Post by jelenahdvorak on Sept 11, 2008 23:46:12 GMT -6
Defective Beauty: Summer had came to an end and fall was beginning, the last of the fruits that could be harvested would scarce now and so of course Jelenah wanted to catch that last crop. She left the castle, basket in hand and from there she would head home. Dressed in her usual simpleton garbs of homespun dress and apron, she made her way down that beaten path. Upon reaching the markets as usual, she was greeted by many smiling faces. First stop, the fruit stand, then she'd have to stop by the bakers and get some of those yummy sweet breads that her husband loved so much. Her hair was braided much like it always had and where there was a usual cautious nature about her, Jelenah was becoming more free spirited. No more did she feel the need to fear things as ever since arriving in Skye, everything seem to just fall into place. Blue eyes of sapphire scanned over the vendors stand, eyeing several delicious looking fruits. Problem was, which should she purchase? <d
Captain Mathias: The seemingly endless journey across the dread sea left a grim expression on the already tempered heart. "Stowe eh'Sheets!" The Captain snarled out over the quieted docks casting the echo of his tone across the calm. He dumped his weight from battered light galleon to bring his weathered boots to the hard deck. Faded colors of old blue and red made up the decor of the dark skinned males sea coat, baring the crests of a forgotten kingdom he likely pirated from. He made way down the docks with a clammy hand against his scabbard pommel. The men aboard worked tirelessly to make there Captains favor at preparing for the next voyage while five other men marched in his wake. "..Spread em'outs.. and find me a treasure best serving my cause to home lads." The man closest to his left flank chuckled with a jolly bunce of his pot belly only to collect his laugheter to fall choking to his knees with a slap of the Captains hand against his throat. "Move be you or ill spill your taint here against the oak." The gesture before even the Captains words had the men making way for the market streets leaving the Captain to stroll on alone through the parting crowds. Taking his moments to look between one face to the next. [d]
Defective Beauty: Jelenah would continue on about her business as usual, chatting it up, laughing and smiling with the vendor she had come to know rather well. They seem to be talking what whatever came to mind, passing time and enjoying the conversation as her eyes continued to survey the fruit. With several already plucked from their spot, placed in her basket and paid for, the vendor joked how her new husband was going to worry that his wife was going to buy his stand out for herself. Jelenah laughed of course, knowing Balian knew her well enough that if ever in the markets, there would be two places he could always find her at. After finishing up the last of the conversation, she turned, waving to the man as she was now headed to the baker with a huge smile on her face. She was going to bring all this food home and for who? Two people..unless of course the newly hired maid and hired male hand wished to have some. Jelenah would share hers, but laughed to herself at the thought of her dear husband having to part with his sweet breads. <d
Captain Mathias: The Captain stared to the left with a final boot fall that would bring his thick chest colliding with the front of the Lady Windsor. He grunted and narrowed his brown eyes to the women before shoving her back a space. "Watch.. er yer goin wretch!" He spat to the ground and took the moment to bring his thick fingers down the brims of his faded coat to clean her disgust from his appaearance. "I should have you whipped .." It was then that his eyes met hers causing his right eye to quint just a little more with a very old memory surfacing at sight of her features. Pale dreied lips parted with the dark skinned males next words. "....Its you.." Sure enough he recalled the girl taken for a slave under another Captains service. He himself was just a deckmen back then but who could forget the light smooth skin and golden blondes sweet gaze. He shift his weight to his left leg and amongst his thoughts a very uneasy grin would creep across his unshaven cheeks while he lift his left hand to wave just a finger at his shoulders height to signal to the men at his call.[d]
Defective Beauty: When Jelenah and the man collided, she stepped back a couple times to catch her balance and steady herself. Her sapphire blue hues lifted from the basket she carried, looking to the man seeing that all her goods were not scattered. At the sound of the mans voice, she flinched, staring and then blinking as she was face to face with a man from her past. The way he looked, the way he smelled, the way he talked and how he eyed her when he spoke again. She dropped her basket, taking a few steps back from him as her eyes never left him. Her face white as all the color rushed from her cheeks. Slowly she began to shake her head, remembering him as not a main man in the group, but a man that supported what others had wanted to do to her and the others. Finally, her eyes shifted, looking about as his finger called for his friends no doubt. <d
Captain Mathias: The dark slavers were skilled enough even though most would pay extra notice to men of their calibur they had a talent for blending in amongst the crowd. Shuttering chuckles and snickers were carried around the people passing by the busy streets while they moved in to surround the Lady Windsor. The Captain licked his lips and laid his free hand against his brass belt buckle. "Ah, so she remembers Mathias just the same.." He laughed. The fruit vendor rounded the stock and came bareling into the open street to grab at the Captains arm. "Leave er be or it'll be yer last my lord." He spouted only to quickly find the Captains blade jerked from his belt and driven up under his arm to pierce his torso. The warmed steel was ripped free of his meat leaving the poor vendor to crash to the ground in a heap gasping for air while the blade was lift to point at the Lady Windsor while the fruit vendors life fluids rolled off the tip to stain the cobblestone. "Should there be any more dead by yer doin girl? Or shall we be gettin to it?" He nodded over her shoulder to the men that came up to her back just as she backed up one man took her right arm and her other her left as they started to twist at her arms to pin them behind her back. The Captain huffed a disapointed breath and made his way back for the docks to reclaim the ship. "On with it!" [d]
Defective Beauty: Jelenah was about to turn tail and run, but the vendor stepped up where all others seem to ignore in fear of the men turning their attentions to them. The lil Slavic woman was speechless, unable to find her voice but screamed when the captain knifed the vendor, watching him then hit the ground. Jelenah was torn between seeing to the man or running for her life. Just as she backed up and was about to turn and run, men came from behind. Both gripping her arms and twisting them behind her. "No.. no.. NO... please... do not do this to me again....Pplleaseee" She begged and pleaded as tears began to race down her cheeks. The lil blond maiden trying her best to break free from their grasps but failed to tear herself from their harsh grips. "Balian! BALIAN...SOMEONE... help me!!!" Already with the struggles, her dress showing signs of distress and her hair disheveled.<d
Captain Mathias: The Captain seemed to just roll his eyes at her pleades having heard the victims chants for mercy more then a time or two. He was a butcher of men and a slaver of lives and cared none for the well being of anything other then his own coin purse and pleasures. He ginned in knowing that the golden blonde would do well to both his purse and his pleasing. The walk back toward the docks brought a hard weathered boot heel to wrap against the wood and the men dragging her along the cobblestone. The other three men pushed and shoved the crowd aside making there threats to claim the lives of any others that would intrude. "Set to push off lads!" Shouted the Captain once more while he made his way up the gang plank leaving the Lady Windsor to be dragged twenty yards behind him by the other two. Though his attention was quickly taken back to the far end of the markets where the crowd shift apart like the clouds giving way to the sun. The thunder of hooves rumbled against the cobblestone carrying the Pale cloaked rider. His eyes narrowed hearing his name called over the whimpers and whispers of an unacting gathering of fearful spectators. Though little action of measure would keep Balian's hand from whipping down to grab the first of the men by the back of his shirt and yanking him from the ground in mid horse stride to throw him head first into a stone building. The Captain growled and threw his hand back to point. "Kill the fawkin hero! and get my prize aboard!" [d]
Defective Beauty: Jelenah would continue to struggle, plea, cry and call for help but as they grew closer to those docks and the Captain made his way up the gang plank. The two that continued to drag her continued to have some trouble as she tried harder to brace her feet against the cobblestone ground. Those blue eyes continued to sting with tears, her mind set on one thing and that was trying to get free. She knew nothing of what was coming or what was about to happen as the spectators moved and shifted, watching as a single man charged his way past them and to the men that held the Lady Windsor with vice grip liked hands. Already she was feeling the rope burns about her wrists though it was imagined... he mind taking her back to the time before. The feel of cold steel shackles rubbing raw the flesh about her ankles. At the shout of the Captain, she looked up, ready to plea once more until she noticed the look on his face. Those red rimmed eyes turned in the direction those of the Captain was looking and there Jelenah would see her husband. "BALIAN!" She cried out.<d
Captain Mathias: Balian rolled backward off the mount of the piebald stallion Ariest unsheathing the nameless sword with his boots meeting the stone and a spin on his heels to bring the charcoal shaded blade back over his shoulder in time to clash with anothers sword, he ground down on his teeth and brought the sword forward again to catch a second mans sword stroke only to snap kick him back and spin to his right to block another assault and another. The long white cloak snapped back in the open breeze causing the crest of the dueling lions to dance and catch the Captains eye. He snarled out the name while he stalked down the port side of the ship. "....Balian.. . ..KILL HIM!.. .. KILL HIM!.. .. PUSH OFF GODS DAMN YOU!" He recognized the Knight sure enough and by his reaction there was no mistaking the assumptions that the men had crossed paths before. "HOLD ON JELENAH!" He snapped his head forward to head butt the next while his sword slammed back into anothers blade, though each assault took him a half step back from her and closer to the distillary rather then the dockside. The men aboard ran about quickly preparing for the ships launch while the men continued to drag Jelenah until she locked her feet against the ground. One of the men brought a knee up to collide with her lower back. "Move it slave!" [d]
Defective Beauty: She kicked, she pulled, she tugged and made it as difficult as she could for them to drag her still. Her head twisting and turning to let her eyes peer back which ever way to keep her husband in her sights. Jelenah watched in
between struggles as Balian fought his way through man after man trying to reach her. "Balian!!!" She called out again as the Lady Windsor continued to fight back with what little ways she knew how. That was until she felt the blow to her back as a man kneed her, having both her legs buckle and her body drop while they continued to carry her off. Her feet were now dragging behind her as she tried to push up and catch up with the men. They were wasting no time in trying to hurry her off.<d
Captain Mathias: One hard kick against Balian's chest had him plowing backward through the distillary door to smack the ground with a grunt. The sword spun back to his guard to shield his face from another blow. "JELENAH!" One of the men quickly jerked the door closed to the distallary while another came running back to his side throwing a set of torches in to smash through the broken glass. Balian rolled to his left just as the man still inside with him made another swing and slammed his blade into the floor. His boot came down to sweept the mans heels out from under him while he flipped back to his feet and spun the nameless sword forward in his palm with a hard thrust to drive the sword down into the mans skull. The torches met the alcohol stained floors and instantly engulfed the grounds in fire. Balian gasped a hard breath and turned to run for the back door while the pressure of the flamables errupted in an explosion. Blowing out the windows and doors of the building throwing a fire cloud of smoke and debris into the sky line. The Captain broke into a hard laughter pointing and waving for his men to look. The other two men carrying Jelenah dropped her to the ground just as they reached the gang plank. One of the men slapped his hand down against the back of her hair and started to tug her up the plank, being too narrow for the three of them to walk side by side. "We got em Captain.. ..Him be dead." [d]
Defective Beauty: At the sound of her name, she scrambled to her feet just in time to turn her eyes and see Balian closed behind a door as he continued to fight. "BALIANNNNN" She turned, twisted and pulled to keep her eyes where he had been and seeing the explosion. The door and the windows blew open, pieces of the distillery littered the air and the ground. Jelenah was dropped and immediately she turned, trying to crawl toward where her husband was last seen and cried out in sobs. "NOOOOOoooo...noooo" A hand coming up to reach out toward the burning building until she felt the slap to her hair and then was tugged up the plank. The Lady Windsor needless to say no longer struggled free. Seeing her beloeved die was enough for her to give in and die to. Only hers would of course be much slower and happen over time, this she knew. With Balian gone and no one else coming to her rescue, she wondered how long it would take for others to realize she and Balian were missing.<d
Captain Mathias: Balian threw his arm up to shield his face and door for the back window just as the explosion rocked the streets throwing him clear into the alley. His breath stolen from his lungs even while his body fought to bring him up to his knees. Flames caught the hem of his cloak to climb along his back. His fingers closed back around the hilt of the sword dragging it back along the stone when he climbed back to his feet letting the cloak fall from his back to burn against the soiled grounds and he started to run back down the alley heading for the docks. The Ship now carrying the Lady Windsor began to glide forward with the first mate taking the helm and the Captain laughing all the while he trudged his way back to meet his prize just as she was tossed to his feet. His dark cold hand came down to grip her by the chin and squeeze lifting her head to look him in the eye, tearful as she was it seemed to make him grin all the more seeing her misery. "Ye.. belong ta Captain Mathias .. Now.. girl.. And just so we are in agreement on this fact.. I am goin to beat ye with my hands until ye love me knuckles.. .. ..And when that is.. Im goin to whip ye until ye miss the whip when it sleeps.. .. and when that is.. .. Im goin to bed ye until I know longer find you pleasing.. .. .. And then.. .. then if ye are lucky enough.. Ill get a coin fer ye everytime we makin port." He snapped his fingers and released her chin. "Take the witch to my quarters.. .. and DO NOT disturb me.. or tis your lives lads." He made way for the chambers himself leaving her to be dragged again by the men. [d]
Defective Beauty: Jelenah would of course have no knowledge of her husbands survival and as the ship began to glide forward, all hope was surely lost now. It seemed her fate was sealed, again would she have to be a lap dog until no longer pleasing to the eye or the body. His laughing was her first welcome to her new owner, his cold hand coming to take her by the chin and force her to look to him. When he spoke, she said and did nothing in protest, there would be no need to break this one. She had already been done so years ago and now again at the death of Balian. The Captains words were nothing she had not heard before, still no expression, no protest, no words, just dead silence was had. As she was then released by her chin and dragged to his chambers tears began to streak down her face. The Slavic blond trying to keep up with the men on her hands and knees to keep from pain shooting through her skull as they pulled her by her hair again.<d
Captain Mathias: He ran and ran, shoulder checking his way through an actionless crowd and he charged down the docks tossing the sword to the ground before he launched himself into the clear blue with a splash. His arms out in front of him as the force of his dive carried him along the hull just as the ship cleared the docks. His right hand slapped his thigh beneath the surface of the water to free a knife only to thrust it into the wood and use it to start his long climb up the side of the galleon. The Captain stiff armed the chamber doors open and stepped in, hauling the thick weathered coat from his back leaving him in a yellow sweat stained shirt that once bore the oyster colors of silk many years before and dirty faded trousers. He smiled eyeing the blonde while she was dragged in showing off his toothless mouthful. "Ye remember me well.. .. As I remember ye.. dont ye?" He crept towards her, taking his time in his pleasures of staring and studying each curve and line with his own imaginations roaming over what she had hidden beneath the folds of the homespun dress. "I say.. I have remembered the sounds of ye whimpers throughout these long years.. .. what the fates have in store for my favors to bring ye back before my taking again, eh?" Balians hand slapped the railing of the ship, muscles tightened to haul the soaked knight to make his arrival on the ships deck spinning the knife in his palm just as two men that had taken his wife turned to face him. [d]
Captain Mathias: The seemingly endless journey across the dread sea left a grim expression on the already tempered heart. "Stowe eh'Sheets!" The Captain snarled out over the quieted docks casting the echo of his tone across the calm. He dumped his weight from battered light galleon to bring his weathered boots to the hard deck. Faded colors of old blue and red made up the decor of the dark skinned males sea coat, baring the crests of a forgotten kingdom he likely pirated from. He made way down the docks with a clammy hand against his scabbard pommel. The men aboard worked tirelessly to make there Captains favor at preparing for the next voyage while five other men marched in his wake. "..Spread em'outs.. and find me a treasure best serving my cause to home lads." The man closest to his left flank chuckled with a jolly bunce of his pot belly only to collect his laugheter to fall choking to his knees with a slap of the Captains hand against his throat. "Move be you or ill spill your taint here against the oak." The gesture before even the Captains words had the men making way for the market streets leaving the Captain to stroll on alone through the parting crowds. Taking his moments to look between one face to the next. [d]
Defective Beauty: Jelenah would continue on about her business as usual, chatting it up, laughing and smiling with the vendor she had come to know rather well. They seem to be talking what whatever came to mind, passing time and enjoying the conversation as her eyes continued to survey the fruit. With several already plucked from their spot, placed in her basket and paid for, the vendor joked how her new husband was going to worry that his wife was going to buy his stand out for herself. Jelenah laughed of course, knowing Balian knew her well enough that if ever in the markets, there would be two places he could always find her at. After finishing up the last of the conversation, she turned, waving to the man as she was now headed to the baker with a huge smile on her face. She was going to bring all this food home and for who? Two people..unless of course the newly hired maid and hired male hand wished to have some. Jelenah would share hers, but laughed to herself at the thought of her dear husband having to part with his sweet breads. <d
Captain Mathias: The Captain stared to the left with a final boot fall that would bring his thick chest colliding with the front of the Lady Windsor. He grunted and narrowed his brown eyes to the women before shoving her back a space. "Watch.. er yer goin wretch!" He spat to the ground and took the moment to bring his thick fingers down the brims of his faded coat to clean her disgust from his appaearance. "I should have you whipped .." It was then that his eyes met hers causing his right eye to quint just a little more with a very old memory surfacing at sight of her features. Pale dreied lips parted with the dark skinned males next words. "....Its you.." Sure enough he recalled the girl taken for a slave under another Captains service. He himself was just a deckmen back then but who could forget the light smooth skin and golden blondes sweet gaze. He shift his weight to his left leg and amongst his thoughts a very uneasy grin would creep across his unshaven cheeks while he lift his left hand to wave just a finger at his shoulders height to signal to the men at his call.[d]
Defective Beauty: When Jelenah and the man collided, she stepped back a couple times to catch her balance and steady herself. Her sapphire blue hues lifted from the basket she carried, looking to the man seeing that all her goods were not scattered. At the sound of the mans voice, she flinched, staring and then blinking as she was face to face with a man from her past. The way he looked, the way he smelled, the way he talked and how he eyed her when he spoke again. She dropped her basket, taking a few steps back from him as her eyes never left him. Her face white as all the color rushed from her cheeks. Slowly she began to shake her head, remembering him as not a main man in the group, but a man that supported what others had wanted to do to her and the others. Finally, her eyes shifted, looking about as his finger called for his friends no doubt. <d
Captain Mathias: The dark slavers were skilled enough even though most would pay extra notice to men of their calibur they had a talent for blending in amongst the crowd. Shuttering chuckles and snickers were carried around the people passing by the busy streets while they moved in to surround the Lady Windsor. The Captain licked his lips and laid his free hand against his brass belt buckle. "Ah, so she remembers Mathias just the same.." He laughed. The fruit vendor rounded the stock and came bareling into the open street to grab at the Captains arm. "Leave er be or it'll be yer last my lord." He spouted only to quickly find the Captains blade jerked from his belt and driven up under his arm to pierce his torso. The warmed steel was ripped free of his meat leaving the poor vendor to crash to the ground in a heap gasping for air while the blade was lift to point at the Lady Windsor while the fruit vendors life fluids rolled off the tip to stain the cobblestone. "Should there be any more dead by yer doin girl? Or shall we be gettin to it?" He nodded over her shoulder to the men that came up to her back just as she backed up one man took her right arm and her other her left as they started to twist at her arms to pin them behind her back. The Captain huffed a disapointed breath and made his way back for the docks to reclaim the ship. "On with it!" [d]
Defective Beauty: Jelenah was about to turn tail and run, but the vendor stepped up where all others seem to ignore in fear of the men turning their attentions to them. The lil Slavic woman was speechless, unable to find her voice but screamed when the captain knifed the vendor, watching him then hit the ground. Jelenah was torn between seeing to the man or running for her life. Just as she backed up and was about to turn and run, men came from behind. Both gripping her arms and twisting them behind her. "No.. no.. NO... please... do not do this to me again....Pplleaseee" She begged and pleaded as tears began to race down her cheeks. The lil blond maiden trying her best to break free from their grasps but failed to tear herself from their harsh grips. "Balian! BALIAN...SOMEONE... help me!!!" Already with the struggles, her dress showing signs of distress and her hair disheveled.<d
Captain Mathias: The Captain seemed to just roll his eyes at her pleades having heard the victims chants for mercy more then a time or two. He was a butcher of men and a slaver of lives and cared none for the well being of anything other then his own coin purse and pleasures. He ginned in knowing that the golden blonde would do well to both his purse and his pleasing. The walk back toward the docks brought a hard weathered boot heel to wrap against the wood and the men dragging her along the cobblestone. The other three men pushed and shoved the crowd aside making there threats to claim the lives of any others that would intrude. "Set to push off lads!" Shouted the Captain once more while he made his way up the gang plank leaving the Lady Windsor to be dragged twenty yards behind him by the other two. Though his attention was quickly taken back to the far end of the markets where the crowd shift apart like the clouds giving way to the sun. The thunder of hooves rumbled against the cobblestone carrying the Pale cloaked rider. His eyes narrowed hearing his name called over the whimpers and whispers of an unacting gathering of fearful spectators. Though little action of measure would keep Balian's hand from whipping down to grab the first of the men by the back of his shirt and yanking him from the ground in mid horse stride to throw him head first into a stone building. The Captain growled and threw his hand back to point. "Kill the fawkin hero! and get my prize aboard!" [d]
Defective Beauty: Jelenah would continue to struggle, plea, cry and call for help but as they grew closer to those docks and the Captain made his way up the gang plank. The two that continued to drag her continued to have some trouble as she tried harder to brace her feet against the cobblestone ground. Those blue eyes continued to sting with tears, her mind set on one thing and that was trying to get free. She knew nothing of what was coming or what was about to happen as the spectators moved and shifted, watching as a single man charged his way past them and to the men that held the Lady Windsor with vice grip liked hands. Already she was feeling the rope burns about her wrists though it was imagined... he mind taking her back to the time before. The feel of cold steel shackles rubbing raw the flesh about her ankles. At the shout of the Captain, she looked up, ready to plea once more until she noticed the look on his face. Those red rimmed eyes turned in the direction those of the Captain was looking and there Jelenah would see her husband. "BALIAN!" She cried out.<d
Captain Mathias: Balian rolled backward off the mount of the piebald stallion Ariest unsheathing the nameless sword with his boots meeting the stone and a spin on his heels to bring the charcoal shaded blade back over his shoulder in time to clash with anothers sword, he ground down on his teeth and brought the sword forward again to catch a second mans sword stroke only to snap kick him back and spin to his right to block another assault and another. The long white cloak snapped back in the open breeze causing the crest of the dueling lions to dance and catch the Captains eye. He snarled out the name while he stalked down the port side of the ship. "....Balian.. . ..KILL HIM!.. .. KILL HIM!.. .. PUSH OFF GODS DAMN YOU!" He recognized the Knight sure enough and by his reaction there was no mistaking the assumptions that the men had crossed paths before. "HOLD ON JELENAH!" He snapped his head forward to head butt the next while his sword slammed back into anothers blade, though each assault took him a half step back from her and closer to the distillary rather then the dockside. The men aboard ran about quickly preparing for the ships launch while the men continued to drag Jelenah until she locked her feet against the ground. One of the men brought a knee up to collide with her lower back. "Move it slave!" [d]
Defective Beauty: She kicked, she pulled, she tugged and made it as difficult as she could for them to drag her still. Her head twisting and turning to let her eyes peer back which ever way to keep her husband in her sights. Jelenah watched in
between struggles as Balian fought his way through man after man trying to reach her. "Balian!!!" She called out again as the Lady Windsor continued to fight back with what little ways she knew how. That was until she felt the blow to her back as a man kneed her, having both her legs buckle and her body drop while they continued to carry her off. Her feet were now dragging behind her as she tried to push up and catch up with the men. They were wasting no time in trying to hurry her off.<d
Captain Mathias: One hard kick against Balian's chest had him plowing backward through the distillary door to smack the ground with a grunt. The sword spun back to his guard to shield his face from another blow. "JELENAH!" One of the men quickly jerked the door closed to the distallary while another came running back to his side throwing a set of torches in to smash through the broken glass. Balian rolled to his left just as the man still inside with him made another swing and slammed his blade into the floor. His boot came down to sweept the mans heels out from under him while he flipped back to his feet and spun the nameless sword forward in his palm with a hard thrust to drive the sword down into the mans skull. The torches met the alcohol stained floors and instantly engulfed the grounds in fire. Balian gasped a hard breath and turned to run for the back door while the pressure of the flamables errupted in an explosion. Blowing out the windows and doors of the building throwing a fire cloud of smoke and debris into the sky line. The Captain broke into a hard laughter pointing and waving for his men to look. The other two men carrying Jelenah dropped her to the ground just as they reached the gang plank. One of the men slapped his hand down against the back of her hair and started to tug her up the plank, being too narrow for the three of them to walk side by side. "We got em Captain.. ..Him be dead." [d]
Defective Beauty: At the sound of her name, she scrambled to her feet just in time to turn her eyes and see Balian closed behind a door as he continued to fight. "BALIANNNNN" She turned, twisted and pulled to keep her eyes where he had been and seeing the explosion. The door and the windows blew open, pieces of the distillery littered the air and the ground. Jelenah was dropped and immediately she turned, trying to crawl toward where her husband was last seen and cried out in sobs. "NOOOOOoooo...noooo" A hand coming up to reach out toward the burning building until she felt the slap to her hair and then was tugged up the plank. The Lady Windsor needless to say no longer struggled free. Seeing her beloeved die was enough for her to give in and die to. Only hers would of course be much slower and happen over time, this she knew. With Balian gone and no one else coming to her rescue, she wondered how long it would take for others to realize she and Balian were missing.<d
Captain Mathias: Balian threw his arm up to shield his face and door for the back window just as the explosion rocked the streets throwing him clear into the alley. His breath stolen from his lungs even while his body fought to bring him up to his knees. Flames caught the hem of his cloak to climb along his back. His fingers closed back around the hilt of the sword dragging it back along the stone when he climbed back to his feet letting the cloak fall from his back to burn against the soiled grounds and he started to run back down the alley heading for the docks. The Ship now carrying the Lady Windsor began to glide forward with the first mate taking the helm and the Captain laughing all the while he trudged his way back to meet his prize just as she was tossed to his feet. His dark cold hand came down to grip her by the chin and squeeze lifting her head to look him in the eye, tearful as she was it seemed to make him grin all the more seeing her misery. "Ye.. belong ta Captain Mathias .. Now.. girl.. And just so we are in agreement on this fact.. I am goin to beat ye with my hands until ye love me knuckles.. .. ..And when that is.. Im goin to whip ye until ye miss the whip when it sleeps.. .. and when that is.. .. Im goin to bed ye until I know longer find you pleasing.. .. .. And then.. .. then if ye are lucky enough.. Ill get a coin fer ye everytime we makin port." He snapped his fingers and released her chin. "Take the witch to my quarters.. .. and DO NOT disturb me.. or tis your lives lads." He made way for the chambers himself leaving her to be dragged again by the men. [d]
Defective Beauty: Jelenah would of course have no knowledge of her husbands survival and as the ship began to glide forward, all hope was surely lost now. It seemed her fate was sealed, again would she have to be a lap dog until no longer pleasing to the eye or the body. His laughing was her first welcome to her new owner, his cold hand coming to take her by the chin and force her to look to him. When he spoke, she said and did nothing in protest, there would be no need to break this one. She had already been done so years ago and now again at the death of Balian. The Captains words were nothing she had not heard before, still no expression, no protest, no words, just dead silence was had. As she was then released by her chin and dragged to his chambers tears began to streak down her face. The Slavic blond trying to keep up with the men on her hands and knees to keep from pain shooting through her skull as they pulled her by her hair again.<d
Captain Mathias: He ran and ran, shoulder checking his way through an actionless crowd and he charged down the docks tossing the sword to the ground before he launched himself into the clear blue with a splash. His arms out in front of him as the force of his dive carried him along the hull just as the ship cleared the docks. His right hand slapped his thigh beneath the surface of the water to free a knife only to thrust it into the wood and use it to start his long climb up the side of the galleon. The Captain stiff armed the chamber doors open and stepped in, hauling the thick weathered coat from his back leaving him in a yellow sweat stained shirt that once bore the oyster colors of silk many years before and dirty faded trousers. He smiled eyeing the blonde while she was dragged in showing off his toothless mouthful. "Ye remember me well.. .. As I remember ye.. dont ye?" He crept towards her, taking his time in his pleasures of staring and studying each curve and line with his own imaginations roaming over what she had hidden beneath the folds of the homespun dress. "I say.. I have remembered the sounds of ye whimpers throughout these long years.. .. what the fates have in store for my favors to bring ye back before my taking again, eh?" Balians hand slapped the railing of the ship, muscles tightened to haul the soaked knight to make his arrival on the ships deck spinning the knife in his palm just as two men that had taken his wife turned to face him. [d]