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Later that night Kalila was strolling through the gardens with a young Tyran Knight. He was nice enough telling her tales of his battles with thieves and raiders. She listened and did some talking of her own. They were passing a part of the gardens where it met with the palace wall. Suddenly he pinned her against the wall and began to ravage her mouth with his own. Kalila did the her best to push the man away but he drew her away from the wall and began unlacing her bodice. He pinned her to the ground and planted many sloppy and disgusting kisses on her neck. By that point and time the green-eyed girl was screaming absolute bloody murder.
Sir Gareth of Naxen was walking through the same area of the gardens and heard a scream that could shatter glass. Her dashed to find a young man atop a young woman. The man was attempting to remove the girl's dress. Kalila closed her eyes and was about to scream again when she felt all the weight on top of her gone. She opened them and saw the Tyran being beaten by another knight who was very handsome looking in the moonlight.
"Get out of here." Gary said gruffly, if not coldly to the Tyran and went to Kalila's side.
"Are you alright milady?" His only response was the girl sobbing into his chest. When she was done they stood and Kalila tried to re-lace herself but couldn't, her hands were shaking too much. Automatically Gary took over and laced it for her. By that time anger had taken over and the woman's ice green eyes glittered with cold purpose.
"If only I had my dagger with me, I would have stabbed him right then and there," she said icily in a beautiful voice even if it was dripping with venom. Gary's eyebrows shot up.
"Stab him milady?" The girl laughed at the surprise in his voice.
"Yes, stab him, I'm no china doll, I usually carry a dagger and my bow and arrows with me everywhere."
"Gareth of Naxen. Gary for short," he said extending a hand. The girl smiled. The wind blew gently at her tumbling strawberry blonde curls.
"Kalila Reese Calla of Arix. Kalila for short," she replied and shook his hand.
Gary looked down at the young lady. When she was angry, her eyes had seemed like hard green diamonds, but now they reminded him more of new plants, just shot up from the ground. Her hair, too red to be considered gold, seemed to him to be the perfect flaxen color. He sighed, musing over what to say to this new young beauty.
Kalila tilted her head up to look at the tall young man who had so heroically saved her. She liked what she saw. With frank chestnut eyes and a sly smile it was quite obvious that he had a quick wit and quicker tongue and didn't stop to think before he spoke. However, at the moment his eyes were turned inward, clouded with thought and he looked sensitive, caring and thoughtful.
Kalila smiled mischievously and leaned a little closer. "Well, Gary," she purred, "don't you think we should perhaps move toward the palace a bit before Aria tears Corus down looking for us?"
Gary turned red at his thoughtlessness and was about to agree when a bloodcurdling cry made them both look up. A petite young lady stood there, her hair shining pure silver and her ice blue eyes crackling with animosity. "And who exactly are you?" she hissed suspiciously at Gary. The air around Gary became distinctly colder. He began to shiver a bit.
"Aria, calm down!" Kalila said with a brief laugh, "It's just Gareth of Naxen. You know, the Duke's son...?"
"Oh..." Aria said shamefacedly, hair turning a more normal white-blonde color.
"Gary, this is Aria Serena Batailler. Aria, this is Gary. Now that we know each other, no more fighting, ok?"
"Agreed." Aria said definitely, "And I'm pleased to meet you, Gary. Sorry for the misunderstanding. I heard Kalila scream and... well, here you are and here I am."
They all walked slowly back to the palace, moonlight making a path before them.
Sir Edan of Pyralis Peak in Tyra looked up from the dirt, his eyes full of hate. He would revenge himself. Obviously the green-eyed wench was beyond his control if that man kept by her side, but the blue-eyed sorceress seemed ready to be taken. He would just need to keep her from her friends and her magic.
Edan smiled slyly. This would be too, too easy.
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Later that night Kalila was strolling through the gardens with a young Tyran Knight. He was nice enough telling her tales of his battles with thieves and raiders. She listened and did some talking of her own. They were passing a part of the gardens where it met with the palace wall. Suddenly he pinned her against the wall and began to ravage her mouth with his own. Kalila did the her best to push the man away but he drew her away from the wall and began unlacing her bodice. He pinned her to the ground and planted many sloppy and disgusting kisses on her neck. By that point and time the green-eyed girl was screaming absolute bloody murder.
Sir Gareth of Naxen was walking through the same area of the gardens and heard a scream that could shatter glass. Her dashed to find a young man atop a young woman. The man was attempting to remove the girl's dress. Kalila closed her eyes and was about to scream again when she felt all the weight on top of her gone. She opened them and saw the Tyran being beaten by another knight who was very handsome looking in the moonlight.
"Get out of here." Gary said gruffly, if not coldly to the Tyran and went to Kalila's side.
"Are you alright milady?" His only response was the girl sobbing into his chest. When she was done they stood and Kalila tried to re-lace herself but couldn't, her hands were shaking too much. Automatically Gary took over and laced it for her. By that time anger had taken over and the woman's ice green eyes glittered with cold purpose.
"If only I had my dagger with me, I would have stabbed him right then and there," she said icily in a beautiful voice even if it was dripping with venom. Gary's eyebrows shot up.
"Stab him milady?" The girl laughed at the surprise in his voice.
"Yes, stab him, I'm no china doll, I usually carry a dagger and my bow and arrows with me everywhere."
"Gareth of Naxen. Gary for short," he said extending a hand. The girl smiled. The wind blew gently at her tumbling strawberry blonde curls.
"Kalila Reese Calla of Arix. Kalila for short," she replied and shook his hand.
Gary looked down at the young lady. When she was angry, her eyes had seemed like hard green diamonds, but now they reminded him more of new plants, just shot up from the ground. Her hair, too red to be considered gold, seemed to him to be the perfect flaxen color. He sighed, musing over what to say to this new young beauty.
Kalila tilted her head up to look at the tall young man who had so heroically saved her. She liked what she saw. With frank chestnut eyes and a sly smile it was quite obvious that he had a quick wit and quicker tongue and didn't stop to think before he spoke. However, at the moment his eyes were turned inward, clouded with thought and he looked sensitive, caring and thoughtful.
Kalila smiled mischievously and leaned a little closer. "Well, Gary," she purred, "don't you think we should perhaps move toward the palace a bit before Aria tears Corus down looking for us?"
Gary turned red at his thoughtlessness and was about to agree when a bloodcurdling cry made them both look up. A petite young lady stood there, her hair shining pure silver and her ice blue eyes crackling with animosity. "And who exactly are you?" she hissed suspiciously at Gary. The air around Gary became distinctly colder. He began to shiver a bit.
"Aria, calm down!" Kalila said with a brief laugh, "It's just Gareth of Naxen. You know, the Duke's son...?"
"Oh..." Aria said shamefacedly, hair turning a more normal white-blonde color.
"Gary, this is Aria Serena Batailler. Aria, this is Gary. Now that we know each other, no more fighting, ok?"
"Agreed." Aria said definitely, "And I'm pleased to meet you, Gary. Sorry for the misunderstanding. I heard Kalila scream and... well, here you are and here I am."
They all walked slowly back to the palace, moonlight making a path before them.
Sir Edan of Pyralis Peak in Tyra looked up from the dirt, his eyes full of hate. He would revenge himself. Obviously the green-eyed wench was beyond his control if that man kept by her side, but the blue-eyed sorceress seemed ready to be taken. He would just need to keep her from her friends and her magic.
Edan smiled slyly. This would be too, too easy.
