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A Not-So-Peaceful Marriage

celestine

celestine

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Marriage. It was supposed to be one of the high points of a girl's life... Something she could look back and remember fondly. Something that she could take pride in and look beautiful at. What it wasn't supposed to be was a forced affair filled with fighting, hair-pulling, yelling, and no small amount of lecturing. Alas, there was little she could do about it... And so Myran was caught in a marriage that she deemed as loveless. The ceremony had been painful to go through. High tensions on both ends, after all. No one wanted to marry one of the enemy, and yet, here they were. She of the one tribe, he of the other. Married.

The greatest problem with that? One of the stipulations caused by the marriage magic was one that had been pressed into the vows and was now binding. Quiet magic such as marriage, after all, was not something anyone could fight against. They had to remain within five feet of each other at all times. At all times! Myran seriously thought she'd try and kill him within that time... But the only thing that was really stopping her was her love for her people. She hated what her father was putting her through, but she couldn't afford to risk sparking another battle. Both sides had lost a great deal already... And neither could afford to risk any more deaths.

And so, glaring at the man from the greatest distance the magic allotted them - she had to be within five feet of him for an entire year - she couldn't help but want to hit him. It was, after all, her usual impulse.
 
Though Nathan came from the Tribe of Fangs, the lowest tribe in the region, yet one of the strongest and most peaceful...yet lusty tribes, he didn't bother about details concerning the fact that he had married the village chief of the enemy's daughter. He had taken her for a stale creature at first, but eventually after the ceremony he was so interested in how her temper could get the better of her...it really drove him for her...and it would make a fine thing to amuse himself with to just annoy the hell out of her. He could take a hit, that was for sure...even though he was a nobody that was forced to marry the daughter of a village chief...which might have been an insult for them and a privilege for his clan. After the wedding ceremony, Nathan found it best NOT to kiss the bride at the altar...it might start a fight in the crowd. Instead, he allowed both village chiefs to take them to a ceremonial hut directly in the middle point between the two tribes...this would be their home until the year was over with.

Watching her from the other side of the room, he felt a bit uneasy as she just seemed to glare at him. The room was so tense...and he couldn't figure out what to say to break the silence.
 
She continued to merely glare before finally closing her eyes. Instead of letting herself hit him upon entering their new - and she shuddered to think it - home, she'd instead moved to the other side of the room, leaning against the wall as she sat, her knees folded before her. She let her forehead fall against them. This was ridiculous. She hated the fact that she was caught by this ridiculous game of politics, but she also had a duty to not maim, harm, or kill him if she wanted her people to remain relatively healthy and alive. It was, to say the least, frustrating. Excessively so.

At least, she thought to herself, he didn't try to kiss me. Then I might have done something really bad. Of course, when she said bad, she spoke of violence. Even within her tribe, she was known to be one of the more violent fighters. Not necessarily effective - her cousin was more affective in less time and with more grace than she, but she was still someone that was not to be crossed. Yet, she was trapped. God, she hated feeling powerless.
 
Eventually feeling the awkwardness of the air begin to die down, he shrugged as he moved over to sit next to his wife. He wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her body against his own. "So...honey...When are we going to mate? To fulfill our marriage...you know. A real marriage isn't over until the bride and groom make love the day they are wedded." That was the way of most tribes in the area at least. "So Myran..." He said as he rubbed his hands along her soft, smooth skin, "When are you going to give your body to your groom?" He knew this would make her angry...he wanted to annoy the hell out of her. She was still the enemy in his eyes...but he wasn't one to be violent...though he was more of the trickster that got everyone else into fights rather than himself into one. In a situation like this, he usually always annoyed the other person to just be amused...even if it meant a few bruises.
 
She stiffened as the moving air announced his approach. When he sat next to her, she instinctively tensed her muscles, but at his movements and words, she couldn't help but feel white hot rage pulse through her veins. For a good three heartbeats, she saw no distinction between objects and color as everything blurred together into a vibrant red. A bloody one.

Myran was one of the fastest in a tribe who treasured speed as well as flight. It was almost impressive. There were few who were able to awaken such anger within her, yet this one male had done so in only a few words and a touch. Myran stood upright, her shoulders tense. Glaring at him, she took two steps away, changing into her animal form as she did so. It was irksome, but preferable to his poisonous touch and his vile words. She flew up to a low-hanging rafter, still just barely within range. She'd heard of him - knew what he was trying to do.
 
Seeing her transform into that bird and fly away, he frowned as he rubbed the back of his head. "Oh come on now...you can't deny it you know. We're married, its tradition to mate with each other on the first day of being wedded. We've got a whole year to be together in here...We can't wait until the last day you know." He said shrugging as he stood up and laid down on the bed with a sneer as he seemed to take up the whole, only bed. "Fine...the bed is mine. You can sleep on the floor like the dog I become when I transform." He said sneering as he closed his eyes to relax, not giving any room whatsoever to her on the bed.
 
Myran couldn't help but think that this... fool of a boy was even more moronic than she'd originally thought if he expected her to even risk sleeping in her human form. No, her human form was far too easy to assault. At least like this, in her form of flight, she was safe from anything he might think to try. She gave a cry - a triumphant one - and merely settled into a nest towards the corner above the bed. It was conveniently placed, yet high enough that she wasn't in any particular danger form his sleeping form. Of course, if he were to stand, she might be inconvenienced, but that was easily supplemented by her natural instincts.
 
Nathan sighed as he watched her roost in her little nest. "When the hell did they put that in I wonder..." He muttered to himself as he sat up and watched her. He was so bored...watching just a bird roost in the corner of the room...but then he had an idea. Sneering...he went and found a nice, sturdy box that was supposed to hold their clothes for when they had to go to the river to wash clothes. Taking a stick, some cloth, and bread...he began to make a trap where he had to pull the cloth attached to the stick to cause the box to fall. He laid the food in the box and hid...knowing she probably wouldn't fall for it, but he had to try something to liven things up around here.
 
She watched him from above, wondering yet at the boy below. It was... almost sad. She noted that he must have been a far greater jokester than the rumors she'd heard and informed her. It was... almost disgraceful, really. He was the son of the chief - a prince in his own right, just as she was a princess. That he was incapable of even attempting to be respectful of her was astounding. At least she had not encroached on him. Merely kept to herself. Giving a silent little sigh, she settled, merely watching for him. She wanted him unconscious before she even considered closing her eyes.
 
Eventually...Nathan began to slowly fall asleep...He closed his eyes and fell to the ground, snoring loudly...but it was a ruse. He would await for her...listening to her with his keen hearing so he could trick her. His hand was still on the cloth...juuust in case she tried for the food. If she didn't hurry soon though...he probably would have fallen asleep. 'Hurry hurry...do something cause I'm gonna sleep soon...!' He said in his head, waiting for her to try something to give him the chance he wanted.
 
She remained still, not interested in the least. Well aware that Nathan was a trickster, Myran was leaving nothing to chance. Besides, she was not so foolish so as to go after so obvious a trap. She might be in a bird's body, but she certainly retained her human facilities... Of course, it helped that her natural form was human. There were others that she knew of who held the natural form of animals... And as such reverted to their more animalistic natures when they were in such forms.
 
Nathan had fallen asleep...but what he didn't know, was that he transformed when he slept...Slowly turning into a blue wolf, he yawned as he woke up, his human body resting so that the wolf form may come out. Looking around, it blinked as it retained Nathan's memories but held its own that Nathan did not have....It was almost like another entity. Walking around, he looked up to the bird. "Miss Myron, won't you come down?" He said as he sat down on his hind legs and looked up to watch her. "The brute is gone and is replaced with the more knowledgeable me. I am Nathan's other form...he does not believe I exist, nor do the other villagers...they do not know who I am so I ask if you could keep this a secret...I am only telling you this because you are my wife by force...I apologize for that."
 
Myran was surprised by this... and extremely disturbed by the fact that the wolf was speaking. She sincerely hoped it was telepathic, because unless this wolf was seriously mutated, there was no way it should be speaking. The vocal chords were just all wrong! Still, weirdness and disturbances aside, she let herself fall from the side of the rafter, landing lightly on her feet. "I accept your apology, wolf," she said proudly, "But know that I do not hold you responsible for what has occurred. The blame for such a thing is not so casually bandied about."

Looking at his coloring, she couldn't help but wonder - "Is this his coloring as well?"
 
The wolf blinked and cocked its head in confusion. "Coloring...What do you mean...? I am a gray wolf...am I not? As you are a white human inside of this dark hut." He could only see black, white, and shades of gray apparently. He did not know that his coloring was so abnormal than other wolves. "Anyway miss Myran...I would like to suggest for you to sleep in the bed. When the human that is ahold of my body is asleep, I take over for the night until I myself fall asleep. When I wake up...or rather...the human wakes up...he will not know that we had this conversation. I have his memories and my own...but he has only his own memories."
 
Myran accepted the wolf's words, remembering that most canines had a rather abysmal sense of color if any at all. She did, however, smile at the wolf. "What shall I call you, if you will be called by a name?" It was, after all, only fair to ask such of a creature that seemed decently respectful and respectable. "And is there anything else I should know about your existence?"
 
"My 'existence' is a lie...or rather...Nathan's is. I am the great wolf Fujiyomi...though you may call me Fuji. Nineteen years ago...when I was a mere pup...the chief of the Tribe of Fangs was watching over my mother...after birth...to me...she passed away, thus making me the new god of the temple...but I had a problem...I could not live a full life without another host...So my body and soul was sealed away into the womb of the chief's wife which gave birth to the man you knew earlier. If it were not for me having that condition...Nathan would not exist."
 
Myran listened with a bit of surprise. A wolf... That was definitely interesting to consider. So she was married to a practical jokester that didn't really exist because his entire existence was reliant on the wolf that lived within him, which was, essentially the real power behind the wheel. "I see," she murmured quietly. "Then you are just as stuck with him as I am... 'tis a shame. I had hoped the prince of his people would be more mature - or at least proud of his station, but it seems he is but a child..."

And no, there really is no woman that liked the idea of being wed to a child. Least of all Myran.
 
"The child means no harm to you or anyone else...Nathan is suffering. He is suffering from loneliness. Pranking people is the only way for him to get attention from even his father. Everyone is drawn away from him because of my power...they all feel that he is different and shun him for it, except for his father which is the only person that knows that I even exist. If you treat him like everyone else does...you'll only cause the boy more harm. He may do something stupid...if he dies then I die as well...which is why he can never learn of my existence. He'll find out that he never should have existed and only end my life for giving him such suffering."
 
Myran couldn't help but mentally laugh at the wolf's words. A child shunned because of a difference... pranking as a method to get attention. It sounded like so many bad cliches that she wasn't really sure what to say... What she finally did say, though, was such: "I will treat him the way I feel he deserves to be treated," she said coolly. "His immaturity is a failing. I am willing to overlook some of his stupidity, but he must learn and grow... And as to whether or not he should know of you..." She looked the wolf in the eyes. "Fujiyomi, you live inside of his body. He has every right to know why he is shunned. Whether that knowledge comes from me or others, however, is not something you need to worry yourself over just yet."

Her eyes flashed almost dangerously. "In fact, it may be that such knowledge could be the catalyst for this little boy to grow up."
 
Fujiyomi watched her as she spoke and did not say anything until she was finished. "I have considered this before...to somehow make it so that the boy finds out that I exist within him, and that he is not even supposed to be among the living without my doing." He walked over and laid beside the bed. "It has weighed heavily on me. I knew I was supposed to tell him eventually...but as things were going I thought he would kill himself if he knew the truth. I don't know what to do...so I had not told him."
 
She scoffed. Straight out. She didn't even bother to hide it. "Oh, please. If you were afraid he'd kill himself, you wouldn't have shown yourself to me. You don't even know me, wolf. For all you know, I'll tell him as soon as he wakens from my own dislike of him. After all, I won't have slain him and nor would it be considered a fault of my tribe but of his." She moved to lean against the wall beside the bed. "And nor am I a tool at your disposal. If I choose to do or not do something, that will be my decision and mine alone. Should I give some consideration as to your unique position, then I might. Should I not, then I won't. It is my choice and not yours..." Her eyes softened before growing cold again. "Anyways, you should know him better than anyone. If you are to be believed and he is truly a poorly-tended, attention-seeking, immature brat due to your influence, then it is more likely that he will try to find a way around it. After all, the immature and ever-eager are easily led by the nose."
 
"Your words cut deeply miss Myron. But you see...I have no choice in the matter whether to show myself or not. If it were my choice, I would stay inside forever...but whenever the boy sleeps, I am forced out." He said before watching her. "You are correct that it is your choice alone. Though...you misunderstand what I meant by telling you. It was not an order, more of a request. It is in fact your choice to tell him if you wish, but I am not." He turned and looked to the door. "In any case...unless the boy and I die, you are stuck with both of us. I will leave you alone...as for the boy...you've got at least twelve hours with him, whereas I'm whenever he is sleeping." He laid down beside the bed on the floor. "In any case...I will allow you to rest if you wish Miss Myron." He looked at her and smiled a bit. "Though...If you would like...I would be more than happy to tell any embarrassing secrets that the boy has...Just as a way to get back at him for all that he's done to you...or tried to at least."
 
She merely shrugged. "Very well. For now, then, I will sleep." Without another word, she lay in the bed, setting her mental clock to just before dawn, and let her body lull itself to sleep.

(Sorry, been all over the place. D;)
 
(Just try not to do another one liner haha :] )

Fujiyomi watched as she slept and sighed. Laying its head down, it would be lonely during the night...because if it slept, Nathan would wake up and probably attempt to rape her.
 
(like you? xD I guess it's 'cuz I didn't give much to work with. <3)

Dawn came and found Myran awake and in the rafters. She'd merely nodded to Fujiyomi before taking flight. She wanted nothing to do with Nathan and, as a result, had decided that he didn't need to know anything about what had transpired overnight... Although, from what the wolf said, he wouldn't know either way. Still, she returned the bed and its sheets to the state they were in before she'd slid in. No, in her lighter, hawk shape, she was quite happily in place. Away from him.
 
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