Gonna Marry the Night is a modern fantasy RP. Based in a fantasy world, where two tribes the Sun Clan and Moon Clan live divided and in constant war against each other. Where is your allegiance? Or perhaps you might be one of the exiled or survivors of various shipwrecks. Come to these lands to see what it offers.
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"Yeah, if we do find someone or something there don't expect me to be able to carry anything heavy." Wesley answered Ashe as he pulled his cross bow from a small bag that he left on the floor. "Though it won't degrade my aim what so ever."
Wesley stuck close to Ashe not wanting to get lost in the jungle, though it was a path they had already tread. He saw Ashe look back at him; he felt a smile come to his face. It made his heart start to beat a bit harder, he felt a new surge of energy come to his step. To him it reminded him of her beauty. If he wanted to have more fun with her it would have to be later after they secured a food source. As much as he could not wait to have more fun he over did it he felt a slight ping of pain reminding him of how hard they went at it.
How foreign his declaration was to him, he wasn't sure what love truly was. But he was going to venture forth to figure what it meant, as to find his own path of happiness. With a measure of what felt like luck to him he may be able to help 'free' Ashe to what ever was paining her so much. But to do that meant he would have to keep getting closer to her and maybe he would find his answer as well. He would do anything to secure her happiness, and their future. The thought of freeing her filled him up with a shot of determination.
"Hm..?" Was the reaction Ashe got from Wesley, the random question caught him off guard. "Yes... yes I was a virgin and I was happy to lose it to someone as pretty as you." Wesley said with a blush crossing his face. It was a embarrassing thing to answer, but it was her and only her around them so it would not hurt too much. "So... how good was I for my first time if it is okay for me to ask?" He asked her as much of a dumb question it was, he thought he may have heard her tell him while they were at it. But he was not sure and this was one way to pass the time as they made their way to the beach.
Ashe saw a small blush redden his cheeks at her question, but he answered her all the same. His answer was accompanied by another question, this time about his skill.
She could not keep the smile from her face, as had often been her weakness—especially with this one. “Wesley, you...” she began, not quite sure how to word it correctly. There was no way to describe what he had done to her. “It was...the best experience I’ve ever had in bed. You were fantastic.” She gave him a sideways glance. “In fact, suspiciously fantastic, especially for a virgin. How in the world did you do it? You must be a natural.” Another smile, accompanied with a tinge of real happiness. He had been doing this to her more often, she noticed. Making her happy. It was a pure, genuine feeling that she hadn’t felt in years. She wasn’t quite sure how he did it, but it wasn’t a simple question to ask. For now, Ashe decided, it must go unanswered.
All of her thoughts roamed around him. She had so many questions for him, and yet she was sure he would not understand all of them. Would he understand her the way nobody else had? The lack of her feelings, of love for others? It had been blatantly there before, but if she asked him now, he’d certainly think her a fool. Emotions Ashe hadn’t felt in years had overwhelmed her numerous times in the last few hours alone. Just thinking about it stirred up panic in her heart—and it was a very different kind of panic than a few months beforehand, when that other mysterious blonde had saved her from the wild beast. It was...uncertainty. And she found herself abruptly terrified in its wake.
When Wesley heard Ashe's answer he felt happy to have another thing that he was good at as there were not many things he was good at. Her smile made him feel a little at ease. "I do not know how I did it... I wonder if is because I am young." He spoke, seeing another smile grace her face made him feel a little bit more proud that he was making her happy. It was a odd feeling to him. After all the only people he made happy in the past was his family, and the soldiers of his unit when he would save them by some measure.
He wondered if he had anymore questions for her as he started to rack his brain. He had just went AWOL from his unit, considering how a stone tower collapsed on him and no one came to help. He guessed they thought they were all dead or the commander who wanted him dead gave the order not to search it. Either or it did not matter to him now all that mattered was the moment in front of him. Then something clicked inside his brain about Ashe's question earlier. He knew what may have made him so good, but he would not say anything now. It made his heart quiver in a sense at the thought, he really did not want to be put in those situations anymore. Love how funny of a thing to make him feel like this. All things considered he thought it would take him a very long time to fall in love.
He did, after all, deserve to be thanked, regardless of whether Ashe ended up killing him or letting him go. If she could just end him now, her life would be free of all these harrowing feelings. Was this really how it felt to be a normal person? Breakdowns, crises, tears? She knew for certain that normal people did make love without the “love” part of it, so that wasn’t too bad. Or was it?
She dismissed the thoughts from her mind and focused instead on their surroundings to distract herself. They were, after all, quite capable of doing so. The pair’s feet made little noise on the soft ground dirt of the jungle. It smelled of life in here, birds singing and cawing and making all sorts of noises. Under that she could hear the faint buzz of insects, and even quieter, Ashe made out the distant crash of waves on the shore.
She could see the beach now; they were growing closer to it with every step. The waters of their land harbored a beautiful aquamarine hue, and the sun shining onto the sea made it very possible to see through the water, revealing the many coral reefs offshore. Was that a dark blur she spotted on the beach? Could it be Wesley’s associate?
Her curiosity led to her next question. “Who is this dead man to you, Wesley?” Certainly he hadn’t been very attached to him. She wondered who it could be.
Ashe talking broke Wesley out of his deep thought. "Ah, no problem. Next time I will get even better for us." Wesley responded with a smile.
After that he became more alert as he felt he should have been. God only knows if there was someone out here ready to ambush them for whatever reason fit them most likely to turn them in to food. He had neglected how he was trained. He has seen what happens to people who in a area that may not be secure. It was not good; he has seen plenty of dead bodies of soldiers that had let their guard down, their bodies peppered with arrows or slashed open with a blade.
Off in the distance they could see the beach, now would they be lucky or unlucky to catch something or someone there? The color of the water mystified him; though he had seen water plenty of times before. Looks like during his service in the military he had not taken the time to take in the sights before him. When he saw the coral reefs he felt glad that his body was not washed up against them, if he was unlucky that could of been the end of him right then and there him losing consciousness would of been the last thing he ever saw. He would not of been able to have any thoughts before death or been able to resist it. His face had darkened with grimace when he saw the body on the shore, was the body picked clean or was someone ready to ambush them?
Ashe's question broke the silence between them. "He is... well was... my tormentor. He had been trying for a very long time in plotting my demise. He tried various plots, failing to kill me with every single one. The last one made something in me snap." He spoke with a serious look on his face. He took a breath, scratching his head before he continued. "Things had changed, instead of him plotting my demise I plotted his. But I could not do it in the open, he is something we call a noble, someone who was worth more, and had more authority. Had to crawl out of a collapsed stone tower to get him, but sadly the storm deprived me of the kill I had earned." He spoke cutting out a good bit of his life story of it.
"Sorry if I bored you." Wesley spoke as he observed the scene not wanting to go out onto the beach. He was not sure if it was just his imagination, but something seemed off. "Hm..." Wesley muttered, he was feeling paranoid as he eyed the scene. He didn't know much about how the things functioned here, he needed a second opinion.
His sly remark made the corners of her mouth twitch, and she glanced over at him again, unable to refrain from grinning. Oh, the irony! she thought to herself. Ashe still hadn’t decided whether she’d kill him or not, but that comment had tilted the balance in his favor.
As he offered a vague explanation to her last question, she nodded, pretending her curiosity had been sated. Little did he know that her mind was still abuzz with questions for him. What outlandish country could he have been washed up from? Had it been a shipwreck or a natural disaster that swooped him from land? Why had this “noble” ever wanted to kill Wesley?
Such a question, she realized, could be phrased in more innocent terms. “Who would ever want to kill you, Wesley?” she asked him sweetly, stopping to turn and kiss him. “Go on, you’d never bore me. This corpse isn’t waiting on anyone, and it looks fairly intact.” Ashe saw a frown twist his mouth as he glimpsed the body on the shore, but she gently turned his head away from the beach and reached up to kiss him once more, this time for longer. Her heart skipped a beat as they touched, and curiosity hungered inside of her.
Ashe's kiss was a good way to persuade him to go into details for his story. "Well... okay I go into details, but I will keep it short. Anyways I don't know why he hated me so much. I mean he hated all peasants, but he hated me a whole lot more. He had tried many different ways to get me killed. A couple ways was to have me be out in front while scouting, and another was to go grab wounded soldiers while under cannon, and arrow fire. Each way failed to kill me, but the battle for the port was the one that made me snap." Wesley spoke before he scratched his head, thinking of the events made him feel some anger well up inside of him.
"Our orders for that battle was to hold the port so reinforcements, and supplies could come in. I was stationed in a stone tower since I had more experience at long range fire. But instead of detroying the tower, they treid to take it. The battle raged below us on the streets below with them trying to get in as we took our shots. We held out for 3 days before our reinforcements and supplies came in. It took another 2 days to push them out of the port. At that point they gave up on taking the tower and brought siege weapons to destroy it. I asked to have us relocate, but it fell on deaf ears of the noble who was leading us from a good distance away." Wesley spoke before a taking a few breathes as he tried to piece together what he was going to say next. "Then that tower ends up falling on us while most of us were eating inside the tower. When I regained consciousness it took me i don't know how many hours to dig myself out since no one came for us. It was already dark when I dug myself out, then I started planning knowing I only had one night and only one shot. If I got caught then the ending would be death. Thankfully for me the moron noble sent his guards away to secure him some noble class food, I took him then. Then... well next here we are." Wesley spoke finishing his recap knowing it could be a hell of a lot longer.
After that he felt Ashe turn his head before kissing him again, he felt a sense of calm come over him before he kissed her back. The anger he was feeling melted away. Before he looked back out on the beach then looked back at her. "What do you think, think that everything is clear? I could probably drag the body here think you can carry him? Don't want to leave a trail towards the house." He asked her eyeing the beach once more.
Ashe listened carefully as he recounted his backstory, how the unnamed noble had hated him for no reason, how he had been a soldier in the war.
“There’s gotta be a backstory there,” she reasoned after he had told his story. “He must have hated you for some reason. But...I guess we’ll never find out,” she added as their gazes fell on the limp corpse on the sand once more. Ashe regarded him suspiciously. He hadn’t told the whole story, she knew, but it mattered not. He was speaking again.
His next comment made her laugh. “You think too much like a soldier, Wesley. If anyone tries to apprehend us out here, I’ll kill them. Don’t worry.” With that, she confidently strode out onto the sand towards the body. In the space of ten long strides, she was there.
Ashe’s eyes scoured the body as she crouched down next to it. The light of day made it a sad thing, pathetic and human. She smelled it carefully. “Saltwater and rotten flesh, Wesley,” she deduced, rising to turn towards her companion. “No good for eating. Trust me, you won’t like it.” She glanced down at the body again. “However...there still might be some use in your friend there.” An idea was formulating in her mind like a snow-ball might roll down a hill. Ashe had never seen snow firsthand, but Ai had told her stories aplenty about the chilly regions outside of where they lived. She would see it one day, she had promised herself when she was very small. How childish that dream seemed now...
"Yeah who knows, though there was a camp to train us to find what we were good at. Hm... maybe he disliked me because I was better than him with my cross bow. You know how it goes the jealous type." He said jokingly putting out a possibility.
"Yeah I would have to agree. It has been ingrained into my mind a bit more than needed. I trust you in being able to kill them if they try Ashe." He spoke as he watched Ashe move to the body. A second later he followed her out on to the beach after swallowing his paranoia.
His face twisted with disdain when he heard Ashe's verdict. "Tch, how long was I floating out there then?" He spoke with annoyance, until he heard what she had to say next. He could see it in her eyes there was a plan a use for the corpse still. "Hm... Is there any possibility that other people on this island would not know that? Use the body as a lure out in the jungle?" He asked her curiously, wondering what this plan of hers was. If there was a use to get Ashe some additional food for what he had eaten he would be happy.
She smirked. A part of her told her that it would be beneficial if he thought she liked him. The other part was screaming at her to kill him and furiously demanding to know what she thought she was doing, fraternizing with another human.
After she stalked out onto the beach, she saw that Wesley had, in fact, chosen to follow her. Well, at least he's not too terribly craven, she thought dryly to herself. Ashe noticed that he had told her he trusted her. One man's trust is a treasure indeed, Dreke had taught her once. All this time she had been vying for it, but what had she gained after earning it? She could probably manipulate him into doing anything, now.
Taking comfort in that knowledge, Ashe moved on to examine his next words. The curiosity was more than evident in his tone. It was pointless to keep him hanging, so Ashe unsheathed her knife. "It's going to get messy," she warned him. "Don't worry, I won't spoil those nice clothes of yours," she added with a smirk.
The blade was sharp, so Ashe easily sawed through the man's bloodless skin. "The blood has already settled to the bottom of the body, so it's not too messy to cut open the arm," she explained. It was human bone, however, that took on the role of bittersweet opponent. "It hasn't been dead for more than about a day, so all the joints and muscles are still stiff." With effort, though, Ashe was able to disconnect the arm from its shoulder. A satisfying pop rewarded them as she dislocated it.
Ashe displayed the arm to Wesley as if it was a trophy. "Human bone," she said, feeling quite proud, "is very good for weapon-making, and I could use a new knife. Not done yet, though." Using the man's torso as her cutting board, Ashe skinned the bone until the best part of the arm's bones were exposed. "We clean this, carve it up...could be used for a lot of things," she continued, looking at the stained bone thoughtfully. "Here, hold this.' Tossing the bone to Wesley, she continued to decapitate the body, using her knife to rip off the skin and face of the skull until it was in its purest form. Blood and grime still tainted the bone, but that could be easily cleaned. "Skull is good for bowls or cups," she told him, smiling proudly. "Oh, by the way, thank you for this. It's in good hands." Ashe could not help but laugh when she saw Wesley holding the remnants of the man's arm, including his hand. "Quite literally."
Wesley did not really feel anything when he heard Ashe's answer. He quickly figured out what she was going to do after she said it was going to get messy, with that in the back of his mind he knew what she was else she could get from the human body. He chuckled when she said she wouldn't dirty his nice clothes. He watched as she started to saw into the arm, he was fairly surprised the arm didn't run with blood. "Ah, I see well then I don't have to worry about my clothes getting dirty just yet." He replied with a chuckle.
"Yeah, but it only makes it annoying to deal with." He responded with a shrug. The resounding pop did not elicit much of a response from him. After all he had seen men of the empire trying to bury bodies, he had heard cracking, and popping noises plenty. As much as it used to send shivers down his spine he had grown used to the sound. Oh how the horrors of war hardened up his heart.
Wesley smirked at Ashe displaying her trophy. "To think after being away from home for so long I forget how useful bone is... man I must remember home more often." He replied with another chuckle. He watched as Ashe went to work on the body. He nodded his head in agreeance when she talked about a new knife and how useful bone is. Then came the flying arm, another thing that did not spook too much. Then she started working on the skull, peeling away the skin to reveal the white bone. "Now that to talk about it, I see a use for the human skull. Then she thanked him for this it was in good hands, he quickly figured out when she said quite literally. "Heh, you could spook some people with this." He answered raising the hand before looking over to the fort to see if anyone was coming. After seeing no one he returned his gaze to Ashe to watch her work on the rest of the body.
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Ashe smiled to herself as she observed Wesley’s reaction—or rather, lack of one. The horrors of war he must have experienced had completely slipped her mind. Of course he’d be used to popping, scalping, skinning—what else could war entail?
“I admit, I thought you’d be more repulsed,” Ashe told him casually as she severed the final piece of skin from bone. It was a rough job: Tiny patches of skin still clung to the skull, but with a little water and scrubbing, those would come off, and then she’d have a nice clean bowl to work with.
A dry laugh fell from her lips at his last comment. “Most people, certainly, but not you. You’re quite different. Now, let’s go get some food.”
She set off again into the jungle, expecting him to follow once more.
"Heh, I am more repulsed than you give me credit for. If it was me from a year or so back this would definitely give me a jump." Wesley said with a sad chuckle. It would take him some more time to get used to using a skull for a bowl, but he would cross that bridge when he came to it.
"Heh, that is true to a extent. Someone try doing that to me and they may get... you know slashed. As for food lets." Wesley said with a gesture to his tanto before he heard the word food. "Any other good places to get food?" He asked knowing well what they would have to eat. He knew well what they would have to do for it as well.
He followed Ashe into the jungle once more, staying fairly close as to not lose his way to her home, but not far enough if they ran into something of a hostile nature.
She chuckled. “I have a spot. Sure, there’s been a food shortage around these parts, but only when you’re new like yourself. You’re lucky I picked you up.” And you’ll be even luckier if you’re still alive by the time we part ways, she added internally. Ashe still hadn’t decided if she would keep Wesley around or not. On one hand, she had never experienced anything like she had last night in all her living years. That adventure had been...beyond what words could describe. On the other hand, he was dangerous. She hadn’t seen him truly fight yet, but maybe their hunting adventure would bring that side of him out.
“It’s not too far in,” she told him. As they walked, her thoughts returned again to their predicament. The good news was that he trusted her—or at least, she hoped he did. Dreke had once told her that trust could earn a girl many things. Ashe was depending on that saying’s truth.
After a few minutes, the distant sound of a gurgling brook reached her ears. With every step, the noise became louder. “Hush, now,” Ashe whispered. Her feet were silent on the leafy terrain under them. “Look.” Her finger rose and pointed to a stag drinking from the river, statuesque and still.
She handed the bow to him. “Don’t spoil this.” With one shot, she’d hopefully be able to scope his skill and determine further if he posed a threat to her.
"Heh, lucky sure, but lets hope my luck holds out for the hunt." Wesley said with a chuckle. He had to make sure he did not mess this up, he had to make sure this went smoothly. Their joint adventure was something that was something he never expected to go as well as he thought it would. It seemed like that was extraordinary for her, as well as for him. But if he failed then her trying to kill him may come about again. He had to make sure that would not come to pass, he wanted to make this work out with her.
"Right." He said as he walked. The time was coming for him to bring in the animal, hopefully with one shot. All the while his other side was constantly warning him to be very careful, and generally not to screw this up. If this was successful then this could be a beneficial for the both of them.
He could hear water off in the distance and it was getting close. Ashe did not need to tell him twice to not make noise, water would be a place to find something to hunt. His eyes followed her finger to a stag that was drinking at the brook.
She handed him a bow, so he slowly put his cross bow down. "I do not plan to fail at this..." He spoke quietly as he started to draw the bow back. The lung should be a little above the fore leg and a touch behind it near the heart. He steadied his breathing while he took aim. At this range he should be able to hit the lung as long as this bow performs as he hopes it would. If he was off too much he might nick the lung which would be bad. It would be able to get away leaving them without meat. He shook those thoughts from his head, his head needed to be clear for him to perform at his best. He took a couple more steady breaths before pausing in between the last one that moment he took his shot.
It was instantaneous the arrow covered the distance to strike the stag in a moment's notice. It looked like the arrow struck true to where he was aiming. Until the stag started to run. "Did I miss the lung!?" He spoke as he quickly dropped the bow to reach for his crossbow when the stag stumbled. He had his hands on his crossbow as it struggled on the ground. Incase it got up again he would put a second shot into it's lung, but he hoped that it would not be able to. Or if someone else tried to go for it. Besides that the stag will die leaving them precious meat they just need to get back home with it.
max: Boy, the site really went downhill... Surprised you two are still here, but fear not, I have returned!
Jun 6, 2018 22:47:16 GMT -5
snowman: Welcome back.
Jun 6, 2018 23:29:23 GMT -5
max: So anyone got hold of the admin? See if they're willing to transfer control to one of us, unless you two love birds wanna be the only ones on this site
Jun 7, 2018 15:10:00 GMT -5
snowman: Tried a while back when I posted to one of her threads, but hadn't heard anything
Jun 7, 2018 17:29:04 GMT -5
max: Did you try messaging her on Discord?
Jun 7, 2018 17:48:34 GMT -5
snowman: I tagged her I believe correctly and nothing.
Jun 7, 2018 23:53:53 GMT -5
max: Hm, I'll see if I can get a hold of her
Jun 8, 2018 0:05:26 GMT -5
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