Timestamp: Fall 91, 2013
They stood facing one another, one with face streaked in tears and the other nearly spouting flame from his ears. The man had the woman's wrist in a tight hold, her bones creaking against the tension he had created; his other hand jabbed at her chest angrily. "Did you think I would not find out? That you could hide this travesty from me?!" Spit splashed against the woman's face and the finger which jabbed at her chest opened and slapped her in the face, forcing her head to the side and back.
Issy let out a cry, her free hand rising to rub at the cheek which had been struck before turning her head back to face him. She was tall, but he was still taller. "I did not hide it, Cotice; you were just too caught in your dallying to bother to notice! Fat fool, you never even asked, never cared; it was only to the tent floor with you, Isedan, spread your legs, Isedan, let me in Isedan!" She pulled at her captured wrist to try and get three but he yanked her tight, his hand pressing against her belly angrily. She could feel the calloused hand push aggressively, those yellowed teeth stinking with stale ale and meat stuck within somewhere.
"I need an heir, not a petching changeling!" The hand rose from her belly to strike her again, drawing another cry from the woman and a cut across the curve of her cheekbone. Issy twisted her wrist in his grip and finally managed to get free, stumbling back immediately as she glared at him.
"So you'll batter and bruise and break me because I am not human?" She hissed back at him. Neither saw the figure of Corsal at the bed-tents entrance, watching silently with the elder the whole scene. "You thought quite fine of me before then, at least you moaned as much." Her voice dropped into a throaty groan of mockery to him, "Mm, Isedan, so firm, so tight, mm yea just a little more, mm." The shifter returned her voice to normal, virtually snarling. "You never bothered to ask why I cry each night and day or where I go when you have collapsed into lusty exhaustion. Did you even notice when I left?" The serval-woman snorted a laugh. "Of course not; you were growing flacid with whatever satisfaction you gained inside me."
He took a threatening step towards her, but she quickly backed away, jabbing her finger at him. "And that was all I really was to you; a pretty piece to put your staff in, no care to my pain, my true needs. Well now you have your heir and I hope to all the gods there be that it is like me. Perhaps it will be like those vicious lions I hear in the night and when I tell it of your doings..." Her voice lowered in a menacing whisper, "...I pray it eats your beating heart before your eyes that you may witness the torture you have given its mother."
She spat at him afterwards and turned to go to flee into the darkness where the sounds of merrymaking filled the night. But before she could escape past Corsal, Cotice caught her wrist again, yanking her back hard enough to make her shoulder protest. "Oh, I'll keep my whore, so I will, but I won't have her carrying my line. I won't have it tarnished by the likes of a filthy changeling." His hand dropped to the hunting knife at his waist and at the sight, Issy's eyes went wide.
He struck for her belly but before he could lay the blade to it, Corsal intervened, grabbing the hand and twisting hard until the blade dropped from it, then grabbing the one which had caught her again and doing the same. Issy hurried out of range, baring her teeth at the ankal while his brother spoke harshly in that clipped tongue they so often flailed their hands about in. She didn't know what was said and only recognized the ankals name in the banter but Corsal's upset was obvious. Vira took the opportunity to hurry out of the tent, wiping her eyes with one hand and holding the bruised wrist of the other between her breasts.
She pushed past the old Drykas and one of the older youths and fled the tent, unable and unwilling to hide her tears this time. The kelvic ran into the sounds of revelry but not into the gathering itself, night embracing her as she fled the Autumnrun tents for anywhere but near them...
They stood facing one another, one with face streaked in tears and the other nearly spouting flame from his ears. The man had the woman's wrist in a tight hold, her bones creaking against the tension he had created; his other hand jabbed at her chest angrily. "Did you think I would not find out? That you could hide this travesty from me?!" Spit splashed against the woman's face and the finger which jabbed at her chest opened and slapped her in the face, forcing her head to the side and back.
Issy let out a cry, her free hand rising to rub at the cheek which had been struck before turning her head back to face him. She was tall, but he was still taller. "I did not hide it, Cotice; you were just too caught in your dallying to bother to notice! Fat fool, you never even asked, never cared; it was only to the tent floor with you, Isedan, spread your legs, Isedan, let me in Isedan!" She pulled at her captured wrist to try and get three but he yanked her tight, his hand pressing against her belly angrily. She could feel the calloused hand push aggressively, those yellowed teeth stinking with stale ale and meat stuck within somewhere.
"I need an heir, not a petching changeling!" The hand rose from her belly to strike her again, drawing another cry from the woman and a cut across the curve of her cheekbone. Issy twisted her wrist in his grip and finally managed to get free, stumbling back immediately as she glared at him.
"So you'll batter and bruise and break me because I am not human?" She hissed back at him. Neither saw the figure of Corsal at the bed-tents entrance, watching silently with the elder the whole scene. "You thought quite fine of me before then, at least you moaned as much." Her voice dropped into a throaty groan of mockery to him, "Mm, Isedan, so firm, so tight, mm yea just a little more, mm." The shifter returned her voice to normal, virtually snarling. "You never bothered to ask why I cry each night and day or where I go when you have collapsed into lusty exhaustion. Did you even notice when I left?" The serval-woman snorted a laugh. "Of course not; you were growing flacid with whatever satisfaction you gained inside me."
He took a threatening step towards her, but she quickly backed away, jabbing her finger at him. "And that was all I really was to you; a pretty piece to put your staff in, no care to my pain, my true needs. Well now you have your heir and I hope to all the gods there be that it is like me. Perhaps it will be like those vicious lions I hear in the night and when I tell it of your doings..." Her voice lowered in a menacing whisper, "...I pray it eats your beating heart before your eyes that you may witness the torture you have given its mother."
She spat at him afterwards and turned to go to flee into the darkness where the sounds of merrymaking filled the night. But before she could escape past Corsal, Cotice caught her wrist again, yanking her back hard enough to make her shoulder protest. "Oh, I'll keep my whore, so I will, but I won't have her carrying my line. I won't have it tarnished by the likes of a filthy changeling." His hand dropped to the hunting knife at his waist and at the sight, Issy's eyes went wide.
He struck for her belly but before he could lay the blade to it, Corsal intervened, grabbing the hand and twisting hard until the blade dropped from it, then grabbing the one which had caught her again and doing the same. Issy hurried out of range, baring her teeth at the ankal while his brother spoke harshly in that clipped tongue they so often flailed their hands about in. She didn't know what was said and only recognized the ankals name in the banter but Corsal's upset was obvious. Vira took the opportunity to hurry out of the tent, wiping her eyes with one hand and holding the bruised wrist of the other between her breasts.
She pushed past the old Drykas and one of the older youths and fled the tent, unable and unwilling to hide her tears this time. The kelvic ran into the sounds of revelry but not into the gathering itself, night embracing her as she fled the Autumnrun tents for anywhere but near them...
