Orsia,andNik

Orasia-Draun : She had been watching from the edge of the arena. Head shaking slightly at what was unfolding before her. They stood no chance, one on one they fell and held no form of cordination in a tactical approach as a unit. Slipping down into the arena, Ora watched the men as they helped each other out of the sand to mend not only their wounds but their ego's as well. One man defeating ten was just well it was sad. And the look on her face, that probably wasn't going to help them at all. >c<

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Orasia-Draun : "Is it really fair even so out numbered?" Arms would move to cross against her chest as she stared up at the monolithic form of Nikolai's. "You are nothing more then a bully... Picking on mere boys like that. What would you of done had you broken one?" Of course the entire string of words came out almost in a mocking tone before Ora stopped directly behind where he stood. One hand reaching out as a single finger flecked itself across the small of his back and then shook the sweat >c<

Orasia-Draun : loose from her finger as if it offended her. "You stink..." Talk about the men needing a shower, her nose twitched in disgust before she turned and walked away from where he stood. It took will power to move in the opposite direction, because what she wanted to do was attach herself to him. To simply exist exactly where he stood. >e<

NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Looking at her"Its a necessary lesson to learn."Looking at her with a smile while she walked through the sands of the arena" I'm not a bully , and breaking one would've been far too easy, I could have broken everyone of them in the time it took you to walk over her." When she stopped behind him did he chuckle before snorting at her.<C>

NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Her finger on his skin lit him on fire nerves sending signals through his body instantaneously before she spoke about him smelling awful , when she turned to walk away was when he spun on his heels grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer her body now pressed up against his while he bent down slowly letting lips brush over her neck"Your body language betray's you my dear" hands planted firmly on her hips now.<C>

NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Finger's curling into what ever fabric she had decided to wear today. Nails raking against flesh slowly while fangs did the same on her neck:You should be more careful with your words might hurt my feelings Orasia"<E>

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Orasia-Draun : There was that brief moment, where she saw every muscle across his back contract in reaction to the press of her finger. The back to him however was met with him dragging her tightly against his own still sweaty frame which meant the clothing she wore did not stay dry for long as it absorbed the foul smelling excrement from him. Nails slit fabric etching against flesh even as his fangs tormented her with the promise of pain should he bite down. There was no attempt to pry herself >c<

Orasia-Draun : from his grasp, instead there was that odd contentment. Head lolling slightly to the right almost as if the blood that flowed a mere bite away was offered up as a gift. More then the language of her body betrayed her. "You do not have feelings Nikol." It was there, the quiet taunt of words. Full of sass with his name. Fingers moved down as they stretched against his wrists. There was no move to push them away from her body, instead it was the desire to keep them right there. >e<

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NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Lips teased flesh while looking at her neck eyes flashing slowly while thinking about it, the way her moved her head to the side as if just offering it to him. For now he would resist with a smile and gentle kiss to her cheek bone"I'n time my dear in time"Lips brushing against her ear while those words left his lips. Hands now siding up her midsection with a grin before letting go and moving toward the edge of the arena <C>

NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Grabbing a towel from one of the hands that cleaned the arena wiping the sweat from his body slowly while looking over his shoulder at her with those deep red eyes, Did he tease her on purpose who could tell the man might look brutish fro the outside. But he was a tactical in everything he did, From the moment Orasia had stolen the bear skinned cloak of his that fateful day he came home.<C>

NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Now here they stood opposites in most general sense's, Though the woman had warmed a heart long since devoid of feelings" Orasia "He whispered slowly Orasia had softened him in way he never thought he'd give someone a chance to do <E>

Orasia-Draun : Was that a promise or had it been a warning of what would happen in time. He let go and walked away... HE WALKED AWAY?! Ora stood there for a moment where he had left her. Breath being drawn in and then released slowly. There was no doubt that he could not hear the hammering of her heart. A shiver coursed its way down her spine now that she was no longer held. It was his blood, that probably allowed her to hear the whisper of her name where normally she would of not been able. >c<

Orasia-Draun : Not to be left there alone, Ora stared at Nikolai briefly before she followed after him. Only to pass by him and disappear into one of the hallways that would lead out of the arena. He kept her torn between feelings, Ora never really knowing what path to follow. She was strong on her own and yet there was that pull that beckoned her to be his shadow. A feeling that threatened to rob her of her own identity. "I am going to find something to eat." It was hard to hurt someones feelings >c<

Orasia-Draun : on an empty stomach after all. "You should of broken them.. No mercy. Isn't that what you said?" Yes... Ora as she walked away just slashed at him verbally. >e<

NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Orasia always seemed to know just what to say and when to say it, a thing he had come to enjoy following behind her at the same pace she took lips pursed into a smile only the family could muster ." Breaking them would have been far too easy my Orasia, plus can't go breaking all the guards after all." Shaking his head slowly while watching the way her hips swayed back and forth with every step she took" Hmmm. " <C>

NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Left hand brought to rest against his chin"Maybe a few weeks hanging around Lady crimson would help your posture"Speeding up hands grasped her waist lifting her to sit on her shoulder"I want to ask you something but you have to answer me truthfully my dear"He said right arm wrapping around her thighs slowly. Tilting his hand slowly to look up at her <C>

NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Eyes seeming to glow in the torch lit hallways of the castle"What if I wanted you to become more to me then what we are, what would you say to that?"he'd ask slowly stepping into the main hall after several minutes had passed since their departure from the arena ,Stopping only to look around the semi empty Main hall."Hmm another quite night in the castle"<E>

Orasia-Draun : "Oh so you just prefer trying to break girls?" Caustic, that mouth clearly held the ability to be just as sharp as any blade. Posture? "My posture is just fine. Who is." Oh, yeah that freaky eyes went all wonky crazy old hag that was there that day. "That is no lady, Nikolai LeMorte!" That last word nearly came out higher pitched as she was hefted into the air and deposited upon his shoulder. Fingers coming to rest against the top of his head as she held on. >c<

Orasia-Draun : "Have I been anything but truthful with you?" The girl held no reason to lie, or stretch the truth in any way. What if he wanted her to become more then what she already was? For a moment there was silence and that was a heavy blanket to bare. "What exactly am I to you?" It was not yet anything Ora had really given thought to. She was not a slave, nor a servant. The girl had the ability to come and go as she pleased. Or at least there was an extent to that very liberty. Shifting >c<

Orasia-Draun : slightly as his arm wrapped about her thighs, offering a sense of stability. Ora offered more thought to it. He had seen everything the stork had deemed proper for her. And yet had not taken her into his bed as a man would. "Please put me down." The nearly empty hall had never really been seen from this vantage point and it was oddly disturbing given how vastly large the castle itself was. "What are you asking of me?" >e<

NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Looking at her and nodding he'd set her down only to pin her against the wall like the predator he was" That is a complicated question my dear" Leaning in he'd let his lips linger on hers for only a moment before pulling back from her slowly. "your something I never thought I'd find in life Orasia" Moving toward the slaughter line to get a goblet offered by a servant with a smile dipping it slowly into the slaughter line to get a drink before turning and grabbing a<C>

NikolaiLeMorte«Ŗл : Napkin to wipe the excess off. "But What I need to know how you feel toward me, cause this next step is not one I take lightly." Moving to sit down in a chair slowly his eyes now never leaving her while sipping from the goblet "And not you've never not been truthful with me " "I guess what I am asking is that If you'd do me the honor of allowing me to court you Orasia?"<E>