Post by Dysin Hexfire on Mar 7, 2010 20:01:50 GMT -5
It had been a slow day and training was unneeded, the ever present threat of battle was now in slumber he knew yet the goblins were convinced it lurked behind a few days pass. The lord knew better knew better, Dorian’s men where not fully trained for Dysin's spy had left mid season and without warning, but again he was sure Dorian had found someone to replace him just as yet they would have to be taught new skills. His feet took him through his army settlement as his eyes assured their content and their behaviors making sure none were sick, suddenly wounded or anything of major matter before he himself settled down in the part of two men the group of his joining greeting him warmly and offering a meal.
Dysin shook his head once. Hunger had passed him long ago and thus he would not eat if he lacked the desire. The air grew still threw the clatter of swords and the mummers of his men, until a sudden sharp break of twig snapped into that silence and heads turned as voices shot threw the silence. His command looked to him a moment a small dagger in his hands asking permission to harm the intruder enough for capture, and with a moments thought Dysin nodded and watched his men mount their horses and ride toward the cover of wood, their calls subsiding in a moment as soon enough they trotted out the reins of a foreign stallion in ones hands while the unconscious form of a maiden slouched in the saddle. Dysin frowned for a moment. He should have considered their uninvited company may have been femme but again, he hadn’t been thinking correctly at the time. Without hesitation he approached the group as they paused and few dismounted their rides.
“She has but a bow and few arrows my lord as well 30 coins in money and skins but as we can tell she is not one of his.”
Dysin didn’t speak but simply nodded in acknowledgment as he approached the woman and scooped her within his arms, the sweet scent of fresh drawn blood thick in his Goblin senses.
“Take her wolf, wash him and store the supplies from hthem I don’t believe she will be free too soon.”
His men bowed their heads once and did as they were addressed leading the horse away to the stable. Meanwhile Dysin carried the stranger through the questioned glances of men and toward his own settlement where there he could tend her wound. Stepping in, it was warm though the winter was merely blocked by a tent structure wall, it was kept cozy by the quiet flame of a small fire midst the middle of the placement. Across to the left placed comfortably near the fire was a bed structure softened by sewn rabbit furs the thick of it looking to be about months worth of the mammal hunting. Gently he set her to the small extra ‘bed’ one might call it, and moved off in a moment to retrieve items for her healing.
When he returned Dysin took her side and lifted her shirt just enough to reach the wound where then he cleaned and wrapped it his skill taught by his now passed mother all for the sake of himself so he could treat his own wounds before infection would be his fall.
Finally he set the items aside, turning back to stand and slid her out of her apparel. Yes indeed he stripped her but didn’t once glance through the eyes of desire simply tossed the thick of two patches of fur over her body and tossed her cloths over a small bench in the corner of the room where soon enough the small boy they’d taken on their trip could come retrieve them to wash. Without a second glance to her slumbering frame Dysin stepped out and headed back to the group of gladiators his motions catching the eyes of his commands and council, they would have to discuss matters of war and the matters of this stranger as well.
Dysin shook his head once. Hunger had passed him long ago and thus he would not eat if he lacked the desire. The air grew still threw the clatter of swords and the mummers of his men, until a sudden sharp break of twig snapped into that silence and heads turned as voices shot threw the silence. His command looked to him a moment a small dagger in his hands asking permission to harm the intruder enough for capture, and with a moments thought Dysin nodded and watched his men mount their horses and ride toward the cover of wood, their calls subsiding in a moment as soon enough they trotted out the reins of a foreign stallion in ones hands while the unconscious form of a maiden slouched in the saddle. Dysin frowned for a moment. He should have considered their uninvited company may have been femme but again, he hadn’t been thinking correctly at the time. Without hesitation he approached the group as they paused and few dismounted their rides.
“She has but a bow and few arrows my lord as well 30 coins in money and skins but as we can tell she is not one of his.”
Dysin didn’t speak but simply nodded in acknowledgment as he approached the woman and scooped her within his arms, the sweet scent of fresh drawn blood thick in his Goblin senses.
“Take her wolf, wash him and store the supplies from hthem I don’t believe she will be free too soon.”
His men bowed their heads once and did as they were addressed leading the horse away to the stable. Meanwhile Dysin carried the stranger through the questioned glances of men and toward his own settlement where there he could tend her wound. Stepping in, it was warm though the winter was merely blocked by a tent structure wall, it was kept cozy by the quiet flame of a small fire midst the middle of the placement. Across to the left placed comfortably near the fire was a bed structure softened by sewn rabbit furs the thick of it looking to be about months worth of the mammal hunting. Gently he set her to the small extra ‘bed’ one might call it, and moved off in a moment to retrieve items for her healing.
When he returned Dysin took her side and lifted her shirt just enough to reach the wound where then he cleaned and wrapped it his skill taught by his now passed mother all for the sake of himself so he could treat his own wounds before infection would be his fall.
Finally he set the items aside, turning back to stand and slid her out of her apparel. Yes indeed he stripped her but didn’t once glance through the eyes of desire simply tossed the thick of two patches of fur over her body and tossed her cloths over a small bench in the corner of the room where soon enough the small boy they’d taken on their trip could come retrieve them to wash. Without a second glance to her slumbering frame Dysin stepped out and headed back to the group of gladiators his motions catching the eyes of his commands and council, they would have to discuss matters of war and the matters of this stranger as well.
