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ISOLDE

"..."


It had been some time since last she had seen him. Visually, he had the same debonair smile that coincided with those warm green eyes. Handsome as ever, even if she knew better than to fall prey to such charms. After all, she had defended him in court more than once—always for petty theft and other such mild crimes. In all likelihood, he committed worse crimes than those that he ever got caught for. It seemed that everyone was—or just Odysseus, the crime lord that shows up bleeding on my door. And me—the idiot that lets him in and cleans his wounds so he can kill more later.

Blinking, Isolde shook herself slightly to clear her head. It baffled even her how much her mind still loved to drift to the ebon' man. She had changed her address and moved away to avoid slipping and losing her morals. In the wake of the war, she had thrown herself into her work and had even reached back out to Mithras. Her goal was to surround herself with moral wolves to remind herself of what she fought for.

Yet, even with her morning stroll turning into a sudden jungle composed of mist, her mind drifted furiously to Odysseus again. That same anger would curl in her stomach and her senses would go blind whilst she raged internally. Only when she exasperated even herself did she pull herself free of such a useless waste of time.

In this moment, she spotted Tiberius near a pool of water, the steam of it a tempting reprieve from the snow in Rionna. With her thoughts no longer clouded, she felt a small smile grace her lips. She truly was fond of him—how had he been all this time? He looked... older, somehow. More mature? Oh, she might have laughed at the thought. The strappings of age and responsibility didn't suit the man.

Gingerly, she stepped out from betwixt the trees and offered him a small smile. "Fancy seeing you here," she said with a laugh. "Wherever this is."

Oddly, she didn't feel the immediate need to leave.

(This post was last modified: 02-11-2024, 09:02 PM by Isolde.)
02-11-2024, 09:02 PM

Mercenary

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hat mystery the forest had hidden deep within, led the male deeper and deeper until he found himself within its grace. A soft mist hovered over the area, and a comforting aura washed over the large brute. Dual-colored eyes looked around, but there was no clear indication of where he was within the forest. Usually one with pretty keen senses, Tiberius did not feel an essence of danger within the area. Taking a few courageous steps into the mist, he was swallowed by it, only to be greeted with a sweet and alluring scent. It was unlike any he had smelled before and he had to wonder if this was some workings of the fae. Had they found his stolen treasure and planned to give him something in exchange for the gift? He never really believed the stories of the fae, probably just propaganda used to keep children out of there, and to learn a sense of respect for their surroundings.

Whether they were real or not, this was definitely something different. He found his way to the water's edge. The touch of it was chilly, but not too much to where he could not handle it. The soothing sounds of the water falling from the cliffs above was peaceful. He felt calm here. He forgot all of his troubles, his doubts, every single worry that had ever crossed his mind was gone. Tiberius stared at the water's surface, focusing on nothing - until her scent crossed his nose. It was as though everything around them had stopped, the sweet scent could still be found, but her scent was thicker, stronger, more intense. Her voice sent a chill down his spine, and he turned his head to greet her as she stood beside him. Isolde, he thought to himself as his eyes moved over her form, making sure she was well. It had been a long time since he had seen her last. He recalled her most recent night with him, her loosened lips by the pull of alcohol's taint.

She was just as beautiful now as she had always been. He could feel the intensity of his heart beating, wondering if she could hear it rattling against his bones. "At least I am not the only one who doesn't know where we are.." he said softly. His eyes stayed focused on her. Did she have any new marks, scars, wounds. He didn't smell any sign of blood, and his worry washed away. "You are looking lovely as ever in this... mysterious place..." His eyes trailed back up to her face, "anything new with you?" He was curious if she would recall their last chat together, when she asked him about unsavory deeds he would commit. For her, he would do anything.

@Isolde

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02-12-2024, 03:58 PM

Lawyer

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ISOLDE

"..."


Green eyes met those of a kindred color and, for a moment, Isolde's mind flashed back to a night many moons ago. It had felt twice as warm as this one and ten times as hazy yet memories flashed back to her in quick succession: Tiberius' paw on hers, his confidence in her judgment, his assurance that he was no murderer, another round of drinks and—nothing. Her cheeks warmed as she realized that she must have passed out not long after he'd ordered more alcohol. And he must have helped her home even though she had no recollection of the night's events. It occurred to her, with a mild note of surprise, that she hadn't once suspected foul play. She trusted him.

Whether it was the sudden intensity of his gaze or the still difficult-to-place nature of this place, Isolde allowed her gaze to drift to the tropical plants surrounding them. Did I get drunk again and fall asleep? Is this a dream? Her brow knit slightly at the thought yet stowed it away for interrogation later. There was no logical explanation for any of this unless whispers of the fae had any weight at all—which did subconsciously cause her stomach to twist. As much as she hated her highlander roots, she couldn't shake herself of those age old superstitions.

"At least I am not the only one who doesn't know where we are.." his voice trailed off and Isolde looked back at him. "It doesn't seem dangerous but it is... odd," she agreed. While there was a sweet scent in the air, it was nothing odd enough to be disturbing.

Slowly, she moved to stand at the water's edge, toes pressing into the warmth. At his compliment, Isolde's eyes narrowed playfully. "You never change." He was always so forthcoming with his affections. She wouldn't be surprised if he had a child in every town.

At his question, Isolde's lips turned down into a frown. Again, the heat of shame warmed her cheeks as she realized that she owed him an explanation if nothing else. "I apologize for how I behaved last time I saw you," she said, deciding it was best to get to the point. "I'd been struck by a ridiculous bout of heartsickness and turned to wine as if it might help me." Annoyance flared within her again and she puffed out her cheeks before shaking her head. "But you did help me, if I remember right... I hope I wasn't too much trouble?" In this moment she felt oddly... nervous. It was rare for her to lose track of her memories.

Regardless of his answer, she'd try to change the subject quickly. "And you? Have you turned over a new leaf or has it been petty crimes like usual?" Her tone was teasing although she truly was curious about how he'd been.



02-12-2024, 08:35 PM

Mercenary

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4 years old
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Male
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Aberdeen
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Stone

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ith her compliment (at least, he took it that way), a smile graced his lips and he gave a soft nod of his head. "Sometimes the best things are the ones that do not change," he told her, as though he himself was the best thing for her. Tiberius knew that she was a very special someone, that she would not be an easy prize to just be given. He would have to work for her affections. So, he complimented her often, breaking down her proper behavior between client and lawyer. If he could have her, just for a little while in his life time, he could be happy. But he knew that once she was finished with him, he would be devastated. Surely she would find some suitable gentleman, one with a good job and could take care of her with less scandalous values. But the sweet scent pulled him from his mind, causing a haze to cloud his thoughts. "You never need to apologize to me. I told you I will always be there for you, should you need me."

As she started to explain the reasonings for how she had been in that mood, his heart dropped. He knew it was not he that had made her heartsick, but another. Was he more handsome than Tiberius? Was he smarter? Braver? He had to wonder who this curious heart-breaking stranger was and would keep a mental note of this male. Hopefully, she would divulge more information for him - so that he could gather just who this asshole was. He would make him pay. "You were no trouble at all, and I was the perfect gentleman. I escorted you home, safely, and once I knew you were safe in your bed, I went home as well." He gave her a smile. He moved to stand before her, his paws now in the water, but he really did not care.

"Isolde," he said softly, his tone somber. He nudged her muzzle below her chin, lifting her head slightly so he could look into her eyes better. "Whatever man is foolish enough to break your heart... is someone not deserving of the perfection that you are. Were you mine, I would bring harm to any who even brought a frown to your features." His eyes focused on hers, searching deeply into them, hoping that she would truly understand just how serious he was. With her question, he gave a soft chuckle. "Do you wish for me to change?"

@Isolde

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