Private Tales Stuck!

[Thraah]

"You MORON!"
Thraah had held it together for hours. She had put up with Leander and his bullturds all day as they delivered the old tapestries from the Academy to be repaired in the City of Vel Anir but now.
Now it was getting dark and they were stuck because the rain from earlier in the day the wheels were stuck and the cart had come completely off its axel which startled the horse which was now making its way to Kress knows where at speeds she could only dream of achieving now.
"I told you to take it slow on the way back."
Much as she wanted to lay this all on Blondie and his thick skull deep in her heart Thraah knew she should have been watching out for trouble spots on the road, but she had fallen asleep and as they stood under the darkening sky they both came to realise they would have to wait until morning to continue. Problem was there was nothing around for miles except dirt and rocks. The odd tree made its stand bravely enough but they were thin and small. Hardly good for shelter.
She fixed Blondie with a look that might have killed a charging rhino. *Why did I have to get stuck with him?*

Leander Urahil

 

[Leander Urahil]

“SHUT UP!” Leander shouted back. “Who the fuck died that makes you think you can talk to me that way?” If Thraah was annoyed, so was he. Both of them had begrudgingly gone on this stupid mission that would have better suited the freshly made teens of the Academy. It was an insult to be tasked with carrying tapestries to Vel Anir. It was an even greater disappointment that he had been chosen to do so alongside Thraah— normally he would have used it as an excuse to mess around Vel Anir: have a nice dinner, get a few drinks, stay at a upscale inn.

He was not inclined to do any of those things with Thraah, because firstly, he hated her, and secondly, he had no desire to sleep with her and so it was not worth spending his coin on such luxuries for someone of such lowly birth as she was.

Now, they were both stuck here, in the middle of nowhere. If the mission wasn’t so low ranked, he would have used the chance to dispose of Thraah. If she didn’t return with him, there would be too much suspicion, he’d surely get in trouble now that the Republic was in power. Leander groaned, so many disorganized thoughts swarming in his head.

“I’m going to find wood and you,” he pointed at her, glowering down at her like the disrespectful loudmouth peasant she was. “Are going to dig a hole so we don’t alert all the bandits in the area that we’re fucking sitting ducks.”

Thraah

 

[Thraah]

"Don't tell me what to do you tin plated peacock!"
Thraah knew Leander was a rich dink but she was unprepared for how much of a dink he was being at that moment.
The last person on Arethil she wanted to be with, in the last place she would ever want to be.
It was not that his suggestion was bad in itself, survival training taught them that if no shelter existed they make their own and a trench, even a wet one, would hide them from danger.
She just didn't like hearing it from him!
Grumbling to herself she decided to vent and get a shovel at the same time.
"Not surprised he gave me the hard job... lazy fucker probably never dug anything deeper than Dustie's cunt!"
Her hands grasped the nearest loosest plank on the cart and bracing her foot against the wheel she wrenched it free against the protest of the squeaking nails. She was going to use it as a make do shovel maybe. It would be better than using her hands at least but something else flickered in her brain as she held the plank, the wooden plank.
"We have wood dipshit. The carts made of it!"

Leander Urahil

 

[Leander Urahil]

Leander hadn’t even took more than two steps away from Thraah before she began running her mouth. He could handle an insult or two, especially if he found them to be more of a compliment— everyone knew male peacocks were one of the most sought out exotic pets in Vel Anir, and obviously he wasn’t wearing tin, Thraah was just jealous that Leander had the wealth to get good armor. He also agreed with her that he did give her the hard job, but she deserved it. He had been doing all the work this entire assignment anyways, it was time for Thraah to do something.

The one thing that Leander couldn’t ignore was the blatant disregard for Academy property.

“Leave it to the peasants to act like goblin savages.” Leander said, having to march his ass back to Thraah as she pretended to be a beaver with rabies. He went to grab the collar of her shirt so that he could pull her away from the wagon. “We need the wagon intact because it doesn’t belong to us, it belongs to the Academy. We damage it, they’ll give us a bad grade. We already have a wheel to contend for, let’s not add to it.” He spoke slowly, condescendingly enunciating as if Thraah didn’t know common tongue.

“If you continue, I will stop you.” He glowered at his fellow initiate. It would be easy to knock her out and if he did it in such a specific way then he could blame it on the wagon. Oh, sorry Proctor Palahniuk, Thraah was sleeping and fell off the wagon. She fell on a rock and that’s why she has such a big bump on the back of her head!

Thraah

 

[Thraah]

"Hey, hands off!"
Wow, did Leander have to just start grabbing girls at every opportunity?
Thraah shook herself free of his grasp and rounded on him, her face red as a beet with anger.
"What, do YOU wanna drag this hunk of junk back yourself? The horse bolted and the wheel's bust. It's as good as kindling anyway!"
She squared up to him, the effect was like a terrier trying to stare down a wolfhound but size meant spit to dogs and less to her.
"And besides..."
Her arms went wide to display their utter lack of useful surroundings.
"... who cares if we get a bad grade if we don't make it outta here?"
Thraah was used to bad grades. Clearly golden boy was not.

Leander Urahil

 

[Leander Urahil]

"Academy horses aren't like the clod mules you people use; they either come back to the initiates or run back to the Academy." A stiff retort and flare of his nostrils was all Leander could do to show his displeasure as Thraah wiggled out from his fingers. He stared down at her round face, once again finding issues with every inch of it. Her heavy, rounded shoulders, her round face, her round nose, that round body altogether.

She was meant for the fields. He took a big step back, inspecting her knees. They were also large and round so that she could carry many children. How fitting of a peasant: to do nothing but work and fornicate.

The Academy must be punishing him for something. Maybe this was all Felix's doing, pairing a noble like him, prime and picked for success, with someone as lowly as Thraah. Her stance would have been amusing if Leander didn't hate her loud mouth.

"We stay the night and see if the morning if the horse comes back, reattach it back to the wagon." He looked at the busted wheel, frowning. "I know a spell or two that can mend it enough to carry us back. Just have to pull the wagon out of the mud, use another piece of wood... damn, what was it again?" The thought of not making it out of there didn't occur to Leander. He would be the youngest archon ever, the greatest there ever was. His story wouldn't end here.

He just needed to remember that spell. By a Nordenfiir's pretty little beard, what was that spell he had learned so long ago? Hocus pocus? Bippity-boppity-boo? Avada Kedarva? No, none of those sounded right.

Thraah

 

[Thraah]

If Thraah's eyes rolled any faster they would have unscrewed from her head entirely and fallen into the mud.
"Fine, you stay and fix the dang wagon and HOPE the fucking horse decides to come back to where there is no food. I'll go get wood for the fire."
She marched passed him but kept talking, it felt better to keep giving out to him.
The way he had just looked at her made her whole body want to leap out of itself and strangle him. It was like she wasn't a person a look she'd had before, a bunch.
"And dig a fire pit while you're busy doing whatever that blonde brain of yours calls thinking!"
She was beginning to overheat. If she wasn't careful she would burn right through her clothes, just like the dance.
The Dance, Maseno.
...
"Fuck!"
What she needed was somewhere to have a nice, long scream into a pillow and then to come back and kick Leander in his fat blonde head.

Leander Urahil

 

[Leander Urahil]

"Fine!" Leander huffed, turning his back to Thraah, not willing to explain to her little brain in her stupid, little, round head that these horses were some of the best. She wouldn't understand; no, she couldn't understand! Leander went about taking off his gauntlets, about ready to find a good spot to dig a pit for the fire and... wait a damn minute.

He whirled back around, hands turning into tight fists.

"I'm supposed to get the wood, and you're going to dig the hole!" How dare she try to trick him? Did she think someone with his noble blood and with lessons beyond her comprehension that he could be fooled so easily? He began to stride past her, letting his long legs carry him swiftly to her side before purposely knocking past her, using only a fraction of his weight. "You're too slow." He mocked, breaking out into a jog.

Thraah

 

[Thraah]

"FUCKER!"
She spat as he knocked past her and strode off into the nothing.
It would be so easy...
She raised a finger to his head and imagined scorching it.
Then she thought of Perrine and much as he deserved it she didn't deserve to lose someone.
Not even this walking cum stain!
Her anger was flaring and it needed a place to go.
So she decided to put it somewhere it would hurt him.
"You are so full of shit. You got bounced at the Dance. You fled the beach like the coward you are and now you try to tell ME what to do?"
Thraah turned on her heels and faced the cart.
"Fuck you, fuck scores and fuck..."
She raised her hand.
"this fucking..."
A glorious sphere of bright flame appeared in her hand the size of a cow skull.
"CAAAART!"
And threw the flaming orb at the cart set on destroying it.

Leander Urahil

 

[Leander Urahil]

He had cast his nullification magic too late. Leander got to watch in horror as that large ball of flame made its way to the cart. If only he had been quicker at uttering a elbion rain spell, but Leander was no Pirian and he was no Houri or Ysobel that controlled the temperamental skies above them. Unfortunately for Thraah, he was a Urahil, and Urahils only knew of blood and broken bones instead of diplomacy and regulation.

“You stupid, ugly bitch.” Leander breathed, watching the cart burst into flames. He stood still, shell shocked for another second before turning to Thraah. She wanted to use magic, well, too bad. His nullification dome would grow wider and wider, stretching further and further until Leander began to fill that strange migraine erupt in his head and could feel random muscle spasms. One of his organs felt full and fat, as if close to bursting, but Leander didn’t care.

He took a step forward. Then another step. Ignoring the pain, he charged towards Thraah.

His gold eyes were wild with fury. It was clear that he wanted nothing more than to kill her.

Thraah

 

[Thraah]

No games, no training and no magic.
Thraah always knew when Leander was using his anti magic because it was the only time she felt cold anymore.

Thraah was proud and stubborn but she remembered when she charged at that dink instructor back at Vel Castere.
She was calm as she stood at the ready.
Her mind was clear as he bore down on her with his bare hands. Size can be intimidating but for shorties like Thraah it was just a way of life.
With a swift kick she struck out for square between Leanders legs as hard as she could hoping to down him.
Anyone else and she might have felt bad but this was Leander and she would be damned if she ever felt badly for this tall stalk of shit.

Leander Urahil