09-19-2009, 11:55 AM
(OKdoky)
Thanks to Hunter's help, and eventually an order from the king himself, Alexander became a strategist, and eventually became the best of them, and the one that always directly consulted with Hunter. Thanks to this his wealth was maintained, his home mostly unchanged, and Neko was able to stay with him.
So it was with great sorrow that Alexander watched his oldest friend break down before the statue. It was not prefect, Hunter could only do so much on his own and mortals could only try so hard to imitate Grace's perfection, but for who he was and who that statue was supposed to be, it was good. Amy began to cry in her basket and Serenity hugged Axle tightly.
Suddenly, a great wind swept over them, and like sheering blades, began to cut the statue up. At first it seemed that the statue would be destroyed, but somehow it managed to remain upright. Whats more, when the dust cleared, the Statue, though diminished in size, looked exactly like Grace, and in place of white stone, the entire thing was made of clear unblemished daimond with sapphire eyes. So pure was the new visage that you could almost see through her completely, like a glass statue. But she would remain forever.
And then the win returned and blew up the statue into Hunter's face, and he could feel soft, delicate hands cup his chin and tilt his head up. And then the light touch of pure lips against his own, the embrace growing around his head, the warmth of Grace's arms encircling him. And then it was gone, like the wind, like the Angelo, like Grace. And Amy stopped crying and fell into peaceful sleep.
*Years later*
Alexander had, as time went by, become something of a god father to young Amy, and per request, taught her ethics, which he was exceedingly good at. As such, a measure of Grace's purity was preserved in Amy. Sheltered by Hunter, and zealously protected by those loyal to him, she would have grown spoiled and rotten had Alexander not helped balance her out. "Love can kill to Hunter." He would tell the war leader, and began to teach Amy fencing, to toughen her up and teach her discipline.
The remaining Angelo slaves would tell her tails of her mother and former country, but, fearing Hunter's Ire, never spoke of their falling or of Grace's capture. She wondered for many years what had happened. She knew that the Angelo had fallen, and that the Saxon had conquered them, but knew nothing of her mother during that time. She didnt know that Grace was tortured or raped, or even that for awhile she was subjected to mind control. Hunter would be the only person to tell her anything of Grace during her stay with the Saxon.
Dante became a great Warlock, even more powerful then his father. His mother's fairy blood made him much more potent at magic casting than any other wizard to exist in the Saxon kingdom, and when, at the age of seventeen, he decided to travel the world, he took on the guise of an old man and nicknamed him self Merlin, and it is know that he accomplished great things.
Alexander never aged, not physically, but like Grace, Hunter would see him slowly fading. Without battle Alexander had nothing that tied him to the Saxon, not really. He stayed happy and healthy for Neko, but he would outlive her as well. In that time, in an attempt to avoid Grace's fate, Alexander would leave Saxon a wealthy man, and search the world for what would make him whole. But that was many many years into the future, and as long as he had Neko, he had health.
The Saxon kingdom would fall eventually, having made far to many enemies. Many times in hunter's life time he was challenged by the new warrior queen of the barbarians, Jessilie, Cassandra's youngest sister, who was born only ten years before Hunter killed her. She was a fierce warrior, and the blows the exchanged were legendary.
Some times Hunter would best her, and some times she would best him. Her clever mind always left back up plans that always insured her escape, or at least her exchange. Several time she was captured by the Saxon, and each time they were forced to release her eventually on some kind of deal. Then there would be a week of piece, and then one or the other would start another war.
(this part is optional, its up to you if its "cannon" or not)
Although Hunter and Jessilie were fierce enemies, in Jessilies captures they became fierce lovers. Jessilies had a fetish for tentacled bondage, and her young body and fiery spirit attracted Hunter's attentions. Hunter was her first, and the first time they made love, it was Hunter as he had done with Cassandra. Then came the second time, and again Jessilies resisted. The third time she reluctantly was cooperative. The forth time was not so different. But by the sixth time, whenever she was captured, they made fierce love, mutually shared between them.
Although Jessilies was no Grace by far, her warrior's spirit, fierce battle forms and strategic genius attracted a side of Hunter that Grace could never satisfy. Although the Saxon in Hunter lusted for domination and slavery, which he had been able to satisfy with Grace, as well as his unusual need for her purity and kindness, the Saxon in him Loved only that which reflected strength, feral beauty, and conflict. Jessiries was the same, and even as they tried to kill each other they respected and secretly loved each other.
(End of optional section)
Long after death of Hunter, Alexander's departure, and the rise and fall of Merlin, fate finally had its way with the cruel Saxons, and they destroyed each other in a civil war. Those who were left were the slaves, and with no masters they would have been lost were it not for their prophet, a strange, one armed old man. He led them away from the saxon lands, which were choked and poisoned with blood. Instead he took them farther west until they came upon a great ancient mound. He had them clear it away, and when they did they found the perfect foundations to build a new castle, and a new way of life. The castle itself was build around the Statue of a goddess, which they had found within the great earthen mount.
They called her Irraddil, the goddess of the grace, beauty, and the merciful hunt. They saw her as both a goddess of beauty, mercy, and hunting due to her perfect purity, her merciful, soft expression which held no hate nor grudge, and because of the large and vicious looking wolf which lay at her feet, defensively curled around as it slept. They worshiped them with their other gods, and from that race, that civilization, grew an empire of peace and health, growing outward in every direction and becoming a world power the likes of which had never been seen.
Strangely, they always had a matriarch, their queen, who was born of a long line of leaders. Always the heir led, and always she led fairly and mercifully, her hair a pure gold, her eyes brilliant as the sky, her skin soft and white as snow, and always her lover was by her side. Always her lover became her guardian and general, defending her and their country.
Although wolf kin were nearly extinct, several other races emerged and many were taken as lovers to the queens. But although they varied, and the circumstance of their marriage was not always favorable, they were always nearly the same. Crude, rough, almost evil and completely immortal. And yet, never did one betray his queen, and when they died and passed the crown to the next leaders of the country, they always did so in each others arms, dying in love as they had lived always, even if secretly, in love.
And all along a lone man watched as each successor came and went, offering help when needed and simply observing when he was not. It was amazing, even for him, to imagine that something would actually out live him through age. The strange Curse of Hunter the Saxon, and the Blessing of Grace the Angelo, which seemed forever locked in absolute balance. And when he looked up he could see them reach out to one another in the stars, but it was only here on the earth that they touched.
(Feel free to add or subtract whatever you want from the story)
Thanks to Hunter's help, and eventually an order from the king himself, Alexander became a strategist, and eventually became the best of them, and the one that always directly consulted with Hunter. Thanks to this his wealth was maintained, his home mostly unchanged, and Neko was able to stay with him.
So it was with great sorrow that Alexander watched his oldest friend break down before the statue. It was not prefect, Hunter could only do so much on his own and mortals could only try so hard to imitate Grace's perfection, but for who he was and who that statue was supposed to be, it was good. Amy began to cry in her basket and Serenity hugged Axle tightly.
Suddenly, a great wind swept over them, and like sheering blades, began to cut the statue up. At first it seemed that the statue would be destroyed, but somehow it managed to remain upright. Whats more, when the dust cleared, the Statue, though diminished in size, looked exactly like Grace, and in place of white stone, the entire thing was made of clear unblemished daimond with sapphire eyes. So pure was the new visage that you could almost see through her completely, like a glass statue. But she would remain forever.
And then the win returned and blew up the statue into Hunter's face, and he could feel soft, delicate hands cup his chin and tilt his head up. And then the light touch of pure lips against his own, the embrace growing around his head, the warmth of Grace's arms encircling him. And then it was gone, like the wind, like the Angelo, like Grace. And Amy stopped crying and fell into peaceful sleep.
*Years later*
Alexander had, as time went by, become something of a god father to young Amy, and per request, taught her ethics, which he was exceedingly good at. As such, a measure of Grace's purity was preserved in Amy. Sheltered by Hunter, and zealously protected by those loyal to him, she would have grown spoiled and rotten had Alexander not helped balance her out. "Love can kill to Hunter." He would tell the war leader, and began to teach Amy fencing, to toughen her up and teach her discipline.
The remaining Angelo slaves would tell her tails of her mother and former country, but, fearing Hunter's Ire, never spoke of their falling or of Grace's capture. She wondered for many years what had happened. She knew that the Angelo had fallen, and that the Saxon had conquered them, but knew nothing of her mother during that time. She didnt know that Grace was tortured or raped, or even that for awhile she was subjected to mind control. Hunter would be the only person to tell her anything of Grace during her stay with the Saxon.
Dante became a great Warlock, even more powerful then his father. His mother's fairy blood made him much more potent at magic casting than any other wizard to exist in the Saxon kingdom, and when, at the age of seventeen, he decided to travel the world, he took on the guise of an old man and nicknamed him self Merlin, and it is know that he accomplished great things.
Alexander never aged, not physically, but like Grace, Hunter would see him slowly fading. Without battle Alexander had nothing that tied him to the Saxon, not really. He stayed happy and healthy for Neko, but he would outlive her as well. In that time, in an attempt to avoid Grace's fate, Alexander would leave Saxon a wealthy man, and search the world for what would make him whole. But that was many many years into the future, and as long as he had Neko, he had health.
The Saxon kingdom would fall eventually, having made far to many enemies. Many times in hunter's life time he was challenged by the new warrior queen of the barbarians, Jessilie, Cassandra's youngest sister, who was born only ten years before Hunter killed her. She was a fierce warrior, and the blows the exchanged were legendary.
Some times Hunter would best her, and some times she would best him. Her clever mind always left back up plans that always insured her escape, or at least her exchange. Several time she was captured by the Saxon, and each time they were forced to release her eventually on some kind of deal. Then there would be a week of piece, and then one or the other would start another war.
(this part is optional, its up to you if its "cannon" or not)
Although Hunter and Jessilie were fierce enemies, in Jessilies captures they became fierce lovers. Jessilies had a fetish for tentacled bondage, and her young body and fiery spirit attracted Hunter's attentions. Hunter was her first, and the first time they made love, it was Hunter as he had done with Cassandra. Then came the second time, and again Jessilies resisted. The third time she reluctantly was cooperative. The forth time was not so different. But by the sixth time, whenever she was captured, they made fierce love, mutually shared between them.
Although Jessilies was no Grace by far, her warrior's spirit, fierce battle forms and strategic genius attracted a side of Hunter that Grace could never satisfy. Although the Saxon in Hunter lusted for domination and slavery, which he had been able to satisfy with Grace, as well as his unusual need for her purity and kindness, the Saxon in him Loved only that which reflected strength, feral beauty, and conflict. Jessiries was the same, and even as they tried to kill each other they respected and secretly loved each other.
(End of optional section)
Long after death of Hunter, Alexander's departure, and the rise and fall of Merlin, fate finally had its way with the cruel Saxons, and they destroyed each other in a civil war. Those who were left were the slaves, and with no masters they would have been lost were it not for their prophet, a strange, one armed old man. He led them away from the saxon lands, which were choked and poisoned with blood. Instead he took them farther west until they came upon a great ancient mound. He had them clear it away, and when they did they found the perfect foundations to build a new castle, and a new way of life. The castle itself was build around the Statue of a goddess, which they had found within the great earthen mount.
They called her Irraddil, the goddess of the grace, beauty, and the merciful hunt. They saw her as both a goddess of beauty, mercy, and hunting due to her perfect purity, her merciful, soft expression which held no hate nor grudge, and because of the large and vicious looking wolf which lay at her feet, defensively curled around as it slept. They worshiped them with their other gods, and from that race, that civilization, grew an empire of peace and health, growing outward in every direction and becoming a world power the likes of which had never been seen.
Strangely, they always had a matriarch, their queen, who was born of a long line of leaders. Always the heir led, and always she led fairly and mercifully, her hair a pure gold, her eyes brilliant as the sky, her skin soft and white as snow, and always her lover was by her side. Always her lover became her guardian and general, defending her and their country.
Although wolf kin were nearly extinct, several other races emerged and many were taken as lovers to the queens. But although they varied, and the circumstance of their marriage was not always favorable, they were always nearly the same. Crude, rough, almost evil and completely immortal. And yet, never did one betray his queen, and when they died and passed the crown to the next leaders of the country, they always did so in each others arms, dying in love as they had lived always, even if secretly, in love.
And all along a lone man watched as each successor came and went, offering help when needed and simply observing when he was not. It was amazing, even for him, to imagine that something would actually out live him through age. The strange Curse of Hunter the Saxon, and the Blessing of Grace the Angelo, which seemed forever locked in absolute balance. And when he looked up he could see them reach out to one another in the stars, but it was only here on the earth that they touched.
(Feel free to add or subtract whatever you want from the story)
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