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Post by Raven on May 10, 2020 21:58:13 GMT -5
Tyra’s eyes opened wide as she watched the power emit – developing into a beautiful woman. A goddess – the pot in hand… “Eir” she muttered as she stepped forward as commanded. She gently placed Rylee at the base of the tree. She knelt before Rylee, water lapping over her thighs as she bowed her head before the goddess. With eyes full of awe she peered to the woman, watching the liquid pour over Rylee. She listened to the words as she address Rylee… her hues looked up to the woman as she sang. She felt the immense power coming from her, it was an amazing sight to be infront of a God. There was a period of her life where she wasn’t sure, did they truly exist? She knew now more than ever, she would emerge this lake devout. As Eir suddenly disappeared in the flash – Tyra turned her head, blinded by the light for a moment… Slowly the world changed back. It was as if they stepped into a different realm, full of color and life – and now slowly transitioning back to Midgard.
Tyra placed her hands on Rylee’s stomach and bowed her head. She had never seen the gods, and truly no one else had either. Yet Rylee’s presence had summoned one… part of her was jealous and the other half was thankful. There was a long moment where Rylee felt lost – and then suddenly… the gasping breath caused Trya to open her eyes and peer to the woman. “Thank the Gods” she whispered and smiled, she reached forward and placed a hand upon her back as she sat upward. They both stood and approached the tree. Tyra placed a hand upon the bark as well and shut her eyes, breathing slowly – as if she could feel the goddess amongst them once more.
“You may not have originally been one of us, but you are now. Our Gods have answered you, this… this is rare even amongst us. You are what they call a lost soul – someone who belong here, but was born elsewhere. You are Viking, as of this day forward…” she bowed her head then before her. “I have prayed everyday. Given my own blood, sacrificed the most magnificent creatures. Yet, I call upon the Gods in your favor – and they answer? I am not worthy to be in your presence now…” she placed a hand across her chest, her fingers resting over her heart.
“If you wish to be a Viking, I will teach you our ways and customs…” she stepped forward and then placed a hand upon her cheek. Her crystal blue eyes traced the red blood that remained on Rylee. She smirked and then placed a single kiss upon her forehead. “I see you have even received your own marking too” she smirked and then stepped back. “Come on.” She lead her back through the lake and slowly towards the village. Gavion stood by the docks and turned as they approached, he tilted his head and stepped forward.
“Rylee, you are healed” he spoke with surprise, he reached forward and timidly touched the bare flesh – as perfect as can be. “What… did you do, Tyra?”
“I took her to Visiggyril… I spoke a prayer and dipped her into the waters… To my surprise Eir responded. She appeared before my very eyes and poured her silver essence over her. Did you hear her tune?” she questioned.
“Was that what I heard? I heard a sweet song, a gentle voice that soothed me. I thought… it was a God singing in Bjorn’s name. I came to the sea to see if perhaps I would catch a glimpse of my brother…” he smirked then. “But it was Eir… by the gods..” he bowed his head then.
“Eir spoke that she was one of us, despite being from elsewhere” Tyra looked to Rylee briefly. “I want to make her a Viking in my name” she spoke.
Gavion lifted his gaze then and his lips pressed together. “You do know what that means, don’t you?” he questioned quietly.
“Yes… The Gods have willed it, and I will see it through. She will be Viking by Blood, and by Name…” she turned to Rylee then and grasped her hand. “To become a Viking, if this is your desire… then you must be wed to me and drink from the blood of Ragnarsin, my blood.” She paused then and blushed slightly. “In other words – you would be my wife”
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Post by Blindside Tex on May 10, 2020 22:42:58 GMT -5
Rylee looked to Tyra with a sweet smile upon her lips. “Hm, I have felt lost my entire life.” She spoke, it was a truth. She’d given up everything in order to save her brother. Her expression softened as she thought of this. She held the Phoenix Stone in her hand still. She looked to it to see that the gentle glow had disappeared for now. Rylee looked to Tyra and drew her brows together slightly, “You do not deserve to be in my presence?” She asked and let out a chuckle as she shook her head. “How could you not? You were the one that brought me here. You brought the goddess forward, you called upon her and brought her to save my life.”
She froze slightly when Tyra stepped forward and placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead. Her crimson eyes looked over Tyra a long moment. Her hand was warm against Rylee’s cheek, soothing even. She lifted her hand to feel the dried blood that ran down her face, her own marking. She followed Tyra quickly her eyes glanced back to the tree. “Visiggril...” She spoke, her accent was not quite right to speak the word, though a smile curved up her lips as she moved to catch up with Tyra. She looked around to the trees and to the plants as they made their way back toward the city. When they came to Gavion’s side she paused as he touched her flawless skin. A smile curved up her lips as she looked to Tyra to explain the tale of the goddess.
It surprised her that they could hear the sweet tunes of Eir’s melody within the village, but...in the same token it didn’t surprise her. It seemed that the gods were capable of doing many incredible things. Things that she would have never believed. To heal such a wound. Even the most prized healers of her time would have had trouble with her wound, it would have required extensive surgery and blood transfusions. The repair to the artery that was severed would have been delicate...and she would have been lucky to survive. She wasn’t rich enough to afford the proper medicine for the repair. Rylee was taken from her thoughts as she gazed to Tyra. Her words. She wanted to make Rylee a viking in her name. She looked to her hand that was grasped by Tyra and then she lifted her crimson eyes to gaze over the woman that stood before her. She offered her very soul, Rylee could see it in Tyra’s eyes. Her own cheeks flushed pink as the words came over Tyra’s lips. “How could I say no?” Rylee spoke with a smile upon her lips. “You saved my life, Tyra.” She gave a gentle squeeze to the woman’s hand. Wife. She had butterflies in her stomach as she looked over the beauty of the woman before her. A woman that she had only just met and yet she felt a strong connection to her, as if she’d known her for a very long time. Perhaps that was part of being a lost soul as Tyra had stated Rylee was.
“I would be honored to become your wife, Tyra.” She searched her eyes and gave a soft chuckle. The words made it more real. She stepped forward then and placed her hand upon Tyra’s cheek as she gazed into her crystal hues. Rylee leaned forward then and placed a quick kiss upon her cheek, a smile curved up her own as she stepped back. “To seal the deal, hm?” She blushed as her eyes glanced to Gavion after a moment. In truth...she’d never had anyone. Aside from her family. She was so young when she entered the military...she was focused on her career. Then when everything happened with her brother...she gave up her life in order to free him...
The sound of a horn bellowed over the village then. People began to scramble about. “What is that?” Tyra asked quickly.
“They march from the north!” A viking called as he rushed passed with his shield in hand. “For Ragnarsin!” He yelled.
A small group of vikings marched toward the village, approaching from the mountain pass. On most nights it would have been guarded, but tonight because of the ceremony to welcome in the new Lord it was left with only a few vikings to watch over it. Rylee drew in a breath, “We can stop them.” She nodded, her voice confident. “Come on.” She grasped Tyra’s hand as they rushed forward. Rylee armed herself with a bow and a dagger, her choice weapons. They rushed off toward the edge of the city where the groups had lined up.
“Rykeen’s death will not go unavenged!” A man yelled from atop his horse. “Dumar sends us as a warning to Ragnarsin! He wants his revenge and he will collect it in the blood of Bjorn’s kin and of the city! We will make all of Ragnarsin pay!” He lifted his axe into the air and began his rush forward.
Rylee glanced to Tyra and gave a brief nod before she rushed forward. She was at home in battle. She was at home when her life was on the line. She loaded an arrow and released it with well aimed precision. It struck the man from atop his horse, though her aim was not to kill him. The Arrow pierced into his right shoulder, taking away his ability to strike with his axe. She watched as he dropped from the back of the horse behind his men. Rylee rushed into the battle with her dagger. Around her the world slowed as she drew near her enemy. She sliced into the neck of one soldier, another she stabbed in the chest and kicked to the ground. She was quick, in the blink of an eye it seemed that she was onto the next warrior. Soon enough she was splattered in the blood of Dumar’s warriors.
As she spun and stuck her blade into the spine of a warrior she twisted the blade as she ripped it back out. A warrior on horseback approached, he leaned forward and swiftly lifted Rylee by the back of her tunic. He bashed the hilt of his sword against the side of her head wielding her unconscious. A cackle came over his lips as he rode off. “Send me Bjorn’s daughter! Or we shall continue these attacks until all of your cities blood has been shed!” He chuckled as he rode off with Rylee limply held in front of him.
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Post by Raven on May 10, 2020 23:10:03 GMT -5
Tyra blushed and even let out a small chuckle as Rylee kissed her cheek. “Then it is so…” she looked to Gavion with a smile across her face. Gavion shook his head and gave his own laugh, his arms crossing.
“Very well, Tyra. You have my blessing” he bowed his head and then turned as the horn suddenly filled the air. Tyra turned and looked to one of the scouts – she pulled her brows together and followed Rylee as they rushed towards the village gate. She reached for her sword – and then lifted a shield that was leaning against the wooden pike fence. She lifted it and spun her blade in her hand “At least I know you can fight like Ragnarsin” she grinned and then nodded as she watched her pull her bow.
As Rylee shot her first arrow – Tyra rushed forward along with several other men next to her. She jumped into the air – she flew several feet with the advantage of the slight hillside. She pulled her shield back and slammed it forward into the throat of a man atop a horse. He flew backward and hit the ground – her sword piercing his chest as she landed atop him. She slung her head upward, her blue eyes staring to the small group of men that rushed them. She rushed forward and shouted “For Ragnarsin!” She twisted in the air as she jumped high – her blade cutting into the throat of another man. She used the horse’s side to jump forward and slam her shield into another. She sliced several down until she turned her gaze – her face bloodied from her kills. She grit her teeth as she watched Rylee get hit harshly, slumping forward into the grip of her attacker.
Tyra ran forward, chasing a rider down – she gripped his leg and yanked him downward, her sword stabbing him directly between the eyes. She quickly jumped upward, her shield hitting the ground as she gripped the reigns and slipped her legs over the saddle. She quickly found the stirrups and rushed the horse forward. The men were retreating – in tow of the capture.
She lead the horse forward, slamming into another man – she reached forward and gripped his cape, yanking him back from his steed. He hit the ground and tumbled, bones crunching in the speed. “You want the daughter of Bjorn Ragnarsin!?!” she shouted loudly, her voice booming in the air. She lifted her blade and suddenly a bolt of lightning shot downward and hit her blade. Her blade sparked wildly as the lighting circled the steel. She pointed the blade forward and it shot forward – the bolt of lightning smacking just before his steed.
His horse suddenly reared up. In an instant there was a swarm of wind – the sky was black with thick clouds. Surrounding them was a tunnel of wind, keeping anyone from entering, or leaving. She dismounted and approached the man. “You wanted me? I am here…” she gripped her sword. She was covered in blood – only the white of her eyes and teeth could be seen through the thick layer of blood. “Get down and fight me” she spoke through her teeth.
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Post by Blindside Tex on May 10, 2020 23:34:51 GMT -5
The rider gripped onto Rylee as he nearly fell from his steed. The horse huffed in fear as the wind whipped around them. He had the look of fear in his eyes as he stared down to her from atop his horse. “They spoke of Bjorn’s daughter, gifted by Thor.” He slipped from the back of the horse. He wasn’t the largest of men, but he looked agile and fit. He held Rylee to his chest with one arm that wrapped around her ribs. He held a dagger to her throat. “You think that you’re the only one gifted by the gods?” He questioned with a smirk upon his lips. “Dumar has been gifted by Odin! He will crush you and end your life as Rykeen ended your father’s life!” His voice was threatening. “You do not scare me with your lightening blade! I know that Valhalla will welcome me with open arms and I can tell Odin himself to smite you!”
Rylee was beginning to wake in this moment. Her eyes fluttered and her head lifted slowly. She blinked several times as Tyra came into her vision. The beauty of the blade enveloped in lightening. She pressed her feet against the ground. Her hand moved to pull her second dagger from her thigh. Her movement was swift as she drew the dagger she sliced into his thigh. This caused the man to loosen his grip on her. She slipped from his grip as his blade grazed along her jawline, barely breaking her skin. Rylee fell to her back upon the ground and just as the soldier gripped the tip of his dagger her eyes met his. “Gods.” He spoke with shock in his expression. The crimson hues that she held seemed to strike fear in the eyes of every viking. Fear or interest. There was no in-between. He grit his teeth, “You will not rise to Valhalla!” He threw the blade forward toward Rylee.
Rylee held her hand up and the blade slowed as it came toward her. She glanced to Tyra as she moved swiftly to her feet. Rylee reached forward and grasped the hilt of his dagger, she held a smirk on her expression. “You chose the wrong clan to attack.” She spoke, her voice confident. She held both daggers in her hands now. Other soldiers trapped within the wind were lining up to attack now. Several rushed forward toward Rylee pulling her away from the fight. She moved swiftly and dodged their attacks. She was only grazed a few times by their swords, small nicks here and there. Though the cuts didn’t seem to phase her as she continued to fight.
The soldier turned to Tyra as he drew his sword. “I will deliver your head to Dumar!” He yelled as he rushed forward swiftly. He slashed his blade down toward Tyra with great force.
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Post by Raven on May 10, 2020 23:47:56 GMT -5
Tyra smirked as Rylee came to. As the man lunged forward, she held her sword up and parried the attacking – holding his blade above her head for a long moment. She grinned then as the lightning sparked against his sword and licked his hands. He gasped and then lunged forward again. She blocked his attacks with ease, allowing him the idea that he might win. As his blade came down – she shifted to the side, just barely dodging the attack. She then lunged forward and punched him right in the crotch – he suddenly keeled over in pain. She laughed then and sliced his head clean off of his shoulders. She picked it up by his thick braided beard and then tossed it forward.
Suddenly the wind disappeared – the circle of men came collapsing forward. She leaned down and lifted up another sword and held each in both hands. She allowed the men to get closer and she attacked. With a twirl she sliced into several. As one sliced forward – she lobbed his arm off and ducked in time to dodge another strike. She kicked forward, though she wasn’t big enough to knock him over. The man chuckled to her – but she only returned with a laugh herself. A bolt of lightning struck from her blade and seared his flesh, sending him downward in pain. She slung her sword forward and another bolt lashed forward. It shot from several men, about 6 falling over in blackened char. She glanced to Rylee and grinned – fighting side by side – they were utterly ruthless.
At the end of it they stood among a pile of dead men. She lifted the head of their Captain and walked over to one single man who stood – cowering. “Take this back to Dumar. Tell him the daughter of Bjorn awaits him patiently” she titled her head and smiled, dropping the head in his arms. She was caked in blood. The white cape was washed over, the wolfen head splattered. “Bye bye now” she waved to him as he stumbled back to a horse. She glanced to the hillside – where her men were making their way down, gathering the horses that no longer had men to ride them – spoils of the fight.
“That – was amazing” She spoke as she stepped over to Rylee. “I dare not question your history, and how you learned to fight like that…” she smirked and then held her hand out. “But I am honored to fight next to you, my bride to be. Come on now, let’s get washed up…” she grasped onto her hand and lead her upward into the village…
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Post by Blindside Tex on May 11, 2020 0:14:28 GMT -5
Rylee twisted and turned. Her skills made the fight look effortless. She almost looked as if she was dancing with the vikings that she took down with her daggers. Most wouldn’t fight with such a short blade. It required one to get incredibly close to their enemy. Rylee loved the disadvantage of it, she loved getting close to her enemy and seeing the light fade from their eyes as they fell from her attack. She glanced to Tyra a few times during the battle only to grin as she watched the woman use her magic, Thor’s lightening. It came easier now it seemed. She leaped forward toward her last few enemies. She stabbed into the chest of one and kicked back another before she snapped the neck of the third. She moved so quickly it almost seemed unreal. It was the mix of her magic into the fight. She slowed those around her which caused her movements to become faster. The battle became easier.
She walked forward as Tyra dropped the head of the captain into the arms of the lone survivor. She grinned wildly as she watched the man cower in fear. She’d never felt such power, well...she’d felt it just before a kill. But this...was different somehow. Rylee looked to Tyra, her body covered in the blood of battle. Blood trickled down her bare arms from a few of the nicks. “Perhaps one day I shall tell you of how I came to be the fighter that I am.” She chuckled as she took Tyra’s hand. It was a strange feeling. Her eyes stared to their blood covered hands for a long moment. A soft smile curved up her lips, this feeling was unlike anything she’d felt before. She wasn’t sure what to do with it.
Rylee walked back to the village where the warriors that had rushed off to the battle were met by the cheers of the village. She looked around to the people whom cheered them on, a smile curved up her lips. As they walked into the main hall she was greeted by a mug of ale from one of the officers. “I’ve never seen an outsider fight as well as you do.” He chuckled, “Good choice to keep this one to yourself, Tyra.” He winked. “Your brother would waste her talents.” He smirked as he walked off to celebrate with the others.
Rylee gave a slight laugh as she glanced to Tyra, she took a long swig of the ale. “How do you normally clean up after a battle?” She asked curiously.
“The hot springs wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Gavion spoke as he lifted his ale to his lips. “You know Tyra hasn’t shown interest in anyone. We’ve been trying to pair her off for years.” He smirked as he stepped forward. “After seeing you fight, my approval only grows.” He nodded. “Follow the north path, the hot springs are near. It is the reason that Ragnar himself chose this placement. This village has plenty to offer.” He took another long drink.
Rylee nodded she glanced to Tyra and took in a breath before she stepped from the hall. The path was silent as they stepped from the village, she listened to the cheers of those behind them. The moon was still high in the sky so it offered plenty of light upon the path. After a few minutes they topped a hill and the sound of running water could be heard within the thick foliage. Rylee slipped around a corner and paused as her eyes looked over the flowing water of the springs. The huge boulders that surrounded the springs gave a secluded feeling to the place. They were completely alone. Rylee glanced to Tyra a moment, she seemed almost nervous then as she lifted her hands to unclasp her vest. She gazed to Tyra a long moment. “Why...me?” She asked, “Before any of this happened...you chose to protect me...a slave.” She shook her head slightly. “I...” She drew her brows together as she seemed to think deeply.
Rylee drew in a long breath. “I’ve never had anyone truly care...like that...” She furrowed her brows slightly. “I’ve not had anyone...truthfully...” Her voice filled with a bit of sadness. She turned and pulled her vest from her body and slipped her boots from her feet. “What I mean to say is...thank you, Tyra.” She stood in her undergarments as she stepped into the hot waters of the spring. The bullet wound scars on her back were painfully visible as she moved and lowered herself into the water.
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Post by Raven on May 11, 2020 0:34:15 GMT -5
Tyra smirked to Gavion and the officers are they spoke of their approval. As her uncle spoke of her lack-there-of interest in people – she found herself sheepishly blushing, avoiding eye contact briefly. “Right, the springs would be good” she agreed and walked away with Rylee. Though she could feel her uncle’s gaze and his laugh as he downed his ale. His voice shouting ‘that’s my girl’ as they made their path away.
As they came to the springs she looked to a wicker basket – it had a few towels in it, and a soap bar infused with berries and other herbs. She pulled the basket closer to the water and then she stripped down, folding her clothing neatly. No doubt that her clothing would need a very hard soak and scrub. She stepped down into the warm waters and sunk in, letting out a soft sigh of content as the warmth soaked her muscles. Across her shoulders and back were a few scars, though nothing too insane. She was a legendary shield maiden, it was rare for her to even get wounded – her art of defense was greater than her offense.
She looked to Rylee for a long moment and slowly approached her. The sound of the water moving as she stepped closer. “I chose you…” she thought for a moment. “Because of your eyes… and…” she took in a breath. “Your beauty” she spoke softly. Her hand touched her back – tracing one of the bullet scars. She let her hand fall away and gave the woman a little bit more space, though something was alluring about her. “I had thought… it was the Gods who brought us together. My father told me… when I was young. Our seer spoke of two shield maidens who would bring Ragnarsin’s name to glory. One who fought with a shield, and another who did not. Two women with differing eyes – Crystal Blue, and Red flames of Hel itself…” she smirked lightly and stepped over to the basket, lifting the bar of soap.
She slowly approached Rylee and rubbed the bar over her shoulders and between her shoulder blades. With her other hand she massaged the soap in, brushing warm water over her flesh as she did so. Observing the scars on her back… “These are the weapons of the Saxons” she spoke softly. “Guns…” she traced one. “It is forbidden for Viking to use such weapons, they are cowardly. Fired with no skill, there is no honor in the man who holds a gun…” she spoke softly. “My father was shot… Rykeen had a man in the distance, holding the weapon for the honorless kill…” she whispered. “You… have been shot so many times” she sucked in a breath. “Your history almost frightens me, what exactly am I getting into?” she chuckled and then she combed her fingers through Rylee’s hair, cleaning the crusted red out of it.
“In truth” she let out a small sigh as she let her finger nails scrub into Rylee’s scalp, sudsing up her hair. “Our slaves are not really so. They are not Viking, but they are… ours. We respect humanity, and as long as everyone works well together – we all get along. I would fight for a slave, as anyone apart of the Clan – is under Ragnarsin’s protection” she smirked and let her hands fall away.
“Are you truly sure you would like to move forward with this?” she questioned. “I.. we.. barely know each other. I feel a connection with you, but who knows – this could be some kind of crush” she chuckled then and moved back slightly, rubbing water into her arms and soaking the blood. “Though, as long as you are a slave, my brother will continue to pursue you… and as long as you are not a Viking - the gods may not gift you as much as they have. I think… they showed their face to convince you to see our ways… smart tactic, I think” she chuckled then. “But I am in awe of you, and secretly – having you as my bride would be nothing but an honor… just know, I would never do anything to you. That is my promise” she bowed her head then and then chuckled. “Sorry… I think.. I’m a little nervous” she leaned back then and dipped her hair into the water. “I wish… you could have seen my father” she spoke as she looked to the starry sky. “I wish I could see him” she spoke even softer…
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Post by Blindside Tex on May 11, 2020 12:15:05 GMT -5
Rylee sat in the water as it encapsulated her body, she closed her eyes. Flashes of the tube came before her vision and she tensed slightly.
Rylee woke within the tube, bubbles rose from around the face mask as she took in quick breaths. Her eyes were wide with fear. She beat her fist upon the glass as muffled screams came from within the tube.
“The first time is always the most difficult.” A man stood, he had a clean shaven head and a high end suit on, he turned his eyes to Nym and gave a nod. It was an order filled with silence.
Nym drew in a breath as he looked to the panic in Rylee’s eyes. He cleared his throat as he stepped to the tube. He held his hand up against the glass and gazed into her eyes, a soft reassuring smile upon his lips. “It’s okay.” He mouthed. “You’re safe.”
“Nym. Inject her before she harms herself.” The man spoke, his voice full of impatience. Rylee placed her hand against the glass over Nym’s. Her brows were tucked together. She reached up and gripped upon the mask and pulled at it. “Do it now!” The man ordered. Rylee ripped the mask from her face and bubbles filled the chamber. “God damnit, Nym!” The man shoved him aside he swiped in the air and a keyboard opened. Red lights flashed upon the screen as he typed quickly. Rylee beat against the glass as she fought to breathe. Soon enough the liquid drained from the tube and Rylee fell to her knees within it, she gasped in air and coughed from the liquid that she had breathed in. “You’re going to have to get used to this, Rylee. You belong to me now.” The man grinned wickedly as he clicked upon the keyboard again. The door hissed open and he stepped forward. Rylee didn’t move, she was still fighting to catch her breath. He leaned down with a smirk upon his lips. “We will put you into stasis and wake you a thousand times if that is what it takes for you to get it through your thick skull that you belong to me. You belong to our clients that pay good money for you.” His voice was demanding, his eyes were dark and menacing. “Understand?”
Rylee had a hand over her chest as she coughed up a bit of the liquid. “Is...is my brother okay...I just...want to see him.” She grit her teeth as her chest burned from inhaling the liquid.
The man smirked then, “A year ago he was released.” He watched as confusion came over her eyes. “You’ve been in stasis for a year. We’ve taken care of any loose ends. Your procession was held, your mother wept over an empty casket. Your brother well.” He grinned wildly then. “Six months ago he returned to the same habits. Drugs seem to be a tricky addiction. Don’t you think?” He snickered. “Well, he must have calculated his injection wrong. Or someone just didn’t like him.” He tilted his head slightly. “Your mother has lost both of her children now. You sold your life to Hexagon for nothing.” He cackled.
Rylee’s eyes filled with tears, her lip began to quiver as she thought of the pain that she had caused. She had done this for absolutely nothing. She stood quickly from the tube and rushed forward the IVs ripped from both of her arms as she gripped onto the man. He simply smiled to her as he held up a small remote. Rylee pulled back her fist and slammed it square into his jaw. In that moment the man pressed the button upon the remote and a pain that she’d never felt entered her body. Rylee let out a cry as she fell to her knees. Jolts of electricity raced through her muscles, tightening each one with force.
“Stop.” Nym stepped forward and grasped the remote from the man’s hand. “Let’s put her back in stasis. She won’t remember this anyway...” He leaned down and helped Rylee to her feet. “Let’s get you back inside, hm?” He gave a reassuring smile to her as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Come on.” He aided her back to the tube where he fitted the face mask over the bridge of her nose. He gave another warm smile before he hooked the tubing up to her arms once again. “Breathe deeply.” He spoke as he shut the door. Nym clicked a few things and the tube began to fill with the liquid once again. Blue fluid pushed through the tubes. Rylee began to breathe quickly once again as she stared to the fluid, though after a few moments she as suspended motionless within the fluid of the tube once again. “You may own Hexagon, Dr. Evans, but to torture the girl like that...she’s having a difficult time adjusting...”
“Well, her fist assignment is in a few days, she had better adjust more quickly.” Dr. Evans scoffed as he straightened his tie, deep bruising appeared around his neck from Rylee’s grip, his jaw was dark purple and swollen. “She hits me again and I’ll do much worse to her.” He scoffed as he walked from the room.
Rylee’s breaths trembled slightly as the memory pushed through her mind. She was snapped from the memory as Tyra pushed forward in the water. Her voice was a much welcomed thing, it was gentle and calming. She drew in a shaken breath as Tyra traced along one of her bullet wounds, it was sensitive, a fresh scar. Rylee turned her crimson eyes to Tyra as she spoke of the prophecy, a soft smile curved up her lips. “That certainly sounds like it could be you and I, hm?” She searched Tyra’s eyes before the woman came closer to her again. As the bar of soap rubbed over her shoulders she closed her eyes and let out a content sigh. This was something she had never experienced before. Hot springs. It was something of the past in her world. She leaned back against Tyra as she massaged the soap into her skin, it was the most relaxing thing she had ever had the pleasure of feeling. “Those weapons are full of violence...” Rylee whispered as she leaned her head back as Tyra scrubbed into her hair. Tingles rushed through her body, she felt more alive than she could have ever imagined.
“My past formed me into who I have become. The experiences that I have endured were all for something. I believe.” She spoke as she turned to look to Tyra as her hands had fallen away. “You...treat everyone with so much more respect than any literature claims. The stories that I have heard of Vikings...lies of monstrous beings that only thirst for the blood of their enemy. She gave a light chuckle. Her smile faded slightly as Tyra questioned her. She drew her brows together as she thought deeply. She watched as the blood began to wash away from Tyra’s body. “I believe it must be fate that has brought me to you.” She spoke as she watched Tyra dip her head beneath the water. Her eyes gazed over the woman carefully for a long moment. “I do not know you and yet...you bring such new feelings to me. Such feelings that, I cannot explain.” She let out a breath and looked away slightly as Tyra mentioned her father.
“I wish you could too.” She spoke softly. “He sounds like he was a glorious leader and a wonderful father.” Her brows furrowed slightly. Loki was a master of illusion. Most of his magic was used for trickery. Though, Rylee possessed many of his skills. She moved to Tyra and gave a gentle smile. “Think of your father.” She whispered as she moved behind her and massaged her shoulders gently. “Think of him in Valhalla with the gods.” She brushed her fingertips along the surface of the spring and an image appeared of Bjorn drinking and eating merrily, surrounded by maidens that swooned over him. Rylee gave a soft smile as she held the image there with her magic for a few long moments before she brushed her fingertips along the surface once again and the image disappeared. She leaned against the edge of the spring and gazed to Tyra. “He shouldn’t have died like that.” She spoke softly. “If I could turn back time and save him...I would...but...I am not certain that I am strong enough to pull of such a feat.” She pondered the idea. She would have to travel to the grounds where her father had been shot. It would take a great deal of concentration. But...with the stone...perhaps it would be possible to turn back time and bring Bjorn back. To save him before Rykeen’s sniper took him down. Rylee gazed to Tyra. “I...could try...” She spoke her voice soft. “With the Phoenix Stone...I could possibly do it, but...you must be there to stop the gunfire, I will most likely lose consciousness...the longer we wait the less likely I will be able to do it...” She bit her lip slightly as she thought deeply. “I need something of his, something he held close every day...” She drew in a breath. “If...you want to do this...I will do it for you Tyra...” She knew that this would put such a strain on her body that she could in fact die from the act. But, something made her want to try to bring Bjorn back, to heal the void in Tyra’s heart...
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Post by Raven on May 11, 2020 15:56:48 GMT -5
Tyra smirked as Rylee spoke of her feelings. "At least the feeling is mutual then" she rung out her hair and turned towards Rylee as she spoke of her idea. Slowly she approached, her eyes turned to the image of her father. She sucked in a breath as she looked to him - smiling as he held his ale. There were so many nights that she had seen the same image... She sucked in a breath as the image faded and Rylee spoke of rewinding the past.
"Hmm..." she thought for a long moment. She turned towards Rylee and reached for her hand. She peered to her nimble hands, her rugged thumb brushing over her knuckle as she admired her. "You have so much power" she whispered and then she smiled. "And you are so kind" she let her hand graze up her forearm, droplets of water dripping from her fingertips to trace down Rylee's arm.
"My father is where he belongs. To drink among the gods is an honor, Valhalla is the place of endless dreams and glory" she smiled. "We live to fight, in hopes to be honored amongst the gods in the Aesir" she chuckled then. "You say we are kind, and we are. But, we do thirst for blood, anyone against us - will be brought to their knees, and we are not afraid to claim what is rightfully ours. In the Viking world - it is all about who is the strongest, and who fought the hardest for their people, their family, and for the gods. Those who truly prove themselves - drink with Odin himself. Death is a blessing, and to die figthing is even more so. While... it is hard not to mourn, we should not be sad... For one day I too will die, and join my father amongst the gods" she smiled then.
"I appreciate your offer, but tochange the force of nature would be going against the God's wishes. That was his time, and it caused the ripple effect which will fuel my revenge. His family will face my wrath, many will die to my - to our blade - the natural balance of the world will act. Those who are weak will fall, and the greatest will overcome. Then... when I die too - the world will sing tales of my victories, and I shall walk the roads of Vahalla" she smirked then. She spoke with true belief and passion - every word was true to herself.
"I watched you earlier, when we fought" she spoke as she made her way to the edge of the water. She slowly climbed out and grasped a towel, wrapping it around her body. "I watched you slay so many effortlessly. I could tell you enjoy it." she chuckled. "I enjoy being bathed in the blood of my enemies, it is like a trophy of power and skill. Watching the light fade from their eye, their blood trickle over my flesh...Many find that to be the truly scary essense of Viking, and it is. But... I love it" she grasped her clothes. "I think you are closer to Viking than some of our own..." she hugged her clothes close to her. "Lets go back and get dressed, hm?"
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Post by Blindside Tex on May 11, 2020 16:14:23 GMT -5
Rylee watched Tyra her eyes full of curiosity. She stared to their hands as Tyra took her hand and seemed to admire her fair skin. Her crimson eyes met with Tyra as she had traced up Rylee’s arm, a shiver ran down her spine which caused bumps to rise upon her flesh. She drew in a breath as a blush came over her cheeks, a smile curved up her lips. Though the smile faded slightly as she listened to Tyra turn down her offer to bring back Bjorn. Though, as she listened to the woman she knew that Tyra was right, it was not willed by the gods for Bjorn to walk among the living again. His memory would live on. The vengeance that Tyra would take upon Dumar would be brutal, he would not be able to match it and thus he would fall as well as his own men. She sucked in a breath as Tyra spoke of her own death, such passion flowed through her voice, her eyes. Rylee felt horrible for even offering the idea of bringing Bjorn back, it was such an honor for a viking to die in battle.
Rylee raised a brow slightly as Tyra spoke of how she fought. Tyra could clearly see how much Rylee enjoyed the kills, she bit her lip slightly. Most found it unnerving...but Tyra seemed to find honor in it, she too enjoyed the kill. A soft smile curved up her lips, “I can feel the life fade from them.” She whispered softly. She climbed from the water and wrapped her own towel around her body before she wrung out her hair. “Perhaps I am as much of a lost soul as you believe.” She smiled, “I...oddly feel as though I belong here.” She spoke as she searched Tyra’s eyes. She scooped up her clothing and began the walk back to the village. It was late now, most of the villagers were tucked away in their warm beds. The air had a chill to it now as winter began to draw near. Rylee let out a breath and watched as the steam escaped her mouth. She glanced to Tyra again and smiled, “That was nice...I...I’ve never done anything like that before.” She admitted as they walked into the great hall. It was silent and warm. Inviting.
Rylee walked along and to Tyra’s room where she pulled her tunic that she’d slept in the evening before on. Her wet hair hung with slight curls to it as she turned to look to Tyra. “Shall I wash the clothing then?” She searched her eyes a moment. She wanted to speak of her world, to tell Tyra the truth about her. But then again, she expected to wake any moment now. Nym wouldn’t leave her in a tube dream forever….would he? What if something happened to Nym and she was alone? Stuck in Stasis...she would stay forever in such a dream. Then again, the bullet wounds that left scars on her back, she would not have survived such an encounter. Even if Hexagon had footed her medical bill. Rylee looked rather focused as these thoughts ran through her mind, her thumb ran along the edges of her clothing as she took in slow breaths. She seemed lost to the world in that moment, as if her mind traveled somewhere else.
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Post by Raven on May 11, 2020 17:09:00 GMT -5
"I do prefer the springs over a wooden tub" she chuckled. "We Viking take much pride in our appearance and cleanliness, especially compared to the Saxons" she crinkled her nose. "Im sure... as my wife" she grinned then and glanced to Rylee "You'll spend plenty of hours braiding my hair" she laughed briefly then as they made their way to the hall. The slipped in through the backdoor to the corridors, making their way to her bedroom.
"Well... lets get into something dry, and then sure." she reached for two fresh tunics and a pair of loose pants. She slipped into the night attire and grasped the blood soaked clothing. "You know" she chuckled. "I've never been one to really... use a servant, I suppose. I'll help you wash, for sure" she spoke as she lead her out of the room. They walked into a smaller room, which had a wooden stove and large tub in the middle. She started the stove and began to boil water.
As the water filled she poured a little bit of oil into the water, and some herbs from a cabinet. A gentle scent filled the air as the water activated the dried herbs. She then poured the large pot into the tub and began to boil more. She soaked the clothing and lifted a large wooden stick, to stir the cloathing.
"So..." she paused and leaned against the edge of the tub, her eyes glancing down to the pink water - which pulled some of the blood out from the clothing. "Um" she looked away briefly. "How soon do you want to um, wed?" she questioned softly. "I've never been good at this sort of thing" she stood then and lifted the stick, stirring the clothing briefly. "It is as Gavion spoke - for years my family has tried to find me... someone" she chuckled then and shook her head. "I've always been so set on training, and no one really" she scratched her head briefly and then stirred more.
"What about you though? Are you.. I mean, I guess I never asked... In Greenland - were you single then?" she questioned and crossed her arms. "What... was it like to be Rykeen's slave? Was he kind to you at all?" she suddenly had so many questions. It seemed like... the more she thought it - the more she realized she didn't know Rylee at all, and the even more so that she wanted to know more. "
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Post by Blindside Tex on May 11, 2020 17:26:54 GMT -5
Rylee took the tunic and slipped it over her head and pulled on the loose fitting pants. She smiled to Tyra and gave a soft laugh, “I wouldn’t imagine that you would use a servant, you’ve hardly used me as one since you’ve had me. I would be willing to bet that infuriates your brother.” She smirked as she carried the clothing and followed along behind Tyra. She knelt across from Tyra and moved the clothing around in the water, scrubbing it upon the ribbed metal to clean the blood from the cloth. She paused as Tyra began to speak, her hands rest in the warmth of the water though her crimson eyes locked on Tyra. She listened to her as she rambled out the questions. Her breath caught in her chest as Tyra questioned about what she had in Greenland. Had she had someone else? She bit her lip slightly and shook her head.
“I never really had the chance to have someone else...” She whispered softly. “I wasn’t given that choice I’m afraid.” She scrubbed the clothing absent minded for a moment. “I suppose...I never thought of that...” She stared to the water that took on a reddish tinge now. “Um...Rykeen...” She breathed her brows quivered slightly. She though of Dr. Evans in that moment. She imagined that Rykeen would be none kinder than the man that owned Horizon. “I...” She seemed troubled as memories of Dr. Evans back handing her crossed through her mind. The man took every waking moment of hers and turned her into a machine. He washed her memories and buried any resemblance of an independent thinking human deep beneath her surface. Being a slave to a viking, it wouldn’t be much different…
“I moved from one hell to another I’m afraid.” She winced as she thought of the time that Dr. Evans had brought her out of the tube in the middle of the night, he had ordered Nym to leave the room. The images of the things that he did...she grit her teeth. She was nothing more than a puppet to him, she did as he pleased otherwise there were stiffer consequences. He made a habit of it too. Rylee grew silent, her hands froze in the water, her eyes had welled with tears. She’d given up everything to become a slave to Horizon. She had given up everything for absolutely nothing at all. It would be not different than if she was traded off to a viking lord. Perhaps a viking would have treated her with more respect, though she doubted it. “I don’t know what to say.” She finally spoke after a long moment. “Before I was traded away by my father I...was busy with political learning, training….I led a very busy life.” She gave a weak smile before she returned her attention to scrubbing. “Is it strange for you to ask to wed me?” She questioned then, she wasn’t certain how the clan would handle such news. She didn’t know how vikings faired with two women paired together. In her time it was accepted, but then again that was over a thousand years in the future. “I...” She drew her brows together slightly. “What I mean to ask, is are you certain that you want me? Will it be worth the trouble?” She questioned her crimson eyes locked on Tyra’s crystal hues.
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Post by Raven on May 11, 2020 17:45:58 GMT -5
Tyra glanced to Rylee as she recalled her memories - she didn't speak them but she could tell that the memories were not good. She bit her lip slightly and stirred some more, listening to the few words that Rylee did share. "I'm.. sorry" she spoke and then knelt down across from her, her hands gripping a bit of clothing - she helped scrub on the opposing side. "I didnt mean to surface such things..." she scrubbed as well. "Well... whatever Hell you came from - those days are over... Soon you will be free, to do as you wish, think as you wish, and not a soul will command you" she smirked then and thought for a moment as Rylee continued her thoughts.
"Hmm..." she pondered for a moment. "You seem worth my trouble this far" she chuckled and then paused scrubbing, her eyes glacing to Rylee's. "I think part of my nerves is not that I doubt you, its the fact that I firmly do not doubt you..." she chuckled then. "I should be hesitant, but I'm not" she spoke and then laughed weakly.
"My brother will not approve, but I do not need his approval. I don't need anyone's approval, actually" she smirked. "Vikings can marry whom they please, whenever they please. But - in the case where I marry an outsider, and you become Viking, I assume all responsibility over you" she spoke and then rung out her cape. She stood then and walked over to a string and draped it over the taught line. "So, say you should steal. It would be my hand which is cut off" she looked to Rylee for a long moment. "But... I do not think you'll act out of line" she stepped back over.
"Our rules are simple" she spoke and lifted a tunic, ringing it out as well. "Typically, you do not mouth off the Lord. I can... because he is my brother, but you - cannot" she hung the tunic. "No stealing, killing, so on and so on. The typical things..." she came back to the tub and stood there for a long moment.
"I think when the Clan seen your wounds have healed, and the Gods have blessed you... everyone will welcome you, as an honor. Some may question the Gods, others do not. That is not our way. If the Gods have Blessed you - then it is so. For us to question them is the greatest of sins" she knelt down once more. "That is the last rule you will have to learn" she spoke and looked her dead in the eye. "We do things, people describe them as wild traditions, we believe in absolutely crazy things" she chuckled and nodded "but you can never question it. It is one thing to tell the Lord off, or even kill him, but its another to question and dismiss the Gods. That is a killable offense" she lifted a pair of pants. "If even one person displeases the Gods - you risk the entire Clan's safety. And the Gods are tempermental folk" she chuckled and hung the pants.
"Once you are officially apart of us... I promise that you will never be harmed again..." she smiled then. "but, you will be here, with us, as one of us. Greenland.. will just be a memory" she spoke and lifted another tunic.
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Post by Blindside Tex on May 11, 2020 18:04:16 GMT -5
Rylee sat frozen still, incapacitated by her memories. The ones that she’d buried down deep within her mind. The ones that Horizon wanted her to forget and yet...their serums didn’t seem to work against her strong willed mind. “It’s...okay...” She gave a weak smile. “You...didn’t know...” Her brows quivered slightly as she wrung out a tunic and hung it over the side of the tub. She focused her attention upon Tyra to try and push the thoughts from her mind. A soft smile curved up her lips as she listened to Tyra, someone thought that Rylee was worth their time. That was more than she could speak for much of her past. Dr. Evans could have easily thrown her away if she hadn’t made him so much money with her military background. She wasn’t ideal for Horizon, but she was the best fighter that they had, the best assassin. When she was kept controlled she did better than three of the others combined could do.
Rylee listened to the woman as she spoke of the rules, she shook her head. “No. I’ll do as you ask me to do, Tyra. I wouldn’t want the clan...nor the gods to lose their temper with you...” She bit her lip slightly. “I want to learn of the gods...after seeing the goddess...it is all I can think about. There is so much of your people that I do not know. So much of you that I do not know...I want to know you Tyra...” Her brows quivered again. She smiled as Tyra spoke of Greenland becoming but a memory. She hoped she could forget Horizon. Yet...as she thought of it once again she came to the realization that this had to be a dream. She lowered her eyes as she wrung out the last piece of clothing. “I do hope that I am welcomed.” She gave a soft smile as she stood. She carried the clothing that Tyra had washed as well as what she had washed over to the drying rack and she hung it carefully.
She seemed to think for a moment before she turned and looked to Tyra. “Your brother...what do I do if...” She drew in a breath. “He seemed to hellbent on claiming me for his own...what will happen when you are the one to claim me first…? He is the lord...does that not give him power over you? If any other member of the clan were to defy him...” She drew in a breath, her expression full of worry. “I cannot defend myself against him without getting you or I both killed...” She drew her brows together and sighed softly. She was trapped. Even if she didn’t want to marry Tyra she must in order to protect herself from Trayvon. She bit her lip slightly and shook her head. “Sorry...I...” She ran her fingertips through her hair. “I...just...I don’t know what to say...” She looked to Tyra once again.
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