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Coitus Interruptus	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 1218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lineage2 nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Coitus Interruptus
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 11
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- 13
Starr fidgeted yet again on the saddle. Unaccustomed to riding double with anyone, let alone for so long, she was becoming uncomfortable. She wanted her own mount, but she knew better than to even think of asking the dar… Shin… She knew better than to ask Shin. Shaking her head, she grumbled to herself silently. She’d have to get used to thinking of him as more than just a dark elf. Which required that she use his actual name. Sighing heavily, she let out a low curse.
“Language.” Shin reprimanded her softly while absently rubbing his thumb over her stomach. She’d been quiet for some time now, likely still processing all that had happened in such a short span of time.
Stiffening, she thought back. She’d spoken in light elvish. How had he understood her? Did he actually understand their language? Experimenting, she cursed again, a bit more colorfully.
“Hrea, your former commanders back home might not have been opposed to your use of such speech, but I can assure you that I am. Refrain from such common maledictions when in my presence.” Shin admonished, tightening his grasp around her middle as the fenrir clawed his way up a steep embankment.
“How do you understand our language?” Starr queried, ignoring his brazen attempt at curbing her language for the time being. “It’s a closely guarded secret.”
“Not as close as you might think.” Shin muttered, recalling that he’d first learned the language from one of their own masters. “There those among our kind who have studied your language and have mastered it, teaching it to a select few students. I am one of those few.”
Silence fell between them as the wolf continued his strenuous climb before he continued. “If you are truly going to become useful to us, you must learn our language. However,” he pulled the fenrir to a stop and one hand fell ominously on one of the swords strapped to the saddle, “you must never teach it to another. Ever.”
Her gaze stayed locked on his hand atop the sword, understanding the implicit meaning he was conveying. “I understand.” She hesitated and then asked. “What does ‘hrea’ mean?” She knew she hadn’t quite managed to pronounce it the same way he had, but it was decently close enough, at least to her own ears.
Shin’s mind raced. He’d inadvertently found something she was genuinely curious about regarding his kind. The curiosity in her tone had been quite evident and it expressed more than just a passing interest, whether she’d meant to convey that interest or not. The only difference between her and the other light elves he’d befriended, he’d never given them anything that could be used against him or his kindred. Teaching her their language had phenomenal risks attached. She could use it against them, and even teach it to others.
“Create a dagger of ice for me.” He intoned lowly.
Starr tensed. “Why?” Her voice was filled with nervous apprehension.
“I want to show you something.”
Cautiously, Starr formed a small dagger, handing it to him with trepidation.
“Our language is a bit like this dagger. You can give it to me, but when you do so, you are handing me a weapon that I can then use against you. Our language is no different. You can choose to use it yourself or give it to others who will then use it in your place.” He pressed the icy blade into his palm, giving himself a small cut. “In this way, we can die a death of a thousand cuts, as our language is passed from one enemy to the next.” He closed his hand into a fist and allowed the blood to drip onto the wolf’s fur, the bright red drops sharply contrasting against the white.
“Teaching you our language is no small indulgence, hrea.” He muttered, passing the icy blade back to her, despite how badly he wanted to keep it.
Starr stared down at the blade, watching as the faint traces of his blood slowly froze. She wasn’t sure what had just happened between them, but she knew she couldn’t let it end there. It didn’t feel right to just let the conversation lapse like this. Taking the blade, she pushed her sudden nervousness aside and sliced her palm open, much like he had. “By my blood, I will take the secret of your language to my grave.” She uttered.
As soon as the words left her, Shin felt a powerful surge of magic pulse between them. The intensity of it was enough to cause the fenrir to whine a bit. A blood oath. His brow furrowed, but usually with blood oaths there were two weapons involved, usually symbolic in function… The sound of ice cracking caused him to look down.
In her hands, the dagger was breaking apart and reforming into two perfectly symmetrical halves. Each half contained trace amounts of their co-mingled blood. He gripped the dagger she handed him, marveling at how easily she’d conjured the blade in the first place and then had split it in half. Running his thumb along the edge, he realized it was still extremely sharp.
“Didn’t think you’d care for a dull blade.” She explained. “It won’t melt, ever. It will however shatter should the oath be broken.” Try as she might, she couldn’t keep the sour tinge out of her voice.
“I didn’t ask you…” Shin started, going to explain to her that he didn’t want something that would act as a tangible means of ensuring that she honored the oath, but she didn’t let him finish.
“I know you didn’t ask me to. And honestly I don’t want the ice to break should I break the oath, which I won’t, but light elven magic works differently than other magic when it comes to blood oaths.”
Shin would certainly say so. Dark elven magic would kill the person who broke a blood oath, hence why they very rarely made such oaths. He’d only given one blood oath in his life. To Nathavin, and Nathavin to him.
Which made him think. If she incorporated fully into dark elven society as planned, would her magic change, becoming more like theirs? Making a blood oath potentially deadly for her if she were to break it? He hoped not.
Carefully he placed the dagger she’d created into one of the spare sheaths to keep it safe and tucked it safely away inside the leather satchel that was attached to the saddle. He noticed that she’d tucked hers into a concealed sheath in her boot. Considering that she could literally make her own daggers, he hadn’t thought that she’d ever need a sheath.
Tibmag growled lowly, his head rising and smelling the wind. With a snort, he shook his head and began moving quickly.
“He senses a storm approaching.” Shin explained as his grip tightened protectively around Starr. “We’re going to run the rest of the way to the cabin. Hold on tightly.”
As the wolf lurched forward in a desperate bid to outpace the storm, Starr gripped the saddle pommel tight as she leaned forward over the wolf’s neck just as she would a horse. She found the ride to be rougher than that of a horse and grit her teeth in frustration. If she were to stay with the dark elves, then she was going to have a horse rather than a wolf.
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It was hours before they reached the cabin. Lightning streaked across the sky and thunder rumbled overhead. At Shin’s insistence, Starr dashed inside the cabin and watched from the relative safety of the doorway while he stripped the wolf of it’s leather saddle and tossed it onto the covered porch. The wolf turned and immediately left, racing swiftly away from them, occasionally shaking it’s fur loose from where the saddle had pressed it down against it’s back.
“Where’s it going?” Starr asked curiously as Shin swiftly came inside with her, shutting the door on the impending tempest.
“He is going to his den that’s not too far from here. He’ll be safe and dry there.” Shin informed her, with light emphasis. Glancing around, he spotted some fresh fish swimming in a large bucket placed near the heath. They were the only sign that Nathavin had already been here. It was also a prearranged signal. If Nathavin had the ability to sit still in the open on the bank of the river for any appreciable length of time to catch several fish, it meant that no one had found the place and that they were safe from intruders.
Raising her eyebrow, she commented dryly. “Afraid I’m going to hurt his feelings?”
“Not at all.” Shin replied as he scooped up the bucket and began heading to a part of the cabin reserved for the preparation of food. “However, I find that it’s better to remember that he is a living, breathing, creature, as opposed to an object.” Glancing at her, he stated rather pointedly before disappearing to prepare the fish. “Objects are used and thrown away.”
Starr’s mouth hung open for a second before snapping shut. Chastened, she slowly took in her surroundings as she heard him beginning to clean and dress the fish. The cabin was cozy, not at all what she’d imagined a dark elf’s cabin to be like.
Several low slung and thickly stuffed lounges and chairs were placed around the hearth, the largest lounge was directly across from it. Between them was a low table. Off to one side was a dining table and chairs, and what looked to be a cookery.
Investigating further, she found a short hall that led to two bedrooms. One on either side of the hallway. Peeking inside one, she saw a modestly sized bed and a small hearth. Along with what looked like a freestanding wardrobe. Not daring to examine those rooms further, she made her way back to the central room and sat on one of the overstuffed chairs.
Glancing around, she could see small hints of dark elven influence. The mantle above the fireplace held several natural looking knickknacks, oddly shaped pieces of driftwood, several interesting, dried nests, probably that of birds. But nestled within all of that was the candle holders, in the distinctive, dusky gray wrought iron that was so prevalent in anything of dark elven design.
The fire-poker also had more sharp edges and points than was strictly necessary. Much like their armor. Even the table legs seemed to have the whispered appearance of the blades of a sword.
Nothing stood out on its own. Even collectively it didn’t really stand out much. Just, subtle hints that if she hadn’t been examining everything so closely she most likely would’ve missed them. As she gazed around the room, she heard the first few raindrops hit the roof. A few seconds later and those first few patters of rain turned into torrents.
The hearth roared to life on its own, startling her before she recognized a small runic emblem etched in the stone. Settling back down, she found herself drowsy. Her eyes drifted closed, and she fell into a light doze.
Meanwhile, Shin finished preparing the fish and brought them back into the main cabin to cook. Once finished, he set everything on the table and went to wake her. Leaning down, he shook her shoulder gently. “Hrea. Wake up.”
Cracking one eye open sleepily, Starr swiped her hair from her face. “You still haven’t told me what that means.” She complained. What if he was insulting her? Her face frowned at the idea.
Grinning, Shin chuckled. “Now, now. All in good time, princess.” He laughed a bit louder at the dark glance she shot him.
“I want to know what that means.” She reiterated as she sat up.
“And I will tell you. In my own time and in my own way, princess.” He retorted with a grin.
Starr growled lowly and stood. Making her way to the table, she noticed that he’d procured wine from somewhere in the cabin. Sitting at the chair he’d indicated, she took a sip of the wine and realized that it was of human production. Not the greatest, but still quite acceptable. “I’m surprised you don’t have something stronger.” She commented as she raised the glass.
“Oh, I do. But I prefer to leave that for later.” Shin replied without going into further detail. Sipping his own wine, he glanced at her surreptitiously over the rim of his glass. Did light elves drink anything stronger than wine? He doubted it. They didn’t seem like they would and none of his light elven acquaintances had ever shed any light on the question.
What would she be like if she drank some of his stronger libations? Would she be like most of the dark elven women? Cruel. Or would she be more like human women, and be flirty? Or, if she’d never drank anything stronger than wine before, would she simply pass out?
“Tell me.” He began, setting his glass down. “What kind of drinks do you prefer? It would help to know what to requisition from the nearest settlement.”
Starr tilted her head in thought. “This is acceptable.” She finally answered.
“And if I can’t find a merchant who sells this exact wine?” He pressed. “What would you like me to get in it’s place?”
Starr’s brows furrowed in thought. “It might help me to know what town we’re closest to, it would help narrow down my choices.”
With a grin, he shook his head and tsk’d. “Ah, ah. You won’t be able to trick me like that.”
Rolling her eyes in exasperation, she huffed. “I wasn’t attempting to trick you.” His gaze said he wasn’t convinced. Huffing again, she contemplated her choices and finally shrugged as she answered him. “Sweet codran wine, malus wine, mulled malus wine…”
Shin waved her to stop. “Oh hrea… We are going to have to broaden your horizons.” It figured. The light elves were scrupulous even in their choice of drink.
They finished the meal in silence and prepared for bed.
As she made to enter the second bedroom, Shin gripped her and pulled her close to him. “Tomorrow, we begin the process of preparing you to enter dark elven society. There will be no turning back. I expect you to fully immerse yourself and become as a dark elf. If you do not put your entire being into this, they will kill you when I hand you over.” His hand trailed through her hair. “I don’t want that.” Leaning down, he caught her lips in a searing kiss. Pulling away quickly, he disappeared into his own room for the night and firmly shut the door before he decided that she’d be staying in his room.
Of course, tomorrow night, he had no intentions of them having separate beds. Of the many things she had to learn, one of them was that dark elves viewed cohabitating with your partner worked best when sharing the same bed. And she was indeed his partner. She’d ensured that with her actions in the brig.
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