, he couldn't hold her, nor be that rock she might have needed then. A hundred people died or more, children as well as grown adults. Innocent blood that never belonged anywhere near the fight, all lost their lives. Though he was ruthless, Maahes was growing, he was feeling love and passion for a country and for those around him. He would stick by them all and fight whatever came there way besides her. He couldn't fight her. "Where is Percival?" He was innocent in this whole thing..and Selene...maybe it would have been better if he hadn't have known. Maahes didn't wait for an answer as he turned a few steps away from her, finding it hard to even look at her. "People died because of you. The Duchess lost her daughter. I had lost Galen." Thankfully, Perry had been there to pull the boy out, but if now Maahes would have never known. "I thought I had lost you." He spoke much quieter, as his body turned again to face this woman of his past. The only one whose ever really truly mattered. Puzzles and webs were woven in his mind as he tried to find the right words, but frustration was still present. "He hurt you, and I was not there." Maahes honestly didn't know where to start first, but for the moment he had to just walk away from her. One of her first lessons to him, would be the very one he'd use on her. (d
Silverskinned: She had become exactly what they wanted; the ultimate form of protection for a king. Bravo. Encore. Death to save a nation was necessary. She didn't like it, nor did she want it, but if they were looking for a scapegoat, she'd play the part, and she would play it well. Selene had no idea of the ramifications of what she'd one; that was Tommy's to own. The decision hadn't been easy for her, but the fall of Avaria, after losing Sarmaetia, was not an option -- and Apollo's death would have meant just that. Stiffening, she lifted her chin defiantly at the judgment he'd passed so easily. "People died because that's how war works, and as far as I'm aware, there is no way to prevent that from happening. It doesn't come all packaged and pretty, and there is no one person that can sway its course. It crashes down, heavy and hard, and our responsibility, no, our obligation is to fight back. ..He hurt me? No, my friend, he's done nothing to me that you or anyone else hasn't. It doesn't matter. I'm sorry for the loss that everyone experienced, as they will experience moving forward, because I'm sure I'll find a way to take accountability for that as well." A mock flourish of her arm before she started moving backward. "And this, Maahes, is why I couldn't tell you. You've placed blame, I've accepted. I think we're done now." She turned and bent to snatch up a dagger that had fallen free in the scuffle, sheathed it, and continued moving.
Aslan Burning: He stilled at her words, and turned to face her. "No, what I will be holding you accountable for is that you protected me, when you should not." He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her pick up her dagger. "I would have gone with you. No matter if I believed you or not, you knew that, and that is my punishment. I would have shared with you this blame, and you did not let that. So do not be angry when I pass it." Taking a few slower steps closer to where she stood he let his arms tighten over his chest. "Where will you go? You are an enemy to the king, and when Skye realizes what you have done, you will be an enemy here." He spoke so freely and with such a tone that had never been there before. He was being molded into what was worth of his title, or what others would expect. What would be next? The cutting of the hair? Maybe he wanted to slip away with her before this reality actually caught him, and removed everything that was Maahes. Moving to catch up with her one hand moved to capture her own, letting the other fall to his side. "You need rest and a healer." He whispered in his raspy baritone as his fingers curled around her palm. (d
Silverskinned: The smile that found her lips was saturated in sadness, completely drenched in misery and sacrifice. "I would never have you knowing what this..feels like, even if it means losing everything." Which is exactly what had happened, of course. "Losing you." She fingered her lip while searching for the right words, words that never seemed to support what she felt. "I'll go to Apollo and tell him what I did, and if he doesn't believe me, then..I'm assuming he'll cast a death sentence." It wouldn't bring back the dead, for which..she's still uncertain as to why she's responsible, but arguing that point was mute for now. Lacing her fingers through his, something familiar and comfortable, she squeezed his hand tightly. "I'm fine. Healers are for the weak or sick...I'm just hungry." Brow quirk. With sudden swiftness, she locked her arms around his neck and held on before shoving against his chest with both palms. "It's probably smart if you're not seen with me anymore." A brief nod, to keep herself from caving, breaking. "I want you to know that you're the most important person in my life, and I'll never love anyone more. Not even close." Turning,she pressed forward, pushing through passers-by that littered the now busy street. Without looking back, she was swallowed up in the crowds, devoured and lost in an instant
