Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141029134758/@comment-3293219-20141103141213

It was around midnight and Azarath lay in his bed, staring up at the black abyss that hung above his head as millions of thoughts swam around, inside his head. Beside him slept his Bosmeri lieutenant, Ailen, who slept naked, wrapped up in layers of sheets, with a smile on her face. The Dunmer tried not to linger on the thoughts as most of the thoughts weren't even his, some of them belonged to the entity that lived in his head, others were disembodied voices, coming from various stray thoughts of the people in his castle and the sleeping Bosmer beside him.

Some Telepaths grew so powerful that they could no longer shut it out and Azarath had become such a telepath, however, it wasn't by choice. If he had a choice, he wouldn't be here, he'd be lay next to a different elf, the one that actually meant something to him. Though Ailen was a good friend, their 'relationship' was purely mutual and Azarath hadn't had a true lover for over four years. He often tried to move on but he still felt like he was with Elana, like she was his wife and he was a widow.

He rolled out of bed and sat up, rubbing his face intently as he tried to take his frustrations out on it. He gently rose to his feet before lighting an oil lamp, by his bed, looking back over to his sleeping Bosmer, who was embracing her pillow.

Normally, it would bring him a small amount of joy, to see someone smile in their sleep, though in Ailen's case, she was probably dreaming about butchering someone, possibly butchering him. The Dunmer shook his head and wandered through, putting on some pants, in case anyone knocked before he wandered out, into his study.

The stone, cave-like layout of his fort made it incredibly cold, especially in the winter but Azarath seemed to like that, it kept him on his toes and kept him awake. If anyone was pussy enough to bring it up, they could have a blanket and a hot water bottle and some warm milk, this attitude and the fact that most of his crew were nords resulted in few complaints being passed his way.

He sat down at his desk, wishing that he had some work to do but he'd done everything pre-emptively. He sighed, heavily in frustration and boredom as he looked around, trying to think of something to do. The Dunmer eventually decided that he'd use this time in the training room, honing his skills and keeping himself physically fit. Of course, with Ailen around the latter wasn't really an issue, still, he didn't want to fall into the habit of Ailen being his only source of exercise.

The Dunmer stepped down, into the basement and stood before a training dummy, he looked up to his forehead and frowned a little as he made his demands.

"Alright, you know what to do..."

As soon as he finished, the dummy blurred and turned into a Breton, of average height, with long, brown hair. He wore leather armour; quite similar to Azarath's and just stared at the Dunmer, with a blank expression.

Azarath began to pant heavily, like a bull, ready to charge. He tightened his fist and let his rage overcome him; his red eyes were almost glowing with rage as he began to seethe. He eventually unleashed his pent up anger, driving his fist into the Breton's face, with a blood curdling scream of rage, which echoed throughout the fort.

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Ailen shot up with a start as Azarath's rage could be heard, even in his room, curious as to what was going on, she hopped out of bed and picked up her dressing robe, wrapping herself up in it before proceeding downstairs, to the training area, to check up on her employer.

She wandered down the stairway, making sure that she didn't fall down the stairs, by stumbling through the dark as that probably would be the death of her. The Bosmer took it one step at a time, like a toddler, investigating a bump in the night as she peered around, trying to get a peak at the training room, where she could hear the sounds of something, possibly a fist, smashing against something else.

The Bosmer slowly crept into the room and timidly watched from the sidelines as Azarath pounded a training dummy's face, pulverising it with every ounce of force his body could muster. Ailen found herself inspired by the Dunmer's psychotic rage as she brought her hands to her mouth and her eyes widened as she watched him pummelling the wooden dummy, tearing his knuckles to shreds in the process.

She could truly have watched this all day but she knew that his knuckles probably couldn't take much more abuse, the Bosmer decided to step in, standing over him, with her arms folded.

"Boss?" She asked, hoping to snap him out of it but he ignored her, continuing to beat on his enemy's face.

"Boss!?"

...

"Azarath!"

Azarath's head shot up and he glared at her, he saw the Bosmer stood over him, her face somewhat obscured by shadow and her purple face paint obscured the rest. He roared and lunged forward, grabbing the Bosmer by the shoulders and slamming her into the nearest wall as he stared into her eyes. His own eyes had seemingly changed, though they were the same shape and colour, the same man was no longer behind them, only rage and pure instinct drove him now.

Ailen's heart began to pound like a jackhammer, her legs went numb but that was okay, because she had no desire to run, she was too fascinated by Azarath's blind rage. She loved to see him like this, she knew that heads would roll or be smashed in, depending on whether he had a sharp or blunt weapon in his hand.

She was incredibly excited by Azarath's rage, to the point that she no longer gave a damn that she was in mortal danger.

As she stared at him, she noticed that his breathing had decreased in speed, he slouched a little and loosened his grip, leaving the Bosmer leant against the wall, her own breathing as she stared dead ahead as if her entire life was flashing before her eyes.

The Dunmer stumbled back and ran his, non-bloody, hand through his hair as he returned to his senses, he quickly looked up in panic, seeing that he had just attacked Ailen.

"G-Gods... Ailen... I..."

"That was incredible..." She said, in an almost hypnotic state.

"Huh?" Azarath asked, looking up in confusion as Ailen snapped out of it.

"Are you okay." She 'repeated,' stepping down and taking his hands, examining them.

"Y-Yeah... I... I think I lost it for a moment..." This prompted Ailen to look up at him, with a smirk as she let go of his hands.

"You 'think?"

"Ailen, did I hurt you?"

"No."

Unfortunately...

"But that was erm..."

Amazing!

"Unexpected."

"I know, I'm sorry, I er... I've never been that pissed off, not for a long time..."

"Is it about Gyron? About the women?" Ailen guessed, she did remember him being royally pissed off at that.

"Y-Yeah... The fucker... And that old prick, who killed Thaik..." He grumbled as he looked away and clenched his fist, the pain just seemed to be angering him further. Ailen looked away before taking his uninjured hand before slowly dragging him out.

"Well... I have some news for you on that front. We managed to track down the last of the girls, the ones that were sold into slavery were released as you promised."

"Good..." Azarath gasped, cradling his injured hand.

"What about the others... The 'trophies?"

"We're still trackin' 'em but don't worry, as soon as I find them, I'll bring them back to you."

"Thanks Ailen..."

The two of them said nothing as Ailen dragged Azarath to the lair's healer, it was a difficult trip, due to the delicacy of his hand but he had done worse to himself in the past. The Dunmer seemed like an old man, due to the fact that he seemed pretty much out of it and his walk had been reduced to a simple shuffle. The Bosmer lead him, through to the back before letting go of his hand and pushing him through to the healer.

"Azarath? Before you go..."

The Dunmer turned around, staring at her with his, slightly hazed, red eyes.

"If... I hadn't stopped you... Would you have killed me back there?"

The Dunmer paused as he thought about it, he pondered it for a few moments before sighing and falling back against the doorway.

"Honestly?" He asked, making sure that she really wanted to know.

"I don't know... I think I might have tried to kill you." He admitted, with a sigh, closing his eyes and hanging his head in shame.

"Next time, try not to get in my face, okay?"

Ailen nodded, with a smile, stepping infront of him and placing her hands on his shoulders, gazing up to the Dunmer with a smile. She rose up, on her tip toes but even then she needed to wrap her hands around his head and pull him down to her level to kiss him on the lips.

"Don't worry, don't give it another thought..." She insisted in a caring whisper as she grazed his cheek, with her finger.

"You go and get patched up, 'kay boss?"

The Dunmer nodded and gave Ailen a weak, forced smile as he stumbled into the healer's office as Ailen walked away. The Bosmer took a few steps away from the healer's office as every part of her body tingled with delight as the adrenaline still pumped through her body. She clenched a fist and raised it in the air, in some sort of triumphant gesture.

