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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2011 21:07:34 GMT -5
Iben sighed as he stepped out of his ship onto the back water planet. It was quite beautiful, the bright blue sky, the rolling hills...his Father didn't know what he was talking about. This place didn't look barbaric at all.
Iben headed further out into the meadow, activating the ship's cloaking device as he pulled on his satchel full of clothing and a knife for hunting and headed off to explore.
Night fell and Iben was over several miles away from his ship. He blinked as he heard music and the smell of fire smoke, heading that way.
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Post by ode on Jun 20, 2011 22:19:20 GMT -5
Merripen leaned back against the wheel of the Vardo and watched along with the rest of his people as several women danced within the gathering circle, the fire behind them showing off their bodies in the dusky night for anyone who cared to look. And every, of course, did.
That was the problem. Merripen, though seemingly an onlooker, had zero interest int he supple breasts put on display. The smooth features of the women before him held no appeal. No, he preferred the hard lines of a well formed man anyday.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 20, 2011 22:21:01 GMT -5
Iben, intrigued by the sound of the music, drew closer, nodding tot he enchting sounds. What manner of music was this? It was like nothing he'd heard on Zerca.
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Post by ode on Jun 21, 2011 4:04:46 GMT -5
Merripen looked on through the women. To any looking they would assume he was enjoying the show like the rest but really he just had a nice view of the woods.. behind. Seeing a large hulking figure walking towards their camp, Merripen turned and elbowed the nearest elder. Gainng the man's gaze, he nodded over to the approaching stanger.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2011 13:02:23 GMT -5
Iben observed the strange...dance going on. He blinked curiously, drawing closer.
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Post by ode on Jun 21, 2011 16:59:18 GMT -5
An elder of the caravan, known as Vin, watched as the man approached the light, surverying him. "Look like Rom," he said to Merripen.
Merripen was looking as well. He looked Romany alright, and big, masculine. He briefly wondered if the elder would find it odd him getting a hard onduring such a time.
"Go invite him to join our fire."
Merripen eyes the man, gauging his intentions before deciding the elder was being polite to a drifting gypsy and rising to head over to the edge of the camp.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2011 17:30:37 GMT -5
Iben stilled as he caught sight of a man. "Beautiful..."was the only thought that crossed his mind. The man walked over to him, his gait graceful and alluring, and possessing him was suddenly all Iben could think of.
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Post by ode on Jun 21, 2011 21:10:32 GMT -5
"You Rom?" Merripen asked as he approached the man, trying desperately to keep his eyes from traveling over the fresh spread of male. He knew he failed but hoped teh darkness around them would hide his wandering eyes.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 21, 2011 22:41:09 GMT -5
He...what? Taking some time to tap into his earth dialect, he blinked, smiling at the beauty. "Greetings. I am called Iben." he said in stunted English.
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Post by ode on Jun 22, 2011 9:12:20 GMT -5
Unable to place the accent, Merripen assumed the man wasn't a Gadje. "I am Merripen. Our elder invited you to join our fire for the night." Turning around, he gestured with his head for the man to follow him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 22, 2011 9:28:27 GMT -5
Iben blinked but followed the male, cocking his head as some of the strange humans stared at him.
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Post by ode on Jun 22, 2011 9:41:55 GMT -5
Settling back in his spot leaned back against the vardo wheel, he offered the man the seat beside him as the women danced to a new beat.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 22, 2011 10:11:40 GMT -5
Iben gladly sat beside the beauty. But his eyes were not on the women, they were on Merripen.
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Post by ode on Jun 22, 2011 15:41:44 GMT -5
Merripen stared at the man from teh corner of his eyes and saw thw man's gaze. Glancing around, he wondered if any other noticed as well.
Rising, he subtly gestured for the man to follow him to a more secluded spot.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 22, 2011 23:50:49 GMT -5
Oh? Perhaps the beauty wished to dance for him alone? At least Iben hoped this was the case, as he got up to follow the man.
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