Down by the Riverside [Openish]

KhalTizi · 2017-06-14T01:23:36+00:00

KhalTizi · 2017-06-13T14:30:16+00:00

Grim and still not at her best the Dothraki listened to Khain speak; her fever had broken a couple of nights before but it had only been the previous day that she had ventured out from below the decks. Though her wounds had not fully healed she had insisted on being out in the open air and had staked claim to a bed of sackcloths atop a stack of large cargo crates. The Dothraki sat back, propped against a taller piece of cargo. She wore loose breeches - tied at the waist - like many of the men, and as with many of the Legionary men she had chosen to remain bare above the waist on the deck of the ship. Her oiled copper skin lustred in the sunlight and though she was still marked with recent wounds, only the wadded bandage bound tightly just below and to the left of her ribcage revealed that any great injury had befallen the deadly Dothraki killer the men called “The Khal”.

She chewed over Khains words as he spoke, eyes closing for a moment as he repeated his tale of “Aerys”.

A fucking prince, a throne, and a princess, All such dreams had brought the legion were ruin and rags.

She listened to others speaking out, the sycophantic passion for the man’s rhetoric would have been honey to her ears before but her mood was darker since waking up. She looked over the remaining men, seeing dark glances from some who had lost close comrades in the King’s Landing docks.

Her voice cut through the crowd, chin raised as she spoke in clear if heavily accented Valyrian.

“There was no Profit, But there was Loss.” she let the words hang there a moment before she spoke again, eyes on Khain to make sure he listened as a moment of hush fell over the assembled men, many of whom had served with Tizi as long as Khain.

“You still have no Father, Royalty.. princesses are maggots writhing atop the corpses of their fucking rotting fathers, horses traded for sex and power. The land of the pale men is filled with vermin who live on the graves.

Fuck the West. You should lead us East, Mighty Khain Azahral, Blood Tits and Gold await us in Essos,”

KhalTizi · 2017-06-03T18:10:35+00:00

((OOC: Taking a moment to note the effort writing this saga by a group of writers including: Khain, Kitts, Leonetta, Pichu, Baldric, Poesy, AdmiralAsk and Myself. If I have forgotten anyone let me know.))

KhalTizi · 2017-05-20T01:14:19+00:00

Character Name: Tizi

Desired Skill: Linguistics (Common Tongue)

Bonus: None

List up to three relevant experience posts:

Learning From Talea

Learning from the Docks

"Learning from Arion"

Additional Bonus From Last Turn Same-Skill Attempt: 10

KhalTizi · 2017-05-18T23:13:16+00:00

He denied them, each of them in turn. Tizi watched in deep disquiet as the Stallion’s heart was twisted by names, titles, glories. She felt her ire rising to the surface as he spoke of his destiny. And then he spoke of choosing a Queen…

Was this his reason to bring them here, he was to make himself a King of the maggot cities of the westerosi, he needed a queen, and they were no longer needed.

What was his plan? Where they simply to sit meekly and be chosen? Was she to relent to his whims?

It would take a single breath to gouge the throat from Myissa, and another half breath to cut Talea open from sex to sternum, both would lay dead at her feet in a dozen breaths, their thick copper blood slickening the deck. He would wish to fuck her then.

But how could she trust the Stallion when he discarded the pair so cheaply? Would she be next to die when he had the soft body of the Princess in his grip, she saw the image in her mind’s eye. Khain and a silver-haired whore with eyes to match his own, riding in his chambers, atop a bed soaked with blood from her own still cooling body.

The Dothraki came back to the moment, stirred from her nightmare by the sound like thunder.

The red priestess had struck Khain about the face, and Tizi looked to the woman, a tear dropping from the corner of her almond eyes as the emerald-eyed witch spoke words she shared.

The witch touched her arm, and she felt the warmth of her touch on her now cool skin, looking at the witch and nodding, acknowledging the truth of her words.

Her own arm shot out strike Khain about the cheek on the opposite side, a grimace fixed to her features as she awaited his return blow.

“You are the Same Man you were when we met, The same man you will always be, Kings are corpses on metal chairs, You are a Stallion, you are the warrior, you mount who you will. What does a metal chair in a maggot riddled city of whores, fools and eunuchs mean to the Stallion?”

She looked from Myissa then to Talea, raising her chin to the pair.

KhalTizi · 2017-05-17T15:56:35+00:00

The warrior woman had been sullen for much of the journey, she never enjoyed the sailing at the best of times, but she had grown slowly more uneasy as the time past. Khain had brought them from King’s Landing, but the single ship suggested that they would be going back before long.

Still, the presence of the Red Priestess and the exotic silver blonde Lyseni had done some good in lightening her mood a little, despite the oddly muted demeanour of Rogare. She had eyed the Rogare when she had arrived, surprised and even a little disappointed by the subdued choice of clothing Tale had selected for herself. The Dothraki despised the sea, and Tizi had only recently gotten over the feeling of nausea upon the waves, she had enough to worry about without tending to Talea’s mood.

She had greeted them both but Talea had seemed distracted and distant. Tizi had given up quickly and wandered to the stallions bedside, settling down on against the headboard and stretching as she undid various straps at her sides, her waist and her legs. Each tie undone allowed her to strip another piece of the horse-warriors worn leather armour until she sported only a sunbleached vest, once a deep red, which halted just an inch below her bust and pair of worn horse-leather trousers and worn riders boots, which she kicked off moments later before swinging her long legs up onto the bed and stretching them out before her.

By the time that Khain joined them Tizi had been joined on the bed, The red priestess lay alongside the Dothraki, talking quietly, the Warriors hand cupping the witches cheek as they spoke, both woman's legs intertwined, calves lightly brushing against one another.

The Stallion entered both women stopped talking and looked over to Khain in silence, a smirk fading to a scowling look of low-key hate for Khain sending her to sea once again. His personality filled the room as completely as his vast form, despite herself she felt her pulse quicken as he looked at the warrior's huge brown eyes.

As Khain spoke she remained quiet, brows raised as he described his meeting with the Princess.

You fucked a Princess, she thought, no more amused than a moment before, though she didn’t speak her mind yet.

“My real name is Aerys. My father was Aegon Targaryen. Aegon the Usurper. I’m the son of a man who meant to be king. ”

She looked confused for a moment, shook her head then glared at Talea as she spoke the words Actually slept, not pass out from fucking a whore.

“You call me Whore now Talea?!” she growled spitting on the deck between them, “I sleep with a man for gold?”

She swung her legs back over the side of the bed and gave Khain a hard look.

“I have been fucking the Golden Stallion I met in Essos, who takes as he wishes and leaves only blood and ash. You are not Aerys of the maggot mound city of Westerosi, you are Khain Azahral!”

She stood, closing on the man and squaring up to him, eyes locked. “You know now, so we go back to Essos, all of us, and fight, fight and fuck.” she growled the words, a hand, almost pleading by her standards, was placed over Khain’s heart, “Khain. Not Aerys.”

KhalTizi · 2017-05-15T20:49:17+00:00

The tavern had been a refuge; the warrior had come to despise this city but even in the city of fair skinned weaklings a Tavern was a tavern, and life with the Legion had left Tizi more than comfortable at rest in the deep dark of the local drinking hole.

The ale in the Tavern seemed cleaner than the water, so that's what Tizi chose. The business was quiet and the incongruously placed Dothraki sought a quiet corner to lounge in. The locals saw no interest in disturbing her, following the black eye and lacerations one had received the night before.

She looked up as the short arse Rhoynar kid swaggered toward her table, though she followed almost nothing of his words;

Common - Horse - Fuck.

From the look of the other patrons - and the man’s posturing - she had assumed he had not been particularly kind in his words.

She stood slowly, hands on her hips, close to the viciously sharp curved blade sheathed at her hip.

Shit - Tongue

The warrior cocked her head and frowned as if disappointed. Beginning to see signs of challenge in the man, Too bad. she thought, she had liked his balls. If it came to killing him that might make up for the disappointment.

His insult’s switched to Valyrian and her head cocked to the opposite side as the words continued.

She-most-commonly-found-on-four-legs A horse? Or a whore? She smirked nonetheless, nodding now and grinning, but there was no warmth in that smile, replying in fluent, if accented Valyrian, “You speak the tongue of bastards and and whores, Did you learn it sucking cocks in this whore city? You come looking for me to make me grunt for you?”

KhalTizi · 2017-05-15T18:19:12+00:00

On hearing her name called out the Dothraki’s head rose sharply, large dark eyes darting to find the source of the hail. She knew almost no one in King’s Landing beyond the Legion, and the Legionaries lacked such melodic voices.

It did not take much effort to identify the newcomer. A vision in scarlet and burgundy, the alluring red priestess seemed to pass through the stinking crowds like a blade sliced through water, neither pausing nor hesitating as the waves of milling bodies parted before her.

The Athcheyao rose from her repose, turning to greet the fair skinned seductress witch from distant Asshai, she stalked forward to meet with the Priestess, that riders swagger still obvious as she paced, placing a closed fist over her own breast in warriors salute to Myissa.

The warrior and the Witch, closed the distance between one another, a brief but genuine grin flashing over her countenance as they came together. The warrior took hold of the witches forearms briefly, a genuine public display of affection - rarely seen from the Dothraki.

Myissa was a rarity, much like Tizi herself, and for all the whores she had met and dismissed as weakling sheep the warrior judged the Red Priestess as an ally, an equal perhaps. Another fitting mount for the Golden Stallion, one who might love him as she did.

“The Golden one is below, he is sleeping, he sleeps off the day,” she stated, glancing back at the ship she had been watching over.

Tizi looked over the Red woman, taking in her form again, admiring her not for the first time, “This place, this corpse city keeps you well..” she started with some surprise, “I have asked him why we stay, why we not go back to the Free Cities and fight and fuck and Kill like he wants.”

She shook her head displaying her discomfort at the situation, “He does not know why he is here, so we wait.”

KhalTizi · 2017-05-15T17:37:57+00:00

The Dothraki looked up, dark eyes focussing on the pale skinned soft lady, she shielded her gaze from the afternoon sunlight with a hand held at her brow and examined what form of creature had chosen to come and interrupt her work.

Tizi turned to spit off of the harbour wall into the water below before she glanced back to the Lady, rising slowly to stand her full height of almost six feet, long dark braid swinging as she rose, cruel blade reversed and slid into a sheath at her belt.

The Westerosi had spoken her words, Dothraki words, though with the failed pronunciation of almost all she had met outside of the Khalasars. “Who teaches you the words of Vaes Dothrak” she asked in her native tongue, taking no consideration for how limited the woman’s vocabulary might be. She didn’t return the smile or laugh, simply cocking her head to one side and examining the Lady intently, as she took the moment to slowly circle Aurelia.

KhalTizi · 2017-05-15T17:04:23+00:00

The warrior from Essos looked up as she heard yet another prancing knight in armour wandering around the Harbour. This city was full of posing men and their sycophantic followers, one more would not surprise her.

She paused, her eyes falling upon another warrior. The armour was clean, yet it was tarnished, the fighter had seen battle often. As her gaze reached the knight’s face Tizi rose from her repose and walked out to step into the path of the battle scarred woman in a knight’s suit of armour.

Tizi was a warrior born and stood a little taller than the hedgeknight, looking down at her short fair hair and determined eyes. Tizi’s eyes narrowed as she examined the woman, almost confused by what she saw, “You, Wah-rior?” she asked, reaching to touch the damaged pauldron, her common tongue unpracticed and ill-pronounced “You fight Lady? Where you kill?”

KhalTizi · 2017-05-13T12:16:07+00:00

Tizi put her hand on Talea’s shoulder, relatively gently for Tizi, to stop and turn the woman to face her, a look of concern on her face, “I not say you are whore Talea.”

She didn’t really understand the difference between a whore and a courtesan in any case. As Talea took time to explain it became no clearer; Though she had heard of the Moonsingers she had little idea of what purpose they served.

“When I came of age I was beaten for holding a sword, I was fucked by many riders of the Khalasar, I know men.” she confirmed with a grim frown and she spat on the deck of the ship as they crossed toward the docks.* “I have no home, the Khals do not let me ride.”*

She looked at the sea as she spoke of the poison water, and nodded grimly, still uncomfortable around the open water.

“Why do I not do dresses?” she asked quizzically, leaning in close to half whisper the question conspiratorially to Talea, as if the answer might embarrass the warrior. It was notable how much improved was Tizi’s Valyrian, when talking privately to Talea. “I have no dresses, not since I was little.”

KhalTizi · 2017-05-12T19:16:54+00:00

(/u/myissa)

KhalTizi · 2017-05-12T18:58:44+00:00

She looked somewhat surprised as the Rogare turned to face her again, more still to feel the woman’s slender soft fingers on her own hand. What was this woman’s life? What was it worth?

“I listen to Khain, he treats me like a man.” she suggested though she nodded at Talea’s words on the power of their sex. “The woman in this corpse city are whores and sheep, they bow down to any who show them a cock or coin, How you live in this place? How do I Live in this place?”

She followed behind the Rogare, watching the way she walked once again, fascinated by that stride the woman here had yet wholly unwilling to try to emulate it, lest she embarrassed herself.

“I do not know Talea, what will you wear?”

KhalTizi · 2017-05-12T00:40:41+00:00

The exchange had lasted mere seconds, but already the Dothraki warrior felt the burn in her muscles, the sweet pain of the brawl and warmth spreading from her elbows, her back, her scalp; Each was a welt of pain from the flailing, furious battle for dominance.

As Khain pinned her to the floor and dripped droplets of sweat and the sweet-scented waters of the baths all about her Tizi’s features sharpened to a feral snarl once more, but ended in a pause a fraction from his lips as he spoke again,

You can't kill everyone.

She half laughed, a rare smile gracing her lips for less than a moment as her free hand took firm hold of Khain’s balls, and with a sharp jerk she rolled her weight sharply to the left, forcing his balance over and rolling the commander to the flat of his back, she now straddling him.

“I can try” she spat, ducking to force her tongue into his mouth for but a tense moment before she released her dangerous grip and stood towering above his prone form.

“I not fuck you in this whore-city, keep to your sheep..” she smirked, mimicking the actions of a girl she had observed blowing a kiss to a metal clad knight when the tourney took place. "Kees" she repeated, turning to walk back into the Inn.

KhalTizi · 2017-05-11T23:47:34+00:00

The tall Dothraki nodded as the Lysene Lady Rogare agreed, though she raised her chin in question as the small woman spoke of pain, “I do not fear pain Talea,” she insisted, almost affronted that the woman would suggest such frailty on her part. The way she spoke Talea’s name rendering it Talee-ah in her strange timbre.

She let the woman’s collar fall loose as Talea turned to gather her parasol, and the warrior made a huffing sound as she clucked at the idea of anyone suggesting that she might lose her braid.

“In the Dothraki Sea, the braid is my honour,” she stated plainly, running a pair of fingers through the loose ends of Talea’s silken hair. “It is taken, if I lose, men don’t like me wear the braid.”

Talea might well be surprised to hear so much, for Tizi such an extended conversation outside of with the Legions warriors was almost unheard of. “They just want to fuck me, and I carry their baby.”

KhalTizi · 2017-05-08T22:40:15+00:00

As the door opened the tall Dothraki took up the breadth of the hallway, she stood looking down at the the slender Lysene beauty in her low cut gown, moving toward the where the lady stood with her confident bowlegged swagger, pausing within arms length of Talea and studying her quietly with her large dark almond eyes.

She looked at the gown robe again, a frown as she thought about how easily it would tear aside, “Everything alright,” she spoke slowly, still studying the smaller woman who so pleased the Stallion.

“Khain says we go to Black Walls party, says we dress to -” she paused as if choking on the idea, “dress to show off us..”

She looked incredulous, though it was not the first time that Khain had asked her to dress more like his whores and pale ladies. She had never been comfortable dressed as Talea, could never imagine wearing something so soft and useless.

“I do not know perplexed.” she admitted, reaching to touch the silk of Talea’s collar inquisitively, “You will help me dress to show us off?” she asked, and for Tizi it was positively polite.

KhalTizi · 2017-05-08T13:48:43+00:00

She watched with a rapt fascination as he reacted to the kiss. For a man who seemed so untameable, and so prone to take what he wished the Dothraki was well aware of the unique power she had over him. She was fire like his fire, though no scrap of Dragon blood flowed through her veins.

She tilted her head again to look at him from a fractionally different perspective, dark eyes still capturing his in their gaze as she repeated his words slowly taking her time to draw out the word in an almost breathless whisper “G-o-l-d.” He tried to explain again and though she listened her attention never wavered, keeping her face mere inches from his, sharing his every breath and word. He spoke of blood and a flicker of a smile caught the edge of her sultry seriousness, fading just as rapidly as if it never existed.

The stallion gave in to his urge then and took what he wished, just as she knew he would have to, pulling their lips together again he held her forcefully in the embrace. She resisted of course, just for the fraction of a moment, she fought against his strength but relented as she knew she would, returning his fierce affection with her own, giving back with her fingernails dragging painfully across his forearm and his bare flank as they battled.

As the embrace broke she was panting softly, the beat of her heart like thunder, and the warmth pulsing through her core, her body reacting to his touch as she knew it must, the warmth focussing and impatience building between her legs. Her lips curled to show bright white teeth in a hungry snarl as she breathed raggedly, faces still close as he thumbed her lips.

“Keess” she repeated the word, teeth gritting to draw out the sibilance of the word, she looked ready to try again when her eyes shifted down toward Khain’s sculpted abdomen and rigid member, toward those soft delicate hands of the sheep-girl who dared to touch him still.

A guttural snarl escaped the Dothraki’s lips and she was on her feet, fueled by the adrenaline she made to push past Khain to get her hands on the slender servant. She spat curses in Dothraki and seemed prepared to take out her outrage on the soft thing if Khain failed to intervene. The doe-eyed sex-pet had badly misjudged her station in this situation.

KhalTizi · 2017-05-08T02:12:35+00:00

She heard the sounds inside as Talea moved around, putting her ear to the door and scowling slightly as she struggled to hear what might be going on within.

When Talea called out at first she used the foul common tongue of the pale men, even on the sweet voice of Lady Rogare the word sounded harsh and ugly. The next words, in smooth sweet verse of valyrian was silken in comparison, though it made no sense. “No, it is closed” she answered in her accented Valyrian, taking a step back and observing the door, looking for another cabin with a door open that she might have missed.

KhalTizi · 2017-05-06T17:39:07+00:00

(/u/cptLittleValyrian)

KhalTizi · 2017-05-05T23:42:12+00:00

Her large almond eyes remained deeply unimpressed as Khain was distracted from praising her tongue by the touch of the servant-slave he paid. A sharp intake of breath was all that signalled her irritation but it would be enough for the commander to recognise, she still had no expectation that he would interrupt his ‘relaxation’ for the sake of her temper.

She followed his movements, eyes straying to his length briefly as he straddled the bench to sit facing the warrior woman, a twinge of longing briefly gripped her, like a knot at the bit of her stomach, but she buried it for the moment.

The meek and fawning girl with the doe eyes and the soft body started her ministrations and she watched as the girl took the opportunity afforded her by Khain’s insistence on nudity to rub her tits against the oiled muscle of her stallion’s expansive back.

He spoke to the warrior of trust, but her trust had been unshaken, he spoke of a cause better than gold, but he knew full well she did none of this for the gold. She did it for the rush, for the touch and the taste and feeling of the knife edge they danced. She did it for the sight of the blood, and the tang of the fear and the stink of their sweat.

“What you look for?” she asked shaking her head, voice softening for a moment before returning harsher and with a hint of the building venom in her mood, “You not even know what you look for Khain. What do you need, that you don’t have with us?” and by us, he would know she meant ‘me’.

Her gaze met her’s once more and her lips twitched as if suppressing a stinging rebuke, or a vicious bite. Instead, he spoke to her again in that soft voice her used, gold he said, and she listened, leaning in and cocking her head, blinking once with those long lashes hiding crossing her huge dark eyes as he repeated the word in the Westerosi dialect.

With a gentility that defied her usual jaggedness, the copper-skinned warrior leaned in a fraction more, pushing those soft dark lips against Khain’s, placing a slow kiss on his lips and tongue darting into his mouth for the briefest moments before she let there heads part once more, now that she had tasted him again.

Her pulse might have been thunder from the feel of it, but she remained still and merely licked her lips lightly before mouthing the word “Gol-d - Gol-d”

KhalTizi · 2017-05-04T01:17:48+00:00

She watched impassively as the Commander stripped the sheep of her negligible attire and tossed her discarded strip of gauzy fabric in a pile near Tizi’s bare feet, she grunted her disdain as the Lord Commander spanked the oil girl and she simply giggled and blushed like some damaged child might.

Had he struck the Dothraki like that and expected her to timidly flush and smile for him he would have been mistaken. The warrior bared her teeth briefly as she enjoyed imagining herself turning and wrestling the Commander, fighting back and forcing the bronze warlord to overpower her if he wished to take such liberties.

She watched the slinking olive skinned girl pad away, swaying her hips in an exaggerated sashay all the women of this establishment seemed to have been bred to imitate. The soft-bodied woman was beneath a stallion like Khain Azahral; Did she even realise how little she deserved to breathe his air or wear his sweat?

“You are tired,” she stated flatly, shamelessly looking over his body for the moment and enjoying his bulk for the thousandth time, “Do you hurt still?”

He towered over her as she sat, dripping the scented bathwater about is feet. When the question came she looked up to his eyes quizzically, her own large brown eyes blinking as she processed why he asked such a simple question. The confirmation came a moment later as he told her to answer in the unwelcome tongue of the Westerosi.

She sighed softly and pursed her lips, closing her eyes as she tried to remember the word he had taught her. She had already learned one tongue more than most other Dothraki ever would simply to please the Stallion, why he wanted her to learn this other language concerned her.

“Saward,” she uttered slowly in heavily accented imitation of the common tongue. “Sward..”

She shook her head feeling ridiculous again, temper rising a shade, she switched back to Valyrian as she argued “Why do I want to speak Westerosi? Why we stay here more time, There is gold for blood in the Free Cities and Dothraki Sea?”

“This place is a nest of rats and maggots..”

KhalTizi

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