Blood and Snow

[Constance]

In her current situation, where fear lay just below the surface and she struggled to maintain her calm demeanor, it felt like time had slowed around her. While her focus remained on her own situation, she was oblivious to what was taking place just past the thin walls of the tent. The slaughter of the rest of the leaders men would increase the likelihood of her escape, but leave her with no one to restrain or stop the last man standing, from doing whatever he pleased to her-- Cade. She needed to make her decision quickly, what would she do? Although she couldn't see Noird, she heard him move toward her, no doubt in her mind that he was about to force himself on her-- even while she remained clothed. That's when she planned on striking, but she wouldn't be given he chance. Mere seconds before he would be upon her, the tents door was whipped open by the force of the barbarian and the howling wind. Inside, Constance breathed a sigh of relief; hopefully something had come up that would require Norid to leave the tent. What she heard next would destory those hopes though. With the entrance of the barbarian, she heard the leader jump back away from her, then the sound of footsteps as Cade advanced upon him. Constance stumbled to the side of the tent and out of the man's path, unconsciously backing herself into the corners where she held her boots tightly. With the swing of his blade, and the sound of Norid's head falling to the ground with a thump, she could hear Cade approach her. Maybe this time, she would play dumb. Once more he commanded the removal of her clothes, and once more, Constance tried to avoid what she was slowly realizing, was inevitable now. She was silent for a moment and her limbs were shaking. She couldn't hear anything but the heavy breathing of the barbarian, and her heart pounding in her ears. "If that's what you want, then you'll need to do that yourself..." She stammered, diverting her gaze from his. Then she extended her arms towards him, palms down and fingers outstretched. "My arms... there trembling. I can't use them." Of course, she was exaggerating. If she really needed to, she would have been able to manage removing her own clothes, but would he know that? If she could convince him that her arms were useless for something as simple as undressing, perhaps it would convince him that she was unable to fight as well.

[Cade]

"Have it your way" Cade replied through a sinister smile. The barbarian sheathed his sword before advancing upon the unwilling girl. He made short work of her remaining clothing exposing her flesh to his. He used her entire body to make himself feel good, her screams and pleads for mercy only fuelled him more. With the excitement and the adrenaline of the kills before, Cade did not last long before his seed was with in her. If this was a romantic situation he would of worried about the recipient but this was all for him, so he cared not.

Cade rolled off her, laying to her right side laughing in victory. He had just killed four men in cold blood and took their leaders prize for his own pleasures. The blood and sex was intoxicating and he was hooked. The young man was now a beast, a reaver and slayer giving note to his savagery. Cade looked over to the girl, not caring for what he had done to her, but curious to the effects he had caused. The thought of killing her had crossed his mind, but she was worth more to him alive and tell the time he sold her off he will continue to have his way with her in what ever fashioned he wish. This was power........ a power he was growing to like.

"Get your self changed" The young barbarian ordered as he began to rise from their bedding, littered from her clothing he disrobed her from moments ago.

[Constance]

Small tears began to form at the corners of her eyes when she heard the barbarian sheath his sword and advance upon her. No matter what she said, her words had no effect on the savage. No matter how hard she had fought to escape, she was trapped. The monster had her trapped, its only desire, to destroy the life she knew. One full of love, sweet memories, learning, and adventure. It was slowly slipping away and mutating into one full of bitterness, guilt, and a cold heart. When she felt his hands pull at her clothes, she recoiled, but instantly he pulled her back towards him. Her trembling body was no match for his strength, augmented by the adrenalin that ran threw his veins. When she was completely exposed, she attempted curling up into a tight ball, to hide herself and protect herself, but it too, was to no avail. It was as if her resistance increased his pleasure. The faceless monster, her faceless monster, was victorious, having his way with her with no remorse or regrets. Although she couldn't see the monsters face, his voice would haunter her for the rest of her life. When the monster finished having his way with her, and rolled off of her, she wished for a moment that she would die where she lay. Now that the mans needs were met, he would discard her until he wanted her again, then eventually sell her to line his pockets with a few coins. Laying there, numb, trembling, and bloodied, her mind began to race. She would ether kill her captor, or die trying. Unable to bear the thought of being forced into this situation again, she rolled over toward where she remembered leaving her boots. After feeling around blindly for a few moments, she felt the soft wool of the inside of one of them. With her heartbeat quickening in anticipation, she reached inside and felt the cold steel of her hidden dagger. Grasping it with a trembling hand, she pulled it out of its hidden sheath and held it close to her still unclothed body. Taking in deep, shaky breathes, she rose to her feet, her back facing the monster who had, likewise, risen to his feet. Listening intently to the quiet noises his feet made threw the loud thumping of her heart, she knew exactly where he stood. Her mind was screaming at her to run for her life, but she knew she wouldn't get far if she attempted such a foolish and reckless escape. She needed to face her monster, and vanquish it. Taking another deep breath, she pretended to lose her balance and stumble back towards him. Upon contact, her body screamed in fear to run away, lest she be forced to bend to the monsters wants again. Using her fear as a source of power, she turned to face Cade, her monster. Running one of her hands up over his chest and around the back of his neck, she whispered one word. "My name is Constance Whitevine, and you will die by my blade." With that, she drove the dagger up to its hilt, into Cade's stomach and moved it around. His blood spilt out over the daggers hilt, her hand, and abdomen. In the back of her mind, she wanted to stay longer, if only to allow herself more time to mutilate the monster that destroyed her. But the stronger driving force was to leave that horrible place and seek the comforting embrace of her family back in Avanthal. So, gathering up her tattered clothes, and what ever supplies she could find within the blood stained camp, she took one of the horses and rode off towards Avanthal. Assuming that her monster wad dead and freezing in the snow.

[Cade]

The blade pierced the barbarian's guts as her snarled word's of hate echoed through his ears. His body dropped to the cold ground, hands automatically clenching the wound, with dagger protruding from the right side of his abdomen. Constance had made a mess of the young barbarian, enough that he was not getting up, not in time to retaliate. Cade laid there, his teeth clenched to the point of busting as his guts felt as if they were a blaze for a stomach wound is one of the most painful wounds to experience. He growled as he listened to a single horse trotting off in the distance, no doubt with Constance at its reigns.

"BIIIITTCCHHHH!" He roared after her, agitating his wound even more, his body rocketing into the fetal position. He laid there contemplating death as rage built with in him, rage in his stupidity of letting a little girl gut him. No.... this was not the way he was going to die. He painfully removed the blade from himself, quickly covering the open wound with cloth he found laying about the tent adding pressure by tying a longer piece of clothing to make a makeshift bandage.

Cade stumbled around the tent, finding a Noird's bottle of rum and a sewing kit before making his way out to the main camp's fire. The very dagger that cut him down was now blade deep into the embers of the fire as the barbarian guzzled half of what was left in the rum bottle. The blade was red hot by the time Cade removed it, placing it on the wound to cauterize the open gap, disinfecting it with a shot of rum onto the area. He bared his teeth into a chunk of wood he placed in his mouth before operating on himself, to prevent himself from biting his tongue to bits from the intense pain being inflected. Using the needle and sewing kit, he patched himself up and placed fresh make shift bandages to hold it all together.

He needed to rest and rest he will for once the young barbarian woke he knew he had to move quick before the girl's people would come hunting for him. His eyes grew heavy as he laid close to the fire with as many blankets he could find up himself. His hand grasping Constance's dagger, a memento he will never give up though he knew he will have the scar to remind him of his stupidity, but he fancied the possibilities of placing the very blade into the girl, if he ever found her again. His eyes grew heavier now, clothing fully as his mind echoed with her voice, her name, her last words.

[Growl]

Appreciation Time! Name: Constance Experience: +1 Flute, +1 Dagger, +1 Seduction, +1 Rhetoric, +1 Acting Lore: Playing a Song Poorly, Being Human Prey, Talk Your Way Out, Playing Dumb, Being Taken Advantage Of, Making a Grand Exit Name: Cade Experience: +2 Intimidation, +1 Sword Lore: Stalking Human Prey, Being Associated With Slavers, Following Orders, Getting Your Nose Broken, Having Your Revenge, Claiming a Prize, What Being Stabbed Feels Like Additional Notes: A good read, just be sure to read over your posts, there were a couple of typos. Also, when fighting, one tends to leave it open as to whether or not their attack lands for the next player. (More so when fighting another pc than an NPC). Cade, you have no lores or exp with sewing or medicine... so I am not going to reward any exp, since you shouldn't know how to do that. PM me if you feel as though I left anything out.