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Post by RADELLA SYLPH RYME ! on Oct 23, 2009 16:14:48 GMT -5
this one was seasoned, rad mused, because ron knew never to give away emotions or feelings. anything that another could use against you. it was basics, but a test that most failed. check. ron had stood very still through her demonstration, and rad added another point in her head. maybe she should rethink her current position, hmm? ron was obviously not new to the whole being-corned-by-a-sadistic-atra-fae thing, and rad put on a small, thin cloak of caution. the girl sidestepped, hopefully knocking ron off balance a little. gawd, the footing here is terrible. rad's voice was still hard, still devilish. but it turned very...odd when ron refused to go further.
radella stopped, not a deer-in-the-headlights-stop, but a very graduale, very calculating stop. when she finally came to a halt, she turned her whole body to face ron. i'm sorry. obviously, our differences will not be settled...nicely? she was implying this very seriously. atra and argentum could never be trusted together, especially not rad. because rad was bad, and that was that.
she extended an arm, flicking her wrist towards a small path that led the way back to the swamp- suposedly. go ahead, little flea, radella whispered in her mind. can you walk away from me? she knew ron knew that she was in trouble. she also knew that ron knew that ron was probably going to fight back. and she knew that ron knew that rad was...experienced. rad herself had drained the lives of many in her time. you might just call her a trained assassin. she might as well be. but we won't dwell on that now.
she watched her prey with very peculiar eyes. her beautiful body was loose and airy, seeming completely at ease with the situation. but radella was thinking. she was thinking just how easy it would be to kill ron and get out of here. just how easy it would be to drag ron's middle name from her lips. just how easy it would be to break that thin spine...
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 23, 2009 16:34:28 GMT -5
Ronja was stuck, there was no other way to put it. A fight if she stayed, a fight if she tried to leave, she should have just run. Why was she so stupid? She should have fled the moment Rad noticed her, Ronja was fast and eventually they'd have hit her own turf. But now... she was stuck here with this Atra devil and no where to go. If she turned her back she would have no upper hand, and she knew Rad was going to be a difficult opponent.
The Atra fae shifted her feet to knock Ronja off balance, but Ronja was a dancer and she just adjusted her weight, nothing lost. She wasn't going to be take advantage of so easily. She wasn't that young of a fae, about two hundred and so years old, she didn't know exactly off the top of her head. The point was the same, she had no control over this situation but this would not be the end of her if she had anything to say about it.
Too bad it was harder to run backwards, though she could do it. Ronja took one step in the direction they had come. "You could just let me go." Ronja said dismissively. Ronja would not spare Rad if she got the chance to kill her. She wouldn't feel bad about it either. They were at war, and this would be one less Atra, not that Ronja had ever killed anyone before, but she was a good fighter.... probably no match for Rad though, and that's what scared her.
She would have to run.
And without so much as a flicker of warning she took off through the mud toward Kelpie land, she couldn't go quite as fast as she could at home because she did not know the land as well, but she was still quick and she just hoped she'd be ready whenever Rad's body collided with hers, because the Atra would definitely take up chase.
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Post by RADELLA SYLPH RYME ! on Oct 23, 2009 16:54:49 GMT -5
she could tell ron was thinking. but rad was thinking, too. she had already figured out the exact angle she would have to come at to knock the girl off balance, to get her to the ground and pounce. of course, ron would not be easy - but rad was arrogant and skilled enough to assume that she would have the upper hand.
you could just let me go.
hadn't rad already motioned for the girl to go? was that flick of her hand down the path just custom? normal? hmm. ron was obviously more wound up than rad had first assumed. and so she turned her tummy-ometer up to death con two, and watched as ron just broke into a random, quick sprint in the other direction. but rad was ready. instantly, her muscles seemed to unhook, and she sprang like a little leapord into the woods, arms swinging serenly at her sides as she tracked ron.
it was fairly easy, sadly. when the other girl ran, she sprayed mud every which way and left very clear footprints in the mud. rad followed those wrecklessly through the swamp, using trees as support for swinging around tight corners. but rad would not just chase. at a random place, she turned right and headed in a wide arc through the swamp, the trees hissing as she swept by them. she was soon in front of ronja, though way to the right, and she circled so she would intercept directly in the girls path. carefully hidden in the foliage, rad waited.
if her calculations were correct, she would soon hear the breathing and footfalls of ronja as she tore through the undergrowth. rad was currently steadying her own breathing until it became a low whisper barely enough for her own body to hear. her heart thudded dully against her chest. she smoothed back her hair into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. this atra was only 83, yet she had just perfectly cornered and chased a fae that was probably very much older.
the girl adjusted her body so she was coiled tightly against the ground like a snake, her legs under her so she seemed to be squating. but it would work effectively: when ron zoomed by, rad would spring out from the side and knock ron, hopefully, right into the boulder a couple feet away. if she aimed it just right, ron's head would crack off of the boulder and she would be knocked out for a while. and then rad could do a lot of things with her. no, you perves, she wasn't lesbian. but a lot of pain would be involved her. the argentum girl would not be lucky.
i've got a plot in mind, if you wanna hear about it i'll message you. ^^ it involves rad capturing ron, eventually. so if you don't wanna hear it, say so. ^^
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 23, 2009 17:19:30 GMT -5
Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.
Ronja's mind clicked tirelessly, dread building in her body and she was sure Rad would be able to smell it. She had been doing so well too. Dammit. She knew her feet sprayed mud, but there was no way to be fast and yet silent in this terrain, not that she knew how to do anyway, she would be slower by tree. It all looked the same, and slightly familiar, was she getting close to home yet? Kelpie land was about half way, but she hadn't gotten there yet.
Rad had to be tracking her, but she slowed, realizing that the Atra would not follow her directly, if Ronja had been the predator and had the upper hand with the landscape, she would try and corner Rad. So the Argentum fae stopped completely. Rad would be expecting her to run by, but how could she avoid getting caught, just because she went slowly didn't mean she wouldn't get caught. She walked cautiously, avoiding the mud at all costs. She needed a side to hide on, but which side would be safest? Maybe she should head into the trees? Ronja moved carefully over the ground, changing course slightly, staying in the 'woods' to the side of the path back.
Hopefully she could get away for now, or at least a little farther. So far so good, she was very quiet moving at this speed and she just hoped she'd see Rad before Rad saw her.
ooc- I already said this in the cbox, but I'd like to hear your plot first, then decide if I wanna do it or not. So just pm it to me and I'll tell you if I'm in or not =)
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Post by RADELLA SYLPH RYME ! on Oct 23, 2009 19:01:30 GMT -5
hmm. there was a slight complication here. ron had stopped. no, not stopped. slowed down, but was still moving, by the sounds of her footfalls. rad cocked her head to the side, like the predator she was, closing her light eyes and listening intently. she could feel ron's vibrations, hear her breathing. all she was worried about was her plan was failing.
somewhere along the way ron must have realized rad's intent, and was picking her way cautiously through the woods. damn. damn it all. but ron was still far enough away - about 200 yards - that rad could carefully maneuver to her without much difficulty. the fact remained that ron would be more alert in her slower state, not frenzied like she once was. and in effect, ron had turned into the predator also. but rad, hopefully, was much more cunning. this girl was a mouse running through her psychopathic maze. it all made sense to radella. she would get what she wanted.
rad carefully stood, using the dense foliage as protection. ron must be moving somewhere she could have some foothold. maybe the edge of a path, where she could cling to trees? but she would probably want a flat, clear place to sprint away in. so probably the edge of the woods would be rad's best bet. and sure enough, a couple yards away rad stumbled across a large, flat plain, with a trail just inside the woods. keeping to the shadows, rad flitted through the trees, moving quickly yet nearly silently. she had a slight visual now on ron - no, make that a very good visual. rad had come up behind a large mound of wet earth, far enough away that ron would not hear her climb to the top, then slip down to the base and slowly creep towards ron.
of course, ron kept moving, so rad was constantly having to adjust her position to the wandering fae's path. ron was using all her senses; that much was clear. but rad was too. she could almost always tell when ron would turn another way by her body language, the way her back muscles contracted or the way her eyes flickered. rad was very careful to stay out of eyesight - the last thing she needed was ron discovering her too early.
100 yards away now. rad was closing in, watching her prey with an intensity only she could master. her pale fingers clutched at trees as she pulled herself around them, through them, sometimes into them to hide. no more than 50 yards away now, rad was coming up fast. her boots barely making a sound, she avoided squelching mud traps and other varies things that would cause her to be discovered.
right there, her mind breathed. right there, in front of you. and it was true. rad had almost completely come up to ron. just a few more steps - snap! a twig cracked underneath her boot. rad swore silently in her mind, and in a second she knew ron would sprint away. and so rad launched herself at the argentum, using all her body weight to hopefully knock the girl off balance. in the process, she attempted to pin ron's arms behind her back, using her powerful legs to straddle her and squish her, not giving room for movement.
and a sinister smile crept onto rad's face.
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 23, 2009 19:18:45 GMT -5
Ron figured she was doing alright, but she was on high alert, not knowing if Rad was behind her, or in front of her. The thought of being over come by a younger fae and being beaten seemed absurd to her, but she was almost positive that she was the less experienced here, and she would never admit it. Maybe to Nicholas she would, but she had to keep telling herself that she could do this. that she could win. And while her steps were sure, and she knew she was getting closer to home, she still worried.
Rad was smart, and better than she would have thought.
That's when she heard the crack of a twig behind her and knew it could only be one thing. She didn't even look back, so started to run, but she wasn't fast enough, couldn't gain enough speed. Because the next second she was on the ground, arms above her head and Rad's legs around her waist. She kept her muscles loose, something she was learning from Rad actually, tensing wouldn't get her anywhere.
Ronja spat up into Rad's face. She had no adequate words to say here, none of them would have made any difference anyhow. She wasn't sure that she could flip Rad over her, given the way the other girl was pining her hips down, so she didn't try.
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Post by RADELLA SYLPH RYME ! on Oct 24, 2009 7:56:32 GMT -5
radella had ronja.
it was as simple as that. ron went down like a ton of golden-skinned bricks, rad taking the upperhand and pinning her limbs behind her, twisting ron so she was facedown on the ground. ron stayed loose though, but managed to spit at rad. the gunk landed on her chin, and she wiped it off absently. it was irrelevant now. rad was on top.
that was what she had strove for, always. to be the best, to be the most awesome person alive. she knew that could never happen, but pinning ron like this gave rad a sense of confidence that did anything but level the playing field. filling up to the brim with cockiness, rad managed to get ron's arms flat against her sides, and then use her own thighs to pin ron's arms to her body. all the while, she was sitting atop the girl like a carnival ride, smiling coldly as she dug something out of her pants pocket.
one thing she had learned from experience: always carry a weapon. and always carry something to tie someone up with, if only temporary. so rad produced a small, sharp daggar, and placed it between her teeth. the rope she had stored in her pockets wouldn't hold ron, so she glanced around the muck for something useful. oh. yes. that vine would do. yes, fae are strong, but rad was cunning. she bound ron's hands behind her back with the thick vine, intricately weaving it so that even if ron did break free, she would have a few more layers of vine to go through, and by that time rad would be there. yes, rad would have to pick up more decent supplies; vines wouldn't hold a fae long, but they would just long enough.
she could tell ron's brain was working furiously, probably frenzied and scattered, and that made rad only more delighted. she could only imagine what was going through ron's mind. but she knew what was going through her mind. rad was winning. she was 83, probably quite a sight younger than ron, and still had managed to take this argentum lady to such a vulnerable position. rad shook her head of these gloating thoughts and focused on binding ron's ankles, and then standing. ron's wrists were tied, behind her back, and her ankles were, too. she was helpless on the ground. she could not have escaped if she had wanted to; rad knew how to knot rope, and vine wasn't much difference, except it pierced the skin more. hmm.
rad bent down, taking ron and lifting her up slightly, off the ground. she made the girl sit upright against a large trunk, manipulating her body so that she looked as helpless as possible. she put the daggar back into her pocket. gawd, aren't there any more vines around here? rad turned and smiled cheerily at ron, and then reached up into a random tree and produced one - almost as if she had stashed them.
rad, still beaming, tied ron to the tree with the vines, the 'ropes' holding her midsection to the bark and hopefully crushing her wrists behind her. rad allowed space for ron to breathe, but that was all the luxuries she would get.
you might not have noticed by now, but rad was a sadistic, psychopathic fae. i was just letting you know, because in case the whole happy-go-lucky-thing-while-binding-an-innocent-fae-to-a-tree didn't give it away.
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 24, 2009 9:56:38 GMT -5
Ronja tried to squirm away, to pull at the vines as she was bound. But these vines were almost sticky, sharp, and that surprised her, but so did the amount of strength of this young Atra. Why couldn't Ronja over come her? Granted, she'd never been in a fight like this, she was a court lady at Argentum, her fights were always with other ladies, not sadistic bitches, though she had fought enraged men, which felt similar, tho more ego bruising since this was a girl much younger than herself.
Ronja almost succeeded in kicking Rad in the face as the Atra tried to tie her feet, but this girl was quick, not to mention crazy. Ronja was seriously doubting her sanity, either she was crazy or just sadistic and unhinged. And soon enough she found herself tied to a tree, but she refused to look broken. Her eyes were level and calm, as were her lips, watching Rad with trained focus. Her muscles loose. But she uncomfortable and the one time she found real danger, she was unprepared and a mess.
This would break her spirit if she let it. And it was getting hard to think positive. She was a fool really. Nicholas had always seen it, and she hadn't. But this was not over yet. Ronja couldn't really move her hands, but they were out of Rad's line of vision, and slowly she tried to work at the bonds without making it obvious.
Would she get out of here alive?
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Post by RADELLA SYLPH RYME ! on Oct 24, 2009 12:33:47 GMT -5
radella watched ron with a sculpter's glare, as if she was seeing her creation all put together. in essence, this was her creation. the beautiful, crazed atra had let the argentum rat get stuck in the maze, and had made it all the more difficult to escape. rad herself found it fun to watch ron squirm, though ron had clipped her jaw in the process of being tied up. it bruised a tiny bit, sickly against her pale flesh. her fingers touched it like it was foreign, and she winced slightly. hmm. is this what pain felt like?
you might be thinking, fuck, how could rad have NOT felt pain? she had. but rad was more skilled than most. she had acquired, through striving hours of practice, the ability to ignore pain, to put it in a box and forget about it. so right now, she could feel the bruise throbbing, and it interested her. she let it continue to throb, because she wanted to feel it and not block it.
ron must be injured, hmm? at least bruised up, like rad's chin. but as rad watched ron, she could see ron's biceps flexing a bit every couple seconds, even though it was miniscule. even though her face remained calm, rad could clearly see that ron was doing something that involved her hands. was she trying to escape the rope? rad smirked, pushing her brown, curly locks behind her ear. she decided not to say anything. her prisoner could not escape those knots; all her fingernails would have to be pried off first. oh, note to self.
rad busied herself while ron busied herself. though for different reasons. radella spent her time clearing out brush and foliage to make a ring around ron, big enough to fit maybe ten people. she covered the ground in cushiony leaves and then built a fire pit by using her bare hands to dig out the mud to form a hole in the earth. she then found tinder - which albeit was hard since this whole place was a freaking swamp - and placed it in the center. using two flint stones, she lit the tinder aflame.
but radella was smart. she knew the smoke would possibly attract unwanted guests. so she used large tree brances and built a semi-dome over top of the fire, about three feet above it, which directed the smoke to the ground, right in ron's general direction. soon the smoke was rolling across the leaves and hit ron's body, engulfing most of her body in smoke.
hmm. this could possibly be hazardous. rad didn't want ron dead. not yet, anyways. but ron could die from inhaling too much smoke. ron wouldn't sit there all day though. radella wasn't heartless. she would take ron for walks and to get water and food from the forest. rad was psychopathic, crazed and malicious. ron was rad's prisoner, and she would treat ron how she liked. none of it made sense, but it all fit together perfectly in rad's beautiful mind. the beautiful mind of a killer.
radella sat down in front of ron with her hand cupping her chin. she cocked her head, almost dog like, at ron and smiled. a war is coming. none are at peace. so tell me, ronja, and answer honestly - if you don't you will wake up under water - but tell me everything about argentum. i want to know all the shit you can give me, whether you want to or not. and believe me, 'i don't want to' will be a sentence you will neglect to ever say to me, because if you do, you would rather 'want to' than what i will do to you.
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Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 24, 2009 12:49:46 GMT -5
Ronja squirmed, ripping through a layer of vine, but Rad was thorough, there were more layers to come. But Rad couldn't possibly have heard the sound over the sounds of her building a fire. At first, Ronja was sure that rad just planned to set her aflame, burn her against this tree. Against a tree with an Atra again, completely different. Obviously., She had to be more careful. Apollo was bad news by anyone's standards, but Rad... Rad was the reason they were at war. She was a killer, heartless and wild. Ronja had never been for the war until this very moment. Now she wanted them all dead, at least all the one's like Rad, the ones who would never even consider peace.
The fire was lit and Ronja watched as the smoke rolled toward her, a cloud of death. Fae needed a little less oxygen than humans but this would still kill her if she stayed her long enough, she would probably pass out first. This would destroy the wildlife if they kept this up. But she couldn't bring herself to worry about the birds and Kelpie now, her own death was blazing in front of her eyes.
Ronja never broke Rad's half-crazed stare, listening to what she asked. What did Rad expect Ronja to say? For one, she was a Lady, she didn't get that involved, she just lived in the castle, went to the parties, attended the ceremonies. Nothing to tell. she didn't know battle plans, she wasn't a knight. Besides, Rad had the upper hand, did she think Ronja was foolish enough to just say what Rad wanted to hear? She wouldn't be free then either.
"We have never been at peace." She said, and that was true. War wasn't a threat, it was reality. "And I will tell you nothing, not because I don't want to, because telling you might save my life, but my court is worth more than my life. And you can go to hell Rad, you don't scare me." And you know, Rad didn't scare her, it was just what she was capable of that scared her. But no fear came out in her voice.
Smoke was starting to fill her nose, sting her eyes, but she didn't blink. She would not die today. Ronja simply refused to go out this way.
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