Post by Joliette Thorne on Aug 8, 2008 4:22:41 GMT -5
Leoxander could think of nothing better to do than sleep, and that was exactly what he did, once he made certain necessary attire was intact. He hadn't slept so well in a long time, and smothering the vampire's slender frame, he relaxed against her and snored almost as loudly as the dwarf Queen. The fur faded from his skin. Subdued and tame, he maintained that human shape she so adored as he crushed her against the ground. Wounds would heal, pain would subside, but that good feeling would live on even when his mind started to judge the silence of their reality separate from the voices in his dreams. Mismatched eyes would crack open slowly, and a deep breath raised his shoulders from the back, chest felt filling with air while squashed against hers. Frankly, he didn't want to move.
Tenebrae did. Not because of any displeasure with the rogue, or that she minded thier erstwhile bower among the bones and rubble, but simply because well.. she needed to tidy up. She lingered a while though, in that dreamy state, before attempting to untangle herself from him. "Morning, Cap'n.." Her nose nuzzled his cheek before she sat up. Fact was, there was no way to tell what time of day or night it was, even with that convenient gloom lifted now. She looked across to Myrall, still wrapped in warmer dwarven clothing that the stuff Tene wore, and offered Leo a wicked grin. "I think we'd have to throw a riot to wake Her Majesty. But best we do, and find a way out of this... hole."
Leoxander grumbled his response, a less than cooperative one. He was comfortable, cuddled against her warm body and recovering from their more personal adventure. All the reason he needed not to distract himself from that mellow state. But she was ever the busy woman willing to forge their progress along, and after a while he could do naught but crawl off her and set her free. He ended up on his side on the ground, and then his back, his hand draping over his bare stomach with a sigh. All past threats on his life and dignity were since forgiven and forgotten, and he was basking in the aftermath of their night spent in a pit. A lazy look toward their only exit - that hole in the ceiling, and he'd groan a few heavy words. "Thought the healer already had that figured out?"
Tenebrae was still smiling while she straightened her attire and slipped behind the stern form of Finborr the Blind after snatching up a bottle water from the dwarfess' stash. While she made herself more presentable, her voice rose through the eerie cavern. "True. We had some rope...somewhere.." A white hand might be seen poked out from behind the statue, flapping in the direction of the cordage. "Likely had to do with that." Whether it was the sound of thier voices - though she'd slept through worse- or just a natural recovery from sleep, Myrall stirred in her swathing, a low mutter indicating that she'd expected to wake elswhere, somehow, and was severely disappointed. "Mornin'!" Tene tried to cheer the moment, though it was highly probable she'd fail dismally.
Leoxander was still on his back as he muttered a response. "S'pose you expect me to jump that, then." And his eyes were on the chain above. A pity, he was readily looking forward to doing nothing more than being lazy and letting the females take the lead on that scenario. But one was content to stay, the other he was supposed to provide for... it was a bit of a predicament. A hand draped behind his head, the other gave a lazy wave to Myrall whether she was conscious or not, and finally, he'd start to crawl to his feet, his movements a great deal more sluggish than they had been the day before. All the while his eye would concentrate on their freedom - the single chain dangling out of reach above.
Tenebrae eyed the Cap'n, having finished her ablutions and taken up a seat near the cranky dwarfess. "Think you can?" Her tone was cheeky, the necromancer still imbued with good humour. "Could always make a lariat and try to catch the chain that way..." Whether that was tongue-in-cheek or not he'd never know, as by then she was engaged in a conversation that was somewhat snippy on Myrall's end. "You want to what?" Leo'd hear that exclamation from Tenebrae. "I'm staying," Was Myrall's reply, before she entered a short tirade about krakens and untrustworthy barges, and having her beard shorn off rather than setting foot on another. Tene listened patiently, nodding now and then, while her eyes slid Leo's way, as if to say, "What're you waiting for?" Not that she didn't enjoy the Queen's company.
His ability, he might say, but he chose to remain silent for that look. Leo was hardly ready to perform some miraculous feat of enhanced strength and agility, but it would seem he would have no choice. With sensual memories so fresh in his mind, he visualized the chain as the opportunity to be alone with Tenebrae again. One taste, and he remembered the exact reason he put up with the murderous attempts, and the emotional tantrums... after all, it was all worth it. He backed himself to one edge of the pit and touched his hand to the wall behind him, reminding himself that he had enough room to gain speed. But that first attempt to jump from the ground alone was a failure, if barely, because when he swiped his hand for the chain after trying to dunk perfection, he came up a foot or so short. Landing, the pirate cursed heartily, paced himself back to try again. But when a second attempt resulted in no better of a failure, he decided to alter his tactic. A glance at the dwarf statue, and he silently willed for forgiveness. The rogue bolted across the room and amazingly, it was as though he could run on walls. His momentum carried him several feet above his height with the advantage of a well toned frame, and as he wall crawled to a twenty feet height distance, he realized the limit of his abilities. Before the grasp of gravity gave way, he jumped from the solid surface of the wall for the chain, and reached out in attempt to grasp for that one ticket out of there... the chain dangling from the cavernous roof above.
All conversation ceased, and Tenebrae held her breath for all three attempts, exhaling after the first two as she watched his frustration grow. But on the third... long fingers caught the chain's tip, leaving the rogue at a precarious dangle from it, while those loose-fitting pants threatened to give Myrall an eyeful she could likely do without. Tene thought it best she hurry things along again, and stood to take up several lengths of coiled rope and toss one up to where hopefully Leo could catch it. The rest were looped crossways over one shoulder. She glanced back the dwarfess again, tilting her head. "Well.. if you're sure. I'll make sure folks know where you are, just in case..." Her glance went the way of the bone-piles, though the Queen retorted her assurances that she'd be alright. Meanwhile, Leo had made good his grip, and with the rope caught between strong white teeth clambered in his naturally agile way up the chain, until the lower length afforded him room to tie the cord. This was then dropped, unfurling full length to the ground, and one large hand was thrust down, by way of announcing it was time. Farewells might be spoken while Tene climbed up to her Cap'n, helped past him by his strong grip, until she was above and on her way into the ghastly dark that protected this place from easy view. "Eyes down..." was her imperative, spoken through a grin, and then she was gone into the gloom, and freedom at last.
Knotted, the rope would hold secure beyond the weight that Tenebrae could offer. Leoxander had a skill, and proficiently; one of the first he should learn on a ship was to tie a worthy knot. And so the rope was dropped to provide freedom... first and foremost to his vampire lover, and he grasped the chain one handed just to show off a little while she scaled above him, and provided him with a view. Look down? Like he would skip out on that opportunity. "Sure..." He reassured her with a hint of laughter in his voice. One last look at the priestess, and he'd reach up above his other hand to scale the chain toward the opening of their mysterious pit, reluctant to leave a secluded place with such fond memories. Who knew when he'd have an opportunity like that again?
Tene made short work of their upward journey, more than happy to hoist herself into the sharp-floored tunnel, where she'd find reason to shout a thankyou down to Myrall for the sandals she wore. Leo was offered a hand up, and if he took it -- though he didn’t need to -- she'd help in hauling him up out of the abyss, a quick kiss pecked on his unshaven cheek. "I'm starving. How 'bout you?" The necromancer turned, then for the cavern's opening, never so glad to seek open space though one last look was cast backward, a fond smile given both the place and the lycan who followed. "Pygmy isn't too bad, you know. Tastes like chicken."
Tenebrae did. Not because of any displeasure with the rogue, or that she minded thier erstwhile bower among the bones and rubble, but simply because well.. she needed to tidy up. She lingered a while though, in that dreamy state, before attempting to untangle herself from him. "Morning, Cap'n.." Her nose nuzzled his cheek before she sat up. Fact was, there was no way to tell what time of day or night it was, even with that convenient gloom lifted now. She looked across to Myrall, still wrapped in warmer dwarven clothing that the stuff Tene wore, and offered Leo a wicked grin. "I think we'd have to throw a riot to wake Her Majesty. But best we do, and find a way out of this... hole."
Leoxander grumbled his response, a less than cooperative one. He was comfortable, cuddled against her warm body and recovering from their more personal adventure. All the reason he needed not to distract himself from that mellow state. But she was ever the busy woman willing to forge their progress along, and after a while he could do naught but crawl off her and set her free. He ended up on his side on the ground, and then his back, his hand draping over his bare stomach with a sigh. All past threats on his life and dignity were since forgiven and forgotten, and he was basking in the aftermath of their night spent in a pit. A lazy look toward their only exit - that hole in the ceiling, and he'd groan a few heavy words. "Thought the healer already had that figured out?"
Tenebrae was still smiling while she straightened her attire and slipped behind the stern form of Finborr the Blind after snatching up a bottle water from the dwarfess' stash. While she made herself more presentable, her voice rose through the eerie cavern. "True. We had some rope...somewhere.." A white hand might be seen poked out from behind the statue, flapping in the direction of the cordage. "Likely had to do with that." Whether it was the sound of thier voices - though she'd slept through worse- or just a natural recovery from sleep, Myrall stirred in her swathing, a low mutter indicating that she'd expected to wake elswhere, somehow, and was severely disappointed. "Mornin'!" Tene tried to cheer the moment, though it was highly probable she'd fail dismally.
Leoxander was still on his back as he muttered a response. "S'pose you expect me to jump that, then." And his eyes were on the chain above. A pity, he was readily looking forward to doing nothing more than being lazy and letting the females take the lead on that scenario. But one was content to stay, the other he was supposed to provide for... it was a bit of a predicament. A hand draped behind his head, the other gave a lazy wave to Myrall whether she was conscious or not, and finally, he'd start to crawl to his feet, his movements a great deal more sluggish than they had been the day before. All the while his eye would concentrate on their freedom - the single chain dangling out of reach above.
Tenebrae eyed the Cap'n, having finished her ablutions and taken up a seat near the cranky dwarfess. "Think you can?" Her tone was cheeky, the necromancer still imbued with good humour. "Could always make a lariat and try to catch the chain that way..." Whether that was tongue-in-cheek or not he'd never know, as by then she was engaged in a conversation that was somewhat snippy on Myrall's end. "You want to what?" Leo'd hear that exclamation from Tenebrae. "I'm staying," Was Myrall's reply, before she entered a short tirade about krakens and untrustworthy barges, and having her beard shorn off rather than setting foot on another. Tene listened patiently, nodding now and then, while her eyes slid Leo's way, as if to say, "What're you waiting for?" Not that she didn't enjoy the Queen's company.
His ability, he might say, but he chose to remain silent for that look. Leo was hardly ready to perform some miraculous feat of enhanced strength and agility, but it would seem he would have no choice. With sensual memories so fresh in his mind, he visualized the chain as the opportunity to be alone with Tenebrae again. One taste, and he remembered the exact reason he put up with the murderous attempts, and the emotional tantrums... after all, it was all worth it. He backed himself to one edge of the pit and touched his hand to the wall behind him, reminding himself that he had enough room to gain speed. But that first attempt to jump from the ground alone was a failure, if barely, because when he swiped his hand for the chain after trying to dunk perfection, he came up a foot or so short. Landing, the pirate cursed heartily, paced himself back to try again. But when a second attempt resulted in no better of a failure, he decided to alter his tactic. A glance at the dwarf statue, and he silently willed for forgiveness. The rogue bolted across the room and amazingly, it was as though he could run on walls. His momentum carried him several feet above his height with the advantage of a well toned frame, and as he wall crawled to a twenty feet height distance, he realized the limit of his abilities. Before the grasp of gravity gave way, he jumped from the solid surface of the wall for the chain, and reached out in attempt to grasp for that one ticket out of there... the chain dangling from the cavernous roof above.
All conversation ceased, and Tenebrae held her breath for all three attempts, exhaling after the first two as she watched his frustration grow. But on the third... long fingers caught the chain's tip, leaving the rogue at a precarious dangle from it, while those loose-fitting pants threatened to give Myrall an eyeful she could likely do without. Tene thought it best she hurry things along again, and stood to take up several lengths of coiled rope and toss one up to where hopefully Leo could catch it. The rest were looped crossways over one shoulder. She glanced back the dwarfess again, tilting her head. "Well.. if you're sure. I'll make sure folks know where you are, just in case..." Her glance went the way of the bone-piles, though the Queen retorted her assurances that she'd be alright. Meanwhile, Leo had made good his grip, and with the rope caught between strong white teeth clambered in his naturally agile way up the chain, until the lower length afforded him room to tie the cord. This was then dropped, unfurling full length to the ground, and one large hand was thrust down, by way of announcing it was time. Farewells might be spoken while Tene climbed up to her Cap'n, helped past him by his strong grip, until she was above and on her way into the ghastly dark that protected this place from easy view. "Eyes down..." was her imperative, spoken through a grin, and then she was gone into the gloom, and freedom at last.
Knotted, the rope would hold secure beyond the weight that Tenebrae could offer. Leoxander had a skill, and proficiently; one of the first he should learn on a ship was to tie a worthy knot. And so the rope was dropped to provide freedom... first and foremost to his vampire lover, and he grasped the chain one handed just to show off a little while she scaled above him, and provided him with a view. Look down? Like he would skip out on that opportunity. "Sure..." He reassured her with a hint of laughter in his voice. One last look at the priestess, and he'd reach up above his other hand to scale the chain toward the opening of their mysterious pit, reluctant to leave a secluded place with such fond memories. Who knew when he'd have an opportunity like that again?
Tene made short work of their upward journey, more than happy to hoist herself into the sharp-floored tunnel, where she'd find reason to shout a thankyou down to Myrall for the sandals she wore. Leo was offered a hand up, and if he took it -- though he didn’t need to -- she'd help in hauling him up out of the abyss, a quick kiss pecked on his unshaven cheek. "I'm starving. How 'bout you?" The necromancer turned, then for the cavern's opening, never so glad to seek open space though one last look was cast backward, a fond smile given both the place and the lycan who followed. "Pygmy isn't too bad, you know. Tastes like chicken."