Topic: The Huntsman

Sefron Gage

Date: 2008-05-17 22:32 EST
After the hunt, he had left the woman to the woods.

He could recall an age when women did not pick up a blade or stand their ground at the other end of blade or arrow. Though he'd found himself pleasantly surprised that the woman in the tree hadn't been frightened, it hadn't settled well completely because of it.

The horse in his pasture grazed while Sefron worked at opening the stag. He had removed his cloak and now worked in his plain leather vest to keep from ruining any of his tunics with the blood of the animal he'd taken down with one of his arrows.

While he worked the skin and fur back from the flesh and bones of the deer, he was careful not to waste much of anything of the beast. And his thoughts were on those he had spoken to over the last couple of months.

The girl in the Greath Hall took a spot in his thoughts and he miscut a nice portion of meat. Muttering a curse under his breath, he shook his head. He was not the sort to own another person, but the girl seemed to have needed protection. While he wondered how she and the one who had been in the tree were doing, he also thought of his sister. They were a mix of thoughts, but taken one stride while he worked at the meet and fur on the animal in the yard of the simple house.

His home was stone, wood, and thatch with only two true rooms. From its fireplace stack smoke drifted up to the sky. It would be raining soon with the smell of it on the wind and clouds darkening. He'd make another trip into town, whatever the weather. Though he liked his time alone, speaking to other people was welcome. More than welcome, he thought. It was necessary so not to take on to many habits of a hermit.

Celest

Date: 2008-05-18 05:18 EST
With him not around she had grown ever more elusive, keeping from dark gazes that would return her to the cold embrace of steel. And in doing so she had kept under the radar until she had been lost from it completely. Feeling safe to venture out once again it was her intentions to 'bump into the one she so fondly called 'The huntsman'.

The hall, where they had first met, was frequently occupied by her in attempt to wait him out. The hall that seemed to be their 'meeting place'. And their newer meeting place being the Tea House which she slipped into to simply get out of the rain. And fate's funny hand had him following later in the evening to find her. A meeting she was gleeful of. Yet his trip to the city and their encounter was shortened by the thieving nexus, stealing him away after they had not seen each other after such a long period. She found herself actually cursing the nexus as it stole him from her. It was his disappearance that coaxed her out to find his home. To see him out..

To her he was different, like no man she had met before. What left her uneasy was the fact she could not place her slender finger to what it was that drew her so much to him. Much like a moth to a flame. Maybe it was the way he carried himself - Free like a eagle on the wind. So worldly and yet so gentle in his touch. Or perhaps it was the way he looked upon her. Appreciative of her looks and wit yet not wanting to claim her as property. Or maybe..

Bare feet caressed the grass in sweet touch of movement as the 'moth' neared the 'flame's' home. Normal ghostly steps carried her ever closer to the semi-familiar building that was his home. Unlike normal, however, there were no bells clinging to her wrist and ankles. Oh no. Those had been sold away in order to pay for what now rested against her supple hip in a fine case of oak wood.

Ah but a story for another time.

Steps slowed as slender fingers crept to her long auburn locks, curling and tempting the silken strains behind the bend of her rounded ear. Sapphires caught sight of crimson across the grass. Her dear huntsman had been quite a busy bee and this brought a charming smile to her full, lush lips. But her mind focused to the reason why she was there, steps bringing her forth once again, this time carrying her to the front of the home. Turning on the balls of her heels she rested her shapely rear to the building's side followed by slender, bare shoulders and back. She would wait there as long as she must if not just to speak with him briefly.

Sefron Gage

Date: 2008-07-23 23:32 EST
So deep in his thoughts and the lack of those musical bells was enough to catch him offguard.

He was dunking his blood soaked hands into a bucket of water when something was seen in his periphereal. As he stood the water dripped from his hands without attention to them.

"Celes."

A look panned the area, the immediate yard and that beyond them both before sweeping a slow look back to her. Her shape was enough to lure a gaze from any many; he had no doubt of that.

"You are a welcome sight to these eyes." It was as close to a silver tongued compliment he could gather to give her, though he decidedly lacked in the talent of giving too much lace to whatever he said; leaving it plain but carefully and evenly handed.

When he realized the mess and the water dripping still from his hands, he wiped them against the legs of his britches. "I see you have found me. Too long from the town proper. You will forgive me, hmm?"

Another look about to the blood soaked ground had him reaching for the pail of water and pouring it to the dirt and a couple of large stepping stones that came in useful when the yard was nothing but muddy in the Spring.

Sefron cleared his throat and put the bucket aside. The meat was gathered up, enough for an armload of it, and left the skins over a fashioned long-length pole of a hitching post.

"You are welcome to come in out of the heat. The meat needs to be put away before there's a chance for it spoiling." Eyes narrowed on her, curiously, and made his way into the two-roomed dwelling.

Celest

Date: 2008-08-22 16:39 EST
Mirth danced in crystal sapphires as the huntsman seemed to hurry in attempt to clean up his bloody mess. Even a soft wisp of a laugh danced from her parted lips and how quickly those lush tiers flourished in a dazzling smile at his 'silver-tongued' compliment. "You are sweet my dear huntsman. Is it the hunt that keeps you from the wilds of town?" The question was made with a sweep of her head, threads of auburn hair sliding along her bare flesh as she observed his cleaning ritual. She gave no answer to if she forgave him or not, striking gaze focused the man attempting to hide the vital from both himself and the area. The focus soon settled and remained on the crimson mud, leveling there a bit longer then normal as if in a state of remembrance.

Dark lashes fluttered as she blinked several times, forcing the memories aside in refusal to let them spoil her time. It was by this time she realized he had moved towards the entrance of his abode. Gaze following as he slipped by, hidden well by those thick lashes. Celes wanted to assist him but knew all too well he more then likely wouldn't hear of it. As the huntsman slipped within there was a small shift of body, as if scratching her back against the wall, until finally she pushed off and followed after him. There was a brief moment that those dainty feet ceased at the threshold, gaze lifting to observe the interior of the home.

Creamy flesh of her jaw tightened then relaxed. This done several times before she slipped within, slender hands lifting to tuck her hair from her delicate curved features. "Sefron..may I assist you?" Was finally asked as the first step within was taken. Slowly but surely she followed in his wake and although she wanted to speak to him on something else she decided to leave it for now. Maybe it was because there was a fear to his reaction. Or maybe she was just a touch nervous. Just a little.