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the animal inside
There she is. His beautiful Lady.kneeling before her prized knight fresh from the battlefield. His knuckles bloody, his face smeared with soot from the fires of the battle and the blood of the enemy at the gates, mixing to make a very morbid mud. “My Lady. Rise up and help your knight out of his dingy armour.” “Yes sir. But you shouldn’t speak badly of this suit of armour. It protected your father and his fathers before him.” The noble woman told her fighter. “Plus, shiny armour is for kings who don’t even know how to draw their swords. Armour that is well used is well respected sir.”
The knight smiled slightly. Knowing that his lady still respected him after his long journey and battle. For the time being, she couldn’t see the monster behind his eyes that guaranteed he’d always come home to her.
She removes his sword, placing it on its oil cloth on his paternal shrine, then unfastened his belt and proceeded to remove the rest of his armour. “Now draw me some water and clean the battle off of me” “Yes sir” she said with a smile, knowing with the spark in his eye that even after a long battle and journey back, he still had the energy to take care of his lady. And she relished his strength and control. And it was always better after battle. - 10 Replies
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PapaWolf,
Wow!
If you wrote that I am very impressed. You should continue writing for certain.
Mr Fox
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Mr. Fox.
Yes I did write that. Stuck I a hotel 1200 miles from my lady and my mind unwinding. Lets see if I can do a semi-nightly continuation.
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There they laid in his chambers, her head laying on his chest as she ran her fingers over his scars. Some were more recent and she remembered him staggering back for her soft hands to stitch him up. Others he received long before she was known to him. In the back of her mind she knows he has a wicked past, but she doesn’t let him explain. In her eyes that old life is behind him. Not to mention, the so called monster in him has only reared his head in her defense.
Her knight is sleeping well, thoroughly exhausted from the battle and well satisfied. It gives her time to thank him in her mind for everything. They had been cast out and wandering, find a good keep, only to have those they considered loyal turn and run once the enemy got to the gates. And every time, the monster comes out and fights like a hundred men, allowing a long enough gap in the battle for them to escape.
But to him its wrong. All the men and beast he has slaughtered. What the monster has done when hes necessary to be used. He has sero inhibitions. Zero regrets, and zero guilt about commiting. No nightmares. He sleeps easy with her, his precious Lady, in his arms. And he will destroy and disembowel any one or anything that would attempt to harm her.-
Papawolf,
Have you ever written an entire chapter?
Mr Fox
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No. It just kinda brews in my head while driving. Then whenever im done for the day I’ll type it up and hit post.
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PapaWolf,
Very sincere…
Maybe you should consider a storyline while driving and write an entire chapter…
I know that I would read it.
Best wises,
Mr Fox
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The knight awoke with his Lady moving slightly, a locke of her long, blonde hair tickling his nose. He brushes it off with a slight chuckle. A night without the uneasy sleep of the worry of him on the war path, not able to see the one he protects. With her in his arms, and in his own bed, the sleep is easier. He slowly slips from under her, gently lifting her head and placing it back on the pillow. He gets up, being very careful to not wake her. Once on his feet, he turns to make sure his Lady is still asleep. He gives his hands and bruised face a quick rub to get the blood flowing and the stiffness released. His knuckles crack against the pressure. Even though he’s only in his late twenties, he’s fought more battles and wars than your average grey bearded duke, and his body never hesitates to remind him of that.
He wanders about his keep, checking on the state of the battlements and the few posted sentries. As he wanders, he’s grabbing seemingly random items. An o ring from the hitching post in the marketplace, a few nails from the farrier, rope from the stables, a few arrow heads from the ramparts, a wooden peg from the gear of the portcullis, some leather strips from the tanner, a strip of old net from the fisherman, and a handful of feathers from the butcher.
As he walks about his keep, even with his upbeat demeanor, his subjects smile and give him a wide berth. The few subjects of his lady that have remained loyal love and respect him. His family were legends. His abilities on the battlefield did not originate with him. He is a Lord by birth and marriage, but his family prefers the knighthood over the lordship. His family is renowned for their martial skill, and it has led to them being hunted. Rival lords and kings claimed they were witches and werewolves, juggernauts and berserkers. The servants there of claim that was said because they were not soldiers for hire.
As he wanders back to the Lord’s house, he looks up at the mountain that the keep backs up to, and sees it splotched with white and he smiles. The daffodils are blooming. He binds the supplies that were the focus of this mornings wandering, and places them beneath a rock. He makes his ascent with his knife in his mouth, until he’s at the daffodil patch, and he picks a small bouquet. His lady’s favorite flower. Not set to bloom in the valley for a few more weeks. He makes his way back down the mountain and r returns to his chambers. His lady is not awake yet. He sets the bounds package on the bedside table, places all but two flowers in a vase, and grabs the chicken feather s before he disrobes. He takes those two flowers and removes the petals, sprinkling them around his beloved. He then grabs the handful of feathers, and positions his shoulders at her knees. He blows the feathers at her face. Payback for her hair tickling him awake earlier, and as she startles awake, he dives in face first. -
He doses off with her in his arms several hours later. And in his slumber his only nightmare returns. It’s from when he had first started courting his Lady. His years of wildness and lawlessness still fresh behind him. He left his position of leadership of a particular group of highwaymen and mercenaries to a half crazed lieutenant to be with the Lady. He still feels that this man feels he slighted him, and in the dream, it’s the lieutenant that has bound him in such a way that even the beast cannot break free, and the lieutenant first, then the other 50 or so of the horde have their way with his Lady, forcing him to watch without being able to call to her or let her know he’s there. It tortures him so, that it has become his mission in life to tie up those loose ends. But every time he finds one of his old gang, they’re already dead, with no trace left from the culprit.
Once again he finds himself waking in a cold sweat. He bolts out of bed and runs to check the battlements. Everything’s secure and quiet. He. Tells himself it was just a dream, returns to his quarters, and wraps himself around his lady. As if to protect her from the agents of his dream. -
So this is epic Papawolf! Wow! Thank you for sharing your writings – i had not made it this far in this particular forum…really well done!
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pretty good feather you have there, continue the roll by all means!
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