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    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    "Menro" she let out his name with an urgent breath, "Please, now" He deeply kissed her, before slowly slipping inside her, starting slow to fully take in each other. The One could feel the sheer passion and love coming from that shack. He wanted to feel her skin and be inside her, like no other woman. The sight of his long lost love in his arms made him slide to the hilt. "Adelyne. Gods how it feels to have you." He slightly sped up, but allowed them to talk and exchange all the years of separation. Passion from desperation is the fiercest, and loudest. The warmth and feel of their bodies colliding made their grips tighten each other.

    It almost felt like the first time they laid their eyes on each other; he could still remember the night after the hunt, after everyone went to sleep. The two of them made their way deep in the forest, and shared each other, primal lust and intimate love all in one night. This was going to be this night, but the longing of both might be curved.
     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    "Adelyne. Gods how it feels to have you."
    As their bodies moved together, Adelyne left a trail of kisses up Menro's neck before biting him on his ear lobe. The gasp of mixed pleasure and pain that left her lips, as he drove into her particularly hard, was loud and provocative. She could sense she was not far from total euphoria as she wrapped her legs around him tighter, trying to consume him, to make up for the years they had been apart.

    Adelyne was almost losing control as she moved, matching Menro's pace, her breath coming out in little gasps. She tilted on the edge before she suddenly flipped them both over so that Menro was now on his back and she straddled his body, not missing a beat as she guided him into her, moving her hips as his hands found her breasts. She gazed down at him lustfully with her blue eyes, her golden hair framing her face. He looked intently back and she felt her body give in and waves are pure pleasure washed over her, as she threw her head back, crying out his name.

    "Menro!"

    She continued on with the pace, her body still throbbing. She looked into Menro's eyes, completely lost inside them, as she drove him home.
     

    Lady Redpool the Unlifer

    Pyro, Spirits Connoisseur, and Soulless Anarchist
    Thaek sat in the inn in Morthal. He had decided he needed a few good drinks, or as close as he could get to "good" here, before he made it home. Home. The word was a new one for him, and he wasn't sure if he liked it. He let the idea rattle around in his head before drowning it in another bottle of mead.

    Just as he was starting to think it was time to leave, a few Vigilant's of Stendar walked in to spend the night. Letting out a low curse, he left his money on the counter and tried to leave. Then the damned voice interrupted his alcohol induced haze. "GET OUT OF THAT BAR BEFORE THEY FIND YOU CHAMPION!!!" So loud he swore they must have heard it. And either he was right, or they figured it out from his clutching his head and growling.

    "Get the Daedra worshiping Scum!!" Shouted one as she charged forward. That was all the encouragement he needed. He cast his invisibility spell as fast as his fuzzy brain could manage. Slipping out the still open door, he stumbled the first few steps before continuing at a silent but steady pace towards Dawnstar once again.

    Apparently it wasn't enough that he had disappeared. He heard the same loud voice yelling, "Split up! He's either gone towards the blood caves or down the road, GO!!" They all ran in separate directions..........alone..........easy targets. He hated Vigilants anyways, they didn't like traditional Orcs, or the strongholds, or most anyone he'd ever known. The loud one was the unlucky one to have run towards him.

    Waiting in the middle of the road, she ran right into him, and a quick swing of his fist left her unconscious in the snow. Just like that, the voice returned, "Good! Kill her and go finish the other two before they regroup!!" Thaek decided that he disliked the voice, but thought of something that would satisfy himself, his future hate-laced impulses, and the voice. He lifted the woman over his shoulder and began carrying her with him.

    It didn't matter that he couldn't make them both invisible, or that she may wake before he reached their destination. He was good enough to compensate for these inconveniences. For her bravery, zeal, and bad luck, this Vigilant would be the first shackled to his wall. The brotherhood's sanctuary needed to be rebuilt, he'd start in the torture chamber. Her screams would wake the sleeping glory of the Brotherhood in the very foundations of it's Sanctuary.
     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    Shadow and Wolf made their way back to the Dawnstar Sanctuary. They had decided to travel separately, wanting to keep their privet life, privet, for the time being. Shadow smiled as she thought about last night's activities. It had been a long time since she had found such pleasures from a man that she had no intention on killing straight after. It was refreshing. She collected a few plants along the way, roots and all, to re-fresh the garden in the sanctuary. She was keen to try out some new poison recipes she had been thinking about. She also had a hunch of goat leg for the Snow Troll, being interested in animals and having worked closely with them before she turned to a life of murder.

    Her bags were laden down with food, candles and a few clothing items she couldn't bare to part with, the rest, left back at the shack. She had also stopped in Dawnstar and purchased a large, fluffy Sabre cat fur to put on her bed to make it more comfortable and cozy. The Sanctuary, though underground, was still reasonably cold.

    Checking no-one noticed her path, she slipped around the point on the beach and followed the shore line until she came to the black door, which recognized her immediately now and let her in. When the door closed on her she sighed. Home. I wonder if anyone else is back yet? She turned left, dumping her ingredients at the little garden and continued to her room. So far it seemed quiet in the sanctuary. But then this was the home of assassins, it was their job to be not heard.

    She spent some time freshening up her room; placing the saber cat fur on her bed and her clothes in the cupboard. She selected a soft tunic top and suede leather pants and peeled herself out of her brown leather cat suit. Wonder if there is a bath around here? she thought. I will have to investigate that. Once her room was done she left to go find anyone else, taking up the leg of goat for the troll. As she entered the lower sections of the Sanctuary she could hear a woman crying out. The noise led her to the torture chamber where she found a woman, barely dressed, shackled to a wall. Shadow raised her eyebrows in interest and looked at the orc Thaek.

    "Well" she said in her honey-smooth voice "I see you have a new plaything"
     

    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    She left him soon after, but this time he knew where she was going and where she is. Both wanted to keep their lives private. "I can see she is just as wild as she was before. After all this time, feeling her again makes it better and worth while. The passion behind us and all that time apart was quite exciting to say the least," He brushed the sleep and pleasure off, stretching his fatigue out and looking around the shack and took in the obvious smell of what had just transpired the night before. After he was slipped on his linen shirt and hood, his pants, then his steel waist armor and mask right after he pulled his hood up. Will their relationship peak its head and be heard around the sanctuary? He hoped not, but that it might happen anyway. Love can be fatal in their line of business, but that didn't really concern him at this point. He lost her once, and for a long period of time, he wasn't going to lose her again just because it would complicate matters.

    The supplies he brought were gathered, his contract complete, Shadow finally found, and now he was on his way through the quiet, snow lined land. After a reasonably long journey, he was back at Dawnstar, and made a couple of feel from the ever welcoming black door that he has been accustomed to for so long. The candles in his dark home danced upon the wall, making it cozy,warm, and welcoming. As he made his way towards his room, he heard a woman scream in the torture room. Ah, the Orc. After taking his mask off, he made his way to the torture room to see Thaek and Shadow conversing over a woman getting iron and steel.

    "I see you're making yourself at home, brother."

    He hid his snarl behind his hand at the sight of a woman being tortured. He didn't like going to extreme torture, and torturing a woman made even him sick. If a contract ever came his way that required him to kill a woman or child, he turned it turn without thought. Of course, He'll hide hide his disgust out of courtesy.
     

    Lady Redpool the Unlifer

    Pyro, Spirits Connoisseur, and Soulless Anarchist
    The honey sweet voice dripped with just a hint of poison as it smoothly stated, "Well. I see you have a new plaything." He continued pushing the specially forged iron into his victims foot. with satisfaction he saw it stick to the skin, so he let go, straightened up and turned to face her as the wolf man approached. Without his mask. Thaek saw the eyebrows furrow slightly, heard the uneveness of his voice. "I see you're making yourself at home, brother." If he ever smiled, he would smile now.

    Removing the hot half-ringlets from her toes, he turned and addressed his "brother", "Yes, I am, though we serve Sithis, I owe the vigilant's a certain amount of vengence for what they've done in past years. This one will atone for her sins by telling me where I can best strike at them, as it conveniences me and my contracts of course." He did smile at the thought of that.

    Turning to the blonde he said as he walked forward, "She's not a play thing, she's an istrument, before an instrument of her god. Now, an instrument of mine. Her crying will be my lullabye, her screams my masterpiece. She'll sing the information I seek and will howl in rage when she's feeling strong. She's an instrument and I am a musician." It sounded like the truth, he considered this an art form after all.

    "For now though, she suffers less from pain, and more from illusions. She was angry when I chained her to the wall. I wove a fear spell over her that will last several days. The pain is nothing compared to that." She showed no outward signs of the normal human weakness, perhaps she was numb to this kind of thing. Or maybe she was as morally twisted as he was.

    Walking past them towards the armory he commented, "If either of you would like to help, the armor needs mending, many of the supports need repairs, and almost all of the weapons need sharpening."I would appreciate the assistance, it will be a...........bonding experience." He wondered if they would help, or if they would each go to their rooms, or the same room for that matter. They wouldn't be wrong, he'd killed enough friends, abandoned enough family, but he had hoped to find something that would last amongst fellow killers.

    He walked to the forge without looking behind him. He heard no footsteps. He put his hand on the forge that he had relit when he had arrived back from his contract. Noting that it was not part of the original sanctuary, did not seem to belong and must have been added much later after the sanctuary was built. Pumping the bellows for a moment, he looked to the place from whence he had just came to see if the others had followed......
     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    As shadow watched Thaek torture the woman she felt someone move beside her. Without even looking she knew it was Menro and a small thrill scored through her body. She shivered with delight at the memory of his hands all over her.

    Thaek's speech did not disturb Shadow. She had been around enough people like him to desensitize her to it. She herself had that sinister nature to her and thought his reasoning's to be perfectly reasonable. She glanced over to Wolf and saw that he, however did not. She knew of his reluctance to harming women and children. He showed a lot of restrain right now as he studied the Vigilant. Shadow wondered if she should have been more sympathetic towards the woman, but after briefly thinking about it, she knew she would never be. If ever there was a contract to assassinate a woman, she would take it like any other one. A woman was just like a man, a target to be eliminated.

    "If either of you would like to help, the armor needs mending, many of the supports need repairs, and almost all of the weapons need sharpening."I would appreciate the assistance, it will be a...........bonding experience." The Orc looked at both of them. Shadow indeed wanted to sharpen her ebony daggers and make some more bolts for her crossbow but first she had two little jobs she wanted to do.

    "Later, I have some things I need to do first" she turned and walked out of the torture room and went and fetched a large goat leg she had left by the garden. She took it down into the depths of the sanctuary in search of the troll. She had heard the woman, what was her name? mention that it was somewhat friendly but that remained to be seen. Shadow was interested in animals and she had some experience looking after them. She knew a frost troll was different to a goat or cow but she was curious to see it. As she delicately picked her way through the icy section of the sanctuary she noticed first the smell. Yes a troll lives here. She heard it next, it's heavy half breathing half growl was over to her left. She approached it slowly so as not to startle it. It was a mass of shaggy off-white fur and it was hunched over an old deer carcass. The animal was tearing at the old bones, looking for meat that was long gone.

    The poor thing's starving... She thought just as it looked up and spotted her. At first it peeled back it's lips and growled at her but then it stopped as she stepped further towards it. It stood and snuffled, unsure of what to do. It could sense she was not going to harm it, and it could smell something delectable on her. Something dead. Something to be eaten. At first he wanted to eat the woman but he knew this one was like the others. Not food. She carried meat and he needed it.

    "Well aren't you a big boy" she said to him. She held up the goat leg and the troll shambled over to her. Shadow's instinct was to turn and flee but she stood her ground as the large beast loomed up on her. She held out the meat as far as she could hold it and the troll snuffed at it. Seemingly to have decided that it was ok he quickly ripped it out of her hands with a quick slash of his claws, causing Shadow to stumble a little.

    "Manners!" she chuckled at it. It sat on its haunches and tore at the leg, glancing up at Shadow every so often. She cocked her head to one side studying it. It's left eye was slightly closed and green pus oozed out from it. I need to fix that..she thought to herself. "Well enjoy it" she said to the troll, who didn't really take any notice of her "I'll be back to fix that eye for you". She left he troll to his meal and went to explore the rest of the sanctuary. After some searching she came to a room near the bedrooms that contained a large fire pit and a blessedly large bath tub. Shadow's lips curled into a delectable smile as she peered at the bath....
     

    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    As the Orc walked out of the room, he walked to the imprisoned Vigilant and looked upon her with his deep steel gray eyes. She wasn't going to leave this place. He knew it, and so did she. He does not see torture to this point, short of someone harming Shadow and the ones he loved, or what his last contract did. Wolf unsheathed his claw, locking eyes with the woman, waiting for a sign that she was ready. A wolf hunts, this is true, but to repeating wound and torment, this was not a wolf's way, nor his. His claw wrapped around her neck like a cold steel necklace. They both knew what he had to be done, and she nodded to signal the welcomed escape that soon followed. Flesh ripped in two, and her head fell without a scream. He sheathed his claw, and made his way to bedrooms. While everybody was going about their business, and he couldn't help but notice a fire pit, and a very certain someone relaxing. Should he give the person some privacy, and not let other people find out, or should he take a seat at the pit and talk? After all, even this family talks. He turned on his heel and quietly walked towards the pit, trying his best not to disturb until he was noticed.

    No harm in watching. I could use some food and a warm fire. He sat down against the wall and propped his legs on his bag, enjoying the fire and the sight. This wasn't too bad of a spot to unwind and study his family. Wolf wanted to break the silence, but Shadow was obviously enjoying her bath, so out of courtesy he waited until she spoke. They both enjoyed the silence.
     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    Shadow smiled as the warm water soaked through her bones. She had washed off the dirt and grime of the past few days and then propped herself against the tub, her head lolling to one side as she sleepily watched the steam rising from the surface of the water. She knew it would be cold when she finally did get out of her bath but for now she was going to enjoy it.

    She wondered about her new family. Delsin and his nervous chatter, his female friend whom Shadow did not like at all. The old man was all right. He had a foul mouth on him but it wasn't anything Shadow couldn't handle. She would have to seek him out soon to let him know about the troll's eye. She was going to make it a healing salve with the ingredients she had on hand, and she was going to enlist the old man's help in administrating it to the animal. The orc, well she was still a little wary about him. Maybe I could get to know him a little better in the forge. She liked to work with metal; thinking of her beloved ebony daggers that rested beside her bath tub. They were never out of her reach. Then there was woman who had been there when she had first arrived at the sanctuary. She was still an enigma.

    Shadow felt a presence enter the room and instantly knew it was Wolf. She continued soaking in the tub as he sat against the wall in silence. They had spent many a time in that companionable, comfortable silence. Shadow remembered them with fondness. She thought about the look on his face back in the torture room. She was not surprised he still felt an adversion to harming women. She thought it odd, but also loved that about him.

    "You still don't like it, do you?" she said softly, then turned around in the bath to face him, her blue eyes large in the firelight. She studied him and noticed his claw with fresh blood on it. "You finished her?" she cocked an eyebrow, slightly surprised. She stood up and let the water run off her, feeling Wolf's eyes rake over her body as she delicately stepped out of the tub and then wrapped herself in a large rough towel. She walked over to him and softly held his face in her hand, searching his eyes. There was sadness in them. "What is wrong my Wolf?"
     

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