Every Night (R // male needed)

[Aaloka Ahilya]

Hush...listen to the wind..
Stay still..don't move..
Bask..the moon's light fill you..

Every night she waits for them to come to her. Every night the same noises are heard. Every night only the moon watches.

Every morning she sees them off. Every morning she sings. Every morning the sun doesn't shine so brightly.

The man moved out across the land, slowly making his way back towards his village miles away in the East. With his back to the West, he could not turn around, for if he did, he would be turned to stone. He was happier than when he set out on his journey, very much relieved. His secret would be well hidden and kept hushed for ever. All he needed was the Gypsy Woman.

She watched him go. Leaning against the door frame of her fragile hut, hand on a slender hip, her jade eyes stayed focused on the retreating man moving slowly towards his home. She tempted him to turn around, silently begged him to do so. If he did, he would become a man no more, but a statue of stone for her keeping. "Turn around.." she hissed wordlessly, but the man didn't. On the outside, she was cool and collected appearing to not have a care in the world. On the inside, she was crimson with rage and blue with deep sorrow.
Spinning on her heel, the Gypsy Woman ducked back into her hut and readied herself. All day she would ready her body for the night to come when she would welcome another guest into her hut and body. All day she would beautify herself, all day she would allow the secret transformation from tainted to virgin to happen, all day she would wait.
Finally, the moon started to sink and the sky started to change to Twilight. The milky colors of pinks, blues, and purples began to blend and mix into a colorful picture. The clouds moved in and out of the moon's light and allowed the starts to faintly glow. The Gypsy Woman emerged from her hut and walked down the path to the Circle. Once in the Circle, she clasped her hands over her head and began a silent prayer. The prayer aroused the breeze and brought the Circle to life as she began to dance. Her naked body swayed with the soft music in the air, her slender figure gliding over the grass. The breeze tossed her caramel hair all around her. She held onto a sheer forest green piece of cloth that flowed around her and kissed her tan skin as she moved. Tonight, like any other night, she danced for the man who would come to make love to her. Tonight, the Gypsy Woman lusted..



(I need a male to come and make love to her, but she falls in love with him later on.)

[Saviour]

The aching, throbbing, burning pain that wracked his side and up his spine crippled him. A grunt escaped his lips, and he stumbled over a rock that should not have brought the man of his capabilities to the ground. He winced, and clutched the crimson stained shirt that covered his sun-kissed skin. Conner's shirt was moist, as was his skin. It wasn't hot by any means, the mountains were a temperate place with few days warm enough to bring a true sweat to your skin. However, he was close to collapsing from his injuries. Conner's free hand lifted him up slightly, and he gritted his teeth as he pulled himself into the shade. His body shook, and his breath was labored. Slowly, the memories peered through their dark chambers at him, and slipped him into a sleep thick with pain and confusion...

He was walking, no, he was running. Running, but not just running, he was fleeing. The image blurred and his stomach lurched forward, but the fear that knotted it tightly held back anything that could disturb the flashback. Conner saw himself in the third person as he stumbled quickly down the mountain side, his head flicking back every so often to check on an enemy unknown to him. Anticipation and anxiety made the sleeping Conner tremble. In the dream, he saw himself trip over a large tree root, and topple over. He lands on a sharp bit of rock, scraping up his arms and knees. However he stands quickly, and scrambles off. Eventually, he slows. His breath rasped painfully from his lungs of fire. A snarl ripples the air, and is followed by the crackle of a twig snapping. Conner whirls around in the dream, and jumps back. His breath catches in his throat and the memory turns to reveal a large grey wolf, fangs and all. When he turns, there are more. A step forward and it shows both Conner and the wolves bloodied, but the blood didn't come from the canines. The largest of the group, the alpha most likely, steps forward. A moan escapes the ripped up man, and his mind rushes ahead of itself. It felt as though he was going to pass out. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement and snaps his head up to see the wolf lunge at him.

Conner awoke with a start, and he whipped his head about, imaginary wolves snarling at his back. When he settled himself, his breath slowed but was still a wheeze. Thinking it was his only option, the man stood. He braced himself against the tree, but barely managed to keep from falling back from the dizziness and nausea that fluttered his heart and stomach. The man found himself in a basin of sorts, and had his light hazel eyes locked to a small cabin-like house. It was his last chance, his last hope of survival. Another wince, and Conner felt a fresh wave of blood ooze from the worst of his wounds, the one on his abdomen.

[Aaloka Ahilya]

The Gypsy Woman felt a sudden change in the cool, crisp night air. The Circle glowed more brilliantly and the breeze around her piked up, whipping her shawl taut behind her. She held onto it and gracefully spun towards the direction it was blowing, tossing her head to the side so her caramel hair would free itself from her eyes. The Gypsy had ceased dancing and stood motionless, facing the East with her face up-turned towards the darkening sky. Whispers on the wind told her someone was out there, someone was evading her home, someone was lurking along the edges of her sanctuary.

The Gypsy leaned forward and bowed. She swept her arm across her chest and displayed the other out in front of her and crossed her feet. She closed her eyes and began to hum. The tone was sad and mystifying. Deep inside of her, she called her Spirit element to her aid and mentally asked for it to show her who lingered about her home. It did as she commanded, filling her with warmth and a vision. In her head she saw a handsome wounded man leaning against a tree not far from her hut. Her body trembled and feelings of desire rose within her. She dropped a hand and touched herself as the image dissipated.

Snapping out of her trance, she collected herself and glided towards her hut. She slipped inside and moved to the door way where she could just see the figure of the man moving slowly towards her. A dark and devilish grin spread across her full lips as she took a step forward and put on the act she had mastered for years..

[Saviour]

Conner's steps came uneven and hard, slapping the ground beneath him. He shook his head, and let his eyes drop as he saw the woman leave the house. Look at him... Pathetic. He coughed, and the racking movement sent him into a trance of his own pain. He suddenly felt extremely light-headed, and had to brace himself against yet another beautiful tree. The darkness faded, and he turned his features up to look at the woman. She was gorgeous. The most beautiful, sexy, and mysterious woman he had ever laid his eyes on. This moment, with this woman, and she would see him at his weakest. A sigh escaped his chapped lips, and he pulled himself away from the bark his was braced against.

Stumbling, Conner managed to make it close to the woman, but he made no move towards her. He didn't know what he was getting himself into. After all, he had never experienced a woman of such perfection, let alone talked to one. He felt both shame in the thought, and irritation that that even made him hesitate. "Please, I need your help" He managed. He had a deep, raspy voice. It was rough, but sexy and strong. His unique eyes gazed into hers, and he felt an oppressing weight on his heart. It felt like he was having a heart attack, or that something heavy was against his chest.

[Aaloka Ahilya]

The woman wavered closer until she came a stand still and waited. She watched him intently, reading his body language and trying to get into his mind. Too much pain was blocking her entry, that would have to be fixed. She watched his muscular body tense and tighten up each time he moved, she observed his green pain-filled eyes, and noted his bloody mid-section. A sad smile crept over her lips as she took a step forward with open arms, her thin shawl billowing around her in the steady breeze. Come to me... she said wordlessly.

[Saviour]

Though his mind was fogged and his memories broken, he managed to feel a lust for the woman. Her gorgeous frame and perfect complexion brought out a side of Conner he typically buried. The man's brows bowed but relaxed when he understood her gestures. Wincing, Conner pulled himself off the tree and took a rigid step towards her. It shouldn't be considered a step, more of a stagger or limp. He stopped, a weakness growing in the knotted muscles of his legs. He felt the weakness and it pained him to appear this way before the woman. She was mystic, sexy, definably irresistible. Another rasp of breath left his lungs, and his medium length hair lashed out against his strong, unshaven jaw. Conner's soft yet intoxicating green eyes locked with hers, and that bizarre feeling of both trepidation and burning hot desire gripped his heart and stopped his breath. "W-who are you?" He managed to say, his strong voice squelched by the trauma of his wounds.

[Aaloka Ahilya]

The woman watched him as he made his way even closer to her. From here, she could see how well maintained he was and how fit he kept himself. He was dirty from his travels and it was apparent he had stumbled across some misfortune along the way. She continued to hold her arms out stretched for him to come to her, welcoming him into her embrace. She couldn't help but let her eyes wander over his muscular body, drink in his built frame, and slowly drop lower to his barely covered lower half. She shuddered, faintly though, and waited.

The Gypsy Woman she said without moving her lips. Very few knew of her name, she always went by Gypsy. The man was close enough now that she could reach out and touch. She wanted him closer though..

[Saviour]

The mystery of her soundless words sent shivers over his back, even though the sun had brought about a thin layer of sweat. He doubted it was the only thing at fault for his increased temperature, however. Connor gritted his teeth, and let his eyes trail across the young woman's body. He feasted amongst her strong hips and shoulders, then the tightly drawn in waist. She was perfect, truly. Then again, no one was perfect. He searched for this creature's imperfections. Her eyes were small, as were his lips. However, he couldn't think of these as imperfections. They were only qualities of beauty, of her own unique appearance. The glance he let himself take had hardened him slightly, but he turned at the feeling and looked back to the woman's sweet eyes. She was welcoming, beckoning him to her. Connor imagined her gentle embrace, the satin feel of her skin and the smell of her. However, something in those eyes made him hesitate. Was it lust? Mischief... Or maybe even desire. No, there was something else. It was as if she had to take him close. As though she had been told to take him into her eyes and offer her solace. His mind told himself not to, but the lusty boy inside him stepped towards her. There was no going back now, or so he told himself. Connor lowered his eyes to drink on the sight of her bare stomach and sides. She was incredible, extraordinary. He looked back at her, she was just barely shorter than he was. He silently cursed his Irish heritage, the height of his ancients wasn't great.

[Aaloka Ahilya]

What are you called? she asked as she took one step closer and awaited his embrace. She knew he would come forward and let himself into her arms, she could see it in his body and his eyes. Though some parts of him wanted to resist, his inner boy urged forward. This made her mentally smile. She smiled knowing that he lusted for her as much as she lusted for him. Now that he was closer, she still had to look up at him. Looking up under her long eyelashes, she gave him a look of pity and reached out for his hurt torso. Knowing what her touch would do she placed a finger tenderly on his wound and watched him go down in a wave of unconsciousness.

[Saviour]

Connor gave way to the woman's enticing eyes and stepped, or rather limped, towards her. He halted before her, his eyes following her hand as she reached out to him. He visible tensed, regretting the moment she may touch his wound. Connor's eyebrows slid together and his jaw rolled with tension. However, when her fingertips met his wound, the sensation was completely alien to him. When he had expected unbearable pain, comfort pulled forth. Her touch brought a healing warmth but a soothing cool, and the touch sent electricity up his back. The touch of her made his legs turn to water. Blotches of black entered his eyes, and he looked up at her rapidly. He met her gaze just moments before the black overtook him and his eyelids fluttered close.

[Aaloka Ahilya]

The Gypsy watched him start to sway and begin to fall. She reached out and caught him, slowly lowering him to the ground to make sure he didn't hurt himself further. Kneeling over him, she wrinkled up her nose as she realized he never told her his name and he smelled like outdoors and sweat. She leaned farther over him, examining his features while her lie there out cold. She stroked his defined cheek bones, her finger tips running over the stubble growing there and then traced them over his soft lips. She stroked his long hair, admiring at how healthy he kept it. Standing up, the Gypsy looked towards her house and raised her arm, aiming her fingers for the front door.

The gypsy fretted about the small cot in the center of the room. Upon it lay the wounded man who slept, breathing deeply and softly. He wore nothing, for the lady had stripped him of his clothing and covered him in a thin white sheet. She had addressed him wounds, cleaning them and sewing them up so they could heel properly. She had washed his hair and bathed his body so that he was clean and fresh feeling. Happy with her work, she peeked under his sheet one last time, softly groaned and sat down in a rocking chair near his cot, her sheer green cloth just obscuring her more private parts.

[Saviour]

The darkness had come fast and hard, like the crashing of a wave or running into a wall. The latter may have been a better example, for the pain was just as bad. He was barely aware of his surroundings, and that worried him. His pulse upped its pace a bit, and the throbbing in his temples flushed ahead. Connor fought back another wave of unconsciousness and he pried his eyelids apart. The movement was a petty one, and he only managed to peer through a single squinted eye. There was a crashing of senses as he did so, and light sliced through his vision as a blur. He closed the eye, but the small release had caused his block to fall. A soft scent similar to a recent rain and an apple orchard clouded his nostrils. It wasn't unpleasant by any means, but his uneasy stomach flipped at it nevertheless. A wave of nausea sent chills across him. Abruptly, Connor's stomach contracted and he whipped his hand up to press its back to his lips. He swallowed hard, fighting back biting bile. After he was finished, he let his head settle on the new, upright position. Connor opened his eyes, and a faintly familiar woman sat watching him. His mind reeled, and finally caught on the memory. He remembered her embrace just before it went black.

A groan rumbled from his chest and he moved his hand up to rub at his forehead. There was a slight twinge of pain in his side, but it was more of a tugging stiffness than anything more. Cautiously, he moved his hazel green eyes to the spot. For a moment, Connor was worried his heart had jumped clear from his ribs and into his lap. In the spot of discomfort, he saw a long gash that was nasty shades of crimson and brown, with stitches holding the skin together. Along the sides, healthy flesh was an angry shade of red and pulled taught. Then, he felt it. At first it was a curious thing, like the chill of breath on the back of your neck. However, the apprehension seemed to fade as his eyes rolled over his entire torso, and he saw the man gashes and scrapes that he hadn't noticed before. He noticed the gnarled pain in his ribcage now, and he gritted his teeth hard. The nausea returned, but wasn't as harsh as it had been before. Fighting to appear gathered, the tousled and clearly disorientated man looked back to his gorgeous host. "W... Where am I?" He managed, though it brought about racking pain and sounded raspy.

[Aaloka Ahilya]

The woman sat in her chair watching the man as he slowly came to. It was obvious that he was in great pain. She had an elixir for that, but she wanted to wait to give it to him until he was fully awake and aware. She drew her knees up to her chest, pulling them tightly together and laying them to the side so if he turned, he wouldn't see much other than half of her bottom obscured by her fabric. She was cool and collected as she watched him fight nausea, her jade green eyes wide with curiosity as she waited for whatever he was heaving to come free. Instead, he swallowed it back down. To her, that was pure will. While she sat and waited, her mind drifted here and there, covering various questions she had meant to ask him. Now, instead of asking once he healed, she would rather discover them for herself. At one point she was tempted and had silently gone back over to his cot to remove the sheet he was covered in and have another peek.

The Gypsy placed her feet on the floor and leaned forward, half covering her bare chest as she placed a hand on her cheek. He was awake now! Her hair fell and framed her face as she leaned back again and waited for him to realize where he was. He groggy at first, obviously confused and dazed, but then he seemed to gain control of his mind and turned, laying his beautiful gaze on her. His eyes held pain from his healing wounds. This was enough for her to get up and wander to the other side of the room, her satin fabric falling away to cover her front and reveal her bare, rounded ass. She smirked to herself as she reached up on tip toe and grabbed a clear bottle filled with glittering silver liquid. Returning, she grabbed a small cup and poured the liquid into it knelt by his bed side. She held the cup to his lips and encouraged him to drink, her eyes telling him to do so. Your in my home, in my care now dear wanderer she said eerily, her voice coming off breathy and sexy, lip unmoving.

[Saviour]

Connor had been sure something was broken. Something must've been misplaced or cracked within his chest, he told himself. However, when he took another look, nothing seemed wrong. Well, aside from all the bruising and swelling, and the massive red gash. He released a hot breath, and looked back up as the woman stirred. She hadn't answered his question, but seemed to have understood. This disgruntled him. Connor wanted to know, he had to know. Being wounded like this could put Connor in a position he dared not think about. Once again, the man's hand filtered across his muscular side as he tried to grasp the concept of movement. No, he would not even attempt it. Not yet anyway. The light emerald of his eyes narrowed slightly, gliding as he followed her. She sauntered to a cabinet of sorts for a shimmering solution. Connor couldn't help the desire he suddenly felt for her. After all, her perfect body was almost completely bare.

But then she returned, a new cup filled with the liquid between her elegant fingers. A chill ran across Connor's skin. She held the drink out to him, obviously willing him to drink, but he couldn't keep his gaze from hers. It was an unsure look, like he couldn't decide if she had saved him or simply captured him to end him more deviously. With shaking hands, Connor reached out and took the glass from her. His calloused hands trailed against hers ever so slightly. The feeling tingled on his fingertips. Finally, the man broke his locked stare and turned forward. He carefully propped his elbows beneath him to steady himself before bringing the cool ridge to his lips. It was gross. The potion was thick and slimy, and seemed to grow in his mouth. Connor forcefully swallowed- several times- before he managed to keep it down. The after taste wasn't quite as bad, and he could taste the hint of something similar to honey. Making a face, he passed the cup back to her. She had told him where he was, but it didn't clarify. Yes, he knew he was in her home. He had seen the outside as he stumbled down from the hilltop. It was the second half of her phrase that spun him around in a knot. In my care now, dear wanderer... Her voice tickled around in his mind a few times before he realized he should answer her. Forming words in that web that was his mind, Connor's emerald eyes turned back to her. They now seemed almost gray in the fading daylight. He forced a smirk on his angular features. "Let's hope that's a good thing" He said. His words were soft but his voice was rough.

[Aaloka Ahilya]

The gypsy sat back as she watched him bring the drink to his lips. He was hesitant when he first took the glass, his gaze that locked her eyes told her so. When his fingers brushed her's she noticed a tingle crawl up her arm and stifled her excited smile. When he swallowed the liquid, she was sure he wouldn't keep it down. The elixir had an extremely bitter taste, but it was infused with honey extracts to help keep down the pain and trick the mind into thinking no pain existed. She took the glass from him and set another down on the table next to him. This time, it was only water.

His comment made her smirk as she soft voice responded, Trust me, it is..Her words hung in the air around them as she got up and started for her chair. She smoothed the cushion that she sat on earlier before sitting down again to admire him. He was naturally a tan man, but with him so wounded he looked pale. She noticed him looking at his ribs before her spoke to her and tossed out, Two were broken, but i healed them. They should be good as new in a week or so.

[Saviour]

Connor heard her ask for his trust, and he swallowed hard. The drink wasn't so bad now, but he reached for the second glass anyway. It was moist with condensation, forcing his grip tighter. Eagerly, he gulped at the crisp water. It disappeared rapidly, though, and he set it down. Refreshed, he turned his gaze back to watch as she silently sat back down in her seat. He frowned at her response, and took a centering breath. The air sliced through the turmoil in his stomach for the time being. "Thank you" Connor said slowly, as if the words tasted badly in his mouth. The room suddenly felt extremely hot, but he didn't slide the covers off of him. Instead, Connor leaned back and laid his head against the small cushion she had provided.

"I'm Connor, by the way," the words formed from his lips automatically as a way to break the silence.

[Aaloka Ahilya]

(i liked your other name better...Savior was still the best of all of them)

The Gypsy woman watched him intently a few moments before she gave him a soft welcome. She brought her knees up to her chest and laid her fabric over her legs to obscure certain parts of her female body. This time, more cleavage escaped the top part of the sheer cloth and she pretended not to notice. He offered his name to her, giving him a proper calling other than *wanderer* that she indulged in calling him. Conner fit him perfectly, sorta described his character a bit, not that she could put it in words or anything. She knew she had give him her calling now, the name everyone she ever loved called her. But how long had been since she loved someone? Since anyone had ever breathed her rightful calling? Taking a deep breath, she exhaled, Solaris... Wanting to keep the thought of her past off of her mind, she quickly stood up,Do you want more water?

[Saviour]

[[ Thanks I'm trying to find a name.. I was going to go back to Saviour, but I feel like it's a little old.. ]]

His hazel gaze lingered across the temptress's chest as she slipped seductively against the chair. When her voice, soft as a whisper but strong, brushed against his mind Connor turned to meet her eyes. It was a beautifully unique name and it seemed as though she had only said it a few times before. He was still mulling over the concept of her name when she spoke again.
"What? Oh, I'll be alright," Connor told her before shifting slightly. The movement wasn't as painful as it had been before. The idea that he could move gave Connor hope and he sat upright once again. He felt as though a hammer was continually pounding at his skull, but he didn't seem to notice. The man stretched as carefully as possible to relieve his cramped muscles before looking back at Solaris.
"Thank you, for helping me, I didn't think I'd make it out of there." Connor admitted, a half-hearted chuckle bounding from his throat.

[Aaloka Ahilya]

Solaris smiled a white smile and rubbed her hands together as she said, Your welcome. I couldn't let a handsome warrior such as yourself perish just like that..Her voice was inviting and how ever he interpreted her words was probably what she meant. She would let him decide that. Anything I can get you? she cooed, getting ready to stand up. While attempting to get to her feet, the silk fell from her breasts and exposed them to his face. She blushed and quickly bent to retrieve it, giving him a flustered smile and a wink.

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