- Joined
- Jul 28, 2019
Aldrik took a deep breath, pushing himself to his feet and glancing at each of the four men standing next to him, in the small clearing of the forest that they had been occupying for the last couple of hours, waiting for the sun to fall. He wouldn't say anything right away, instead, his gaze would fall through the rough pathway that led out of the forest and into the grasslands beyond, and the camp that lay there, with a massive tent dominating the center, and Aldrik's eyes narrowed, pondering just who could be in that tent
Aldrik was interrupted from his thoughts by the gentle grasp of one of his men's hands on his pauldrons. "My Prince" Xavier murmured, and Aldrik turned to look at him. "How many times have I told you, Xavier. It's just Aldirk to you" He asked in a slightly teasing tone, the other man shaking his head. "Old habits" He replied, the other man in the clearing chuckling softly at the two of them. "I got lost in my thoughts again" He admitted. "But, yes. I can presume you're about to tell me it's time for us to move?" Xavier nodded, gesturing towards the camp. "The sentries are about to change. The suns in their eyes as well. The time to move is now."
Aldrik nodded. "Same plan as usual," He remarked to the four men in front of him. "They never change their layouts. So, straight out of the forest, through the side, into the tent. I'll deal with whoever's in charge, and the rest of you keep the guards away and get the fire going. We'll disappear through the forest, and meet back at the base of the cliff. If we get separated, regroup at the cave we spent the other night in" The other men nodded, making their way to the edge of the forest. "Stay safe" Aldrik remarked, rolling his shoulders, his pauldrons settling as he took a deep breath, following his men through the forest.
As Aldrik and his squad started to move across the field, his mind would wander, if only for the briefest of moments, thinking about how if, three years ago, someone had told Aldirk he would have been fighting a war against the neighboring kingdom of Valindor, he would have called them insane, and quite possibly laughed at them. The Hier Apparent of Thizarin had never been one to shy away from a fight, but the thought of full-fledged warfare had been a bit too difficult for him to swallow at the time. And now, well. Here he was. Preparing himself to kill one of Valindor's generals, or perhaps one of their princes, who had also taken to leading from the front, wanting to show that they could do the same as him.
Aldrik would be ripped from his thoughts by a shout, that was quickly silenced by the blade's of one of his men, the sentry collapsing to the ground, and his thoughts were now focused at the moment, as the squad of five dashed through the encampment, cutting down anyone who stood in their way until they had reached the tent that dominated the center of the camp. "Ready?" He called over the rapidly unfolding chaos and once Xavier and Ezekyile had signaled their readiness, Aldrik ducked into a tent, a smirk crossing his lips as his wildest dreams were surpassed by the fact that standing in front of him, desperately trying to pull his armor on, was Erebus, the Crown Prince of Valindor, and Aldirk's feet quickly carried him across the difference, his sword held out, and even as Erebus tried to turn with his sword, Aldrik ran him through, a scream escaping the man's lips as Aldrik yanked the sword out.
"Xavier" Aldrik barked. "Start the fire" He ordered, turning to leave when a figure in the corner caught his eye, and a frown crossed his lips as he took in a young woman, dressed in scraps of clothing and a collar with a chain attached to a spike in the ground, leaving her unable to move, and it wouldn't be hard to guess that she was kept here as Erebus's slave, and he cursed softly, stepping towards her when a feeling lurched through his body, a fire starting in his lower stomach and spreading through his entire body, and Aldrik instantly knew what it was. She was an Omega. Of course. Of course, Erebus would stoop low enough to keep an Omega as his personal slave.
"Aldrik!" Ezekyile called from outside. "We need to get going" Aldrik glanced between the woman and the tent door. "I'll be out in a second. I'm dealing with one last thing. I'll be slow. We'll need to regroup. I'll find you at the cave or somewhere in the area" He called as he made his way across the room, his sword raised, and he quickly brought it down, cutting the chain that was attached to her collar and keeping her trapped, and even as the effect she was causing in him spread, he reached down with his empty hand, offering it to her. "Can you walk?." He addressed her quietly, his voice only hearable by her over the chaos going on around them. "I can take you away from here. Away from whatever he did to you" He gestured with his sword at Erebus's corpse, even as the shouting outside got even louder. "I know you don't know me. Or trust me. But if you want to come with me, you need to choose. Now" He stressed, even as his body reacted further to her presence, a primal need burning inside of him that he did his best to squash down.
Aldrik was interrupted from his thoughts by the gentle grasp of one of his men's hands on his pauldrons. "My Prince" Xavier murmured, and Aldrik turned to look at him. "How many times have I told you, Xavier. It's just Aldirk to you" He asked in a slightly teasing tone, the other man shaking his head. "Old habits" He replied, the other man in the clearing chuckling softly at the two of them. "I got lost in my thoughts again" He admitted. "But, yes. I can presume you're about to tell me it's time for us to move?" Xavier nodded, gesturing towards the camp. "The sentries are about to change. The suns in their eyes as well. The time to move is now."
Aldrik nodded. "Same plan as usual," He remarked to the four men in front of him. "They never change their layouts. So, straight out of the forest, through the side, into the tent. I'll deal with whoever's in charge, and the rest of you keep the guards away and get the fire going. We'll disappear through the forest, and meet back at the base of the cliff. If we get separated, regroup at the cave we spent the other night in" The other men nodded, making their way to the edge of the forest. "Stay safe" Aldrik remarked, rolling his shoulders, his pauldrons settling as he took a deep breath, following his men through the forest.
As Aldrik and his squad started to move across the field, his mind would wander, if only for the briefest of moments, thinking about how if, three years ago, someone had told Aldirk he would have been fighting a war against the neighboring kingdom of Valindor, he would have called them insane, and quite possibly laughed at them. The Hier Apparent of Thizarin had never been one to shy away from a fight, but the thought of full-fledged warfare had been a bit too difficult for him to swallow at the time. And now, well. Here he was. Preparing himself to kill one of Valindor's generals, or perhaps one of their princes, who had also taken to leading from the front, wanting to show that they could do the same as him.
Aldrik would be ripped from his thoughts by a shout, that was quickly silenced by the blade's of one of his men, the sentry collapsing to the ground, and his thoughts were now focused at the moment, as the squad of five dashed through the encampment, cutting down anyone who stood in their way until they had reached the tent that dominated the center of the camp. "Ready?" He called over the rapidly unfolding chaos and once Xavier and Ezekyile had signaled their readiness, Aldrik ducked into a tent, a smirk crossing his lips as his wildest dreams were surpassed by the fact that standing in front of him, desperately trying to pull his armor on, was Erebus, the Crown Prince of Valindor, and Aldirk's feet quickly carried him across the difference, his sword held out, and even as Erebus tried to turn with his sword, Aldrik ran him through, a scream escaping the man's lips as Aldrik yanked the sword out.
"Xavier" Aldrik barked. "Start the fire" He ordered, turning to leave when a figure in the corner caught his eye, and a frown crossed his lips as he took in a young woman, dressed in scraps of clothing and a collar with a chain attached to a spike in the ground, leaving her unable to move, and it wouldn't be hard to guess that she was kept here as Erebus's slave, and he cursed softly, stepping towards her when a feeling lurched through his body, a fire starting in his lower stomach and spreading through his entire body, and Aldrik instantly knew what it was. She was an Omega. Of course. Of course, Erebus would stoop low enough to keep an Omega as his personal slave.
"Aldrik!" Ezekyile called from outside. "We need to get going" Aldrik glanced between the woman and the tent door. "I'll be out in a second. I'm dealing with one last thing. I'll be slow. We'll need to regroup. I'll find you at the cave or somewhere in the area" He called as he made his way across the room, his sword raised, and he quickly brought it down, cutting the chain that was attached to her collar and keeping her trapped, and even as the effect she was causing in him spread, he reached down with his empty hand, offering it to her. "Can you walk?." He addressed her quietly, his voice only hearable by her over the chaos going on around them. "I can take you away from here. Away from whatever he did to you" He gestured with his sword at Erebus's corpse, even as the shouting outside got even louder. "I know you don't know me. Or trust me. But if you want to come with me, you need to choose. Now" He stressed, even as his body reacted further to her presence, a primal need burning inside of him that he did his best to squash down.