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HA! I just found out that I haven't added this fic to my AFF account! (Why yes, I'm very clever! :B )
not the best fic, perhaps, but atleast I'm staying active on aff :3
and WTF ZOMG this fic is like from 2005!!! O.o;;
Ideas for the title are very much welcome!
Feedback: is very much appriciated! :)
Pairings: Warren/Remy (also Logan/Remy, but I'm not sure yet if it's just going to be hinted at)
Archive: Off course, just let me know where! :)
Summary: A young mutant robber is captured and brought to the city of Westchester for justice, but Prince Warren wants the thief as his pet…
Note: Inspired by Ai no Kusabi
Beta: Esprit.
The rising sun coloured the heavens in bright colours of crimson and lavender as the birds sang their morning hymns. An eagle soared through the sky, keeping a keen eye on the ground for prey. It noticed a small mouse creeping out of its den to find something edible, and attacked swiftly, giving the mouse no chance to react to the threat. The eagle settled down on a tree branch to feast, when it heard a peculiar sound from afar, getting closer each passing second. It recognised the sound as large mammals on the move with something following behind them on the unnatural path in the forest. Sensing no danger, it returned to feed on the mouse.
The four large black horses moved in a graceful trot as their driver, a short blond man named Thomas Guthrie, sat ontop of the carriage. Guthrie crumpled to be as small as he could possibly be to keep his warmth while driving the powerful beasts, his eyes scanned the area without a pause, seemingly afraid to close them even for a moment.
He had all rights to be nervous. There had been reports of robberies in the forest. And not just any local band of robbers, but the mutant kind. People that had been born with special powers. Powers that could be terrifying and dangerous that they had become unwanted in any modern society, and the creatures had been executed or shunned and avoided like last week's rotten fish. A man that killed a mutant would be considered a hero.
Thomas Guthrie didn't like mutants. He had never met one in his life, and he had planned to keep it that way. But the morning sun didn't light up the way as it would have during mid-day, and he couldn't help but imagining seeing movements in the shadows. He shook his head, reminded himself that they were escorted by a few men of the Corintian army. Not even mutants would attack members of an army that were worldly famous for their bravery and talents.
He would have preferred to let his stallions gallop, as it would be harder for even mutants to keep up with their speed, but as the road were uneven in places, with large holes and big rocks lying around, he found it best to keep to a trot to keep the beasts from injury. The horses snorted from time to time but kept their graceful movements. Years and years of controlled breeding had without a doubt paid off in the birth of these fine specimen. They had small, fine heads attached to a strong yet slender necks, their black manes and tails were long and soft as silk to the touch, with slight curls in them. Their backs were strong, and their legs were long and lean. The hoof feathers were astounding, they covered the hooves completely as would the hoof feathers of the heavy draft horses of the farmers and knights, but the rest of the horses looked slender yet muscular like those heritaged of the eastern countries. The perfect mixture between power and elegance. Expensive horses, owned only by royals and the wealthiest of nobles. The four steeds he currently had control over belonged to the man he had been driving for the past hour, Lord Sebastian Shaw.
The Lord was on his way to visit the capital city of Westchester, where he would give king Charles Francis Xavier XII two of his finest white stallions as a tribute for the king's recent victory over the small country of Drial, where the king had established mines to dig for gold, emeralds and other precious things. The horses in question were in the hands of the men of the army that followed right behind them.
Guthrie couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. King Charles were one of the most powerful Kings that had ever existed in all of the known world, and had an almost ridiculous wealth to flaunder with. Lord Shaw was a specialist on horse breeding and had the finest and most sought after horses in the country. Imagine what just a little tiny bit of their gold could do to improve his own family's situation. He had eight children with his beloved wife Lucinda, whom had recently fallen ill with a fever, and he could barely support them with the food and care they needed. His oldest son Samuel worked in their local basalt quarry, but were still too young to be forced to work full hours. Ofcourse, none of this mattered at all to great men like Lord Shaw, whom paid Guthrie minimum wage to drive him around whenever he wanted out from his large estates. The one and only time the poor driver had asked for a raise, he had been told that he could easily be replaced with somebody else for less pennies.
He were forced out of his self-pitying thoughts as an explosion were heard and the ground shook from the force. The horses reared up and neighed. Six guards of the Corintian army spurred their horses on in full galopp to protect the Lord from the robbers, whom made their way from the forest onto the path with knives and swords in their hands.
They were just the decoy, though. Once the riders had come close enough, mutants hiding in the surrounding trees used their powers at them. One mutant used fire, another used telekinesis and a third used electricity shock waves. They all made sure that the horses didn't get hurt, as they were part of their loot. The decoy robbers turned out to be able to use their powers to the fullest in close combat. They made their way to the carriage, and one of them jumped up to the driver's seat and put a knife against Guthrie's throat.
"Please don't kill me!" the poor man screeched as the mutant searched through the pockets of his cloak for any valuables with his free hand. "I don't have anything… Please… I have a wife and children, ple--"
Guthrie fell down from the carriage as the blood spurted out from his slit throat. The mutant took the reins and made to urge the horses to get going, when a man brutally decapitated him.
The escorters were well-trained, more so than the mutants had first expected, and while some men lost their lives and it seemed that the mutants would win, things quickly turned around. The remaining ten riders had taken down the long-distance mutants with rifles and gunpowder and were now aiding their comrades in close combat.
Lord Shaw watched everything behind the curtains of the windows, his face grim and proper like always. He had expected a mutant raid, though he didn't think they would take so many lives. But as long as he and all of his horses made it safely to Westchester, he didn't care. He didn't like to be held up like this.
When he saw that his guards had taken control over the few mutants that remained, he opened the carriage door and looked out with authority over the men and freaks. Corpses littered the ground and blood were splattered all over, even on his expensive carriage.
"Cease the fighting", he demanded in his cold voice.
The strong army took tight grips on the defeated mutants, prepared to kill them instantly if they so much as moved their eyes. As there were less mutants than men, a few guards stood by the Lord, ready to protect him if the mutants tried anything.
"Collar them. I want them brought to justice to recieve their proper punishment."
He barely held back a grin at the thought of the most severe punishment of all, the one the mutants were destined to face no matter what their crime - the Iron Bull. * Four of the mutants had been collared - and thus neutrilized of their powers - but as the guards moved to the fifth mutant, a blue one that looked like a demon, he disappeared with a bamf out of their hands, only to resurface on the back of one of the guards' horses. He quickly snatched the reins of another horse and set off in full speed into the forest. The military men screamed in fury and tried to shoot him but missed, hitting the trees instead. The mutant had escaped. Lord Shaw turned their attention to their captives.
"Tie them to my carriage and tell Guthrie to get going."
"Errm, my Lord? The driver has been murdered, sir."
"I am quite certain that one of you can take his place. Now hurry up, I don't want to be late. We still have a long road ahead of us."
He closed the door and settled down in his comfortable seat covered in fine exotic linen next to a pale beautiful woman. He caressed her cheek to show his fondness of her, but his face remained the same as always, devoid of any emotion.
Four guards tied ropes around the mutants wrists and tied them to the back of the carriage, while the other guards lifted their fallen comrades and the driver onto the remaining army horses. They didn't dare to put any bodies on the horses that were to be given to the king. The proud stallions stood where they had been secured when the fight had begun, seemingly not the slightest worried. The perfect psyche of a horse that would carry its rider into the battlefield without slightest fear. Lord Shaw had indeed done a great work.
A guard jumped up to the driver's seat and made the horses move forward. Some mutant corpses got their legs or arms run over by the heavy carriage as they set off in trot, forcing the captured mutants to run in order to not get dragged behind, hoping that the horses wouldn't go faster.
TBC...
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* The Iron Bull is a torture appliance, I find it incredibly fascinating. It will be mentioned later on, then i'll write more details about it.
Pets: Humans of lower class. Of different reasons they are bought from their families at a very early age, and get trained to be proper pets for upper class. Only the most beautiful ones goes to the Royal family. The work a pet has to do varies as it is up to the Master; but their main principle is to pleasure their Masters, whenever, wherever, however the Master please. They may only dress in what their Masters desire; they are usually naked but if they wear clothings, it has to be black and red, which are the colours symbolising human pets and pleasure. One the Royal family and the wealthiest of Nobles can add gold and precious stones to their pet's clothing as well.
All pets are regurlaly shaved of their pubic- and body hair by local Healers. Male pets are usually castrated, with only a few exceptions. Women are not allowed to have intimate contact with a male pet that hasn't been gelded, and a female pet that gets pregnant brings shame to her Master.
Masters have to take care of their pets, as they would for animals under their care, provide them with food etc. Pets in the Royal and Noble households live in extreme luxery. Pets have learned at a very young age to not have a will of their own; their Master's word is law. Rebelling pets are punished severely.
MUTANT HISTORY: Mutants started to show up 150 years ago. The supernatural abilities started to show when the children were around the age of 7, and as soon as others noticed the child's special ability, the family was given two choices; to sell the child to the King's Army for a small amount of gold, or have the child taken away by force. The Great Kings saw the mutants as powerful weapons to be used against their enemies. But as the mutants got trained to properly use their powers, some of them started to rebel. Afraid that the mutants would bring down the Kingdoms, they were executed or banished to No Man's Land, with the promise of a painful death of their families upon returning. Mutants born after the banishment were taken into custidy; if they had powers that could be of good use for mankind they were raised to become good servants of the City , but if their powers could be a threat to the nation they were killed instantly. Recently, the banished mutants have started to attack travelling humans, stealing their horses and belongings, which made the Kings of the ten largest countries unite to create a solution. The strongest wizards from each of the countries were ordered to come together and create something that could neutrilize the mutant power. The wizards invented a thin yet unbreakable collar, that was easy to snap around the mutant's neck, and is impossible to come off unless opened by a special key. Each Great King have one key in their posession.
not the best fic, perhaps, but atleast I'm staying active on aff :3
and WTF ZOMG this fic is like from 2005!!! O.o;;
Ideas for the title are very much welcome!
Feedback: is very much appriciated! :)
Pairings: Warren/Remy (also Logan/Remy, but I'm not sure yet if it's just going to be hinted at)
Archive: Off course, just let me know where! :)
Summary: A young mutant robber is captured and brought to the city of Westchester for justice, but Prince Warren wants the thief as his pet…
Note: Inspired by Ai no Kusabi
Beta: Esprit.
The rising sun coloured the heavens in bright colours of crimson and lavender as the birds sang their morning hymns. An eagle soared through the sky, keeping a keen eye on the ground for prey. It noticed a small mouse creeping out of its den to find something edible, and attacked swiftly, giving the mouse no chance to react to the threat. The eagle settled down on a tree branch to feast, when it heard a peculiar sound from afar, getting closer each passing second. It recognised the sound as large mammals on the move with something following behind them on the unnatural path in the forest. Sensing no danger, it returned to feed on the mouse.
The four large black horses moved in a graceful trot as their driver, a short blond man named Thomas Guthrie, sat ontop of the carriage. Guthrie crumpled to be as small as he could possibly be to keep his warmth while driving the powerful beasts, his eyes scanned the area without a pause, seemingly afraid to close them even for a moment.
He had all rights to be nervous. There had been reports of robberies in the forest. And not just any local band of robbers, but the mutant kind. People that had been born with special powers. Powers that could be terrifying and dangerous that they had become unwanted in any modern society, and the creatures had been executed or shunned and avoided like last week's rotten fish. A man that killed a mutant would be considered a hero.
Thomas Guthrie didn't like mutants. He had never met one in his life, and he had planned to keep it that way. But the morning sun didn't light up the way as it would have during mid-day, and he couldn't help but imagining seeing movements in the shadows. He shook his head, reminded himself that they were escorted by a few men of the Corintian army. Not even mutants would attack members of an army that were worldly famous for their bravery and talents.
He would have preferred to let his stallions gallop, as it would be harder for even mutants to keep up with their speed, but as the road were uneven in places, with large holes and big rocks lying around, he found it best to keep to a trot to keep the beasts from injury. The horses snorted from time to time but kept their graceful movements. Years and years of controlled breeding had without a doubt paid off in the birth of these fine specimen. They had small, fine heads attached to a strong yet slender necks, their black manes and tails were long and soft as silk to the touch, with slight curls in them. Their backs were strong, and their legs were long and lean. The hoof feathers were astounding, they covered the hooves completely as would the hoof feathers of the heavy draft horses of the farmers and knights, but the rest of the horses looked slender yet muscular like those heritaged of the eastern countries. The perfect mixture between power and elegance. Expensive horses, owned only by royals and the wealthiest of nobles. The four steeds he currently had control over belonged to the man he had been driving for the past hour, Lord Sebastian Shaw.
The Lord was on his way to visit the capital city of Westchester, where he would give king Charles Francis Xavier XII two of his finest white stallions as a tribute for the king's recent victory over the small country of Drial, where the king had established mines to dig for gold, emeralds and other precious things. The horses in question were in the hands of the men of the army that followed right behind them.
Guthrie couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. King Charles were one of the most powerful Kings that had ever existed in all of the known world, and had an almost ridiculous wealth to flaunder with. Lord Shaw was a specialist on horse breeding and had the finest and most sought after horses in the country. Imagine what just a little tiny bit of their gold could do to improve his own family's situation. He had eight children with his beloved wife Lucinda, whom had recently fallen ill with a fever, and he could barely support them with the food and care they needed. His oldest son Samuel worked in their local basalt quarry, but were still too young to be forced to work full hours. Ofcourse, none of this mattered at all to great men like Lord Shaw, whom paid Guthrie minimum wage to drive him around whenever he wanted out from his large estates. The one and only time the poor driver had asked for a raise, he had been told that he could easily be replaced with somebody else for less pennies.
He were forced out of his self-pitying thoughts as an explosion were heard and the ground shook from the force. The horses reared up and neighed. Six guards of the Corintian army spurred their horses on in full galopp to protect the Lord from the robbers, whom made their way from the forest onto the path with knives and swords in their hands.
They were just the decoy, though. Once the riders had come close enough, mutants hiding in the surrounding trees used their powers at them. One mutant used fire, another used telekinesis and a third used electricity shock waves. They all made sure that the horses didn't get hurt, as they were part of their loot. The decoy robbers turned out to be able to use their powers to the fullest in close combat. They made their way to the carriage, and one of them jumped up to the driver's seat and put a knife against Guthrie's throat.
"Please don't kill me!" the poor man screeched as the mutant searched through the pockets of his cloak for any valuables with his free hand. "I don't have anything… Please… I have a wife and children, ple--"
Guthrie fell down from the carriage as the blood spurted out from his slit throat. The mutant took the reins and made to urge the horses to get going, when a man brutally decapitated him.
The escorters were well-trained, more so than the mutants had first expected, and while some men lost their lives and it seemed that the mutants would win, things quickly turned around. The remaining ten riders had taken down the long-distance mutants with rifles and gunpowder and were now aiding their comrades in close combat.
Lord Shaw watched everything behind the curtains of the windows, his face grim and proper like always. He had expected a mutant raid, though he didn't think they would take so many lives. But as long as he and all of his horses made it safely to Westchester, he didn't care. He didn't like to be held up like this.
When he saw that his guards had taken control over the few mutants that remained, he opened the carriage door and looked out with authority over the men and freaks. Corpses littered the ground and blood were splattered all over, even on his expensive carriage.
"Cease the fighting", he demanded in his cold voice.
The strong army took tight grips on the defeated mutants, prepared to kill them instantly if they so much as moved their eyes. As there were less mutants than men, a few guards stood by the Lord, ready to protect him if the mutants tried anything.
"Collar them. I want them brought to justice to recieve their proper punishment."
He barely held back a grin at the thought of the most severe punishment of all, the one the mutants were destined to face no matter what their crime - the Iron Bull. * Four of the mutants had been collared - and thus neutrilized of their powers - but as the guards moved to the fifth mutant, a blue one that looked like a demon, he disappeared with a bamf out of their hands, only to resurface on the back of one of the guards' horses. He quickly snatched the reins of another horse and set off in full speed into the forest. The military men screamed in fury and tried to shoot him but missed, hitting the trees instead. The mutant had escaped. Lord Shaw turned their attention to their captives.
"Tie them to my carriage and tell Guthrie to get going."
"Errm, my Lord? The driver has been murdered, sir."
"I am quite certain that one of you can take his place. Now hurry up, I don't want to be late. We still have a long road ahead of us."
He closed the door and settled down in his comfortable seat covered in fine exotic linen next to a pale beautiful woman. He caressed her cheek to show his fondness of her, but his face remained the same as always, devoid of any emotion.
Four guards tied ropes around the mutants wrists and tied them to the back of the carriage, while the other guards lifted their fallen comrades and the driver onto the remaining army horses. They didn't dare to put any bodies on the horses that were to be given to the king. The proud stallions stood where they had been secured when the fight had begun, seemingly not the slightest worried. The perfect psyche of a horse that would carry its rider into the battlefield without slightest fear. Lord Shaw had indeed done a great work.
A guard jumped up to the driver's seat and made the horses move forward. Some mutant corpses got their legs or arms run over by the heavy carriage as they set off in trot, forcing the captured mutants to run in order to not get dragged behind, hoping that the horses wouldn't go faster.
TBC...
______________________________
* The Iron Bull is a torture appliance, I find it incredibly fascinating. It will be mentioned later on, then i'll write more details about it.
Pets: Humans of lower class. Of different reasons they are bought from their families at a very early age, and get trained to be proper pets for upper class. Only the most beautiful ones goes to the Royal family. The work a pet has to do varies as it is up to the Master; but their main principle is to pleasure their Masters, whenever, wherever, however the Master please. They may only dress in what their Masters desire; they are usually naked but if they wear clothings, it has to be black and red, which are the colours symbolising human pets and pleasure. One the Royal family and the wealthiest of Nobles can add gold and precious stones to their pet's clothing as well.
All pets are regurlaly shaved of their pubic- and body hair by local Healers. Male pets are usually castrated, with only a few exceptions. Women are not allowed to have intimate contact with a male pet that hasn't been gelded, and a female pet that gets pregnant brings shame to her Master.
Masters have to take care of their pets, as they would for animals under their care, provide them with food etc. Pets in the Royal and Noble households live in extreme luxery. Pets have learned at a very young age to not have a will of their own; their Master's word is law. Rebelling pets are punished severely.
MUTANT HISTORY: Mutants started to show up 150 years ago. The supernatural abilities started to show when the children were around the age of 7, and as soon as others noticed the child's special ability, the family was given two choices; to sell the child to the King's Army for a small amount of gold, or have the child taken away by force. The Great Kings saw the mutants as powerful weapons to be used against their enemies. But as the mutants got trained to properly use their powers, some of them started to rebel. Afraid that the mutants would bring down the Kingdoms, they were executed or banished to No Man's Land, with the promise of a painful death of their families upon returning. Mutants born after the banishment were taken into custidy; if they had powers that could be of good use for mankind they were raised to become good servants of the City , but if their powers could be a threat to the nation they were killed instantly. Recently, the banished mutants have started to attack travelling humans, stealing their horses and belongings, which made the Kings of the ten largest countries unite to create a solution. The strongest wizards from each of the countries were ordered to come together and create something that could neutrilize the mutant power. The wizards invented a thin yet unbreakable collar, that was easy to snap around the mutant's neck, and is impossible to come off unless opened by a special key. Each Great King have one key in their posession.