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     Knotted Handfasting, (Orynthia & Tiernan)
    Orynthia Bloodthorn
     Posted: Aug 24 2016, 01:03 PM
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    Januar 11th, 502 AS

    Oryn drew the gossamer silk veil over her face and exhaled slowly at the twinkling sound of music just beyond the protection of the tent she was preparing in. Dressed in a long white gown and adorned with ermine fur and delicate pearls, she was a vision of wintry loveliness that would have clashed greatly with her usual appearance. Crimson waves were braided along the sides and woven with white ribbon. Her face free of wode paint was bright with joy as the curtain was drawn back and she stepped out into the chilly air.

    A gentle breeze swirled the snows about her bare feet as she took the path down to the standing stones - where her tribe and Circle had gathered for the wedding ceremony and festivities. Her grandmother awaited her there, and offered her a bouquet of holly, pine balm, silver brunia, and white astrantia. As the music rose, and the elves gathered turn their attention towards her, Oryn's eyes found Tiernan at the front of the mass - tall before the stone altar and handsome as ever.

    Her silken gown flowed behind her as she made her way down the aisle - her body trembling from the chill, but warmed from within as she smiled through the veil her mother had worn before her. With her dire wolf, Rage, seated at the front with the elders of the Circle she had been riding with these last few years, she thought it was fitting to have a traditional hand-fasting ceremony on the day of Dragons - to celebrate not only their union, but her beloved's heritage.

    A bloodline she would soon see passed on to the young growing within her. Proud hand placed upon her corseted waist as she stepped up to her mate, Oryn's radiant smile shone forth like the sun that peeked through the billowing clouds overhead. Her grandmother took their hands and joined them before giving Tiernan's backside a gentle swat for good luck. Laughing behind the cover of her veil, she gave her mate's hand a squeeze and drew him towards the altar. "It's not too late to elope, sia itov!"
    Tiernan Ciarach
     Posted: Aug 24 2016, 01:33 PM
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    The Day of the Dragon, a holiday that was long since celebrated among the denizens of Sylvernas and Kadmus alike. Meant to offer reverence and peace to the dragons that inhabited both lands, celebrating as the first life the Gods bestowed upon the world, it was one he was happy to celebrate in good tone. In Idrandorn, such a celebration was often dark and gruesome, offerings in the form of maidens for feasting, and gems for hording. Here though, among the wintery beauty of Athal, the celebration carried an entirely different tone. Though not a dragon in full, Tiernan found himself celebrated among the People as if he were a Grendethian, true and powerful. It was a fine day, finer still for the greatest offering to be made being that of the woman who prepared in a tent beyond the gathering of elves.

    Without genuine finery, and given the day, Athal's Dragon saw fit better for him to don the regalia that best represented him. The hide of a slain Sargothian covered his cotton gambeson in polished breastplate, scales glittering among the bright air and bright sun overhead that peaked through gentle snow clouds. Tiernan made no effort to conceal himself this day, for his draconic nature was open and true for all to see, it being no secret now that he truthfully hailed from a long and ancient lineage that was to be feared and respected in kind. Without his greatsword, its massive form rested in the grasp of the Bear for safe keeping throughout the ceremony to come. Groomed and clean, Tiernan looked every bit the nobleman and warrior he should have been by birthright.

    Slitted eyes watched at the opening of the aisle in anticipation, impatiently awaiting the arrival of the finest offering the Athalian elves could have ever presented him. At last, her delicate form appeared from behind the cover of the tent, beautiful as the fresh snow, and radiant as the sun itself. To him, Orynthia glowed with a beauty unlike any other, the life that grew in her womb only seeing his love for her swell to greater heights. With all obstacles behind him, he longed now to have her, not only in body and heart but in name as well. This day would see that desire recognized upon her approach, his clawed hand reaching to take hers as her grandmother provided escort for the blushing bride. The Seer's final sway upon his bottom earned little more than a chuckle in reply, attentions instead focused on the maiden he would make his at last.

    Stepping before the altar at last, Tiernan glanced to his bride with a smile, hearing her laugh and word alike. "We can run after the party if you like...but none of my things are packed yet." Jesting with his chosen mate, Tiernan looked to those elders present, and the priestess of Jaspeth that awaited them in kind before the altar. Though not a representative of his own deity, the green of her robes and the smile upon her lips made for a fitting cleric to see them bonded together for centuries to come. Ornythia's hand in his, he squeezed hers gently before offering the priestess a nod, permitting the rite to begin in full.
    Orynthia Bloodthorn
     Posted: Aug 24 2016, 02:11 PM
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    Facing the priestess, Oryn listened as the ordained woman in green robes spoke of the earth, of the joining of lives, and the spirits that communed with them on this fine day. Blessing those gathered, she led them in a prayer for the bride and groom, and then bid the couple to hold out their palms. An athame was lifted from the stone altar and a single cut was drawn upon their palms. "Raise your hands to this cup and repeat the words after me. I give of my body and my life to join with my mate on this day of holy union."

    Oryn made a fist with her hand and held it over the cup to let a few drops of blood fall. Uttering the words in unison with Tiernan, she spared him a glance through the thick fan of her auburn lashes and the gauze of her veil. He looked as though it took half the druids to brush his beard and shine his armor, but heavens did he shine before her. The priestess then poured communion wine into a chalice and held it aloft for Jaspeth to grant her countenance upon the vintage and the blood within before offering it to the bride and groom.

    Careful of her veil, she sipped the heady wine, and tasted the coppery tang of blood commingled within. Already blessed by his seed that had taken root within her, it was not an unfamiliar sensation - to be one with the lightning he bore in his veins. Handing the cup to her mate, Oryn turned to the priestess for further instructions. A single strip of white satin was produced and held out straight. The druidess took her mate's hand and entwinded her fingers with his - and the cloth was folded and knotted around their joined hands.

    "By blood and vow you are joined, but it is the love you bear one another that will see you bound to the ends of your days." A pair of wood and jewel rings was brought forth by the elder of the wolves, and set upon the altar for the bride and groom to take and offer one another with their vows. Taking up the ring, she slid it onto Tiernan's large finger, and gazed upon him through her veil. "Accept this ring as a token of my love and eternal devotion to you - as well as a symbol of my patronage into the tribal circle of my family's heritage."

    Bending, she pressed a kiss to the ring and then smiled up at him. The blackened ironwood was nigh unbreakable, and set with the visage of a dragon and wolf entwined with carefully laid silver knotwork around the band. The dragon-eye sapphire set upon the top was larger than her thumb, and hadn't come easy. From his homelands, she hoped he would like it. "Honored as I am to carry your young within me, I am proud all the more to take you for my mate, my husband, my soul's other half."
    Tiernan Ciarach
     Posted: Aug 24 2016, 02:28 PM
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    Silent as the dead, Tiernan looked to the priestess as she gave her sermon to the congregation that stood ready to bear witness to a holy ritual. It was a first for the man, not a wedding but to see one conducted in such a calm, and loving manner that encouraged reverence. The athame was a familiar sight though unlike the many he had seen before, it failed to carry a wicked appearance, welcoming its blade against his palm, the draconian offered no hesitation in completing the ritualistic deed. Their blood joined in cup, it made for a fitting representation of their bonding, more so in the sharing of the wine that was soon poured within.

    He awaited his turn, accepting the holy communion after his bride, draining the cup of what remained before passing it back to the priestess. The flavor of his mate's blood lingered with the taste of wine, and the perfume of ozone that was his own, commingled in the best of ways. Drunk on emotion alone, the mighty figure wore a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, passing a sideways glance to his wife-to-be. Their hands soon knotted together by the satin cloth, Tiernan felt a pang of emotion grip his soul, a brief longing that his mother could have lived to see such a day. Beautiful and kind, she had been a gem that shined brightly in a world as dark as Idrandorn. Perhaps she still looked upon him at that moment, smiling from beyond the Veils?

    Listening intently to the words of the priestess, his eyes remained firm upon his mate, offering her a smile befitting of a day such as this. With rings presented, he awaited his own turn, and took hold of the one with which he would lay claim in all ways to the woman with whom he joined. Ironwood like that of her own, it was small, and delicate, on its smooth band carrying the etched words of his name, his True Name, a thing to be kept safe for eternity by his wife. The gem, a diamond black and beautiful, to reflect to her the eyes of the man she chose so foolishly to love. His own massive frame bent, barely lifting her hand so that his own lips could grace her ring in similar fashion. "And you, accept this ring as a token of my undying love and faith in you, sia Memamosal."

    Rising from the ring, Tiernan found himself overjoyed in speaking his own words, for they meant more than a simple admittance of love. The woman before him would eternally be his, for centuries and more to come, she had been the one with whom he chose to spend his life, and raise children deserving a mother so kind as she. Though surely there was ceremony still to come, the draconian did as he had come to be known for, and disregarded what might have come next. Taking to the veil that lined her face, Tiernan saw her free of obstruction, so that their lips could meet in a furious showing of love.
    Orynthia Bloodthorn
     Posted: Aug 24 2016, 02:52 PM
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    "Sia cayosin. sia itov. sia mrrandii." Foregoing whatever words were left for the ceremony, the priestess smiled as the lovely couple were unveiled and joined their lips in marital celebration. Announcing them husband and wife - joined in love and blood, made eternal with divine blessing - the crowd gathered threw up their hands in a great cheer and unleashed fistfuls of wintry-white petals. Caught high upon the chilly breeze, they mixed with the heavy, angelic snow fluttering down from the heavens. Oryn smiled as she returned his kiss and affections.

    "Come. I am hungry, and I would have you for dessert." Oryn nipped his lip and gave his finely-brushed beard a playful tug as the musicians drummed up a jovial tune to see the newly-wedded couple down the aisle. Beyond the circle of stones was a lovely clearing decorated with long rows of tables fitted with domed platters ready to welcome the guests. The canopy of trees kept out most of the falling snow, and the heat of many fires and lanterns and revelers saw the rest melted in a glittering sheen around the expanse.

    Greeting all those who followed them to the grand feast, Oryn remained close to her mate - her hand still entwined with his as was tradition until they could be joined in body at the celebration's end. Dwarfed by her mate, the druidess showed no sign of tiredness, however as gifts and well-wishes were brought forth. The first gift that greeted them was the offering from the elder of her tribe - a fine wolf pelt from one of his own stock. The dire beast had been fierce and bold, but had lost his life in battle seeing to the tribe's safety. It seemed fitting that such a thing would adorn Tiernan's broad shoulders.

    Laughing at the sight of the bear elder approaching - four of his tribesmen carring a rolled up stretch of padded fur - Oryn's face turned rosy red when she remembered exactly what it was he was offering them. Wanting to bury her face in her mate's chest and laugh till she cried, she instead found herself speechless when the bear elder gave Tiernan a hard handshake and an elbow nudge. "This rug has seen more matings than the trees themselves! I'll make sure it's all set up in your tent for the evening!"
    Tiernan Ciarach
     Posted: Aug 25 2016, 12:24 PM
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    Nearly laughing through their kiss in a moment of giddy joy, Tiernan's chest rumbled with his deep, hearty chuckle. They ignored the rest of the ceremony's closing words in a happy bliss, observing one another as though they were the only two left in the world. For the draconian, there truly was nothing else but his wife, and the son that grew in her womb. A hand pressed to her belly, though she was devoid of much in the way of showing, he longed for the day when he could welcome the little life into the world. Among the people, he was certain their son would find a happy, fulfilling life for he had done so himself as well. Pressing another kiss to Orynthia's lips when she nipped at him and toyed with his beard, she was rewarded with a genuine smile.

    Seeing themselves down the aisle, petals and snow alike fell from the air, embracing them in a scene of delightful beauty as the newlywed couple made way to the reception area. Awaited by finely crafted tables and platters filled with food, their seats were taken, and what came was a lengthy presentation. So many came to congratulate them with well wishes and smiles alike, though Tiernan found himself struggling not to chuckle at the few disappointed looks among a certain pairing of women in the crowds. For his sake, he was happy, for with a ring on his finger and a wife to share bedding with would spare him the advances of lustful women.

    Gifts soon came the way of the couple, first among them being that of the Wolf, leader of Orynthia's own clan. In his hands, a cloak of a dire wolf's hide that was nearly as large as the draconian himself. He thanked the man in Athalian for his generosity, knowing well the intent behind such a gift, and its significance. Tiernan himself would make certain that it forever donned his shoulders in the cold or while riding with the People. Give the draconian a dire wolf, and then he'd truly look the part, were it not for his stature and the polished armor he wore. The notion itself spawned a chuckle in his chest, though it hardly compared when the Bear stepped forth, his tribesman carrying a great fur between them.

    Laughter, caused both by the gift and his bride's embarrassment filled the air as he shook the Bear's hand and offered the man a wink. "I'll make certain to see it put to good use then." A jest made at the expense of his wife, Tiernan sat alongside her once more and pecked her cheek with a quick and playful kiss. Countless others stepped forth, bringing gifts for wedding and Dragon's Day alike until the couple found themselves nearly drowning in various items. How, in any way, they could ever hope to travel with the number of trinkets and gifts presented to them was beyond the man but he assumed some good number of them would have to find their way to Orynthia's grandmother's, else they be weighed down during their travels.

    Relieved when dinner was called, Tiernan joined all in the jovial mood with a happy laugh and broad smile, dining and drinking until his head was thick with the haze of newlywed bliss. For his wife, she saw only his affections, so shameless that it likely caused a wonder if the man meant to take her before the tribes in public. At dining's end, when music played, the mountain of a man wasted no time in taking his wife by her hand so that they might dance and laugh into the evening. Though he longed to see her splayed before him in the great tent prepared for them, he'd not see their celebrations end just yet, for the music, wine and laughter was utterly intoxicating.
    Orynthia Bloodthorn
     Posted: Aug 25 2016, 12:56 PM
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    Blessed with the gifts from her tribesmen and circle members alike, Oryn found herself beaming beside her new bridegroom like the sun. Eating and drinking her fill as their guests jested and enjoyed the mirth of the day, the young druidess laughed along with them and shared whispers with her husband. When the music rose and her husband bid her to her feet for a dance, she wasn't about to decline him. Taking his hands, she was reminded of their first dance, and how he'd carried her off into the woods to mate her.

    Was it really only a few months ago that she had been an empty shell of a warrior - living only to seek out vengeance for her family? The resurgence of Tiernan in her life had been the spark that lit her life alight again. And every moment since, he had breathed the flames of her soul into a billowing fire, which now seemed to glow from within. Spinning and turning about the space as she lifted her white silk gown to keep up with her lover's larger steps, Oryn felt more alive now than she ever had before.

    Their hands had come unbound during one of the more jovial songs, and so she took a moment to sling the length of white satin over his head, and drew Tiernan down for another celebratory kiss. The fine spice of wine upon his tongue mingled with the flavor of the rumbling skies - under which she would live out the rest of her days as his wife. Smiling, she held him close for a moment and simply breathed him in. The bite of the winter's chill couldn't seem to penetrate the warm embrace of his arms around her.

    "I never Saw this day." She admitted - which was odd, given her grandmother had always taught her not to tell others of the things they couldn't see, but rather only what they could. With her husband, however, Oryn wanted no secrets between them. "I saw you, and our son, and the love we would make as we went forward throughout our lives. I saw your True Name, your arms around me, your love burning within my chest. But I never saw the day when we would be united as husband and wife. I think Fate left this up to us, don't you?"

    Nuzzling his nose before pressing a kiss to his lips, she then spun out of his reach with a laugh and caught herself back up in the dance that practically raged around them. Druids and commoners alike moved to the thrum of the lute and the steady beat of the drums as the fires around them burned all the more brightly. Laughing as she danced, Oryn moved against within her husband's reach and whispered for only him to hear. "You know what else I do see though, sia itov? Making love to you every night for the rest of our lives. Why don't we start living? Take me to our marital bed and make an honest wife of me!"
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     Posted: Aug 28 2016, 06:41 AM
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    Overjoyed with the company of his wife, Tiernan danced along the rest with a smile and hearty laugh, a celebratory roar even expelling itself from the man as the songs reached their climax. Bound by vow and love, the draconian was at a peace within himself unlike any he'd ever felt. The Empire still existed but the final ties he had were cut, all except for that of his father but such a man would never be a thing to drag him back. For once, Tiernan was truly free, and it was with his freedom that he happily made his vows, attaching himself to the delicate figure he danced with. Centuries awaited them now, and what was in store for them left his stomach wrenched with the happy unknown, like butterflies that never ceased to flutter.

    Tiernan chuckled when their hands came apart, only for the sash to drag him by his head down to his wife. Their lips met with the spark of life itself, and his smile never faded, mind rich with heady wine and love alike. Powerful arms wrapped themselves about his wife, and held her close so that she might not hope to drift from his grasp. Smiling down upon her, he chuckled at her Sight, and of a mention of the Fates. Ne'er the superstitious, the notion of seeing the future remained alien to him, enough for the man to simply shrug it off with a happy grin. "Even if Fate had fought against it, I'd have battled it until my dying breath to see us as we are now."

    Returning Orynthia's nuzzle with that of his own, his fangs dared to risk a touch to his bride's lips before she spun away and their dance resumed. He massive, drunken form moved with the beat and rhythm of the music, keeping as close to his wife as she might allow, before she whispered to him a fantastical desire that he'd see answered. Slitted eyes flashed with desire, and shameless hands reached for the bottom of his wife, dragged her up his body so that her legs could wrap around his waist. Celebrating the moment with a mighty roar, Tiernan's head raised itself skyward, and released the crackle of his blood in a thunderous flash of lightning.

    Others saw and flinched for a moment but whooped, laughed and hollered at the display, Athalian and common alike calling for the dragon to take his prize to his lair. Orynthia in his grasp, the armored warrior stole her away from the party as he made way to the large tent that had been prepared for them, complete with a blazing hearth, blankets, and massive bear pelt upon the ground to welcome the two into wedded bliss. Casting the flap aside, Tiernan all but stormed within, locking Orynthia's lips with his own as he dropped her to her feet and saw the flap closed behind them. Celebratory howls and roars alike could be heard from the laughing party outside, as they made certain the couple had noise enough to cover the sounds of their marital bonding in flesh.
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    Laughing with the others as she wrapped herself around her mate, Oryn's eyes were alight with joy and expectation as Tiernan made the brief trek through the snow to the tent set up on the outskirts of the celebration clearing. As promised, the dire bear fur had been laid out among others, and the area was made as comfortable and warm as could be. The winds had picked up as the evening drew closer, and the snows fell with a hearty mirth to blanket the lands in virgin white. Though she had already been claimed, she still felt the symbolism.

    "You have made an impress, I think." Listening to the roars and cheers of her people, Oryn's lips rose to a fine smile as she drew her husband towards the mat closest to the fire of the hearth. In the chill of the bitter winter, she found only the desire to have the heat of her mate wrapped around her. Which made it all the more reason to shirk herself of the silks she wore. Standing before the glow of the flames, delicate hands began to peel away the layers of white gossamer that she wore, until she stood before him naught but her stockings and corset.

    "This fine trophy... is no match for your bride." Setting her eyes to the armor he wore, Oryn pulled a chair to the center of the room and bid him to sit. While he had a great height advantage over her, she wasn't about to let anything stand in the way of her wedding night. Setting to the straps and buckles holding the Sargothian plate in place, she shed the layers he wore one by one and set it aside in a pile to be tended later. For now, all she wanted was her husband's heated flesh against hers upon the soft furs at their feet.

    Striping him bare, the young bride took her time - making him wait with teasing kisses and stern caresses as her fingertips and tongue danced along the tattoos upon his chest until she knelt before him in blissful splendor. Boots and pants tossed by the wayside, she took his full length in hand and ran her tongue around his heated head before wrapping her lips around him. The pulse found in the base of his cock thrummed against her palm as she took him as far as she could - setting a slow, sensual pace that would surely drive him to madness without some release.
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    With blood that burned as hot as the sun itself, Tiernan's passion for his bride showed brightly in his otherwise dark gaze. He laughed at her mention of the partiers outside and pressed a kiss to Orynthia's lips as she drew him to the great pelt before the fire. "Let them have it then, perhaps our wedding will see more children birthed as a result?" He winked playfully with his words, though he soon found himself silenced when his wife began her own, sensual display. With hungry eyes, he watched the maiden undress, her gown falling like a wave of delicate, white snow to the earth around her legs. What remained for him, was a delicate picture, so tempting in her figure in naught but corset and stockings, a thing that had his mouth watering and tongue fat with desire.

    A fanged smirk replied to his prize when she bid him sit, soft hands seeing to the armor he wore, and soon ridding him of his clothing. Seated as though he were upon a throne, Tiernan's claws danced gently across the flesh of his wife as she teased at his own with tongue and hand. Upon her knees before him, he looked to her with an unchecked desire, rumbling low with a purr of pleasure as her hands and tongue stroked him to rise at a passionate pace. Primed by her with every inch of the maiden's throat, a commanding hand pressed at the back of Orynthia's head, forcing her to take his length to the very base, robbing her of air until he felt her body tense and released her.

    With a growl, his hand took hold of her chin and drew her lips to his as she knelt before him. It was strong, demanding and gave rise to his rumbling growls at last. A claw reached low at the base of her corset, treating her clothing nowhere near as gently as she had his own. With a quick swipe, his claw made her corset fall to the wayside, the tear of fabric filling the air as he descended upon his wife with a playful roar. Tiernan shamelessly ripped what little of the corset tried to cling to her still, tossing it aside to the fire, where it consumed the fabrics, just as he hoped to devour his bride.

    Hungry lips pressed against Orynthia's as he pushed her to her back, pale, elven flesh shining in the light of the fire before him, her body presented to him like that of a carnal buffet. Tiernan's fangs teased at her throat, but refused her the pleasure of his bite for the moment, choosing instead to let his lips wander to her breasts, dangerous tips teasing at her nipples while his hand slipped low between her thighs. Priming his wife with invasive fingers and teasing tongue alike, he hoped to massage her to a purr before spreading her legs before him, his own member still slick with her saliva as the head of his cock pressed hard against her. With a smile, he winked to his wife before taking her with a single, powerful thrust meant to rob her of her breath and to stake his claim as aggressively as any dragon might.

    Descending upon her throat, perilous fangs bit hard to claim her yet again, though in this, his cock and fang alike would take her in a far more permanent arrangement. Setting a pace within her body that would be maddening for any, he hoped to have her scream to the skies in pleasure. His own mouth filled with the blood of his bride, the draconian suckled at her throat and pistoned hard within her sex until he grew tired of their position. Drawing himself from her, strong hands turned the woman to her stomach so that she lay flat against the pelt. His hands spread her cheeks wide, revealing her sex to him and the path to their shared pleasure as his length plunged within her depths yet again. Resting his chest upon her back, he thrust and ground himself against her until there was naught else in the world but the glorious feel of his wife against his cock.
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