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Nov 25, 2014 06:45PM
"Yes, Master." She drops his hand, and dashes to her room to find some riding clothes, her bare feet under her dress.
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When she reaches her room, she goes into the closet and finds a riding outfit, and pulls it on. She could hardly contain her excitement, and as she laced up the outfit, she paused to think why. Did she like Fabian? Well of course she liked Fabian- he had saved her life! A bright blush flamed across her cheeks as she remembered his kiss early that night. http://fashionandpopculturemagic.blog...
Tylia's blush grew. "Thank you, Eliza..." She mumbles, embarrassed. She took the boots from Eliza and slipped them on, her mind beginning to wander again, her mess of hair falling down her back.
Tylia's blush grew. "Thank you, Eliza..." She mumbles, embarrassed. She took the boots from Eliza and slipped them on, her mind beginning to wander again, her mess of hair falling down her back.
Tylia twisted her hair up so it wouldn't get in the way then started to make her way outside, hardly able to contain her gleeful expression. She paused at the edge of the courtyard, suddenly worried about what Fabian could say to her.
Tylia's blush grew and she timidly took his hand. She smiled up at Fabian and stifled a soft yawn.
Tylia gently stroked the mare's neck, and nodded peacefully. Despite being pulled up, her hair had fallen into a mess of curls down her back.
Tylia follows, riding the horse with ease. She had learned to ride at a young age, and was quite good at it. She giggled with joy, coming up alongside Fabian, her hair flying behind her.
Tylia smiled warmly at Fabians's excitement. He had barely laughed before; now that seemed to be all he did. And to be honest, she loved his laugh.
Tylia took his hand and slid off of her horse, but slipped. She stumbled forward and ended up knocking both Fabian and herself over.
"I'm so sorry Master!" She exclaimed, her face a bright red as she tried to climb off of him. She was mentally scolding herself for being so clumsy.
"It's gorgeous..." Tylia says breathlessly, her face still red from the embarrassment. She looked around in wonder, brushing dirt off the dress, one hand resting on her horses neck.
"She's an amazing horse, Master." She responds honestly, looking up at Fabian with a smile. She gets distracted by the landscape again, looking around in awe. ((Happy Thanksgiving!))
"But-" Her eyes fly back to Fabian, wide with her surprise. "I can't... I mean, I don't deserve this!" ((I had an idear for the roleplay))
Tylia opened her mouth to argue more but cut herself off. "I... Very well, Master. What is her name?" She smiles nervously.
Tylia stays silent for a long moment as she looks at the horse, trying to think of a name. She sighs absentmindedly, wanting to find something unique for the horse.
Tylia blushes at his touch, turning to watch Fabian. She was unaware of the quiet cracking of branches behind her, soft and far enough away that even Fabian did not hear. ((Do you want to be the attackers or shall I?))
((Sure. :D))Tylia screams, stumbling backwards, her hand still wrapped around the horse's reins. While waiting for Fabian, she had tied on a little charm to the reins.
Tylia stumbles back into the trees when she screams again, feeling strong and tight hands grabbing her around the waist and holding her without escape.
Tylia whimpers with fear, tears in her eyes. She flinches away from the man, trembling, and stays silent. As she can think about, however, is how this is her fault, it's her fault for giving Fabian the ring and asking to go horseback riding.
The men tighten their grip on Tylia's arms, and she winces in pain, but manages to stay silent, her hair coming loose again. The messy curls fall across her face, and she tries to focus on a strand of hair instead of the crushing guilt she was feeling.
Tylia screamed, now in the tower, and tried to struggle. The man wouldn't have it, and shoved her against the wall roughly. Tylia cried out in pain, sliding to the floor. The man dragged her to a barren room. It consisted of an uncomfortable bed, nothing more. Tylia looked around in fear, her mind really only focused on Fabian and what could be happening to him. The man shoved her into the room and locked the iron door before walking off, leaving Tylia to curl up on the bed and start crying.
"What do you want from me..." She asks in a broken voice. Her eyes were fixed on the ring. This was her fault, she realized, her fault for asking to go horse riding, her fault for being so weak. She chokes down a violent sob.
"He found me by the cliffs..." Her voice was quiet and trembling. She refused to give Fabian's brother her name, knowing that people with magic could use the power of names to make someone do horrible things.
Tylia presses herself against the wall, fear reflected in her green eyes. "I was going to jump...." She whispers to herself, squeezing her eyes shut and remembering that night- last night, she realized- when she had told Fabian the truth of what she was doing.
Tylia bit down on her tongue, hard. She tasted her own blood after a few second and focused on the pain, rather than the cruel man. "That's my mother's ring," She says in a soft voice, glancing pointedly at the band of silver, not answering his question.
Tylia squeezed her lips together, trying to remember what this object does. She had learned a lot about magicians from her years of reading with her mother, and was the closet thing you get to a magician without having magic.
Tylia whimpered softly, but her mind was racing. There was a way to overcome the lotus, she remembered. The Lotus Bead will force you to tell the truth- but if you have enough control, you can bend the truth and give it as you wish. Barely anyone had the power to overcome the Lotus without working. However, focusing on the person who has given them the most strength can possibly give the rest of the willpower needed.
"You didn't ask a question." She responds, her voice sounding far of and distracted. Tylia was trying to do her best to fight the magic in the Lotus, and if she hadn't known what to do, she would have told the magician everything.
Tylia squeaks in pain, biting down on her tongue before answering again. "A question never asked cannot be answered."
"No." She answered, not holding back. Even though she could refuse his requests, she still had to always tell the truth. After speaking, she bit on her tongue again, the pain a distraction from the magic. ((Sorry if my replies are late. I'm playing world of Warcraft at the moment and am completely addicted.))
Tylia hummed a soft note to keep her mind clear, then answered. She was bending the truth, though, when she spoke. "Magic," Tylia whispered, not finding another way to explain how she knew.
Tylia sucked in a startled breath of fear. She gasped in pain when a few of the invisible claws grazed her skin. "No. I won't answer you." She protests, forcing her eyes open.
Tylia gasped at the sight of it, and squeezed her eyes shut again. She tensed, waiting for the pain she was due.
Tears formed behind her eyes as she stood there, unable to move or run, awaiting punishment. Her bare back looked flawless, but the second that whip cracked she would be scarred for life.
Tylia screamed in pain, the whip breaking her pale skin. She was already crying, the tears streaming down her face. Everything had disappeared, replaced by the searing pain on her back.
Blood formed on her back, staining it red as Tylia sobs with pain.
The effects of the lotus had all but faded now, but Tylia would still have to tell the truth if she spoke. She remained silent, or as silent as she could be as she cried in pain, gasping sobs.
((That's perfectly fine.))Tylia laid there, her back practically filleted by the whip. The searing pain even reached into her dreams, which were more like terrors. Her body shook and shivered with the weakness within her. Her dreams wandered from time to time, each event bringing her more and more pain.
Everyone once in awhile, Tylia would come too again, and in those moments she felt the worse feeling of hopelessness, that no one, not even Fabian, would come and save her.
Tylia laid in the small and barren room, swimming in and out of consciousness. The pain was searing, never ending. The only thing that was running through her head now was that she wanted to die.
((Sure!))Outside the tower, well trained guards stand with swords and crossbows. They watch the snowy plains for any sign of movement.
"I would rather die." Tylia growls in a weakened voice. She barely lifts her head, the pain reflecting in her eyes.
The rest of the guards call out, shouting to each other. One tries to sneak up on the man, not realizing it was a vampire. The noise of the debacle down at the base of the tower reached the tiny room, but Tylia didn't hear, the pain still fresh. "So be it..." She tries to growl, but her voice cracks with pain.
Soon the guards were retreating back into the tower, locking the doors, even though a vampire would be able to break through easily. The captain of all the men ran up to small room and knocked on the door, quite frantically. Tylia struggled weakly, gasping in pain. Her frail body couldn't even support herself, and she slid back to the floor with a grunt.
The guards all stood ready, but more often than not one would be trembling. No one had gotten this far before, no one had caused this much trouble. Tylia slowly crawled to the back of the room, wincing in pain.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but we have a slight problem." The captain looked very nervous, knowing the magician never had a good temper.
"He's torturing his prisoner, up in the-" A young guard, obviously a new recruit, started to say, hoping to spare his life. He was cut off by one of the soldier knocking him out with the hilt of their sword. The guards all raised their weapons, most accepting the fact they were going to die. The man winced. "We believe it's your brother, the guards are all downstairs. He already killed the ones outside."
Tylia's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Fabian. Had he really come to rescue her? Or was it for the ring?
Most men run back, now going to protect their master. They run up the stairs, some shooting crossbows behind themselves. "What do you mean, sir?" The guard asks, a bit confused. He opens his mouth to say something more when the other guards come up the stairs, covered in the blood of their partners.
((Hello? Sorry I'm really buggy, I just love this roleplay.))
