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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As she handed him the bow, Ashe sensed the tension in his body movements. This was his defining moment.
Wesley put aside his crossbow. Anyone could use a crossbow, really---its power was adequate for a ranged weapon, and it required almost no skill to use. She had pushed her longbow upon him, however, to determine his strengths as a warrior and his physical strength in general. He was strong, she knew---that much he had proved during their scuffle. All the same, this new information could not hurt.
Time slowed as he drew back the bow. His form was good, she noted; not perfect, but the longbow was not his weapon of choice. As her eyes flicked to his, Ashe noticed the intense concentration in his gaze. His breathing was slow, steady, focused. A good hunter, she decided. Both of animals and of men. And then he released.
The arrow covered the distance between them and the stag in the blink of an eye. It caught the creature just behind his foreleg, piercing his lung. The stag released a piteous cry of pain, but as he fought for his life, he began to run. His breathing labored, and he was only able to travel a meter or so before his knees collapsed under him. Wesley's cry of worry came from very far away. She saw the horrible pain in the stag's eyes. She could not let this go on for any longer.
Within a moment, the longbow was in her hands again, and she had nocked another arrow. Not a second later, her arrow had pierced the stag's heart, ending his misery. Ashe released a long sigh. He was in a better place now---or at least, she hoped.
A few long strides and she had crossed the river. Bending down beside the stag, she took a moment to appreciate what a beautiful creature he was. His eyes, now glassy with death, were a deep amber, full of the peace and serenity he had brought the forest. "What a waste," Ashe whispered as she closed his eyes with the tips of her fingers. She turned to Wesley. "Help me carry it back, and we'll butcher it there."
Wesley let out a sigh of relief when they secured the kill of the stag. He was surprised he could still use a bow, he thought that his skill had rusted fully. He was thankful that it had not rusted all too much. Then Ashe finished off the stag. He could see why she did, it was in pain so she ended it's suffering. "Better than it dying slowly." He spoke to himself as he followed Ashe across the river.
It was a beautiful stag, he hated to kill it, but he needed to get food to pay Ashe back for what he ate. Not to mention he hoped he earned her trust as well along with hopefully her not trying to kill him now, but he had to stay aware all the same. "Got it" He answered her as he shifted around it to lift with his uninjured right side and reduce the amount of stress on his left side. He did not say anything when he caught Ashe closing the stag's eyes, he thought it was better not to talk to her about it.
He lifted the back side of the stag up off the ground placing it on his right shoulder. He used his left arm to steady the stag. Now they just had to get their kill back to Ashe's home. Hope they could get back home without any issues. He could easily solve that issue with one shot from his crossbow. That is if there was only one person that came at them.
There was plenty of risk of ambush if it is like how Ashe had put it. How she said there was not much game out here because it was over hunted. Which only meant there was more humans here than what could be sustained. That was a little worrying for him. It meant there could be plenty of fighting for food. Or quite a few people turning to cannibalism. Oh yes, there could be plenty of danger out here. "Let's get back quickly." He spoke to Ashe signaling he was ready to go.
As Wesley heaved the stag's back legs onto his shoulder, Ashe remembered his wounds. The wounds she had given him. She would have to check on them for him when they got back. Her heartbeat increased a little as her thoughts lingered to the sight of him shirtless. You whore, she thought, rebuking herself. But she brushed the thought away. "How's your shoulder? And your arm?" Ashe noticed the absence of care in her own heart as she asked the question. Out of mere curiosity, and not for the first time, she wondered why.
In turn, she lifted the head and forelegs of the stag onto her own shoulder. It was a fat, heavy beast; not an easy prize to carry, but Wesley's help lessened the load. She began walking back towards the site of her lean-to, trusting Wesley to follow again. This area had been Ashe's territory for several years now---it had taken her some time to settle in and clear the area of potential threats---but finally, she had moved in and claimed it as her own. She knew it like the back of her right hand these days, and it was a definite advantage. That was how she had found Wesley, after all. Most of the other castaways who had turned up on the beach stayed well away from her beach, learning it was hers from...previous experiences. The thought made her smile.
Wesley grimaced a little when he felt some pain on his left arm. He knew it would hurt and that it would hurt for the next month or so afterwards. "Both of them hurt and will hurt for quite awhile, will not be able to put much weight on either for I don't know maybe a few weeks." He answered simply as he ignored the pain from his left side. "Don't worry I will be able to carry things with them in due time. Until then I will help with what I can." He finished as he held the stag up on his opposite shoulder.
He watched as she picked up the stag from the other side which alleviated some stress on his left arm. As long as neither of them lost their grasp on the stag everything would be okay. His thoughts wondered off a little bit to how long has she been in this location and how she had secured it. His attention was snapped away the moment he heard movement on Ashe's end. Now for their trek home to butcher the animal they hunted. But their kill would not be secured until they got it back to Ashe's home.
Ashe nodded. "I'll check on them for you when we get back," she offered.
They walked most of the way in silence. There seemed nothing to be said. Their footsteps crackled softly on the leafy cover of the forest floor. It was a serene, peaceful sound. Ashe loved the forest. It was a place where she could get away from getting away. She felt surrounded in the forest, and at the same time more alone than she had ever been. Ashe drew a certain comfort from the feeling that any other place could not hope to replicate. The gentle gurgle of the stream, the faraway crash of waves on the sand, and birds. So many songs, mingling together to form a symphony of music. Then, if you really sat and listened, you could hear other little scavengers---raccoons, squirrels, the like. It was unique, irreplaceable. She valued it more than anything in the world.
Sometimes, when she was feeling particularly close to insanity---which was beginning to happen more often---she would try, if it was not already too late, to salvage herself by coming here. It always worked.
As they continued, she passed her stabbing tree, giant and lumbering. It bore the scars of several deep wounds, inflicted by her in angry moments. All of it went to show that the forest was her friend, and she loved it like one, too.
Quicker than she anticipated, they were approaching her lean-to. Pushing her reverie aside, Ashe walked with Wesley over to the bed. With her foot, she shoved the bloodstained, dirty blankets aside. "All right, lower him onto the stone," she directed, beginning to set her end down.
"Okay, thank you." Wesley accepted Ashe's offer. It would be one less thing he would have to worry about, it was not something he could exactly check himself.
They got a long moment of silence as they walked back to her home. He listened to the rhythm of their footsteps crossing over the leaf covered floor. This was not home, but he did feel at home in the forest. He did not realize that he had missed nature, his first home before he got conscripted into the military. He felt himself calming down as they walked on, the sounds of the birds, animals, and running water further drove that calm.
As they walked eventually they came upon a large tree that had a lot of cuts in it. It only made him wonder if Ashe used that tree to practice on. It would have to ask that question later.
They had arrived back to her home a lot quicker than he had expected. They entered her home, she led him over to the bed, kicking away the bloodstained blankets from earlier and the day before. "Got it." He answered as he matched Ashe's movements lowering the stag down on to the stone.
It took the best part of half an hour, but Ashe was able to butcher the deer with relative success. The skin and attached fur she hung on a conveniently horizontal tree branch a few steps away. They were left with the meat and bones, ready to cook.
She arranged the best pieces on a spit not too far away over a fire, which she started quickly. This was second-nature to her. It was the only way to survive, and she had learned rapidly. The alternative was death.
After all was said and done, and Ashe had washed the last smears of blood and juices from her palms, she turned to Wesley, her lips bent in a satisfied smile. The entire ordeal had taken no more than an hour. She was, to say the least, pleased. "Thanks for all your help," she told him, her voice curiously devoid of the gratuity she had meant to inject it with. The roast was just beginning to emit a beautiful scent; musky, rich, blooded, warm. "We'll need to fend off wolves and the like meaning to steal our prize, so keep an eye out.
"The skin we'll need to take to the river and wash after the meat's done. It could make decent clothes. Have you still got the bones of your friend?" she asked him as she took out the skull from a good-sized pocket she had sewn into her clothes.
It did not take long for Ashe to butcher the stag, to him she did a good job of it. It's skin hung from a tree branch close by mere steps away. The meat and usable bones were all that was left in front of them.
The best cuts of meat was arranged on spits around a fire to cook. It'll take some time for the meat to cook, but then at least the meat would stay good for a little longer. That and the fire brought them some warmth, something vital if it was cold out. Unless one wants to freeze to death.
Wesley watched as Ashe cleaned her hands of the blood and juices from the stag. Her smile when she turned told him that she was happy at the job she did; though he could of swore he felt shivers go down his spine. "Yeah no problem." He spoke as a rich scent hit his nose from the meat. "They can try, but there is no way I will let them have it. But if they do our reward will be their bones and teeth." He answered her as his he focused on the sounds around him, his eyes shifting left and right.
"Hm? Ah right. Need a ha-" Was all that Wesley could get out as he took out a forearm that was missing it's hand. He knew that it must have fell off inside the bag. A eerie silence came over him before he spoke again. "Well... yeah... that ruined that. Anyways I need to hand it to you with how skillfully you worked." He said fitting in a pun after the previous joke fell apart, hoping to hear her laugh.
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Ashe couldn’t help but smirk at his bad puns. “You’re hilarious. Find me the rest of it, won’t you?” she asked him offhandedly as she took the arm from him. The bloodstained bones were already beginning to reek.
Ashe set the skull and arm down on her little table. The sun was high, and the day was relatively warm. Taking up residence by the ocean meant a cool breeze off the sea in the early afternoon, and the jungle itself was not often cold. The day, she decided, was a fine one.
“Here, never mind that. Take off your shirt. I’ll check your cuts.” Ashe began rummaging in the compartment hidden in the stone. She took out a slice of a thick, green leaf and some fabric she had stolen from the Moon Clanners. Hopefully, it would suffice for Wesley’s wounds.
"Hehe, yeah I know the rest is in here somewhere. One moment." Wesley spoke with a small grin. Well what could he say he got a small grin out of it, hopefully he helped take her mind off the earlier fact of their... hostile transgression.
Wesley put the rest of the bones on the table, reuniting the rest of the skeletal frame. So far the day went well, if there were not things out to kill him he would lay down to enjoy the sun and the weather for a while. But there would be a lot of problem that needed to be dealt with if he ever wanted to do so.
"Hm? Ah okay." Wesley said as he took off his shirt, wincing ever so slightly when the shirt rubbed against his wounded shoulder a bit harsher than if he would have taken it slow. "This thick green leaf will help with the cut on my shoulder?" He asked with wonder. He just wanted to know so he could try to remember the shape and color of the thick leaf for future reference.
"Forgot one thing." Ashe dug out a leather cannister of water and emptied its contents onto Wesley's wounds, washing away the dirt and sweat that had collected. Capping the canteen, she gently pressed the thin end of the leaf and a bit of the gel-like inside squeezed out onto her palm. She spread the gel onto his chest and forearm with gentle fingers. Why so gentle, Ashe? a voice inside her head asked. Or don't you want to hear him scream?
Ashe pushed the thought away and turned her attention to the stolen cloth. She picked up a knife, cut a strip of the fabric long enough for the open flap of skin on Wesley's forearm, and tied it securely around his arm. Her movements were deft and long-practiced. It felt strange to perform them on another person. She had never had anyone to heal in the past; usually, she had done the opposite.
As she replaced the items, Ashe returned to Wesley's inquiry. "That'll keep it clean and accelerate healing. The wrap will do the same. I don't think I could get it to fit around your shoulder; the wound's just in the wrong place." Funny how you meant to stab him exactly there, a voice reminded her. She mentally flicked it away.
The sun was high in the sky and golden light danced in Wesley's hair, highlighting his clear skin and sharp features. Her eyes roved over his chest and abdomen, and for a second she did nothing but watch his chest rise and fall. "Why are you so fucking beautiful?" she murmured softly, warmth for him stirring within her. She neared him, and suddenly her hands were on his chest again, light as a cat. She reached up and kissed him softly, running her hands through his golden hair. He was a couple inches taller than Ashe was, but for some reason, she didn't mind.
When their lips parted, she laughed quietly to herself and just smiled at him. His beauty left her wordless. For once, she didn't understand how he could just be a product of nature. He looked chiseled in stone, too perfect to be true. She loved that about him.
Welsey felt himself jump a little bit, he was not expecting Ashe to dump water on his wounds. She must have been washing away dirt, sweat, and whatever else that could gotten in his wounds. Afterwards he felt her light touch, feeling something being rubbed on him. He was left wondering if what it was, was from the leaf that she brought out? He did not know what that leaf had, but if he had to guess it was something to help heal his injuries. One other thing to be thankful for was that she was being gentle all the while.
She continued to work on him by wrapping a strip a cloth around his arm. Her movements looked like they were of someone that has done this for a long time. "Thanks Ashe, hopefully this will heal quickly so I can help you a lot more. I figured that about my shoulder so don't worry." Wesley spoke; he was thankful that she fixed him up the best she could.
Ashe's question took him by surprise by a little. "I don't know, but I could ask you the same thing easily." He answered her as his eyes roamed her body as she neared him. Her hands lightly pressed up against him she kissed him while running her fingers through his hair. Once their lips separated he responded in kind giving her a smile before returning her kiss. Once their lips departed again his smile grew once more, he had her captivated and she had him captivated as well. "So... what's next on the list?" He asked her wondering if they had to go check something again or if they were going laze about here.
After their lips had parted for the second time, she could not hold back a broad grin. It was good to be loved, and she realized that she liked it. It made her feel wanted, something she had not often felt.
The moment of lightness was still warm in her chest when he posed another question. "List?" she repeated. For a moment, time had stood still, but it hadn't taken long for it to resume itself again. "I suppose we should eat." She looked pointedly towards the meat, roasting over a roaring fire not more than few paces away. Ashe recalled when she had made that fire-pit from stones gathered by the shore. It seemed like it had been only yesterday, but she knew it had truly been months. "It'll be ready to eat soon," she told him, redirecting her gaze towards him. "No more than a few minutes, I'd say."
She paused, searching her brain for more ideas. "I sometimes take walks along the shore and look for anyone I can kill. That's how I found you." Ashe smiled at him, remembering the moment in her mind's eye. "I watched you for the longest time. I was sure you weren't dead---you just needed a moment. There was just...something about you." She realized that she was staring at him silently and diverted her gaze. "I also have a tree that I shoot arrows at. For practice, you know. It's your call, really, but the meat'll be done presently."
Wesley's stomach growled when Ashe said they should eat. He felt a light red blush come over his face. "Ahem, I think my stomach agrees with you there." He spoke to Ashe after clearing his throat, a light red blush still painted across his face. "Been a while since I last had deer I can't wait." He spoke again; every place he was deployed lacked deer or they had run away. His stomach grumbled again, if it smelled any better than roasting deer he would probably be drooling uncontrollably or something.
"Heh, thankfully you did not shoot me with that bow of yours. Else we would not of gotten to know each other like this, it would have been in a much different way." He answered her before returning her smile. He listened to her talk about how she watched him for the longest time. "Personally speaking when I got caught in that storm I did not think I would make it, but because of it I would have never landed here." He spoke realizing she was watching him for a short amount of time before diverting her gaze. He paid that no heed as he tossed that out as her getting slightly embarrassed.
"Thanks for the offer, I will take it. I need to get my rusty skill with a bow polished up again." Wesley spoke before walking over to the cooking meat.
Ashe smiled at his lighthearted tone and noticed the color spreading across his cheeks. She wondered if he truly had feelings for her. If he did, it wouldn't change much; she was just curious.
He mentioned how he was lucky that he hadn't been a victim of her arrows. She made a noise of agreement, chuckling. "Funny how life can turn around just like that, isn't it?" she asked, not really wanting an answer. Wesley walked towards the fire and the meat, the juices spitting energetically. She looked the meat up and down. It was cooked enough to eat, she supposed.
Ashe dug out another canteen of water from the compartment in the stone and emptied its contents onto the fire. The flames sputtered and died in a matter of seconds. As smoke rose from the ashes, she crossed the distance between the fire and her bed again, this time unearthing two relatively clean flat stone tablets and what she supposed was her sharpest knife, after a moment of judgement. "It just so happens that I made two of these," she told him, waving the tablets as she walked back. "I guess I thought I'd have company one day."
She handed him a stone and began slicing off a chunk of the thigh. The meat was relatively tender, and it fell with ease onto Ashe's waiting plate. She took the empty stone from him, gave him the plate with meat, and cut off another slice for herself. "You'll have to eat with your hands. I'm afraid I don't have any of those fancy utensils you read about in the books." She wondered if they ate with utensils on a daily basis where Wesley came from. Even when she had been growing up under Ai's roof, they had only dreamed about using forks and knives.
Her stomach reminded her of the matter at hand with a prominent growl, and she bit into the slice of deer, unfortunately dry and tasteless. "Oh, this is not my best work," she told Wesley between bites, only half-joking. "I have to apologize."
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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