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  1. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    As quickly as he gave the direction to retrieve her sword, the young, eager Princess quickly jumped at the task of climbing the rope and travelling to the boat to retrieve her sword. He was impressed how well she did at first. Though there came a time when she near stumbled and fell off due to the inconsistent pull of the turtle beast. It was still better than he expected. He waited upon the shell of the giant sea turtle as the woman safely made it to the boat. Upon her retrieval of the sword and on her way up, he leaped onto the tightrope as gently as a weightless shadow. His form barely causing any movement of the rope as it was already tight with tension from the sea creature towing the boat and the Princess standing at the other end. His sword was drawn and gleamed by the moon's light. No words were said as the expectation was clear. Knowing this the Princess made the first move by leaping forward and thrusting her blade forward. Her movement was sudden, but predictable by the well trained fighter. The metal from the two blades clashed as the former assassin parried the attack, taking a step back on the rope in the process. It wasn't a strong parry as he didn't want to throw the young woman off balance and have her fall into the chilling water. This was after all a training of balance more so than a test of strength and ability to wield a sword. After the parried strike, Cecillia momentarily lost her balance, needing to raise her back leg to counter some of the weight. Ty awaited for her to regain her composure. "Good." He stated as they both maintained their balance. "Now let's see how far we can take this." His speech strained a bit as he attacked mid-sentence to test her guard level. Pressing forward, he stepped foot over foot, near perfectly placing the middle of his foot on the rope as he moved, elegantly maintaining his balance by maintaining his center above the rope. He wanted to test her ability to draw back and guard or parry while maintaining her balance. Moving forward is easy when you have eyes looking front, but not being able to see behind requires another level of awareness. His movements were slow, but his strikes were quick, allowing enough time for Cecillia to react. As he moved forward, each step caused her to move back, the princess' feet needing to make precise movements to move. Her abilities as a dancer would definitely play a role in this little dance they shared. However, this was no normal task. After another strike, she stepped back once more only this time her back leg slipped off the rope and she began to lose her balance. Before she came close to hitting the water, Ty had reached out and grabbed her hand with his own scarred right hand while shifting his form back to counter the new added weight. They both paused until he felt she was ready to take her place back on the rope and simultaneously they both pulled themselves back up to their original position. He could sense that the event may have made her a little uneasy. "Do not fret. You will get it. Now let's continue." ~~~ This particular moment took his mind back to his past where he was having a similar lesson by his former Master. The younger version of himself was much weaker than the Princess and went through a much more rigorous training course. The young boy was one of a few in his class to survive the deadly trials. They would have sparring matches with their Master and each other to hone their skills, except it was never so simple. There came a time where he was pitted against another boy, same in age only. He was older and faster, but Ty had the advantage in quickness. They're match took place in a similar setting on a tightrope, except if you fell, it would mean certain death. Thirty feet below the copper threaded rope that they competed on were four-foot spikes littered with the bones and fresh dead bodies from his predecessors. He wasn't allowed to use his supernatural ability, only his natural ability. His opponent was fierce and rushed to attack brazenly, but Ty would do everything he could to avoid his vicious strikes. The older boy had a good center of gravity, but Tyveres' was better. During one particular strike, he managed to parry the attack to the side and follow with a spinning heel kick to front leg. This counter attack caused the boy to lose his balance and flail his arms and leg in the air to attempt to regain his balance, but despite his best efforts began to lose everything. The young Ty, feeling sorry for him and not wanting him to die, did what he thought was right. He reached out and grabbed the blade, the only thing that he could grab. The boy begged for his life. Pleading for him not to let go. It was then also that Ty heard the voice of his old Master stating to let him go, but he refused or did not fully hear him. Ty struggled, holding onto the blade as it began to slip and cut his hand. With a wince and teeth clenched, Ty began to pull him back to the rope, but suddenly felt way less tension coming from the older boy. His eyes looked to his and all he could see was the life drain from them as blood began dripping down his head from a wound caused by a thrown dagger. In shock or disbelief, the young Ty let go of blade, blood spilling from his hand as he regained his own balance and could do nothing else except watch the boy fall and get impaled through the neck, chest and leg by the spikes. Luckily for him, he was dead before he made it to the ground. For his winning the contest, Ty was awarded his share of food, but only after serving a penalty of mercy which was twenty lashings. ~~~ Metal on metal continued to clash and echo across the dormant sea as the current Ty and Princess Cecillia started off their dance slow in repeating the process of pressing and retreating back. The princess's raven hair flowed elegantly while she moved. Her movements becoming more and more precise. The night air was chilling and though their internal body temperatures rose, it wasn't enough to cause one drop of sweat on either of the warriors. However, to this point, all of Ty's strikes were focused on hitting her sword, never intent on causing any physical harm while he operated at a slow enough pace to train her. Though, he could sense her comfort level getting better. He paused his movements and lowered his weapon. "You're doing well. We should take a moment to rest." Of course the Princess, being herself, was eager to continue. She had her motivations and he knew that and sensed her high expectations of herself to be ready for what was to come once they reached her homeland. "If you insist, your Highness." He said this mockingly as a slight to throw her off balance. The sea turtle's momentum paused abruptly, possibly getting weary from their long travel to this point through the early night and it loosened the tension of rope tied to the ship even with the two of them on it, but soon after the turtle picked back up. The loss caused both of their bodies to descend, but the trained assassin lowered his form to maintain his balance and lunged forward on his front foot and swiped his blade to the front leg of the princess. He swung it with the blunt side of it as he knew he'd make contact before the princess could regain her balance. The cold steel made contact with the bronze flesh. It would surely leave a mark, but nothing that wouldn't heal within a few hours. It was similar to being struck by a wooden sword. The assassin regained his stature. The Princess effortlessly tried to react, but could do nothing. She cringed a bit from getting hit, likely expecting more pain than what was administered by the hit. There was a seriousness about her look. It would be a bit more of an intense training from here on. The two clashed again, this time the pace was much more rapid. The lapse between metal clangs grew quicker and quicker, neither seemingly letting down. It came to the point where the Princess eagerly forced the man far enough back to the shell of the turtle. Quickly, he leaped backward and landed upon the shell of the beast, having one foot on the shell and another on a spike, propping himself up and still holding his blade up. "You sure you don't want to take a break?" The two of them were both sweating at this point. Muscles aching, breathing labored, but he knew the Princess would not give up so easily. She followed suite and jumped with elegance onto the turtle back. She immediately felt more at home being on a solid surface and once more they clashed. She even managed to catch a piece of his clothing on his leg, barely grazing his flesh in the process. They paused as she examined the last strike with concern but also excitement for having struck him for the first time. "I'll be fine. Hn!" He continued where they left off. If she wanted to be serious about this, she could not hesitate in front of an enemy. The two danced around the shell of the turtle, clangs and clanks, grunts and emphatic words being rung and shouted wide around their area. They performed as if they were in front of a live audience. The balance control was quite different from the rope to the back of a moving beast, but the Princess kept pace. Neither kept track of the time that had long past. During a last fury of strikes by the woman, the man parried the last attack and drew in close and wrapped his free hand around her waist and pulled her in close. Their breathing heavier than before and heartbeats racing together. By the end of it, both of them had more than a few minor scratches and bruises on their forms. He stared deeply into her eyes, not yet having caught his breath enough to speak. Before either could utter a word, the sound of a clap coming from a distance was heard. The two looked towards the ship where the old captain had been watching. Apparently, they had been performing in front of an audience, an audience of one, two if the turtle was counted. "That was a grrrrreat!" Shouted the Captain from the front of the ship followed by more clapping and shouting. Ty removed his arm from around the woman's waist and drew apart from her, feeling slightly out of place and feeling a type of way that he hadn't felt before or at least in many years. "You did very well." He finally found the words to speak, but his face was averted away. "We should turn in. It won't be long before we see land, and your sea beast may need a break as well." Without another word or even a glance, Ty used the rope to return to the ship where he was greeted by the Captain. "That was some show - I mean trainin' there mate. I couldn't sleep a wink hearing all that rackity bangin' but I sure am glad I came to check it -" The older man paused in his speech as he watched Ty return to the cabin below after having left his sword upon the side railing. "Oh..well good talk." The man continued and turned to wave towards the Princess. Meanwhile, Ty removed his upper garments and took to his hammock, not even paying attention to the twin tailed fox sleeping underneath it. He didn't immediately go to sleep, but he let his body rest from the excitement.
  2. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    With the boat securely tied to the giant sea creature and a few gentle words from the princess, the creature began to pull itself with it's fin and tail. The rope that Ty fastened stretched out and tightened from weight of the wooden ship behind them. The vessel creaked as the wood shifted from the sudden movement. In truth, Ty didn't think much of it being necessary to continue bringing the captain along with them, but there may be a need for him in the future once they reach the continent. As they initially set off, Tyveres sat cozy upon the shell with his gaze up upon the sky, watching as the blue hue faded away into a starry night. He thought about the events that led up to them being here. The thought caused his eyes to fall upon the beauty at the head of the beast. This was supposed to have been a simple find and deliver mission, but it seemed like he was getting involved into something more. She was definitely special, having made him feel a warmth inside that he hadn't felt in a long time, but would this venture be worth it? Would he get the information he needed whatever the outcome? He brushed the thought aside. Pushing himself up, he parkoured down the shell of the beast, hopping from horn to horn until he got to the rope tied to the boat. Gracefully, he leaped onto the rope and tightrope walked his way to the ship carefully keeping his balance with outstretched hands. He was as nimble as a cat on the rope, not even breaking a sweat in performing the feat even when the rope swayed from the push of the waves against the boat. Back on the ship, the captain was fast asleep below deck, but before he had gone to sleep, he had left out a pot of food to share. They were oats cooked into a meal. Ty made himself and the princess a bowl before returning back topside. By the time he returned, his female companion was just looking for him with excitement in her eyes requesting to train. "We can train, but you must eat first." He said as extended a bowl with a spoon to her. He sat down nearby and consumed his food. As he did so, he thought of other ways to help her improve her ability. She was already a graceful dancer, but could she use that skill to keep her balance? He needed to test it. "If you're ready to train, you'll need your sword." He would say to break the silence after she was done eating. Clearly she did not have the sword after having swam to the tame the sea beast. "I want you to walk across the rope to the ship to retrieve it. And on the way you can take both our bowls back with you too. Surely a graceful dancer like you can handle that." This was a pretty extreme ask for someone who had never tightroped before, but he felt confident that she would be okay, or if not at most she would only drop the bowls into the ocean. "If you can manage that, then we'll continue your training." He said this with a bit of a devious grin. Little would she know that he has a follow up plan should she succeed in the task of retrieving her sword. He carried his own with him at his side and once she attempted to return, then he would suddenly meet her halfway across the rope to begin the next step in her training. Should she fail at getting the bowls safely across, then he would await her return before they can train upon the shell of the beast.
  3. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    Time and space seemed to stand still even with being on the ship sitting in open waters. As the boat gently rocked with the stillness of the water after the ripples ceased from when the sea beast went by, Tyveres and the captain scanned all sides of the ship. They were unable to see deep under the water's surface. With breathing slowed, the warrior remained calm and ready to act in the worst case scenario of this situation. Soon enough there appeared a bright radiance that seemed imprinted upon the surface. The origin of the golden hue was easily identifiable as the two men have both bared witnessed to it. "She'll resurface soon." He called out to the captain who was checking the opposite side of the vessel. He hobbled his sturdy legs over to the side and stood next to the armor clad assassin. Within a short amount of time, the once still water erupted with the large scaled beast protruding out of it right next to their vessel and with the princess riding upon it's scalp. The sheer size of the beast was much larger than Ty had anticipated as water came cascading down upon the deck of the ship and pushing it back from it's position slightly. It wasn't enough to cause either men to fall from their supported position on the ship's railing. The sight of watching the small woman control such a large beast made Ty think more about her status of who she is. She was a princess of a kingdom. Royalty controlled people through laws, but here she can even control wild creatures through the power of her light. He knew of her gentle good-willed nature, but it was a sight that still cause fear among lesser individuals. It reminded him of his past and it made him a little uneasy for the moment that he thought about it until the sound of her voice rang across the water to them. "Hey! This gentle gal might be able to speed up our ride to Terrenus! What do you think? We should tie her to the ship for a boost!" The charcoal haired assassin turned away from the princess to the captain. "Do we have any rope on this ship?" With an expected retort from the older man that Ty didn't care to hear, he lifted open a crate that was nailed to the side of the ship and produced the rope requested. It was a durable cable that would be long and strong enough for the creature to ferry them along the ocean. Ty grabbed one end of the rope and ran to the edge, stepped up to the railing and dove into the water gracefully. He resurfaced and started swimming toward the creature. His pace slowed as he came closer to it - or her if the princess was right about its gender. Ty cautiously placed a hand upon the side of the shell of the sea beast. Despite the cold temperature of the ocean, the shell was warm to the touch. Getting no reaction from the creature, he climbed up the shell from the water and examined it for a sturdy spot that he could tie the cable to. There was a spot that was angled out like a bull horn. It was perfect to prevent it from sliding off in route of their destination. He flung the cable around it and gave it a good sailor's knot that wouldn't come undone by the boats weight. "All good on this end." He waited from the shell for their departure in case his knotting skills weren't as good as he believed them to be.
  4. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    “Thank you…” she whispered out. “I’m sorry, I was foolish.” Ty was silent as she started to talk, his own mind still seemingly mesmerized by her presence. His trance was broken by her sudden frantic behavior and shortly after she produced the sword that was on the deck of the ship. She had the urge to continue their lesson, but her posture and voice was very shaken. He recognized this behavior as being nervous. Shaky disposition, cracking tone, averting eyes - all signs per his knowledge. He moved from his leaning position to reach for his own blade, but before he could respond, the boat rocked as the water became choppy very quickly. The captain shouted out that another one of the giant sea creatures was on its way towards them. Was this the same one or a different beast? Did they just happen to be in a high traffic area or was this the beasts territory? Before Ty could gather more of his thoughts on it, more fish hit the deck of their rickety ship. They were already well stocked in fish, so much so that it would make anyone sick of it for a while. “I...I have an idea!" she suddenly said. "Find a way to catch as much of those fish as you can!” “What are you, talking about lass?! We got plenty of food for tonight!” "I have to agree with the-" “Trust me!” His speech was cut off by the princess' actions as she scrambled about. She wanted them to trust her, so Tyveres did just that and worked to round up the flopping gill-bearing aquatic craniate animals and threw them all in a net. He wasn't sure what she wanted with the live specimens, but before he knew it the Princess had thrown herself into the water with a graceful splash. He knew of her beast taming ability, but was she really going to try to tame the giant sea creature? She was recklessly throwing herself into its world. Ty could hear the captain shout from her actions. "Fold the sails mate or we'll sail clear away from her in this wind!" Ty wasn't a sailor in any way and only knew what the captain had done from watching from the sidelines, but with him at the helm, he had no choice but to react. He scanned the sails and analyzed each piece as quickly as he could and found the right actions to take to loosen the ropes that held up the sails. The boat then slowly came to a slow creep as it glided across the water's wavy surface. Immediately both men looked over the sides of the boat, scanning as far in the depths as they could for any sign of the princess or the great sea beast. He wasn't completely worried by her reckless behavior. Her actions were akin to her normal behavior from his past experience and he could only standby awaiting for a sign from her for the fish she requested still wondering how she might accomplish such a tall order of taming a sea beast.
  5. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    Their eccentric dance ended abruptly with the clash of their swords. They would share an intense moment with their forces competing against one another, but it was easy to see who would be the victor. While they clashed, he could see the fire within her eyes with his own cold eyes, but it wasn't passion that he sensed. It dawned on him that her attacks carried more brute force in the initial bout, but gradually became better. She was angry, but that anger had evolved through the course of their training. This much was clear to him as he broke their stalemate and sent her back, but he reduced the use of his strength to ensure he didn't cause her any harm. She had managed to cause him to use his blade only after the second session, even though it was due to a mistake on his own part. His mind was not cleared like it was before and he became careless. It was even lucky for him that he had the reflexes he did, otherwise, she could have done serious damage. He thought that she should've been thrilled, but maybe she sensed that he wasn't behaving the same as before, but it started prior to that. It started with her first initial strike. The princess spun away from him and her behavior seemed clear that she was angry. There couldn't have been much for her to be angry with. She had only just arrived from the cabin and requested to train more. His mind happened to recall a similar situation. He had seen this before in his past, but not towards him. A high valued target he was assigned to, he studied and watched for a time from the shadows. On one of those days of studying, there was an incident that he bared resemblance to the situation he now found himself in. The lady of the house became angry over something that to Ty, and obviously his target, seemed minuscule. The woman had purchased a new lime green silken dress with diamonds embroidered around the collar and the man had not mentioned it upon their next meeting. The man was more worried about the impending attack on his life. Little did he know that Ty was there with him for days before he would make his move. People watching used to be something he often did to learn more about how different people socialized and behaved. Since he was taken away from his family and close friends at a young age to be turned into the cold killing machine he is today, he didn't grow up having the same interactions as a "normal" boy. It dawned on him that the princess before him had drastically changed her appearance from her hair to the new set of clothes being armor he deduced that came from the captain. He had been so caught up with his own agenda that he did not notice. He slid the steel blade back into its sheath on his waist and slowly walked after the princess. As he approached, he could briefly hear the young woman's low solemn voice ask if he was humoring her. He completely disregarded her question and dove straight into questioning her, "Is this truly the Queen you wish to be? Someone who fetches for compliments based on their outward appearance? Someone who easily gives up if things don't go your way?" His voice was calm, but his words were harsh. He had paused momentarily to let his words sync in to her while he too leaned over the railing of the ship. "That's not the type of Queen anyone would want to follow, certainly not someone I would follow." He leaned closer to her and he could see that she was either staring out over the horizon or to the ocean waves. He placed an index finger just below her cheek to gently turn her face towards his own. His finger barely touched her skin, but he could feel the soft tenderness and the warmth it held. They're faces were close together once more. His eyes staring into hers. He was reenacting how he watched the husband apologize to his wife from his past, though his words were different only because he did not hear what was said. He did his best to say something that would inspire her or at least cheer her up. "I've seen you do amazing things in the short time that I've known you. If I did not think you could win the hearts of your people, I would not have accepted your request to train you. You are a talented young lady. It will be tough to adjust to being a Queen, but I believe you can do it." It was around this time that the wife pressed her lips against her husband's, obviously saying something that truly made her melt within his hands. Ty wasn't trying to go for that, but being here in this moment with Cecilia felt right. He felt that warmness in his weak soul that he had felt days ago when she radiated with her brilliant light that carried them across the sea - essentially rescuing both of them from the dark depths of the freezing chilled waters. He knew he should've drawn back to prepare for more training, but that warm feeling held him in place with his eyes still locked onto hers.
  6. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    While the Princess rested and retreated to the lower cabin, there was a silence. Nothing but the sound of the boat gliding across the ocean's surface and the gentle breeze of the wind pushing against the sails that flapped along with it. Tyveres did not mind the silence. He was not the type to break out in song or play instruments just to break silence or for self entertainment, though he could play the guitar. Being on the boat and seeing the old captain reminded him of the captain they had left upon the shore of their previous town. He didn't care to know if the man was alright, but the events of what led them to this time raced through his moment and he recalled seeing one of the princess' pursuers on the other ship with his sitar. His mind seemed to focus on the instrument and in his mind he drew further back in time to a few years ago. ~~~ It was a mid-summer's night and Ty had found himself in a royal palace, but not as a normal visitor. He wore an attire that did not fit his character that he had displayed normally - wearing bright colored linens that loosely fit his form with a matching large hat with a falcon feather sticking out the side of it and boots with the toe curled up in a spiral. He was dressed as a performer and his hands and wrapped over his shoulder was a redwood guitar with strings made of the finest wires to avoid snapping during a performance. Next to him stood three other men that were almost identically matching in attire. They were a band that was going to perform in front of the royal court though they weren't truly who they looked to be. There was a reason the unison bunches' clothes seemed to not fit entirely perfectly on all of them. They were four individual assassin's that were hired to work together to take out a target that was going to be present during the performance. It was one of the few assignments that Ty actually worked with others, but they each had their own individual marks, so they're timing needed to be precise. The four not-so-merry men took the stage and the spot light shone on them with the audience silently awaiting. Ty was the first to start with a simple combination of chords played then silence. Then he continued playing more notes that flowed in melody and the others seemed to follow suite with their various instruments. They surprisingly played like the professionals that they murderously replaced - killed them in various ways to be able to take their clothes and instruments. Ty had spent weeks practicing the guitar to get ready for the assignment. He was a natural at it with the way his fingers plucked at the strings to produce the melodic sound they made. In another life, he could've been an excellent musician who wrote many hits that would inspire the world. As they played, their eyes seamlessly scanned the entire audience through the darkness of the crowd to find their individual marks. They weren't there for the royal court themselves, but rather a few nobles who just happened to piss of the wrong people. It was a political game that was played in this area. They normally had reliant protection, but in an event like this, they tended to loosen the chains of their guards to not disrupt the mood and atmosphere of the performance. During the performance, each would hit a certain key or note that the others listened for. It was a message hidden within their music that stated they were ready. Once the last assassin, a tall fellow with a villainous mustache playing a percussion instrument played his note, the others stopped abruptly. The sound deafened and the four made their individual moves. In Ty's case, he popped the bottom of the guitar and trap door within dropped open and out slipped two daggers which he grabbed with his dominant hand and flung them into the crowd. He didn't have to wait to see the daggers find their mark because he knew they would and fled from the stage to exit the scene. The other three had done things their way to kill their targets and each of them fled in a different direction. The next day, headlines of the local news would read titles such as "A Beautiful Rendition of Murder" or "A Melodic Assassination". It completely call the audience off guard as the men together played beautiful music and it was the talk of the town for weeks. They came to be known as the Four Shadows because no one knew who they were and they disappeared into the shadows. ~~~ Thinking about that mission reminded him of the music that played. It was his own original piece that he taught himself. He didn't hum to it or tap his hands, but his mind remembered every note. The external silence on the boat was broken when the princess arose from the cabin and requested to begin training once more. The request broke him out of his trance. A nod he provided, "Very well." He left the ship's wheel and walked with her to the front of the ship where there was more room to train. "Same as before. You must get me to use my own blade." He took a stance and waited for her first strike before avoiding it same as before - though the difference this time was that same melody was in his head. His movements seemed to match the rhythm of the song in his head and Cecilia also danced in her own way swinging the blade to strike him. His movements were different from before. A little more lax and unrefined, but to the naked eye one could not tell so easily. Only from studying it or fighting against it would one possibly know, but he they would continue on until he would take a wrong step... The next sound that would be heard was the sound of metal on metal.
  7. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    Unexpectedly, Ty felt a soft pressure against his shoulder. His eyes peaked over as he heard the sound of a utensil hitting wood which he determined to be the plate. As quick as a luminescent ray of light that cast down on them from the heaven's above, the young adolescent was already slipping through the first stage of the sleep cycle. Carefully, Ty lowered his plate of unfinished food and placed it on the bench next to where he sat. Smoothly, his body shifted in a manner that resembled a sort of dance though with a slumbering partner. The lady's head barely moved during the action as he held her head up with his hand. His free hand slipped under her thighs, just behind her knees, as his own bent down to pull her close to his body. He could feel her heated body temperature from having worked out all day. It was a simple, subtle movement, but continuous repetition would still result in burning muscles over time. The food she consumed should hopefully be enough to replenish her strength along with a good night's rest. In another carefully thought out movement, Ty lifted her up from the bench and cradled her within his arms as her head lain just above his chest. Down the stairs they went to enter the cabin. The room was as they had left it previously with the exception of a few things out of place that the ol' captain had moved when he slept down here. He laid her down upon the bed gently and covered her with the blanket similar to the previous night. Two nights in a row that he had helped her to sleep, but he didn't think or worry about it becoming a habit. Though the night was long past, Ty couldn't quite fall asleep yet. He finally decided to bathe himself. In the cabin, there was a small bathroom fitted with a sink, toilet and a standing shower, though he was certain there wasn't much fresh water in the system. Ty undressed from his iconic clothing being his black hooded shirt and pants that he had worn since he first met the princess. Underneath his clothing were toned muscles with a few areas ridden with faded scars from various sized blades cutting his flesh mostly from his former career. He stepped into the shower and turned the water on. It seemed to trickle out of the spout from above and ran just a few degrees below room temperature. He didn't let it run long since he wanted to conserve what remained, but it was enough for him to dampen his hair and cleanse out the rest of the bits of sand that were in his hair from days ago and also soak his dried skinned. He didn't use anything to scrub his body, just his battle-hardened hands that helped guide the trickling water over various parts. As he stepped out of the shower, he realized that there wasn't a towel in the small room fit barely enough for two. Without hesitation, he stepped out of bathroom, uncaring if the princess was awake and happened to catch a glimpse of his nude exterior. He made his way to the chest of goods that he brought on board, trailing water as he went, and found a towel and fresh clothing. Lackadaisically, he dried the remains of the water off his body and hung the towel in the bathroom and slipped into the new clothing being an off red long sleeve shirt and a faded pair of black trousers - just something he could grab that was cheap and knew he could fit into. After which he laid back in the hammock. Though he laid in the hammock same as before, his eyes were wide open staring at the ceiling of the small cabin. His thoughts trailed on to the possibilities of what to expect once they reached the kingdom. Would he continue to stay involved with their politics, or would he get what he worked for and disappear without a trace. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Princess sleeping on the bed. He had gotten a lot closer to her than anyone else in the last year, though he still secluded his own personal business from their conversations. After moments of pondering, he pushed the thoughts aside to worry about when the time came. His eyelids closed as his mind became relaxed like his body and slowly drifted into a light sleep, letting the subtle rocking of the boat enhance his state of being. ~~~~ By morning, Ty woke up to relieve the captain of his sailing duties, replacing him at the wheel. He didn't sleep long even though it was a smooth sail. His thoughts before bed troubled him even through his dreams - foreseeing the possibilities of what might happen when they land ashore. Though at this point his mind was clear from being behind the wheel of the ship. The winds were kind and they were getting good speed and the trio were fortunate with good weather conditions, but they were likely not even halfway to Terrenus. The skies were clear and the sun was shining brilliantly, but it wasn't enough to warm the topside of the tiny vessel compared to the vast amounts of open water that surrounded them. Not far from their sailing path was a herd of fish that were jumping out the water and gliding above it for short distances. They were travelling parallel to the ship, and it was quite the sight to behold as the sun bounced off their scales to reflect sparkling rubies and diamonds. Shortly after, Cecillia arose from the lower deck. Ty noticed her, but didn't speak. He didn't have much of a chance either way as the sea captain started a conversation with her mentioning her attire and the temperature out at sea. It was true that he did procure clothing for her to change into feeling that it may come in handy should the weather decline. His eyes watched as the young eager warrior-in-training started her day by training right away. Obviously not heeding his words from last night that she shouldn't train on an empty stomach, but again he remained silent and watched to see how she'd perform. He continued on with keeping the boat steady on its course when he realized a splashing sound was coming closer to their ship. Just out of the corner of his eye, he caught the shine and knew that it was the flying fish that were headed their way now. They were small creatures, so they likely wouldn't cause much damage to the ship if they came to contact, if any at all. Majority of the fish either passed over or under the ship while the rest collided with either the side or fell inside the ship and flopped around. It was then that the boat was rammed by something from the starboard side that instantly gave the boat a nice rocking that would've caught anyone standing off guard if they weren't prepared, but not enough to tip it over. Tyveres, feeling a burst of energy, stood up and looked over the side of the boat to see a large sea creature pass just barely under them. He could barely make out that it was a long green-ish looking serpent, but no more than that as it continued onward following after the flying fish. Ty's attention diverted to the fish that were left on the deck flopping around. Like a flash of switchblade, three spear-like arrows from his own shadow pierced them through their heads and into the wooden plank below them. Their movement stopped instantly even as the shadow rescinded to its origin. "Guess we have breakfast." It was believed that the flying fish was one of the more tasty morsels of the sea, especially when cooked right. Ty was not much a sea goer, so he had no idea what the creature was that came into contact with their boat, but it was lucky for them that it decided to continue on. Had it decided to attack them, it could have easily toppled the ship with its massive size and with no sign of land, they would've been in a ocean sized amount of trouble - or would they. His attention turned to the princess. He recalled her ability to tame wild animals. He began to wonder if the same was true for animals of the sea though he didn't bother bringing it up. "Everyone alright?" ~~~ Shortly after everything calmed down and everyone had a bite to eat and the captain turned in for much needed sleep, Ty would counsel Cecilia once again in her training. "You're doing well with your stance. It's looking good." He approached her, the ship being unmanned for the moment, but with the winds being steady, the boat would continue on in the needed direction. "I want you to swing at me from your stance." His face was stern and unwavering, showing that he was serious. He expected her to swing her blade at an unarmed man, though his other blade was at his side should he need it. "Go on. I'm waiting." He stood with his hands clasped together behind his back. His eyes watched her every movement all at once and the moment he saw her begin to swing, he sway his body in a way to avoid the strike. "Again." Once again, he'd move out of the way of her strike. "If you can manage to make me use my blade, you'll be ready for the real training." He knows that he could easily train her on the proper method of swinging the blade, but he needed to be a little hard on her. It couldn't come that easy for her even if she was a princess. He continued allowing her to try to strike him until he could see she was out of breath from following him from around the front of the upper deck. "Take a short break, Cecilia, and then we'll continue." Should she press to continue without a break, he'd insist. He didn't break much of a sweat from the training, but he went back to the wheel of the ship and checked the compass to ensure they were still heading in the right direction. He'd hold the wheel until she was ready to continue.
  8. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    Again and again the princess continued on training the basic movement of her stance with the borrowed sword. From his trained eye, he could see she was getting it. The more he watched her, the more he could see she was perfecting it little by little. A few times he'd correct her either with his speech, or motion her with his ability. Though he did encourage her as she continued. "Good. Again. Again." There would be pauses in his speech as she took her stance repeatedly. This continued for hours. The small fox even found her way up the stairs to enjoy the company of others. She took a seat by the captain, giving him a few sniffs before turning a nose toward the training pair. Before long the captain urged for Ty to take the helm. He obliged while Cecilia continued on her with her training. It wasn't hard for him to steer given that the course was already set. He just needed to keep it steady. The captain pulled in the fish and the deck almost instantly wreaked of fresh fish but was soon replaced by the smell of a delicately roasted meal. Ty continued to monitor the sea while often watching the young woman at the front of the ship continue. She had been going at it all day with no break and not even sparing for a bite to eat. Kimi looked up to Ty and gave him a soft cry. It was obvious to her as well. The captain returned to replace Ty from the wheel and also with a plate of food. "Yer outta see to her." Ty took the plate and without a word relinquished control of the ship back to its rightful owner so that he could see to the woman. One bite was taken as he walked towards the exhausted young warrior-in-training before he could see her start to collapse from sheer exhaustion. Ty dropped the plate upon the port side bench and rushed to her and caught her with his arms before she could hit the ground, or worst, fall overboard. The sword she held hit the floor of the wooden ship with a metal on wood thud. Her long raven hair spilling over his arms once more as her slender frame lain delicately in his grasp. The look on the man's face could've been stern and scolding, but instead it was one of concern. "Are you alright?" He expected that she was just exhausted and that there was nothing that ailed her as he locked eyes with her. "That's enough training for one day. You can't continue on an empty stomach." Tyveres gingerly helped the young woman over to the bench and extended to her a plate of perfectly roasted fish made by the old captain. After she took it, he picked up his own plate and continued eating. "You did good today. You just might be ready to swing the sword tomorrow." He spoke out in between bites of the seafood. The remaining scraps from his plate he threw overboard behind him and placed the plate down on the bench. It was extremely late and it was a surprise the captain was handling just fine at the helm. It wouldn't be long before the sun cracked the eastern horizon.
  9. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    His unwavering attention was focused on her as she spoke from her heart. It was clear she cared about his well-being and felt like whatever reward that he was after from her father wouldn't have been worth it. His feelings were not the same. Though he wasn't one to take on a job without seeing it through, this one had deep personal meaning to it. Even though part of him believed that this was nothing but a farce, a ruse, just to get the princess back home he didn't let himself believe that it was an empty promise. He had found signs that led him to that continent to begin with. In truth, he thought he'd have the job done in a matter of days. It's been more than a week. The information that was promise could all but entirely be relevant with the passing of time. Still, even with the slightest chance of it being accurate, he had to take the chance. Ty remained silent as she spoke but rested a gentle hand upon her shoulder to indicate that he was going to stick with her when she hid her face within her raven locks. His silence remained until she got up and requested a favor. "But I do need one more favor from you before then." "What's that?" His eyes never left hers even as she suggestively leaned toward him. It was clear that she drew close for reason and used her charm to try to mask what she wanted, but it never crossed his mind that it was of a sexual nature. He could sense her movements like an infant instinctively reaching for the nipple. He could've stopped her from grabbing his blade, but curiosity got the better of him to see where it would go. She wouldn't attempt to inflict harm upon him after such a heartfelt speech, so he allowed the blade to be removed. "Please, teach me how to fight with a blade!" A soft smile cracked upon his face as his eyes drew down to the empty sheath upon his waist - which could've easily been read that he was disappointed her favor wasn't something else. In truth, the smile was because it was as he predicted. He slapped his hands on his knees and in that moment his shadow from under his feet stretched out and lassoed around the short blade as he peered up to her with a grin. He didn't remove the sword from her hand, only held it steady as she took her...poor attempt at a fighting stance. "Are you sure this is what you want?" The grin slowly faded. "Taking up a sword to defend yourself is one thing, but taking it up with the intention of ending someone's life is completely different. What would you be fighting for?" With the events that unfolded and secrets that were unraveled since they started their journey together, she could've easily wanted to find the strength to defend herself should they run into the caped crusaders again, or she could want to end her own father's life for the terrible secrets she learned. Despite either answer he received, he would release the hold on the blade and start with the basics of holding the sword and her stance. He'd do this by outstretching the same cold shadow manifestation to position and bend her legs in a proper style that was similar to his own, but curtailed to her slender form; raising her arm that held the blade up to a proper angle. When the shadow touched her bare skin, she could feel that it was cold like steel, but unlike dry ice that would cause a burning sensation. Once she was adequately setup, the shadow rescinded back to its original shape below his feet. "This is your stance. I want you to remember this. Remember how it feels. Keep your blade steady, eyes front to your target. Control your breathing as he study what's in front of you. Practice going from a relaxed position to this stance." Depending on how much of a natural she'd be at it, or how adept she was at catching on quickly would determine the length of time needed to strengthen the body to take up the stance in a natural flow. Tyveres stood up from his spot and walked around her, examining every inch of her. A soft hand was placed on her arm and slid down it to her back and brushed through her long raven locks. "We'll also have to do something about this as well." He referred to her long hair, but he didn't mean that she'd have to cut it, though that would've been best. She would need to at least bind it to be less flowing and shorter until she got better adjusted for what's to come. "Practice going in and out of your stance until it feels natural. Only then can you learn to swing the blade." In truth, it would be more difficult for her to grasp it with the rocking of the boat compared to being on static land. He left her to practice only to return with rations and water from the cabin to help keep their stamina up, which he also tossed a set to the captain too. Surely the captain would need a break from sailing soon to rest, but before then he'd want to at least teach the young woman another lesson. He took a seat as he watched her as he ate his share and held the ration of food for her until she was ready to accept it.
  10. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    The boat rocked very subtly as it glided across the top of the ocean waters, but enough to cause the hammock that Ty slept in to sway side to side. In his mind was a dark emptiness. He wasn't haunted or disturbed by any dreams. Since taking on the task of finding the young woman, he hasn't gotten much sleep. However, this time he would get enough. There wasn't much trouble that the princess could get herself in out in the open sea, so there wasn't much need to be on high alert. His eyes opened slowly as he slowly awoke from his much needed slumber. He could feel his body feel a bit more rejuvenated and a little warm. Pupils peering down, his eyes caught a glimpse of fur and came to realize that his companion had taken a curled position on his stomach as he slept. A stern hand rested upon her soft metallic coat and stroked with the flow of her fur to the base of her twin tails only to pick up the hand and reset it and continue once more. He'd repeat the stroking of the creatures coat until she woke up with a wide yawn. Tiny little fangs baring as her tongue curled in a C-shape toward the inside of her mouth and gave a good stretch of her front legs. This creature had been with him for quite some time and even managed to stay with them through all the chaos. There was still so much he didn't understand about the fox, but she insistently continued to follow him since the day he found her. Ty started to sit up and as he did, his arm slid under the fox's stomach and lifted her up and cradled her under his arm while swinging his legs out of the hammock and over the side. He slid out of the hammock and onto his feet and placed the small five pound animal back on the hammock, giving her a small pat on the head before he turned to look around the room. Things were as he remembered except Cecilia wasn't in the bed. He questioned how long he had been asleep for. One thing was for certain, he was famished. They hadn't had a proper meal since before they reached the previous town. He headed up the stairs to the upper deck of the small wooden vessel and was greeted by the old captain as he was also slapped with a salty breeze and hit with intense sunlight from overhead, causing him to shield his eyes for a moment. The old goat was still awake and seemed to know where he was going, but his main concern was the princess. He found her sitting by the railing of the boat staring out over the horizon. Where they were it was nothing but water and clouds and the intense sun. Even with the breeze, it was a warm day for being at sea. "How are you feeling?" He spoke softly to the lady as he sat next to her. Her mind seemed focused on something that was distressing her. Rather than analyze further he awaited for her response.
  11. Tyveres

    Dancing Through Deserts

    The small group exited the tunnels that seemed filled with the pungent smell of fish fresh out of the ocean - though the smell didn't seem to phase the strong-willed old sailor or the man that followed behind him. However, it was a different story for the young princess that followed close behind the man in black. There was a small side conversation between the young woman and the old man. Tyveres didn't much care for it. His focus was to remain vigilant. Though they may have seemed out of the woods from their previous encounter, it wouldn't be long before they discovered that they weren't under the pile of rubble and their pursuit would continue. He was so focused that he didn't even realize that they had made it to the vessel that they would use to travel the open waters. The rickety old boat didn't look like it would even last to leave the port by Ty's untrained eyes. He heard the old scrub describe that it was in need of maintenance, but it seemed like an understatement. He did not feel very confident in the ship, nor that in the captain. He recalled that there was a much larger port to the north of Genesaris which was their intended destination before they're forced detour. Perhaps they could travel there by sea and make way to Terrenus from there on a much safer and faster vessel that didn't look like it would break down at the slightest breeze or wave. Upon the deck of the ship, there was a strong stench of booze. Even more of a reason not to trust the captain at the helm of such a long journey. The cabin was just to his expectation - messy and more alcohol. The old retired dog cleaned off the bed that didn't look to shabby, but hardly fitting for a princess. However, Cecilia being in the state that she was in couldn't have cared less and he watched as she just about knocked out from contact with the cushion of the mattress. Ty's attention then turned to the would-be captain as his speech was directed at him. He didn't bother replying to the old coot even after the hard pat upon his shoulder. Before heading back up to the deck, he looked back at the princess as she seemed to rest calmly. He was content so long as she was comfortable. He still remained silent and uttered no words towards her as he ascended the stairs to the upper deck. Back on deck, the captain barked orders to his makeshift shipmate of the things that needed to get done before they could set sail. Tyveres nodded to the requirements and left the boat with the Princess remaining on board with the captain. A short while after his departure, he returned holding bags in each hand and shortly behind him were two strapping young men that wore clothes that resembled workers of the marketplace. The two of them were carrying a chest with more requested items from the captain. In all, they brought food and water to last a week, fuel for their engine to get them out to open sea, and extra garments for the Princess to change into. All of which were acquired by coin rather than by theft. The two men followed Ty to the deck of their ship and carefully placed the chest of goods on the wooden deck. It appeared they too were weary of the ship's condition. Ty also dropped his bags and paid the two men a fine tip. Currency that he's always had since the beginning of his journey, but not always felt the need to use unless truly necessary. Life as an assassin didn't pay well since failure meant death and success meant you could live, but he had performed odd jobs with the skills he acquired since leaving the organization to pursue his own personal interest. "Help me take this down." His directive was given to the captain. Ty didn't want to take any chances and have other people knowing that Cici was on board their ship. With a grunt, the salty sea dog assisted Ty in lifting the chest and descended down to the lower deck. They secured it against the wall with a leather strap that was nailed to it to act as a safety belt. It would keep it from sliding everywhere once they set sail upon the unforgiving waters. "Th'r. Now, I need y'r help getting this ol' beaut' out to sea." The two went back above deck. The captain cut on the engine which sounded to his expectation - rickety and dying. Ty removed the rope that kept them tied to the dock and the captain turned up the throttle. The boat moved slowly at first as the propeller seemed to be knocking off the rust as it helped push them through. Ty seated himself near the starboard side of the ship, awaiting for further instruction from the old dog. After they were safely out of port and a distance away, the captain yelled out to Ty over the sound of the motor. "Hoist the sails!" With that order, Ty stood from his seat, found his balance on the rocking deck and made his way to the bast of the boat and untied the rope that would allow the cloth sail free to hang and catch the wind. The wind picked it up quickly and the captain cut the engine off of the boat. From that point they were riding by the wind. With the engine off, it was quiet. Nothing but the sound of the rickety boat and the waves crashing against the bow of the boat as it glided through. "Get y'r rest, son. We gots a long trip ahead of us and y'r gonna have to steer this beaut' when I get tired." There was no helping it now. Their lives were in this old man's hands. Ty descended down to the cabin once more and looked to the Princess. She still seemed content but that could've easily been hidden by how exhausted she was. He sat upon the edge of the bed and laid a hand upon her shoulder. She felt a bit cold. The sleep deprived maiden didn't even throw a blanket over herself before sleeping. Ty grabbed the blanket from the floor and cautiously placed it over her body to help her contain her body heat and keep the draft breeze from the stairwell from hitting her. After doing so, he moved away from the bed and found a hammock that was against the wall. He removed his gear down to his shirt and pants and climbed into the hammock. His eyes remained open as he stared at the roof of the cabin. His mind trailed on in reflection of the events that led up to this point. What could he have done differently? Then he thought back to the inn that they destroyed. Though the princess saved the old man's life, he seemed to eager to just walk away from his life in that town. Could there have been some kind of hidden agenda behind more to his aid. Was a payment all he was possibly looking for to fix his inn, or was this truly out of a noble gestures of having been saved? These thoughts would keep him from becoming to careless around the man until he could prove something. For now, he closed his eyes and let himself relax to the swaying of the boat until he too fell asleep.
  12. Tyveres

    Tales of Valoria

    The words she returned to his ears were bitter. It was clear she did not like her role in city. She might've been happier running off to a foreign land, maybe similar to the one in which he came from. On her beautiful face was a forced smile as she gracefully took his hand to allow him to help her up to her feet. She turned away form him and in that moment, he felt the words of her heart. She felt she would forever be alone. This saddened his heart so much that he reacted out of impulse for what he did next. The same hand that helped her now reach for her and grabbed her by the wrist. "Wait.." He spoke gently, almost too soft to hear over the sounds of the rushing waters behind him. There was a pause in his speech for a short moment. "A ruler never has to rule alone... So long as they share their hearts with others." He didn't quite know what he was saying, as if his mind was wiped away by the feelings he felt in the moment. He hoped that she would turn around and look at him, so that he may gaze into her eyes enough to see their depth. If she would gaze back into his, she could feel the sincerity in his heart. "If you could trust me, Azayla, I could trust you. We have both experienced a past full of pain. We could help each other tear away from the loneliness and get the escape we need. Seeing you here tonight, being in your state of frustration and heartache, it pains me. I knew not what to expect tonight, but one thing is for certain at this moment. I want to help you, however, I can." This was an attempt at a deep connection as he opened up to her and it was marked by the first time, since they've met, that he called her by her first name. It wasn't meant to be out of respect, but a bridge to connect them. He didn't necessarily mean that he wanted her heart, though it could have most certainly been taken that way, but rather a means to provide the emotional support she would need in the future.
  13. Tyveres

    Tales of Valoria

    It took the young man a moment to realize what the woman was up to. The object she had cast now laid dormant under the waters. With only the moon's light as guidance, it would be near impossible to find the shell. It wasn't long before the young woman gave up her search. He could've helped her, but it would be like trying to find a singular grain of sand among the entire ocean floor. In the darkness, his eyes couldn't even follow the trail in which it was thrown, only hearing the soft impact sound it made against the rolling waters. Though now he was informed a little more about her and her past. Perhaps in the future he would find a shell similar and share it with her as a token of good faith, but for now he could see the defeated energy that escaped her as she rested on the sand. Lanzo followed shortly after and heard her words of regret. He couldn't help but scoff in jest. "My Lady, you are the heir to the castle. You would do right to enjoy your freedom while you can. I imagine that it would be most difficult to be so spontaneous when an entire house looks to you for guidance." As he talked, he approached her slowly and crouched down to meet her eye level with his knees hovering over the sand. A gentle hand brushed against her cheek. "Frowning doesn't suit you, My Lady." He cracked a smile hoping for her to mimic his own. "There shall come a time when you would rule over this city, but you don't have to do it alone." He left off his speech at that point. He pondered if she'd guess what his statement meant. "It is getting late. I should see you home before you grow sick from your dampened clothes." At that moment he stood up from his crouched position and extended the same hand that brushed against her cheek to aid her in standing up.
  14. Tyveres

    What are you watching? [animated]

    I second this!
  15. Tyveres

    Tales of Valoria

    Lanzo continued to watch the young lady tread farther into the dark waters of the ocean. He bent at his knees and lowered his bottom towards his ankles, bottom just hovering over the rushing water. He thought about the situation for a moment. If she continued to go farther, she could be putting her life at risk. There could be a nocturnal sea predator nearby, or the currents could pull her out farther. It would be a bother should she die, so he stood tall and followed her out into the open waters. His actions were logical, but they could be taken as a sign of caring, or romantic. As he followed her movements, he notice her stop when the water was near her waist and speak about the ocean's water. "Tis true. The sea can be a delicate, but dangerous thing if underestimated." He replied back to her as he continued, the water now rushing between his leather thighs. His pale feet scraping the sand below and swirling it about. There was little lighting provided from the moon, so visibility would decline if they chose to trek farther. He was curious as to what was going through her mind. She seemed upset, or angry at something. Putting pieces together between now and what occurred, he believed it to be something to do with her mother and her current situation being with her father. It would also explain her rebellious nature to run away from the mansion without a guard. Still he remained puzzled by her actions and awaited to see what more she would do.
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