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Post by KD on Jul 3, 2014 1:38:11 GMT -5
"Nothing about you or the rest of the animals in your race please me in the slightest," she replied. Her lips curved in bitter amusement again. "Submit and obey, it's that simple, is it? Tell me, Jarl's son: if our positions were reversed, would it be that simple? If my people had captured you, it's likely you would have captured the attention of one or more nobleman, they like their pretty boys. Would you bend yourself over for them to avoid punishment?"
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Post by Jenny on Jul 3, 2014 1:54:23 GMT -5
“Animals?” He scoffed and laughed, incredulous that she would see it that way. The Vikings were followers of the true gods, were unmatched in battle, and holders of many slaves and riches won in combat, what were the Celts to them? Thorns in their sides and stirred like wasps in the hive when the bear comes to take their honey. “I would never be caught and made a slave and I would rather die and go to Valhalla than to be defeated in battle. It is said that a wolf bites even when their head is taken and so would I.” He leaned forward slightly, his hands moving to rest on his thighs. “Why you would ever compare yourself to me is unimaginable… it is absolutely ridiculous.” He let out another barreling laugh. “But I do see what you mean. But you don’t seem to understand that you have no where to go, no where to run… you would do better to stay here under a kind master, you would find no kinder, I assure you. You are lucky I do not treat you as the whore you are.”
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Post by KD on Jul 3, 2014 2:00:40 GMT -5
"You repulse me. Sicken me. The idea of you and all your people dying out as you probably will this winter seems like a gift from nature cutting a disease out before it can spread." Her voice was flat and final. "I am the daughter of warriors. You will kill me, chain me, starve me and possibly break me but I will not submit. Ever." She settled back on the rafter and turned away from him.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 3, 2014 2:13:04 GMT -5
“We will never die, we Vikings,” he shook his head. “No matter how harsh the winter, we shall survive. The winters in your land are like our springs. You cannot fathom just how cold it can get, and I would let you lose to freeze in the dark and in the cold during the heart of winter and tell me who is likely to die. You may believe yourself to be the daughter of warriors but you will never see the glory of Valhalla. You do not deserve such an honorable title. You may be a fighter, fierce to the end, but you are not a warrior. Not you, not any of your kind. And yes, I could do all these things to you. But you will submit, you will… you will eat crow.”
“My Lord?” One of the guardsman spoke uneasily at the door.
“I am here and I am well. Keep your place outside, I will deal with the wretch.”
The sound of silence after a body shifted signaled that Ulfr had been obeyed.
Ulfr was beginning to lose his patience at her stubbornness. “Enough of this.” He reached down and grasped rough rope and took out his dagger to cut the rope free, then a second stroke to cause the jar of oil to shatter on the ground, much to the nervousness of his kinsmen. He slid the dagger back into his sheath to show that he meant no real harm to her as long as she behaved himself. He shifted his weight, keeping his hands free and began to walk across the support beam towards her, one hand holding the rope as to bind her when he caught her. He shifted from the main beam to her own, brushing aside the various jars and food stuffs, which too crashed on the ground. He cared not.
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Post by KD on Jul 3, 2014 2:15:32 GMT -5
Well she had given him fair warning.
Eira shifted her legs beneath her and launched herself straight at him, slamming into him with every ounce of strength she possessed, not caring if it sent them both to their deaths.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 3, 2014 2:33:50 GMT -5
Though he had been speaking easily he would not be caught off guard. His body met hers as if she was a wave crashing against rugged cliffs, his corded muscle heaving against her arms that tried to clutch him and send him flying. He would not be rocked off his feet, his feet ever planted as he understood his own body perfectly. He had been wary of an attack at all times, he was not as foolish as she may think. He was the son of a Jarl, trained in combat, movement, and endurance from the time he could barely heft a sword. She was no match for him, her weight was a mere third of his own. He braced his feet, rose up carefully, and forced the minx against the wood of the crossbeams slowly, his arms trembling only slightly as she fought him off with every bit of her. He shifted so that the weight of his knee pinned her down, roughly twisted her body so that it was in a manageable position, his weight sending all air from her lungs, which hissed out with many curses, both in her language and his own. He swiftly bound her hands behind her back, keeping most of his weight on her body. Splinters dug into her exposed skin. He grasped the rope binding her hands, pushed her off the beam at the same time clasping his free hand around a beam so that when his grip stopped her from falling to the floor below he would still remain in position, even though the weight of her jerked his shoulder painfully and he gritted his teeth against it. He allowed her to thrash herself out as she dangled there, her feet well away from the floor on which was now strewn with food, shards of glass and pottery, and other debris.
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Post by KD on Jul 3, 2014 2:38:13 GMT -5
Eira had also been trained to fight since she was a child, everyone in her particular tribe had at least a little training especially with the Romans on one side and the Vikings on the other. She couldn't match him for size and strength but he'd already seen how fast and agile she was. Even dangling as she was, she managed to twist with almost snake-like grace and sink her teeth into the hand that held her.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 3, 2014 2:42:44 GMT -5
The pain did not phase him, he felt as if he were trying to teach a child a lesson, or perhaps a dog. She could do all she would, but he would not let go, not only to keep her from harming herself upon the destruction below but so that for while she was there she was almost helpless. When laughing came from the door where others observed the sight, one look from the Jarl’s son, his stare venomous, they immediately stopped and shrunk back as if he too would teach them the same lesson. He would have her dangle there as long as it took for her to stop trying to fight him.
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Post by KD on Jul 3, 2014 2:47:31 GMT -5
She stopped thrashing and focused all her energy into biting down, his blood filling her mouth, feeling light bones grind against her teeth. And if he pulled free, she would start thrashing again. If he thought her an animal before, it was nothing compared to now. She fought without an end in sight, wordless and soundless. She didn't snarl or curse or yell or speak insults but she would fight until someone knocked her unconscious or he lost his grip on her.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 3, 2014 3:00:21 GMT -5
Ulfr ground his teeth, but refused to make any sound of pain, doing so would please her. The two guardsman shifted uneasily as they saw blood dripping down onto the ground as the Celtic women’s teeth ground deeper into the meat of his hand, obviously wanting to move to help him. Ulfr thought that this had gone far enough, having held her deadweight with one arm for so long a time, and used the muscles in his legs to rise to stand upright, as they were positioned relatively beneath the highest point of the roof. Further, he raised her own body up, bending his elbow, then jerked it hard so that her ribs struck the wooden beam quite forcefully, then swung her and did it again, all in attempts to jar enough that her teeth would reflexively release his hand as her bones jarred down to the marrow.
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Post by KD on Jul 3, 2014 3:09:22 GMT -5
She released him, spitting a mouthful of blood and saliva into his face, continuing to fight with vicious, trapped energy.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 3, 2014 3:19:11 GMT -5
The blood spattered across his face but he did not move, glaring down into her eyes if she were to look at him. But by now his muscles were beginning to tire. This could not go on for much longer.
“Fetch woolen blankets and fold them up, place them just there on the floor. I do not want her to come to any more harm.” She deserved to feel the same pain she had caused the wounded guardsman, but he would not wound her beautiful body, even if she would hate him for the favored treatment. When they had returned and done so and covered the shards and slippery liquids with the rough and scratchy blankets used to cover servant’s beds, folded several times over so that most of the shards would not pierce through when her body hit the woolen surface, he spoke again, his arm now shaking. “I am going to drop her. Catch her if you can and bind her up immediately.”
“Understood,” the guardsmen moved to attempt to catch her once she fell, the glass and pottery crunching under their feet. If they were to miss, and they had a mind to, she would instead fall hard upon the makeshift cushion.
“Ready? Now.” He released her suddenly, breathing out a long breath when he no longer held her weight. He rubbed his upper arm and immediately moved to descend by the way he had come up to the rafters in the first place.
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Post by KD on Jul 3, 2014 3:37:24 GMT -5
She didn't care either way, grunting as they caught her, laying half on the blanket and half in their hold. She only paused for a moment before starting to thrash and twist again.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 3, 2014 3:44:57 GMT -5
A loud thud pronounced Ulfr’s presence as his booted feet hit the ground in a place that was relatively free of debris. Not too calmly, he assisted the guards in subduing her, his wrath having been piqued by her insistence on fighting despite her situation. He threw one arm about her middle and the other grabbed her flailing fists still bound by the rope and pinned them beneath her, bending his arm at the elbow. He let out a hiss of impatience as she sunk her teeth in the first place she could gain purchase, which happened to be his shoulder. The third guard grabbed one leg and then managed to grip the other and bound her ankles together when he managed to get them together for long enough. The third guard, who was struggling to get the woman’s teeth away from Ulfr accidentally struck her hard in the head with the bone of his elbow in his attempt to quell her fit.
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Post by KD on Jul 3, 2014 4:08:33 GMT -5
She barely felt the pain or the pain from her shoulder and hand as they bound her more. There was more than a bit of fear in her struggles, more truly animalistic, because she hated being bound hand and foot, but it was impossible to tell that. She wouldn't stop.
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