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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Aug 3, 2011 16:25:10 GMT -5
(OOC: Feel free to come in to do whatever be it deliver news, call him to a meeting, etc. You're character isn't obliged to respond to Korven's antics. It's just the way he is.)
The camp was settling down. The gentle sigh of people stretching and setting down for the night were all around Korven as he marched briskly towards his own tent. There wasn't anything spectacular about Korven's tent beside the sheer amount of people who had been in and out of it. It was made of a light material that would allow keep the warmth in and the cool winter night out. It was also one of the tent's closest to Riverton’s making it easy to shift between the two if there was any sudden news.
Korven wasn't thinking about any of this though. Instead he was thinking of the wrongness of his empty tent. He was used to retiring for the night and coming 'home' to see a warm body comfortable in his furs and waiting for him to join them. Tonight, however, there was no one.
Frowing, the Holdless man sat and roughly began to remove his boots. He hated the big things, but not wearing proper footwear out here was just as dangerous as getting caught naked by those thrice cursed riders and their even fouler mounts. So many innocent things could kill you in the wild. It almost wasn't worth it, almost.
Finally managing to free himself of the confines of his stifling footwear, Korven heard a twig snap near-by and tensed reflexively as the person passed by his tent. The out-lined image produced on his wall was cause by the dying embers of the cooking fire that wasn't very far from his tent, and Korven could make out the rigid posture and weapon of his fellow Holdless. The man was most likely headed off to his post as one of the sentries for the night. It was a shame because Korven knew the man to be a wonderful bed partner.
With a final sigh of resignation, Korven settled into his furs on his back. If someone was going to come to him that night they would not have waited so long. Still, he dozed lightly with one eye lazily watching the still open entrance to his tent.
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Post by Lady Smara on Aug 3, 2011 21:00:52 GMT -5
Sitting at one of the several fires spread throughout camp, Denkin could not help but find amusement as he watched the flexible and slight woman Arvid from a distance. While he could not hear the words she spoke, he was certain that nobody was, in fact, on the other side of the tree. No, she had been sitting there too long now, conversing in a one sided conversation. It amused the giant of a man, but as much as he wanted to interrupt to find out exactly what she was doing, he found himself – possibly for the first time in his life – almost intimidated and hesitant.
It was when the movement at Korven’s tent caught the corner of his eye that Denkin found an idea slowly emerging from his mind. Well, if he wanted her interrupted to explain herself but didn’t want to do it himself, he would find someone else to do it. And who better to interrupt the almost-attractive healing woman than the non-stop flirt Korven? Denkin had witnessed the man even flirt with a runnerbeast – surely he would have no problems flirting with a woman who talked to trees.
Waiting a few moments after the man disappeared into his own tent, Denkin finally rose and made his way that way, not even bothering to see if the man was busy as he pulled open the tent’s cloth flap. Even as the man was third in command around the camp, Denkin did not hesitate to order the smaller man back to his feet.
“Korven!” he snapped as he walked in and right up to the foot of the man’s bed. “Let me see your hands.” He said, lifting his own huge hands into the air between them to show his palms even as he wiggled his fingers slightly. “Come on, I don’t have all day. Your hand’s man.”
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Aug 3, 2011 21:21:03 GMT -5
The sound of thick boots and a heavy tread alerted Korven to the arrival of another Holdless. Korven really hoped they would be willing to play a little before continuing on their merry way. Thoughts of all the things he could do with another warm body filled his mind, and he was slightly disappointed when the huge Denkin marched in. This man was no fun. Denkin never wanted to play or romp or even flirt. The attempts had left Korven with more than one bruise.
Attempting to peer around the bigger man's massive shoulder, Korven willingly leapt to his feet. When he couldn't see anyone from his current position, Korven felt no qualms in striding up to Denkin, bracing his hands on the bigger man's chest and standing on his toes to try and peer more effectively into the dark night.
"There wouldn't happen to be anyone behind you would there. Unless you've changed your mind and do want to have a go with me. I'll be good. I promise."
Korven's seductive eye-brow lift was cut off when Denkin demanded to see his hands? What possible reason would the huge (and sexy) man have that would make him want to see Korven's hands? Was it some new sort of disease? Foreplay? Probably not foreplay since this was Denkin he was thinking about.
Holding out his hands while still managing to remain plastered to Denkin's large body proved to be challenging but where there's a will there's a way, and Korven managed. His hands where large, obviously male, and calloused from years of hard work on both the farm and in the Holdless camps. Korven was actually rather proud of his hands. Someone had once told him that you could read a man's life from his hands, and Korven liked to think he was right. Too bad his hands couldn't tell Denkin how good he was in the furs.
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Post by Lady Smara on Aug 3, 2011 21:45:21 GMT -5
Finding the man almost instantly plastered to him had Denkin closing his eyes and tilting his head back. He would have loved to lift a hand to his face to cover it, but found the man in his way. He should have known better… Taking the distracted, hard-trying man by the shoulders, Denkin pushed him back at arm’s length before catching one of his wrists and lifting the hand a little higher to inspect it. Taking a moment to feign interest, he reached over and patted the smaller man on the chest – probably with much more force than was completely necessary before grabbing the man’s shirt and bodily dragging him from the tent.
“You’ll do just fine.” He said, pushing the tent flap out of the way as he tugged at the smaller man. “Now listen, I’ve got a request to ask. No I’m not returning any favors so don’t ask.”
Pausing by the seat he had originally occupied, Denkin pointed to the slight woman Arvid. She was right where he had left her, still talking to the tree and wonderfully oblivious to the happenings around her – or so Denkin assumed.
“Now just look at how tense Arvid is. I need you to get over there and do what you do best.” He said, though what he really meant was to simply interrupt the conversation she was having with the tree so he wouldn’t have to. “She looks all tense. I think she would love a surprise neck massage.” He suggested, giving the smaller man a wink and praying to the blade on his hip that the man would be his usual horny self and jump at the chance of seducing a woman – or anyone for that matter.
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Aug 3, 2011 22:15:53 GMT -5
Finding himself forcibly dragged out of his tent wasn't very fun, and Korven peevishly rubbed at the throbbing part of his chest as Denkin took him away from the bed and tents. How was he supposed to sleep with Denkin if they left the tent? He may be loose with his partners, but by golly, Korven liked his comfort during his play time.
Denkin came to a sudden stop, and Korven used his ungraceful collision with the larger man's back as an excuse to snuggle close and wrap his arms around those perfectly tapered hips. Denkin's words fell on deaf ears until he heard 'surprise neck massage.' This peaked his interest and he looked over to the woman Denkin was indicating. It was Arvid, and Korven chose to sto looking in favor of burying his face in Denkin's shoulder. Arvid was just as likely to hit him as Denkin, but maybe if he managed to sway Arvid, it would prove to Denkin how good he was.
Still, it had been a frustrating day, and Korven wasn't really in the mood to lead or put any effort into pleasing someone. He wanted a big strong man, shard it! Arvid might fit that role actually.
Looking back over, Korven internally prepared himself to march over there and woo the healer. He just had to work up the nerve to let go of Denkin first. Crossing a cold camp at night wearing nothing but nightclothes was almost as pleasant as stepping on a cold wood floor with warm and cozy toes. This had better be worth it.
Finally steeling his resolve, Korven slipped off Denkin's body and made short work of the distance separating him and Arvid's warmth. Once he was close enough not to be within knife distance but still in hearing range, Korven called out to Arvid in a sing-song voice.
"Fair lady, how would you like a nice massage? I do neck, back, and other!"
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Post by Ise on Aug 4, 2011 21:44:59 GMT -5
Arvid was well aware of the fact that the other Holdless all thought she was crazy. Such things were likely to happen when you talked to things. Most of the time she ignored the whispers and laughter, though she never forgot. The smart ones learned not to mock her if there was a chance she might hear it, the dumb ones tended to die from wounds they got that went untreated. But that never stopped people from being curious.
Tonight Arvid had been distracted by a tree. Trees were always good to speak with, they saw everything that happened inside and outside of the camp. So she had spent the last hour or so discussing what was going on outside of their camp. Her voice was soft to prevent others from ease dropping on her. Not that it would have mattered, she wasn’t speaking anything they would understand, it was a mess of her own gibberish.
The Holdless healer stopped talking and her head rose moments before Korvan spoke up. She turned slowly to face the other man, a slight frown on her face as she tried to figure out why he was suddenly there talking to her when she had been in the middle of something.
“Are you that desperate already Korvan. I’m sure I could find you a log with a hole in it if even the runners are turning down your advances.”
She was about to go back to the tree when she spotted Denkin a few feet back, paying far too much attention to her and Korvan. She scowled a little at the warrior and put her hands on her hips as she stared him down. Denkin was a frightening warrior to watch, but he was thankfully smart as well. Until there was another healer who was as skilled as she was, she didn’t have to fear the massive warrior.
“What are you doing Denkin.”
Her head cocked to the side a bit as if she were listening to something.
“What kind of crap are you trying to put Korvan up to.”
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Post by Lady Smara on Sept 7, 2011 0:24:44 GMT -5
“No crap – I would just rather you hit him for interrupting your conversation than you hitting me.” Denkin replied, the smile obvious on his face. Now that the conversation with the tree was perfectly interrupted, the giant of a man moved forward before taking a seat nearby. “Besides, You say Korven here is desperate for trying to talk you into his tent – but certainly can’t blame him for trying, you’re warmer than a piece of wood, though not by much with that tone of voice.”
Letting out a laugh at his own joke, Denkin looked back up at Korven before pointing to the ground between him and the strange healer. “She’ll let ya sit next to her, don’t let her cold demeanor trick you.”
((GAH! Crap post. T_T Sorry it took me so long.))
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Post by Yuu Kanduet on Oct 17, 2011 21:59:10 GMT -5
Deciding on returning to his previous course of action, Korven stalked over to Denkin with a predatory grin on his face. He knew that there was no way Arvid was letting him close to her, and he hadn't really wanted her in the first place. If Korven was going to work for something, it was going to be a pair of strong hands and a broad chest. Trouble with the Holdless camp was that there were way to many unadventurous men. The women were usually willing for a tumble, but sometimes you just had to have a man.
Slinking an arm around Denkin's neck before the other man could toss him off, Korven jumped up and wrapped his legs around the huge man's waist. His other arm snaked up to join its partner as Korven kept a death grip on his prey. Denkin would have to pry him off with a crowbar if he wanted his hitchhiker off. Of course he could also agree to a night of mind-blowing fun, but Korven wasn't holding his breath on the second option.
"You should loosen up. You're so tense. Maybe you need the massage more than dear Arvid. I would be more than happy to oblige."
Korven's voice was pitched low in a sensuous promise of a good time.
"Arvid, what do you say? In your professional opinion, do you not think this man is in desperate need of some pleasurable relaxation time?"
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Post by Ise on Oct 20, 2011 20:52:23 GMT -5
Humor entered Arvid’s dark gaze as Korven decided to turn his attentions on Denkin. Served the man right. Even if she was the sort of person who could feel pity for someone else, she still wouldn’t have felt it for Denkin. A grin rose to Arvid’s lips, the sort of grin that promised bad things rather then good ones. She ‘hmm’ed a bit as she took a few slow steps around the connected pair, rubbing two fingers along her jaw as she thought.
“In my professional opinion I have to agree. You look so tense Denkin. A massage would be good for you. Since you seem so concerned about him Korven I think you should stay with him. All night. Healers orders.”
She laughed a little as she walked behind Denkin, giving him a demeaning pat on the head.
“Make sure you keep an eye on him Korven, or else I may have to tell Riverton that Denkin is unfit for battle before the next raid.”
That wicked little grin rose to her lips again and she leaned down near Denkin’s ear.
“Don’t try to mess with me Denkin. I am a vindictive and unforgiving woman. Plus, who else are you going to turn to for healing.”
Another little laugh escaped her as she stood back up, the grin gone but a little smirk still on her lips.
“Korven, if you need any sort of tranquilizer just say the word. Of course you seem to like them better when they’re lively.”
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