[Daere] The Dark Side

[Daere] The Dark Side

James Carden <jamescarden@hotmail.com>

Thursday, September 06, 2001 2:34 PM

NRPG: I was wanting to write something and came up with this, it is just a descriptive piece, fleshing out Osran (well the darker side of it anyway).

[Osran, at some vague point in time]

Tavan burst into his apartment. It was a large apartment with drapes and tapestries subduing the light from the large windows into that of almost twilight.

Tavan was a startlingly handsome man of 26 years. Short jet black hair and a handsome chiseled face. His eyes were dark but mirthless. His body was well muscled but lean. He would have been the envy of any woman except for the bitterness and anger which marred him. He rarely smiled and when he did it was only ever surface deep and never touched his dark brooding eyes.

He was back from flying patrol round the boarders of Osran and was still in his armour. It was steel plate enameled black and into the likeness of scales. He had a helm the bore a resemblance to that of a dragons head. It was an ancient piece of armour, that had been passed from father to son for generations from the mists of time. Story had it that it had been crafted for one of his ancestors by a dwarf in return for the rider rescuing him from a wraith attack and was enchanted against mortal blades. So story had it.

At the present moment in time this story was ignored as Tavan threw his armour to the floor, piece at a time. Tavan's face distorted in rage.

Alaya hurried to pick up the armour to polish it and clean it for the next morning. She was a pretty young girl of 16, her hair long and golden falling down to her waist. She wore a flimsy muslin dress that left very little to the imagination.

"A bath and wine." ordered Tavan wearing only his plain shirt and underwear. Alaya hurried to do his bidding. She thanked the gods (even though they would never stoop so low as to listen to her, a mere woman) for seeing Tavan arrive and having the foresight to run the bath already. She hurried back carrying a plain earthen jug and goblet on a tray.

"The bath is ready my lord." said Alaya in a smooth gentle and very feminine voice, her eyes downcast.

Tavan ripped off his shirt and his under wear and naked strode to the bathroom. Alaya followed him, fear of his mood mixed with admiration for his fine powerful body.

As Tavan sunk into the warm soapy water Alaya poured him a goblet of wine, the deep ruby red liquid twinkling in the light. Tavan downed the goblet in one long gulp and held out the goblet for Alaya to fill without even looking at her.

She placed the earthen jug on the side and let her dress fall around her feet. Disheartened that Tavan did not even notice her, she delicately climbed into the tub with him and started to massage his back. He sighed softly in pleasure and let her continue to massage him, her hand gently creeping downwards.

Suddenly with the agility of a panther he twisted round grabbed Alaya by the hair dragging her to him. Alaya did not struggle, as he roughly kissed her and then roughly pulled her head back not so gently biting her neck. Alaya moaned in pleasure as her training taught her.

Tavan forcefully parted her legs with one hand while his other kept its iron grip on her hair. He never let go of her hair as he took her, with no regard for her pleasure or even her physical well being. It was short and rough, Alaya gasped in pleasure having long ago learned to enjoy the pain.

It was over, and Tavan lay on top of Alaya. His body’s muscles shuddering at the sudden exertion. Alaya lay motionless waiting for her master’s instructions.

Tavan strode through the corridor wearing a deep blue silk embroidered shirt, his black leather breeches and his sword at his side. His hair was perfumed. Looking in every way a girl’s dream of what the handsome prince should be.

<Beast, where are you?> asked Tavan

<In the pool, my rider.> echoed the cool voice of Tansard Tavan’s dragon.

<Whatever you wish.>

Tavan walked into the pool chamber, it was a huge cavern with a large natural underground rock pool, fed by hot springs. It was the favourite haunt of most of the dragons and could easily fit 4 comfortably in one go, though Tansard usually had it to himself.

He was a large beast, one of the largest in the warren, and was jet black from the tip of his tail to the point of his snout.

He was much like his rider, and angry creature feared by many of the dragons as he was a brutal bully. Many dragons whispered that he was in fact a wild dragon, and was very near the truth, there was an evil streak in him that had nearly prevented him from joining, but had sensed Tavan just in time. The two were very close though neither cared much for the other. They were joined by their vicious natures rather than love and deep down both Tansard and Tavan understood this, and the unlikely outcome was that they had a very strong bond.

<You wish to go right now, oh Patrol Commander?> asked Tansard wickedly, knowing that the title annoyed Tavan. Tavan was a very capable rider, with a flair for tactics and bravery and would long ago have been wing leader or at the very least wing second. Although he was a brilliant rider and an invaluable part of the warren there were very few riders who would want him as the wing leader and so he had been given the title of Patrol Commander and reluctantly led the patrols and scouting missions. His patrols were manly made up of his supporters and followers, which were small in number but growing as the warren birth rate declined.

<Yes, as soon as you are ready. I shall get the trainees to oil and saddle you.> said Tavan. Slowly Tansard climbed out of the pool, the warm water flooding off his back and running back into the large pool. Tavan followed him out of the chamber and onto the warren green.

"You!" said Tavan to a group of searchlings gesturing at them with his sword.

"Yes sir?" answered one of the braver searchlings.

"Fetch my saddle, and you two rub down Tansard and give him a quick oiling." ordered Tavan.

Tavan and Tansard flew out of the warren and teleported into another warrens territory. Tansard landed outside of the town’s walls letting Tavan walk to his regular haunt. Meanwhile Tansard knew of an isolated farm not too far away, after all who would notice if the odd sheep went missing once in a while?

The regular haunt of Tavan was a run down inn in the rougher part of town. Tavan did not understand why he came here roughly once a month. The sight of the brazen women who did not know their place disgusted him.

He sat at the table drinking a mug of ale. Watching the women offering their 'services' for a fee. The patrons of the tavern were the rougher elements of society. The smell of sweat and unwashed bodies mingled with the cheap and over powering perfume of the 'ladies'.

Tavan sat for an hour or so, picking up bits of gossip and rumours, the main rumour was that the lord’s daughter was missing and that the lord had received a ransom demand. It was in interesting bit of gossip and Tavan briefly mused over what use it could be. After his third mug of ale Tavan left.

It was well past midnight when Tavan made it back to Osran.

<J'ssaran and F'tratd both want to know if you are in the mood for some fun?> asked Tansard in a bored tone.

<Tell them I shall be with them soon beast.> snapped back Tavan <Get them to gather a few more.>

<Whatever oh Patrol Commander.> said Tansard lazily. Tavan gave him a quick yank on the harness in response, showing his displeasure. Tansard chuckled, a deep throated growl and folded his wings diving towards the green. Tavan felt his stomach somewhere near the roof of his mouth. Just in time Tansard unfurled his wings and landed smoothly.

Tavan unsaddled Tansard and gave him a quick rub down and made his way to the women’s barracks. There were five men waiting for him.

"Where is Derek?" asked Tavan.

"Ah Tavan, I've missed you recently." squirmed a balding, stooped man in his 40s, his teeth were yellow and cracked, his shirt and apron covered in grease and other stains. This was Derek as slimy individual who was in charge of supervising the new woman to Osran until they 'learned their place'.

"Yes sir, it’s nice to see you. Any girl in mind?" slimed Derek unphased by the late hour.

"Any one I haven't visited?" asked Tavan.

"Well sirs, there is one; she was brought in recently by a young rider. She’s been here few days. Un-tamed so to speak." said Derek.

"We'll have her." said Tavan his voice emotionless.

"Ox!" shouted Derek. "Ox where are you?" A large man walked, or rather ambled up. He was 6 foot tall and flabby all over, but with large reservoir of strength in the muscled hidden beneath the flab. He was a mute and a bit slow witted and helped keep the more difficult of the 'new women' in line.

"Ox take 'em to the new lass." ordered Derek.

The troop walked down the corridor and stopped outside a heavy oak door with a large bolt and lock. Ox unlocked the door and slide the bolt back.

Tavan stepped inside followed by his 'friends'. The girl trembled at the far end of the small room. The only furniture was a bed and two buckets one with water for washing and the other for toiletry needs. She was a young girl in her late teens plain and not attractive. It was clear that she had been crying and her eyes were wide with fear.

Tavan unbuckled his sword belt and unlaced his trousers. The girl cowered in front of him. Tavan lashed out with his fist, knocking her to the blood, blood from her split lip trickled down her chin. Tavan picked her up by the hair and punched her again.

The other men gathered round as the girl scream in pain and shock while Tavan beat her. He then pushed her onto the bed and raped her. The other men gathered round and Tavan passed her over to the other, watching as they took her one by one.

NRPG: I would also like to point out that I share not personal traits with Tavan except maybe the dark handsome good looks and the fit muscular body :)

James
xxx

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