1. Welcome to Black Dahlia, an adult 18+ roleplaying and writing forum! Don't forget to vote daily for BDRP! The more you vote, the more awesome writers find BDRP, so vote each day! Click here to vote on Top RP Sites and here to vote on Top Site List.

 Female x Male The Warrior and the Wicked Witch (Wendium x Fatal Nymph)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Wendium, Apr 3, 2018.

  1. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

    Messages:
    745
    Local Time:
    12:04 AM
    Players: @Wendium & @Fatal Nymph
    Tags: MxF, hyperviolence, magic

    There was always a war somewhere in the known world. Kings and Queens fought over land, metal, food, water, gods, it never really mattered, it always happened. Men died by the scores and were trained from birth to do so.

    He was no exception.

    Takaras was born for such a purpose, he'd trained for it and even won three campaigns so far with no injury that would get him killed by his masters for being dead weight. At six feet tall, his dark-haired, bronzed body had a handful of scars, more from training than actual battle, his leather and steel armor well worn and dented and at covered in his enemy's blood.

    He'd started with a simple peasant's sword, the standard issue weapon of his village. A lucky tavern brawl had him bring down an officer belonging to a neighboring village and from there, acquired his sword, an impossibly-sharp, indestructible blade that was faster than any other. He'd become the most successful fighter in a hundred miles in every direction and the boisterous reputation to go with it. And he was finally up against an even match.

    Swords flashed at blinding speed, feet moved almost as fast. Each blade strike, every parry sending sparks flying. Twho ancient trees were felled by their blades slicing through their mighty trunks with their combined rage. And then in a fraction of a second, it was over. He's sliced through his enemy's middle, causing the man's guts to spill out onto the ground and his torso tumble to the ground. But in hat second he sustained his own mortal wound.

    His chest was slashed diagonally from left shoulder to belly. It wasn't a deep wound, nor one that broke bone, for the sword had sliced through leather and steel first, but it was more than enough for him to die from his wounds within an hour.

    He wept, he screamed, not in victory, but pain as he hit the ground, panting. He'd depleted himself killing the enemy, but had finally met his maker...
     
    • Like Like x 1
  2. Fatal Nymph

    Fatal Nymph Wild Member Member

    Messages:
    73
    Local Time:
    9:04 PM
    Alice was born a witch, she was wanted by all, coveted and even treasured. Though it wasn't a life of luxury, in fact, her life was like that of a warrior. She was made to remember old spells, learn new ones, even at the expense of her own life. She was put together with a couple others and this was how she learned not to make the same mistakes and when it finally came down to just her, the torture wasn't over. This small 5-foot tall woman had to learn to defend and cast. This was hell in itself. To save your own life so that you could save many and still eat away at your own life.

    After learning to stay alive, the vibrant red-headed woman found herself on battlefields, too many to want to count. From there she somehow managed to sneak away. Her encampment had been all but slaughtered, and her sentence would have been death anyways. Alice managed to make a life for herself alone and in the wilderness. Peaceful and quiet, well until an ungodly ruckus arose one day.

    Curious and slightly fearful of whom it might be, she watched from the sidelines. Her eyes scanned the fight, watching the two males take it out upon each other. Finally, a victor emerged, though his victory sealed his own fate. The toned woman walked forward, her hood barely hiding her red hair, her eyes aglow in an eerie blue color. Her robes and dress all tattered but somehow it looked fitting for her. She reached out to the male, a herb in hand, as words began to spill forth in a familiar but unknown language. The herb slowly blurred out of existence, and her fingers touched his wound itself, following the open wound. Warmth would flood his body as it knitted itself back together and things healed, the feeling probably a bit uncomfortable.

    Her hand moved away, and to his face, touching his jaw, looking straight into his eyes, as if seeing something he could never see. With a loud audible sigh, the female moved to the males side and slipped a delicate hand around his waist, and actually hefted the male to his feet, "I can only support you so much, walk with me." She cautiously moved forward, he would need rest and warmth. If Alice felt kind enough she would restore his health a little faster than that.
     
    • Like Like x 1
  3. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

    Messages:
    745
    Local Time:
    12:04 AM
    As the darkness was about to take him he heard the words of his old swordmaster echo in his ear. "What do we say to death?" he'd said time and time again.

    Takaras gasped, delirious as the blurred figure and two blue lights in the darkness approached him. Then the numbness in his chest faded as the herb worked its magic.
    Still in shock, the blurr grabbed him and his body was twisted. Carried. His senses confused as if he didn't know which way was up.

    He heard a musical voice speak. An angel of death?" "Walk with me."

    He realized he was upright and walking, barely, "N-not today," he said aloud, finishing the call and response that had started in his head before the angel appeared. "Not today," he muttered. "Not. Death. Today," he still staggered forward, one foot achingly in front of the other. One hand clung to his sword, the deathgrip letting the indestructable, untarnishable blade's tip drag on the ground, its shaft coated in the crimson of his fallen foe.
     
  4. Fatal Nymph

    Fatal Nymph Wild Member Member

    Messages:
    73
    Local Time:
    9:04 PM
    His manner was that of delirium, but at least he was somewhat helping her. Her muscles flexed and moved beneath her skin, it had been a bit since needing to work like this. Her breathing steady and calm. His words were heard but she chose to ignore them, he was lucky that it wasn't much further along. Her steps heavy, breaking leaves, flowers, sticks, and anything else getting underfoot. Later she would need to clean up that trail so no-one else could find her and her new companion for the moment. The poor male looked like death warmed over.

    Her hair was starting to get in her face, as she had used herself as basically a support and had her face against this males side. Luckily no-one else was around to see this laughable scene. If on a battlefield, a mockery of her name would have started, even though everyone knew they were never meant to be used in such a way. A small grunt could be heard, and it took Alice a moment to realize that it hadn't come from either her or the male crushed up against her. She stopped, adjusted the male at her side. One hand gripped him close, she moved his arm behind her body so his hand touched her back. Her free hand froze with her hand in a pouch. Her eyes scanned the scenery before her. Her eyes adjusting to what was nature, animal, natural and different. There.

    A moment so minute, one might have assumed a shadow. But she had been taught to look at the whole and predict, make sure her side won at all costs if not it was her at fault. That was something to live for right? The shadow was moving too fast, Alice had no time to put the male down at her side, her hand rifled through the pouch and found the right texture beneath her fingers. By this time her eyes were looking straight at this behemoth of a male. Well perhaps not compared to the one she was holding but he was well built as well. Seemed angry, upset, in want. Perhaps this was her over thinking but it told her volumes. It meant he wouldn't be talked down, if insistent enough it would force her hand, and she would need to use something fast and strong. All this information simply from watching the male.

    Her eyes glowed blue, her red hair a mess and the hood keeping it all contained, it was obvious she was ready for a fight. "I am not looking for a fight, leave." She would only warn him once.
     
    • Like Like x 1
  5. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

    Messages:
    745
    Local Time:
    12:04 AM
    The ruffian was indeed shorter than the man at the woman's side but looked like he'd been in rougher fights. He stood with his hand on the hilt of a half-rusted sword and snarled, his eyes fixed on the much nicer-looking sword the man at her side carried.
    "I'll take that sword off your man's hands, pretty thing," he spat out, "give it over or I'll take it out on your ass."

    Takaras was vaguely aware of what was happening, his delirium slowly clearing, but not fast enough. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword and his weight shifted dangerously away from his savior and stumbled away, trying to bring his sword up to ward the man off. He ended up making it worse.

    The ruffian drew his sword and lunged at Takaras, his blade low. He kicked Takaras' feet out from under him and pulled the old rusty blade around, ready for the kill. "I'll take that!" he mused, hovering over the again-fallen warrior.
     
  6. Fatal Nymph

    Fatal Nymph Wild Member Member

    Messages:
    73
    Local Time:
    9:04 PM
    The one at her sidestepped away, she couldn't hold him, she wasn't strong enough, and the other suddenly just swept up into getting that sword. Had he never dealt with a witch? Even a simple serene hedge witch was dangerous. But her fingers plucked out a needle, her fingers very carefully holding it. On it a poison of her own making, one that made even her caution the use and handle of it. At this point, Takara was being lunged at. She shrugged her robe off for easier movement.

    Her body became swiftly into motion, while the male was distracted. That small needle was slammed into the side of him, a small hole in her own palm now bleeding, Her body stood protectively over her injured patient. Her other arm blocking the blade with a metal bracer. But it was no ordinary metal, it seemed to be dark and had a particular pattern. Words once more slipped from her lips. This male before her had indeed sealed his own fate. Where her blood stained his shirt and the needle was embedded, everything began to mold and eat away like a weird acid. Her own hand jerked away before finishing the spell so that she wouldn't end up consumed as well.

    Now standing between them, the look of her changed. Wild red hair a mess, her eyes still glowing a deeper blue now, a white tattered dress flowed around her, hugging her every curve. The male upon the ground could see her legs marked and scarred, trailing up to her thighs. It was easy to see now that he was well toned and her muscles danced under her skin with each movement. Her dress danced, even though there was no wind to make it move in such a fashion. Her hand dripped blood, onto her dress and leg. If one looked at her arms, they were marked as well but not nearly as deeply.

    "Move away, go." Was her voice, soft and yet firm.
     
    • Like Like x 1
  7. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

    Messages:
    745
    Local Time:
    12:04 AM
    The ruffian had tried, and had failed to get his sword. Instead he was pricked by a needle, but that needle brough inimaginable pain.
    He staggered, staring up at her with murderous eyes even as pain began to consume his entire mind. The flesh around the wound was melting away leaving him in agony.
    "What... did you..." was all he could say. He took three steps before the flesh and clothing of his chest melted away. Then the flesh of his arms, shoulders and head, then his legs. For the briefest of moments, an animate skeleton of white-gray bone moved as if to run away, but no bones his the ground. Instead, a brisk wind carried them away like dust.

    Takaras gasped. His delirium had almost completely cleared as he watched the tiny and toned witch work her impossible magic. He'd heard tales, from long ago, of powerful gods who roamed the world, who left behind legends known to many and magic known to few. he was named for one of them. He gasped at her work, speechless even if he could string two words together in his head. THe best he could muster after watching what unfolded happen was, "how?"
     
  8. Fatal Nymph

    Fatal Nymph Wild Member Member

    Messages:
    73
    Local Time:
    9:04 PM
    She stood protectively over the male upon the ground. Her work would not go to waste. Alice was protective of her work, especially when it cost her so much. The male melted away in front of her. He seemed to move away just enough so that what she had done wouldn't backfire on them. Good. Now that he was dead, she stepped over the brute upon the ground and knelt down beside him. He seemed to be struggling with something, she wasn't sure what though. Once more she was staring right into his eyes, looking for something, then her hand reached out once more to barely touch the underside of his chin to move his face if he allowed her to at this point. Though his reaction, either way, would be enough.

    His one word finally was spoken. "Witch," was her simple response. Her eyes stayed a deeper glowing blue instead of the brighter blue he might have remembered. The small female gave a small smile. "Do you need help up?" She asked, her voice soft and not at all like her previous actions. Her hands were at her sides now, as she was kneeling on the ground more like someone ready for another attack than any lady would do, especially in a dress. Those abnormal eyes looked into his once more, waiting.
     
    Last edited: Apr 4, 2018
    • Like Like x 1
  9. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

    Messages:
    745
    Local Time:
    12:04 AM
    Takaras blinked in confusion as he digested her first word. He'd never met one in all his years. Heard of them, of course, but most stayed away from the sort of battles he engaged in.
    He stood, slowly. "Yes," he said a moment later, hearing her speak again. He was still uneasy on his feet, as much from the effects of her potion as-- what? The adrenaline of battle and injury had left him. He was weak. Hunger pains began.

    As he stood, his head cleared and he remembered the second sword. "The other blade!" he gasped, the one that was like his that nearly killed him. "Adamantine, I'm certain of it!" he wheeled around to retrieve it but was still dizzy and nearly fell over.
     
  10. Fatal Nymph

    Fatal Nymph Wild Member Member

    Messages:
    73
    Local Time:
    9:04 PM
    Her small hand extended and grabbed his thick arm and as he began to rise so did she, actually lifting him up. Though it was only because she knew how to take advantage of how she was helping him otherwise there was no way she could help him up without hurting herself. Taking a step back she released his arm but prepared to catch him if need be. Alice watched as he spun around and nearly crashed right back into the dirt. A frown graced her face. He wouldn't be satisfied until he got the other sword. With a sigh,"Stay here." She moved quickly back along the path she had made with the male. Her feet traveled really quickly. The stench of blood permeated the air, and she looked at the body. Sure enough, a sword was in his hand. She plucked it and picked it up. She checked the body for the sheath, took that and placed the blade into it.

    Alice came back with the blade sheathed and it was strapped to her hip. Alice moved and grabbed her dark grey cloak and put it on, her hair contained once more, even if barely. She came back to his side. "Lets go. You still need time to recoup." At least he could move under almost all of his own power now. Her eyes searching their surroundings now, though, she wasn't sure how much more she could take today without needing to heal herself, which of course was a nasty habit in itself. Neither of these last killings could help her so, it was off to trouble some unfortunate souls. Though it would wait until this companion in this moment was settled down. "It's not much further."
     
    • Like Like x 1
  11. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

    Messages:
    745
    Local Time:
    12:04 AM
    The man stayed put, but quite sure if he should try to go after her or not. Ultimately, his nigh-inability to move in a straight line made him sit on a rock and wait for her to return. He stood as she approached again, his legs straining in protest. He groaned until she came to his side and took at least some of his weight.

    He half-limps next to her on the way back to wherever she came from, concentrating as much on making sure his footing stayed true as anything else. It took far longer than he thought it would to get anywhere, but they eventually came to a small clearing in the woods and a old, but well-kept cabin.
     
    Last edited: Apr 5, 2018
  12. Fatal Nymph

    Fatal Nymph Wild Member Member

    Messages:
    73
    Local Time:
    9:04 PM
    The red-headed witch looked more at ease when seeing her shabby cabin. "Home." Alice moved with him towards the wooden place, the planks worn down from weather and some of the moss began to grow upon the wood. They continued forward onto the porch and pressed her hand on the door, it opened with ease. No magic, no locking mechanism. It was obvious she had been alone and not bothered for some time.

    Inside was simple, a kitchen table and two chairs, right there to the left after was a small kitchen with lots of dried herbs and flowers hanging from the ceiling. Some ropes held multiple different things to dry. Straight ahead was a fireplace with a large pot right in the middle, a bed was direct to the right with a chair facing them wedged in between. To the immediate right of the door was a table, it had books strewn over it, potions, bottles, herbs, daggers, arrows, needles, candles and an assortment of other things. It was indeed a work table for her. Hidden at the edge of the bed was a wooden chest, that had a blanket folded over top, not telling what was inside. She continued forward to the chair to put him down and let him rest.

    She immediately turned to the kitchen and began boiling water. From there she took off her cloak and hooked it beside the end of the bed. Her hair seemed to turn wild and her movements seemed less graceful than on the battlefield. Her bracer came off and hit her work table. She started to peel carrots and potatoes, the knife in her hand seemed like it belonged and was just a mere extension. Though it seemed odd to see the dried blood on her hand as she prepared to cook. "I'm guessing you are hungry, it may take a moment but food should be ready shortly." Next, she poured the boiling water into a cup. Some herbs were added, and then handed him the cup, "Let it seep for a moment." And back to cutting and chopping. As things settled down, Alice finally took an ax and went outside, within a few minutes, she had come back inside with a hunk of meat and set the ax back down. Though no blood appeared on it. She chopped it up as well and tossed it into the stew. Finally, she sat down on her bed, the sword still at her hip, not even having noticed.

    "If you can, explain who you are and what you are doing in this area." Her eyes still a deeper glowing blue but it was obvious she was serious.
     
    • Like Like x 1
  13. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

    Messages:
    745
    Local Time:
    12:04 AM
    Ignoring most of what she was doing, he was simply thankful to be sitting on a chair.
    He took the tea and held the warm cup. Even just the warmth helped clear his head. "My... my name is Takaras Garthson," he breathed, smelling the steam coming off the cup. He looked up at her and for the first time in days, truly began to relax. "I was on my way to Arkhas City to join their battle against Rosewood when I met the man who almost killed me. Judging by his banners he was like me, but pledged to Rosewood and," he breathed again, gently sipping the tea, "got in behind the lines to cause trouble."
    He'd have done the same in his position, but had no idea why he was telling her any of this, but also didn't seem to care.
    Another sip of tea and he became more aware of his condition and the fight. "I..." one hand went to his chest, a finger tracing the gash in his armor and the nearly-healed wound. "He cut me, I should have been faced with a slow death," he looked up at her. "you healed me," his voice was at once amazed and thankful.
     
  14. Fatal Nymph

    Fatal Nymph Wild Member Member

    Messages:
    73
    Local Time:
    9:04 PM
    His story led her to believe that she had gone unnoticed even after all this time. Which was good, this latest battle had gotten awfully close to her home. His moment of realization struck him and he looked at her as if expecting it to have been someone or something else. "Were you expecting something else?" She stood up and moved to the pot and checked on the cooking food content. Then she moved and poured herself some hot water and placed a single leave in it before allowing it to sit on the counter. "After all that battle caused much disturbance, it was bound to draw my attention." Her dress merely swayed about her, the blood still stained upon her dress and leg. Though now she moved to grab a small piece of cloth and dip it into her cup before wiping off her hand. The blood on her hand wash away and none was left upon the rag, she picked up her cup and sat back down on the bed, the aroma of the cooking food seemed to follow her.

    The sword and sheath tapped her leg as she sat this time, but still, she ignored it. The cup came up to her lips as she drank and took a few swallows. Her eyes became slightly brighter, as she continued to drink from her cup. The silence seemed to be her friend or she patiently waited for him to speak once more.
     
    • Like Like x 1
  15. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

    Messages:
    745
    Local Time:
    12:04 AM
    "I was expecting to meet my maker," he half-snorted into his tea as he took another sip.
    He watched her tend to herself. His brow furrowed in confusion until he remembered he was dealing with a witch. H remembered meeting one when he was a boy, she was harmless enough, but he also remembered that most kept to themselves and usually, for one good reason or another. He absentmindedly reach for and confirmed the presence of his own sheathed sword as he saw the one on her hip, standing out given her size and outfit.
    "Adamantine will slice a man in two, and this..." his fingers touched his wound. "almost gutted me. Even if it hadn't, Delia herself would have seen fit to take me from this world before nightfall," he said, invoking one of the gods.

    Another longer draught of tea and he sat back in his chair, but never fully relaxed. He couldn't.. she was still armed and, his partially-fuzzed mind remembered, quite nimble.
     
  16. Fatal Nymph

    Fatal Nymph Wild Member Member

    Messages:
    73
    Local Time:
    9:04 PM
    A smile touched her lips, "I guess you're lucky then." As he sat back his alertness caught her attention, his words finally clicked inside her head. She looked down in surprise as if she had forgotten all about the sword at her hip. She set the cup down on the bed and stood up and removed the sheath and sword from her hip. "I do believe you were after this." She set it down, leaned against the chair. Before settling herself down onto her bed once more and picked up the cup and then in the most unladylike fashion ever, she sat cross-legged upon the edge and yet somehow her dress still covered up the important part. Alice sniffed the air calculating how much longer for the food.

    "You needn't be afraid or on alert around me. If I wanted you dead, I would have left you there and not bothered. You have answered my inquiries and besides, I have put too much effort into you to strike you down now." She lifted the cup to her supple lips and drank the rest of her tea. Her eyes seemed almost back to that normal light glowing blue, though still a few shades off. "Food is almost done." As if feeding him was a must at this moment. He may or may not have realized by now he was starved, the body had exerted itself to heal his wound and would be requiring sustenance in a large amount right now.
     
    • Like Like x 1
  17. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

    Messages:
    745
    Local Time:
    12:04 AM
    Takaras sighed as he digested the tea and her words, his stomach beginning to growl in protest. He was hungry, and she was more than right. If she wanted him dead he'd not be in such pleasant surroundings. He still didn't take much notice of the witch's various quirks until he finally looked her in the eyes as she made mention of the food being almost done.

    "Yes," he grunted after that realization struck him. "I am very hungry," he rumbled, a hand moving to his stomach.
     
  18. Fatal Nymph

    Fatal Nymph Wild Member Member

    Messages:
    73
    Local Time:
    9:04 PM
    With her cup finished she moved and got up from her bed, and rinsed her cup out and set it down to dry. She went over to the pot and stirred its contents. Her eyes gazed over to Takaras. "Did you want anything more to drink? Or need anything more?" She was being rather pleasant, even though not all that long ago she out right melted a man and blocked his sword with her bracer. Had it been adamantine, it would have gashed her bracer instead of leaving scratches. Her movements seemed half hazard as if her mind was going a million directions at once. Completely different from her fluid movement in the small fight. Finally, as she shifted through things and was cleaning up who knows what, she pulled out a bowl and ladled the soup into the bowl until it was full. She turned around a spoon appearing in her hand as she gave both to him, not asking him to move to the table or anything else. "If you don't mind, I have some work to finish." Her eyes traveled to her work table. Words seemed to come easy for her but she wasn't all that chatty. The less this male knew about her the better. He had no idea what kind of witch she was, or who she had belonged too. Information like that might end up getting him killed or giving her a sentence worse than death.

    Once the bowl was taken she moved over to her table and stood to rifle through papers and ingredients. "If it is lacking or you find you need something, say so." Her eyes didn't even look up from what her hands were doing. The bracer was first under inspection. Her hands glided over the surface before picking up a bottle and rag to clean it off, the scratches seemingly gone. Her eyes carefully inspected the markings upon it to make sure they were still intact. Next, she picked up some more needles and began to make an arrangement before her. She had only made three, a couple more would do so the deadly stuff could be put away. Well, it wasn't dangerous unless one had it on them and she spoke her spell, so it was a bit tricky in handling as far as follow through without it backfiring.
     
  19. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

    Messages:
    745
    Local Time:
    12:04 AM
    He barely paid her any attention as he ate every last drop of the straightforward soup. It was as if it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted and it was gone before he knew it.
    He watched her work her devices for a few moments before eyeing the pot of soup. He moved, lunged for it and pulled the ladle out and did his level best to drink right from it. He'd long ago figured out how to eschew the likes of bowls, after all.
    After he downed two or three more bowl's worth he let loose an echoing belch, patting his stomach happily and once again turned to look at his savior.

    "That was amazing," he said, "I don't know how to thank you for..." he blinked, looking around at all her wonderous things that a simple soldier like him could never hope to comprehend. "For my life. I am but a simple brawler."
    He was being humble. A part of him wondered why he was even being polite. Then he remembered what he was dealing with. Was it her? or was it some deeply ingrained defense against pissing off a witch.
     
  20. Fatal Nymph

    Fatal Nymph Wild Member Member

    Messages:
    73
    Local Time:
    9:04 PM
    Out of her peripherals, the small woman caught the actions of the male with the pot. Which wasn't surprising, she did know he would be hungry and hunger drove some to do weird things. Alice simply smiled when he belched, that was good, he ate until he was at least full. No more worries on that front. By the next morning, he should be fine and Takaras would be on his way. His words caught her attention though she never looked away from what she was doing, at least currently. THough his last words got a smirk, and at that, she had to set down the needle in hand and turn to look at the warrior before her. "I know exactly what you are and a simple brawler is hardly the words to use."

    She openly looked him over, "As far as a way of saying thanks, take your fights elsewhere." It was clear this redheaded creature wasn't happy about all these people near her home. And there was still the matter of clearing up the tracks from the first fight to her home. He left a mess, but it was a good thing she saved him, now she knew truly how secluded she was, and how unaware anyone else was of her existence here. Her hands spread out upon the table before her but not moving or fussing with anything. "I hope you don't mind but I think it best you stay here tonight, just so that I know the wound has healed correctly and the gods don't decide to undo what I have done." She dared not look, most would cringe or just straight leave. After all, she was a witch and he had seen what she could do. If Takaras left, she couldn't blame him.
     
    • Like Like x 1

Share This Page