Blood on my Blade (Solo)

by **Aello** on January 13th, 2011, 3:51 am

OOCThis thread is going to get steamy-ish, although it will still be kept PG-13, you haz officially been warned =)

5 Winter, 510 AV

Aello was sitting with her back against a tall wooden building. The wood was cold against her skin, and she shivered a few times as she pulled the knife out of concealment. It was the same knife that she had found in the barrel with the ghost's clothing only two days before. She didn't understand how it had wound up in her pocket yesterday, after all, she was certain she had left it under the window she had dropped the letter into, for the ghost's wife.

Aello had left the knife hidden under her skirt. It would be easy for her to access, since there were long slits running the length of her skirt, to allow for greater mobility. She had rapped a long piece of cloth around her thigh, before placing the knife over it, and then wrapping another piece of cloth over that so it would stay in place. She had ignored the knife until now.

Aello's belongings were piled up next to her, on her right. She was inspecting the knife, which was glinting in the sunlight, she was rolling it over and over in her hands. She was so convinced she had left it under the windowsill. She had gone back a few times, just to deposit it again, but each time, it wound up back in her possession- she would often notice it back in her bag, or in her make-shift scabbard, tucked under her skirt. It was as though the blade were cursed, forever tied to Aello's person, and thus, she could never get rid of it; no matter how hard she tried.

Aello sighed heavily, as she turned the mysterious blade over and over, wondering if she simply should have left it where she had found it.

The blade was still tipped with blood, it was the deepest red towards the dagger's point, while the edges were crustier, and starting to turn a muddy brown. This bothered Aello, and she quickly pulled another piece of cloth out of her bag. She wrapped the cloth around the blade, and started to rub the cloth using her thumb, index, ring, and pointer fingers. When she was certain that the blade should be clean by now, she removed the cloth, only to find that the blade was still covered in blood.

Aello stared at it quizzically, perhaps she hadn't tried to clean it hard enough? Aello wondered as she tried to wipe the blood off the blade, again, digging her fingers into the blade a little harder this time, she removed the cloth, still nothing. Third time is the charm? she wondered, as she tried again, a few beads of sweat forming on her forehead, as she grit her teeth, rubbing the cloth into the blade furiously. Still nothing. Aello sighed, perhaps it could not be cleaned? she thought as she put the cloth back into her bag, feeling slightly defeated.

Aello took a few deep breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth, before standing up. She wanted to see how the blade cut through the air. Not like she had ever used a blade, bows had always been her one true love. As far as weapons went, anyway.

The blade was rather light, and at times, Aello forgot that she was holding a sharp pointy object in her hands. Aello waved the blade around a few times, holding it out in front of her as far as she could, as she sliced through the air- vertically, horizontally, and diagonally. From up to down, left to right, and all around.

Suddenly, Aello heard footsteps behind her. She turned abruptly on her heels, heart beating rapidly, as her blade came to a grinding halt, just an inch before a man's eyes. The tip was pointed at the top of the bridge of his nose, in the middle of his eyes. His eyes were wide as he stared back at her, Aello's stomach was rising and falling rapidly, and she was breathing heavily, her face glowing as little beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

"Whoa there," the man chuckled as he reached up his pointer finger to the blade, touched it to the blood-stained tip, and slowly guided the blade away from his eyes. Aello allowed her right arm to hang limply at her side, the blade was still in her hand, and she was gripping it so tightly, that her knuckles turned white. "Sorry," Aello mumbled to the man who stood before her, as her breathing started to return to normal, but not her heart rate, this man was gorgeous.

He seemed to be a little older than Aello- maybe twenty or so. The man was taller than Aello, but not too tall, maybe 5'7 or so. He was of an average weight, and rather muscular. His muscles flexed slightly as they stood, staring at each other, and Aello couldn't help but steal a glance at them. The man could certainly beat her to a pulp in a fist fight, she thought, as her gaze quickly returned to the man's eyes, which were a deep forest green. They stood out against his pale face. The man was wearing a simple black tunic with one sleeve, the other looked like it had been ripped off, and black pants. He was wearing a pair of sandals, and Aello wondered how on earth his feet didn't get cold.

"Sorry about that... didn't see you there..." Aello stammered as the man flashed a cocky smile.

"You should be more careful next time," he said, before sticking out his left hand, Aello raised her left hand to meet his, and they shook hands. The man's hand was far larger than Aello's own, and his grip was rather firm. It made Aello's hand turn red. The shake ended abruptly, and both of their hands fell back to their sides. "I'm Rafael," the man introduced herself.

"Aello," Aello replied, never taking her eyes off of Rafael.

"That's a pretty name," Rafael said, as he reached his right hand forward, and stroked Aello's cheek with the back of his hand. It sent a warm, tingling sensation through Aello's entire body, as she closed her eyes, only to open them again a moment later. Her breathing had calmed down completely, but not her heart; Aello's heart was pounding in her chest, threatening to break free of her tiny rib cage. Her eyes were locked with Rafael's, lost in them. Rafael smiled down at her, as he leaned his face into hers, so that his forehead rested against the top of Aello's head. "Thanks," Aello replied breathlessly, starting to blush, and forcing herself to glance down at the ground, why was she so excited? Aello wondered.

Rafael's hands found their way to Aello's wrists, and slowly, he pushed her arms against the wall behind them. Aello's hand unclenched, and the knife fell out of them, clattering on the ground after a short drop. Aello glanced down at it, not too worried, knowing that it should return on its own time, Rafael, on the other hand, ignored it completely. He was smiling down at her, a gleam in his eyes. It seemed almost predatorial. It sent a shiver up her spine.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing in Ravok?" Rafael asked. Aello simply looked up at him, and was silent for a few moments. She was blushing, and squirming slightly beneath him, as Rafael continued to inch closer and closer to her, pressing himself against her chest. Aello could feel his breath on her face, it was warm, and smelled distinctly of cinnamon. It smelled nice, far better than most of the things that surrounded them- rotting wood, dirty water, trash, and the like. "Just... exploring..." Aello said her eyes flashing.

Rafael chuckled. "What, don't you like it?" he asked, gesturing towards his hands with his eyes. Aello looked over at her right hand, it was raised just above her head, and she could see his hands clenching into her wrists, his nails starting to dig into her flesh. They would leave tiny crescent-moon shaped imprints in her skin.

Aello breathed slowly in through the nose, and then out through the mouth, trying to calm her heart, the heart that was pounding against Rafael's chest. She wondered if he could feel it, just like she could feel his nails imbedding themselves in the flesh around her wrists, just like she could feel his warm breath on her face, his smooth skin against hers. She wondered why she couldn't feel his heart pounding against her chest, or even hear it thudding, was he not as excited as she seemed to be? Aello wondered.

"I never said that," Aello replied, as Rafael smiled, lifting her arms further over her head, before holding them both tightly at the wrists with his right hand, dropping his left down to her shoulder, slowly sliding it down her body, leaving a tingling sensation coursing through Aello's body in its wake, as he slowly leaned in to lick her lips. His tongue was cold, and the motion left a thin sheet of glistening saliva on her pale pink lips. Aello closed her eyes, and tilted her head back slightly as he did so, her long brown hair slipping off her shoulders as he slowly pulled away to look at her. Aello opened her eyes again. What was going on? she she silently wondered. What was happening? Why did she feel like she did? Why was she... enjoying it? And hating every minute of it at the same time? Was she mad at herself for liking it? she wondered as Rafael's eyes looked down at her, slowly moving down her body, starting at her eyes... and ending at her chest. Aello wished she had the courage to tell him that she was up here, and gesture at her face, but then again, she didn't exactly have use of her hands either.

by **Aello** on January 15th, 2011, 4:38 am

OOCThis portion of the thread is even more steamy-ish than the first half, although it is still PG-13, you haz been warned. Also, beware the bi-polar crazy person post >.<

Rafael dropped his right arm to Aello's side, his left hand was already resting on her hip, his body was the only thing that kept Aello's back against the wall, and he was leaning into her, dangerously close. His mouth hovered only inches from her lips, and Aello couldn't help but wonder if he would try kissing her, and if he would be any good at it. Would it be too slobbery and gross? Or... well... not that? Aello wondered as she stared up into his eyes, and he stared down at her.

Rafael leaned in to Aello, and began to lightly kiss her neck; there was a sharp intake of breath on Aello's end, and she pushed her hands against his shoulders to try to get him away, and pointed her head down to lessen Rafeal's access to her neck. Rafael just laughed in a cocky sort of way, and moved in to try and kiss Aello's neck again. Aello was beginning to cringe under his body; hate the way his breath smelled, how warm it felt when it caressed her neck. She hated the way he seemed to be staring at her; like a cat stares at a mouse; in a predatory manner as opposed to a loving way. She hated how his touch kept sending chills up her spine, coursing through her body. She hated how Rafael managed to make her shiver. Aello hated how he managed to both make her want him, and want to push him away at the same time, she just didn't understand it: how could someone feel too opposite ways about a single person at the same exact time? Aello wondered as Rafael's cold nose brushed up against her pale lips.

Rafael's hands were running around and around, in tiny circles on Aello's hips. He tugged Aello into him, before planting his lips on hers. Aello's eyes opened wide, and she quickly turned her face to the side so that Rafael was now kissing her cheek. Rafael laughed, a sly smile creeping across his face. "Shy?" he asked playfully. "Don't be shy...." his voice trailed off as he lifted one of his hands and gripped Aello's chin tightly between his thumb and pointer fingers. He pinched into her chin, his fingers extending all the way up to her cheeks, she must have looked like she was making a skinny fish face as he turned her face back to him, and proceeded to kiss her again. His tongue was slowly and steadily making its way down Aello's throat, and she was trying desperately not to puke.

Rafael's hands were running the length of Aello's body, up and down, from her neck to her chest, to her hips, and then from her hips, to her chest, to her neck; then the cycle would start all over again. His mouth was locked on hers, his tongue steadily probing her mouth. Aello's hands were doing their best to push up against his chest, to get him to go away, or even just to get Rafael to back off a little bit so she could finally breath. But that didn't seem to be doing much, his right hand was against the wall, making a diagonal. Her head was resting against that, and his left hand was cupping her face delicately, his thumb rubbing her cheek softly; a sharp contrast to the rest of his actions.

Aello was quickly growing irritated with the current situation, she despised how he was making her feel, and the fact that he just could not take a hint. His hands kept creeping up and down her body, and with each swift movement came a chill, and an overall desire to puke. Rafael's hands kept lingering around each of her hips, sometimes going a little lower, to run over the length of her thighs. And all of a sudden he stopped, and stared at Aello wide-eyed.

"What?" Aello asked, noticing the sudden change in his behavior.

"What's that?" Rafael asked as he patted her thigh, in the area in which she had always concealed the mysterious dagger.

Aello looked down at Rafael's hand against her leg. She could feel something brushing up against her skin, each time he patted it curiously. Aello cast a quick glance down at the ground, where the blade had fallen earlier in their encounter, she couldn't say she was all that surprised not to see it there anymore. The blade had returned to her, again.

Aello looked back up at Rafael, her eyes glimmering, a sly smile making its way across her delicate features. "Oh... that," Aello half laughed as Rafael let up on her hands enough where she could just pull out the blade. She held it up, just inches from Rafael's face, the blood-stained tip practically glowing in the light. "You mean this?" Aello asked sweetly, as Rafael took a step back.

Rafael seemed to be sweating. "Isn't that..." his voice trailed off as Aello nodded. He looked down at the ground where the blade had fallen, but finding nothing he started to panic. His body seemed to tremble as he took a step back, and Aello took a step forward holding the dagger out in front of her; she was smiling wickedly.

"Yes, the blade from before," Aello said, her eyes lighting up as though the two were playing some sort of game. "I probably should have mentioned it appears to be cursed."

Rafael took another step back and Aello just laughed, as she lunged for him, leaning in with her right leg as far as she could and extending her right arm towards Rafael with the blade, the blade managed to nick his shirt, making a tiny slit in the middle, but nothing else. Rafael had run away rather swiftly, glancing from time to time over his shoulder at Aello, it made her laugh. The man looked like he had just seen a ghost. Aello put her dagger back where it belonged, before grabbing her things and walking away as silently as she could, she certainly didn't need the ebonstryfe coming after her.

by **Seth** on January 22nd, 2011, 7:19 am

Aello:

+1 Investigation XP
+1 Seduction XP
+1 Dagger XP
+1 Intimidation XP

Lores: The Taste of a Man, How to Kiss, How to Wield a Dagger, How it feels to Cut Flesh, What Nervous Butterflies Feel Like, How to Scare Off Weirdos, How Gross Rafael Is, I think I am Bipolar, I think this Dagger is Cursed.

The Method behind my Madness :

Good thread! I am glad to have you as a player in Ravok! I am really looking forward to seeing Aello develop! <3333!