#Triumph Tiger Cub

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 3

Do yall got a favorite cereal mascot? Mine’s the Honey Nut Cheerios bee

Steve watched as Eddie dazzled a field trip of elementary students by having a load of birds up and down both arms, perched on his gangly limbs like branches. This demon, who had shown him more human compassion than his own parents. This demon, who Steve would only be able to be around so long as his wish was unfulfilled...

They were around snakes next and Steve got to watch as Eddie entertained a different group of children by letting a large snake curl around his shoulders after a quick ‘don’t try this at home, kids’. Eddie kept the more adventurous occupied, while Steve got to have a small moment with a boy who was more apprehensive around snakes.

He felt a surge of triumph and warmth when he was able to get the boy confident enough to pet the snake that was coiled around his wrist. The boy lit up like a whole new world had been opened up for him. Steve was beginning to understand the feeling.

“So?”, Eddie asked as they walked the path between exhibits. “What about this?”

“I like animals. And kids. And being outdoors”, Steve said.

“So is it a winner?”

Steve thought about it. “Don’t people usually feel like a...a spark or something? Something that makes it feel like their calling?”

“Is that what you want? A calling?”

Steve nodded. “Something that makes me really feel like I belong.”

“Then we’ll find that place”, Eddie promised him.

“Before we go, can we see the tigers? They’re my favorite.”

As if Eddie was going to deny him anything now. They stood outside the tiger enclosure and Steve watched them move about, lighting up a little when he saw one of them had a cub tailing after it. Meanwhile, Eddie watched Steve. Beautiful, beautiful Steve.

After the zoo stint, Eddie took them through a door that took them back into the apartment.

“We’re here again?”, Steve questioned, back into the t-shirt and sweats he put on that morning. He looked to the door and tried opening it himself, but it was locked shut.

“We’ve had a big, full day. And little mortals need their sleep. And that door only works for me, by the way. Even if you did get it open, you’d be falling through an endless void until it chose where to spit you up.”

“What are we gonna do for the rest of the day, then?”

“Now we get to do what I want”, Eddie waggled his brows and his voice got deep and for a moment Steve felt a bit like prey.

He didn’t know whether he was relieved or disappointed when Eddie sat him down on the small couch and put a movie on.

“So tigers are your favorite animal, huh?”

“Yeah”, Steve replied as the movie started.

“Alright”, Eddie got comfortable next to Steve and grinned. The kind of grin that worried Steve. “Fuck, marry, kill - Tony the Tiger, Count Chocula, the Trix Rabbit.”

For a moment, Steve just sat there, dumbfounded by the question. While Eddie waited expectantly. When Steve finally found his voice, it was in spurts and bursts.

“Why would you-how would you even-fuck?! First of all, Tony is a mentor. He’s a coach, he’s not gonna fuck his players. And I wouldn’t kill him.”

“Okay, you’d marry Tony. Good to know.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“And the rabbit?”

“I wouldn’t marry a rabbit either. Or fuck one.”

“Kill the Trix Rabbit. He’s a cereal thief anyway. So that just leaves the Count...and one choice left...”, Eddie smirked.

Steve took a second to catch up and his jaw dropped. “No.”

“You landed on marry Tony, kill the Trix Rabbit. By process of elimination that means-”

“I wouldn’t fuck Count Chocula!”

“Why not?”

“First of all, he’s a cartoon-”

“Irrelevant to the conversation.”

“Second, he’s not even a real vampire. He’s a chocolate vampire.”

Eddie turned to sit on his side, facing Steve more while draping his arm across the back of the couch. “Are you gonna change any of your answers?”

Steve’s arms crossed as he seriously contemplated it. Eddie knew he was in deep trouble when he could just stare at him sitting there for hours.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, gorgeous?”

“Tony the Tiger would be a good husband. He’s great with kids”, Steve answered and tried not to think about how warm he got when Eddie called him that. “And the Trix Rabbit is notoriously bad with children.”

“Hey, Steve?”

“What?”

“You’re a vampire fucker.”

“Did you put a movie on just so we could ignore it?”

“I was just getting a feel”, Eddie said. “There’s two kinds of people who enjoy Robin Hood.”

“I don’t even wann know what kind of people you’re referring to”, Steve said with a shake of his head. Then a thought occurred to him. “You know, you’re kinda like a vampire.”

Eddie’s brain shot to the moon with what Steve could be implying and where this conversation could take them.

“....Go on.”

“You’re ancient and you need to drink blood.”

Eddie gasped. “Ancient? I don’t look a day over 20 and I have the stamina of a demon half my age.”

“And the blood?”

“Well you know that’s true.”

Steve’s gaze dropped from Eddie’s and went back to the screen as he began. “Speaking of...”

“Speaking of?”

“Don’t you need some now?” Steve looked back at him.

“’Need’ is a strong word.” But ‘want’? ‘Desire’? He was leaning heavily towards ‘lust’ at this point. Eddie’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Steve’s eyes followed the motion. It felt like they were teetering towards something.

Steve thrust his hand out towards Eddie. “Here. Considering that coffee you made, I think your body could use this.”

Eddie took the hand without thinking, let his thumb stroke Steve’s knuckles. There was a prominent vein sticking out on the back of his hand and Eddie wanted to follow it to Steve’s heart with his lips. But as it were, receiving a bite on the back of the hand was probably pretty painful.

Instead, he held Steve’s hand delicately. Eddie held eye contact with him as he bit down in the meat between his thumb and index finger. He was rewarded with seeing Steve’s eyes flutter as he broke the skin. What was even sweeter than the blood on his tongue was the blush growing on Steve’s cheeks.

Eddie only sipped for a couple of moments, knowing that if he indulged, he wouldn’t know when to stop. He licked at Steve’s hand to heal the pricked skin but couldn’t release him just yet.

“You wanna ask me something”, Eddie surmised, looking into his eyes.

“I wanna ask you...for something. But I don’t know if I can.”

“Is it the kind of thing you’ve asked for before?”

The corner of Steve’s lips pulled up. “Not verbally, no. I’ve always just like, put out a vibe or something.”

“Try me then”, Eddie smirked.

Steve looked down at their hands, still in each other’s grasp and slowly put his fingers between Eddie’s. His other hands moved to cup Eddie’s face, his fingers getting lost in that curtain of hair.

“Come here”, Steve nearly whispered as he pulled him in for a kiss.

Part 5

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[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Lighting a cigarette while fixing a Triumph Tiger Cub scrambler, 1962

#unknown

[apieters]

Leo’s Bros

My lion fighter, Leonidas “Leo” King, has two best friends—Trevor Khan and Wesley Packard.

Trevor Khan, a tiger, has been friends with Leo since they were cubs. They grew up in the same neighborhood and did everything together, hanging out at each other’s houses constantly. They especially loved wrestling and fighting, and even though they did different martial arts (Leo learned boxing from his dad and Trevor pursued first karate and then jiu jitsu), they loved pitting their disciplines against each other. The memory of those cub-hood tussles helped inspire Leo to pursue MMA as an adult.

Wesley Packard, the wolf, was the new kid in middle school, and Leo and Trevor decided one day at lunch to sit down next to him and be his friend. He’s hung out with them ever since. In high school, all three were on the wrestling team together and continued to be inseparable.

Trevor was the only one who was able to have a traditional college experience. Right around the end of high school, Wesley’s mom died and Leo’s sister got pregnant, and Leo started working more to make sure his family had enough money to raise his nephew Sammy. The three friends rallied together during those difficult times. Wesley inherited his family farm and often hired Leo to work in his apple orchard, giving him a commission on baskets of fruit picked. Both Leo and Wesley went to school part-time, so Trevor quickly outpaced them educationally. But the tiger continued to hang out with his friends and Leo and Wesley often turned to him for advice as they pursued their own educations, valuing his experience and learning from his triumphs and mistakes.

Now, as adults, Leo manages his dad’s boxing/MMA gym and is trying to break into MMA. Trevor works as a high school English teacher and moonlights as a jiu jitsu coach. Wesley still manages his family farm, keeping it afloat and modestly profitable thanks to his newly finished degree in agricultural science.

Leo and Trevor are married, Leo to Ariel Fitzroy-King and Trevor to a tigress named Helena Singh-Khan, but Wesley is single. In high school, he opened up to his friends that he was struggling to figure out what kind of people he was attracted too, and Leo and Trevor were there for him as he struggled to navigate his feelings. He’s still figuring things out, but is currently comfortable being single.

Together, the three friends continue to be there for each other and support each other through the daily up’s and downs of life, and still make time to beat each other up at Leo’s MMA gym.

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[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Lighting a cigarette while fixing a Triumph Tiger Cub scrambler, 1962

#Triumph Tiger Cub #triumph #motorbike #motorcycle #bike #biker babe #bikelife #ride #motocross #scrambler #moto

[collectect]

Here’s some of the photos i took whilst taking the bike apart. I love that you can see how each piece fits into each other and it builds up to become something big and complicated. 

#triumph tiger cub #photography #collections #primary reserach

[hellkustom]

More pics here:

http://www.hellkustom.com/2018/08/triumph-t20-by-heiwa.html

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[lindifferent]

My dream bike is a Triumph Tiger Cub even though it can only go like 60 mph. It's so cute and little and light weight. I want it in blue.

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[gibier3000]

“We both got arrested. We were pretty liquored up and got behind the wheel of a front wheel drive Torino. We wanted to see how easy it was to skid that thing, until we saw the flashing lights behind us. Since Steve was a race car driver, I was convinced he could outrun the cops. The officers didn’t see the humor in it. Eventually, Steve pulled over, walked towards the police car and they threw him over the hood. I could hear him pleading with the police. ‘Hey man, haven’t you ever seen The Blob? How about Never So Few?’”

Iron & Air published a really nice article about documentary filmmaker Bruce Brown, who passed away a couple of days ago. Read it here Riders will remind him for On Any Sunday, and surfers for The Endless Summer... I personnally have been marked by his voice when I first saw On Any Sunday has a teenager.

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[deluxietakada]

Look...Signal... Manoeuvre...

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[bikebound]

Catamount Cub: 1965 Triumph Tiger Cub from Seth Neefus of @redcloudscollective — a true barn find, built with inspiration from the Pre-65 Trials machines of the UK and ridden hard: “This is the most fun motorcycle that I have ever ridden! It is light and nimble, quick and responsive with lots of power…. I have learned how to be a better rider on a motorcycle that was made in 1965. These things are great for technical trials riding, some muddy trails in the woods, or around town to run some errands.” Awarded Best British Bike at @the1moto 2021. Full story today on BikeBound.com, and keep an eye out for a pair of Triumph Pre Units coming from @redcloudscollective at this year’s show, April 29 - May 1! Photos: @oldfriendmusic. ⚡️Link in Bio⚡️ https://instagr.am/p/CbsDT6WOisw/

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[wetsteve3]

1963 Triumph T20 Tiger Cub  

[fritzthefantasticfanta]

Shipwreck CH 3

Punishment is an art.

One that Bucky understood above else.

Punishment and torture were two of his greatest skills. The difference between the two lied in the understanding of the victim.

With torture there was none. The subject was completely surrendered to his mercy with no idea of what was coming next.The hits were random and the victim had no idea ho to make it stop. The anticipation alone was terrible.

Anticipation could be used when punishing but it was key to make the subject understand why they were being punished, as that way they would not repeat the offense.

That was why before he did anything, Bucky set the young omega down and explained that all actions have consequences and not being a good girl mean getting punished. The girl only gave an displeased omega growl in response. She was like a cute tiger cub, pretending to be full-grown.

Steve and he had talked about fist punishments and decided that they would not start with a spanking. Certainly not considering she was not comfortable at home. In a strange place, tired and afraid, a spanking would only be more stressful.

Right now the most important thing was to make Celesti feel safe and secure. That was exactly why Bucky wrapped her nice and tight in the omega vest. The item closely resembled a straightjacket but looked cuter with drawings of rabbits.

The vest in itself was not actually a punishment. It was a tool designed by Stark industries for calming an anxious omega. The soft pressure on the body felt like a warm alpha hug, the immobility relieving omega’s of the choice of doing something stupid.

Bucky had to admit that he had read a few books on omega behavior and punishment. He didn’t want his job to make him too harsh to her.

Through his research the assassin concluded that punishments were divided into 5 categories:

Pain, much like a spanking. Isolation, allowing the omega to calm down on their own time and start to long for contact after a while. Depravation, most comely used sleep depravation to make omegas clingy and emotional.  Sex, punishments like overstimulation, they were going to wait a while with those as not to traumatize their girl.  And lastly scares, to shock them out of an emotional outburst, like yelling.

Besides this there were obvious small other punishments like taking privileges away and of course rewards.

“There you go, sweetheart. All bundled up,” Bucky laid her down in the cot in the side of the plane and pulled the cover over. He had to admit the bed had coffin vibes but she wasn’t exactly in there for being a good girl.

The cusses she yelled at him were not exactly the words of a good girl ether but he hoped she would quiet down after a few minutes.

——

Celesti did not, in fact, quiet down. After about 23  minutes she was completely hoarse but still screaming. Steve looked pleadingly at his boyfriend but the brunet did not relent. If they gave in now, it would show weakness.

“Damn, she’s got a healthy pair of lungs on her,” Tony commented when visiting their cubicle to look at the life feed from inside the cot. “And still kicking like an angry foal, I see.”

Steve had to summon all his willpower not to go and console her. But he knew the same person who started the punishment had to end it.

The screaming lasted another 12 heartbreaking minutes as angry tears started to escape. After that a wave of quiet came over the plane and a smirk crossed Bucky’s features. They hadn’t won the war but the first triumph was a fact.  

Her face was red and her eyes teary when Bucky carried her out on his hip. Passing her to Steve was another strategic move: following the punishment she wouldn’t want to be around Bucky, let alone sit on his lap. She’d be glad to be passed to Steve and start to associate him with happiness and safety.

Loving Bucky was something that would follow after. He was fine initially being the boogie man. Especially if that meant seeing her so vulnerable. Though her relationship with Steve would have a strong positive foundation, he would have explored parts of her she didn’t even know existed.

“It’s okay now. Let’s relax and watch a movie, babydoll,” Steve forced her to lay her head against his chest, keeping her in place with a gentle hand to the side of her face. With the other hand the blond scrolled through netflix for an appropriate movie.

He considered putting fifty shades of gray on, just to see how she’d react to an omega who knows her place. But he decided not to overplay his cards and put some life action Peter Pan movie on.

While she was distracted he started emitting comforting alpha pheromones to put her at ease.

A soft sigh, followed by a little yawn, escaped her and Steve met his boyfriends eyes over the head of blond curls on his chest. The brunet smirked and settled back in his seat. Some peace at last.

——

Celesti was disturbed from her movie by a blond man opening the door of their cubicle. He had three smoothies in his hands, two in glasses and one in a sippy cup.

“Heard the little lady had some destructive tendencies so I took precautions,” she glared at him but got a wink back. “Not so chatty anymore, I see.”

“Don’t antagonize her, Clint. She’s having a hard enough time as it is.” Steve rumbled from under her.

She really really wanted to remain stubborn and not drink the juice or curse at him, but she was thirsty and hungry and her throat hurt. Resistance had to wait another day, first she had to recalibrate and lick her wounds.

When she docilely accepted the drink and took a few sips, Bucky stoot up and left the cubicle. The Blonde didn’t pay him any mind until he came back with her favorite blanket.

It was one of the only things she had of her life from before the bunker. Somehow it had always kept its comforting scent.

The omega tried to hide her desire to snatch the blanket from the soldiers grip and rub her face in it like she always did on long nights. What would he make her do to get the blanket back?

“Good girls get rewards, baby,” And just like that he handed the item to her. She snatched it from his grip and quickly burrowed in it. Would he take it away again if she was bad? Would they use it against her?

“It’s a comfort item, we’d never take that from you. We’re not monsters, we just want what’s best for you. With time you’ll see that too,” Bucky gave her head one last pat before returning to his seat.

Celesti didn’t have the engery to respond to that or any clue what to say whatsoever. They seemed to have a response ready and waiting for any argument she had and it was honestly exhausting. Curling into her blanket, the omega promptly fell asleep.

——

She only woke up as they arrived and Bucky carried her out of the car. The same blond man and a red-haired woman, took elevator with them. Peter must have been in another car. But when she asked to see him they told her he was still asleep.

“They are waiting in the main kitchen for you. Let’s get this over with asap,” the redhead spoke up earning a not from thee soldiers.

Get what over with asap?!

A confused whine caused Bucky to let out a comforting huff and readjust her squirming form.

Two men with overly formal briefcases were waiting from them in what had to be the biggest kitchen she had ever seen. Even the kitchen in the bunker, that had to provide food for over a shitton of hungry werewolves, wasn’t this big. It had a dining room attached to it and a cased opening leading to a living room just as big. There was a hole in the wall where she could see another, more industrial kitchen and another witch read pantry.

The briefcase-men were clearly beta’s from the pheromones they emitted and kept asking Bucky and Steve questions about her as if she wasn’t sitting right there. Is that her natural hair color? Any guesses how old she is? Is she marked?

The natural (glad you asked) blonde let out an annoyed growl, ignoring the burn in her thought. Steves hand quickly found her knee and rubbed it for the duration of the celebrity interview.

“We are convinced she is a French omega that disappeared right after presenting at 6 years old, by the name of Celeste Leroy. Omega, can you tell us where you where before the bunker?” It was weirdly intimate to hear her full name from a stranger, especially considering that was the first time either of the briefcase-men addressed her.

“Yeah we figured she was french from the amount of time she yelled: conard, Ta gueule, fait de la merde or something similar to us."

Celesti’s thoughts went back to the convent at the previous question. The place were she and Peter first met. Compared to that place the bunker was fucking cloud nine.

Cold night, scratchy blankets, scary nuns and of corse being hit with the bible. Still she would not snitch. Peter and her had not been the only ones in there. There were always about 8 omega’s. Roughly the same age. What had become of the others Celesti did not know but maybe, just maybe a few of them got away.

The Briefcase-men sighted in union at her clenched teeth,”We need to know who did this to you. Where there any other omega’s where you came from?” Her molars tensed even harder. Don’t even think of their names. They got out. They’re okay. They’re safe.

She expected the soldiers to get angry, to punish her but they only seemed annoyed at the other men. Bucky pushed her face in his chest to still her frantically shaking head,”Okay, that is enough for now. She’s had a very stressful 12 hours.”

“Right, I think our file is about complete, any further questions we will email. We will contact the French embassy and handle the rest with them. Now we just need to take her photo, fingerprints and do an an iris scan. Then you’ll need to sign here and she will be yours.”

And with that the 19-year-olds fate was sealed.

#dark!steve rogersdark!stuckykidnappingdark!tony starkdark!bucky barnesdark!stuck x OFCdark!Tony Stark x Peter parkeralpha!steve x omega!read

[mildred-fierce]

Lighting a cigarette while fixing a Triumph Tiger Cub scrambler, 1962.

#retro #motorcycle

[korkisobsessions]

The Oath

IX. Prisoner

Hi guys...sooo here we are with another chapter. There is some Yeongshin flashback...and there will be another in future. Buuuut I´m sometimes little chaotic so i decide to make one special chapter that will be as a bonus in my masterlist. I will be editing it everytime I update chapter with flashback and there will be all flashbacks chronological lined up :) So if you will be confused were in timeline to put “this” or “that”, this bonus chapter will help you. :)

If thats OK :)

It was long time ago. He was younger, almost kid. His arms were weaker, aim unsteady and heart wild. His chakho burn mark still too fresh and sore.

Woods were dreadfully calm. He had bad feelings in his stomach. They were called to hunt down tiger that slaughter almost hundred of men. It always end badly when mundane villagers were trying to do their job. They were making weird traps and shooting everything that moves, including their neighbours.

“Be careful kid. He can be anywhere.” His master was right behind him. It was old skinny man with ugly thick scar over half of his face, crossing his eye. Yeongshin hated that eye. It was milky white and blind, but he always felt like it can see to his soul.

“It’s male?” he whispered, eyes still searching his surroundings.

“Yes, they said so. Don’t worry, no cubs.”

He felt little relief. He hated killing young animals. He always did it, because if he didn’t, there will come a day when younglings grow up and rip his throat. But he hated it.

One time he let pups go and other chakhos beat him. That day it was his first punishment and he thought he will die. Everything hurts so badly he cried later like little kid. At first from pain, later because of shame. And it was just the beginning. He sooner realised that being chakho is hard life.

He was making step by step, carefully, not to step on twig or tripped over rock, his rifle ready.

And then he saw it. There it was. Tiger was laying on the ground, but something was wrong. He lowered his rifle.

“What are you doing, kid?”Byung-Chul whispered, his only eye watching Yeongshin’s slow movements.

Yeongshin was approaching tiger and part of him felt pain. Animal had paw trapped in some string trap made by villagers. Wire was cut deep in it’s flesh, it almost cut the foot of.

He was disgusted. No one ever deserved such fate. To die slowly in trap.

Poor animal was still alive, weak and desperate. It looked him in the eyes and that look wrote deep in his brain. It was pleading for death.

“Do it, kid. End his suffering.”

He pulled out knife and cut tiger’s throat. He didn’t want to shoot him. This was calm and dignified death.

“This traps are...” his master spit on the ground.

“Byung-Chul?” Yeongshin’s heart was clenched by ice cold fist of fear, when he examined dead body of animal. “This is female.”

And then he saw him, running towards them, too late to grab his rifle. Big and strong tiger. He looked like rage itself.

Yeongshin only heard his master shout and one single shot when tigers body collide with his. His breath was pressed out of his lungs, he cannot even focus on pain. He felt tiger’s hot breath on his face and his loud growl filled his ears he thought he will become def. All he can do was grip tighter his knife, slippery from blood and stab animal to his neck. There was no time to think, where to stab. He must just take a chance. He fell to the ground on his back, with cracking of bones and tiger’s heavy body on him.

He must’ve lost consciousness, because when he woke up, Byung-Chul was pulling him out from underneath death body of Tiger.

“Are you alive?”

He can only whimper. He felt like all bones in his body were crushed.

“You lucky bastard!” Byung-Chul’s voice sounds like from distance. “But it got you pretty badly. We must find help, or you will bleed out.”

He was just lying on the forest bed watching sky and pieces of clouds, his body light. He lifted his head and saw three deep cuts from his left collarbone to right hip.

“I think…I’m dying.” He whispered weakly to his master. He was in shock he don’t even felt the pain.

“You wish...”Byung-Chul slap him to his face and got him back. “Tiger almost ripped off my head fifteen years ago . They said my brain was visible. And see? Here I’m, saving your sorry ass.” He pressed bandages to his chest and wave on someone, probably other chakhos. “Then they told me I will loose my eye, and see?”

“But your eye...”He breath little calmer, but dark shadows were still dancing on edges of his vision. He was still one foot in grave.

“yeah, I see horse shit, but I still got my eye. We are living against all odds Yeongshin, so you will make it. We will sell tigers heads down in village and buy you some meds.

“You called me...” he was too weak to finished sentence.

Byung-Chul smiled. “You killed two tigers with almost bare hands. I can’t call you ‘kid’ anymore.”

And then darkness swallowed him. But he survived.

 His arrive to Sangju was different than he thought. At first he didn’t expect to see this place again.

In the past he always felt hatred to this town. He never forget what he lost for it’s survival. His life was torn to pieces so Sangju can survive and prosper.

And now he was there with some kind of peace in his heart. All the people who were responsible for the horrors were dead. And he knew that at least Lord Ahn felt remorse for what he has done.

And send him Nilah.

Here he stands behind gates of Sangju to get her back, no matter what.

He didn’t bother to visit captain of guards, he knew that Sang-Ho will find him sooner or later. He just wanted to find Nilah and get her out as fast as he could.

Yeongshin made his way to prison. There was just one guard

“I’m here with order to release prisoner.” He gave the man letter from minister of Hanyang.

“You came for Nilah?” Guard was looking at him suspiciously.

“Yes. Unlock her cell.” He didn’t want to be inpatient, to make something wrong. But his heart was beating so fast, that guard must heard it.

Men grab keys and walk him through dungeons.

And than he saw her. It was much worse than he expected. She was siting in the corner of small dark cell. She had knees pressed to her chest and head down. Her dirty shirt had ripped off sleeves so he can saw how skinny she was. Bones of her shoulders were visible under her pale skin. She didn’t even lifted her head when guard opened her cell.

Yeongshin didn’t wait and hurried inside.

“Nilah.” He whispered with pain in his voice. He wanted to touch her but he was scared he will hurt her.

She jerked when heard his voice and lift her face.

He remembered forever that look in the eyes of trapped tiger, waiting for death. Nilah looked same.

Her eyes were empty, almost like dead, skin pale and bruised. She had busted lip and bruised eye.

She furrow her brow with disbelief.

“Yeongshin?” she sounded weak and her voice was cracked like she was screaming before.

“I will lift you up and carry you out. Don’t worry.” He lifted her carefully, still controlling her face. She was light like little kid. Her body was just skin and bones. “It will be good. You are free now.” He whispered to her, gently holding her against his chest. She put her hands around his neck and quietly cried.

She jerked in his arms when he bring her back to sunlight and hid her face to crook of his neck. He carefully sat her down on small cart that he buy with young stupid donkey. That stubborn animal was still fighting with him on their way here, but now he stood like statue, like he knew gravity of situation.

Nilah was avoiding his eye contact until he released her from his hold. She grab his hand and coldness of her words scared him.

“I’m ready. Can I die with sword in my hand, please? It’s part of my religion.” Tears were running down her face and he was too confused. He wanted to hold her, kiss her and she was talking about dying?

“Nilah...” He gently touch her chin and lifted her head.

But she burs in tears, hid her face in her palms, shoulders shaking with sobs.

“He told me everything Yeongshin! What they have done to you and your family. And I served them! I thought that Lord Ahn wants me to protect you because you are maybe his bastard son, but It was because he slaughter your family and your village and felt bad because of it! I didn’t know that! You must hate me!”

“Nilah, please stop.” He finally hug her. He buried his face to her hair and held her tight against his chest. “How could I hate you?”

He wanted to tell her everything. How he missed her all that time. How he love her...

“It took you longer then I expected.” Cold voice of Sang-Ho interrupted his intentions. He was walking slowly with evil smile on his face. “She is my prisoner. Will you be so kind and take her back to her cell?”

Yeongshin felt how Nilah started to shaking. Her eyes were full of pure fear.

“She is free now. I have order from Hanyang. She was pardoned by royal commander division.” Yeongshin throw letter to Sang-Ho’s feat. All he wanted was killed that man for what he’s done to Nilah.

“You want to fight me chakho?” he was provoking him.

“No, don’t...” Nilah held his forearm in tight grip. “He is sneaky bastard, he didn’t fight fair.”

Yeongshin smiled at her and touch her face. She was real and safe with him. No one can take her away from him. No more. She was pleading him with her eyes not to fight. And he was ready to leave Sangju without spilling single drop of blood. But...

“Yeah, I thought so. Just take that worthless pagan bitch and leave.” Sang-Ho spat on the ground with disgust.

It was enough. He could insulted him. He could spit on him, despise him for what he is, for what he was...But he never let anyone to insult Nilah. He felt his heart hammering in his chest with anger.

“You shouldn’t said that” he growl.

Sang-Ho smiled with triumph. He took of his sword and passed it to one of guards. “Don’t worry, without consequences. You have my word.”

Yeongshin laugh with bitterness. “Your word mean nothing to me.”

“Yeongshin please don’t fight him...” Nilah plead again. He turned to her and finally done what he should do long time before. Gently laid palm on her cheek and kissed her, silencing all her words. She froze with surprise and closed her eyes. All he wanted was to have this moment forever. Her warm and soft lips on his. He could die in that fight, but he didn’t want to die without at least one kiss.

“Don’t worry.” He whispered and smiled at her. She still looked astonished from what just happened. But her pale cheeks was little blushed.

 Nilah remembered her brother’s lessons about self defence. How she always had to protect her vulnerable parts, like head or chest.

“Always keep your hands up. Cover yourself!” he shouted at her while beating her. She still tasted blood, while she was desperately covering her head.

It was her brother´s first and most important rule. And now she was watching Yeongshin walking towards Sang-Ho with his hands down. He was fool or brave.

Sang-Ho smiled and made swipe to him. But Yeongshin moved to the side so fast that Sang-Ho lost his balance and stumbled forward. Chakho’s fist found It’s place in commander’s stomach. Sang-Ho grunted from the impact and with surprise. He didn’t expected such a strength from his opponent. He turned quickly and punched Yeongshin to face. Blood burst from his nose but he looked like he didn’t even noticed. He threw himself on Sang-Ho and both of them fell to the ground tangled together.

Yeongshin hooked his arm around Sang-Ho’s neck and hold him tightly. Captain were panting for breath and his face was red.

“You will let us go!” he growled to Sang-Ho’s ear. “If you ever just think about her, I will find you and gut you like pig. Do you understand? “

He released his grip to let him take a breath. But Sang-Ho just laughed.

“You wouldn’t believe how warm she is between her legs.”

Yeongshin was terrified. It was like hard punch and bucket of ice water. His heart missed few beats. He knows that Sang-Ho weren’t lying. He saw that broken look in Nilah’s eyes.

He lift his head to look at her. She was sitting on the cart, hand covering her mouth and eyes full of tears.

He really wanted to killed Sang-Ho. Cut his throat, rip his heart out and bring it to her feet. But he can’t do it. No matter what he said...if he kill captain of Sangju guards, it would be death sentence for him and for her too.

He didn’t noticed dagger flying towards him. He jerked away but too late. Sango got him pretty badly just under his collar bone. It was deep and nasty gash. But he didn’t feel the pain. Not from that wound. He caught Sang-Ho’s hand with dagger and coldly broke it over his knee. Captain screamed and collapsed on the ground while Yeongshin stood up. He kicked weeping man to his stomach and spat on the ground.

He felt rivulets of blood running from his fresh wound down his chest. He covered it with his palm, it hurts and he needed to stop bleeding.

“If I ever see you again, it will be your neck what will be broken.”

He made his way to Nilah. She was pale and shaking. “You are hurt!” she touched his shoulder and carefully examined the wound.

He caught her hand and kissed her to her palm. “We must leave.”

Yeongshin covered her with his overcoat and lead donkey out of the gates of Sangju.

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[karoiseka]

Foster

So, finally getting around to posting #10.  This is another really short one, but a cute fairly-non-spoilerly one. (very very brief mention of the Four Lords story).  For background, mundane me LOVES white tigers.  Like, fav animal ever.  I nearly cried when I found out a baby white tiger minion was coming... mostly since at that stage of playing I did *NOT* do savage content... at ALL.  So I moped and squealed over everyone else’s..... then FC mates banded together, dropped the mats off to one of our omni-crafters and got me the minion.  I seriously cried.  He’s my most constant companion and the one I smile at every time I pull out.  Here’s how *Karo* found him. ^_^

     The Yanxia hills and cliffs soared above Karoiseka as she made her way back down to the Rainbow Pools after her fight with Byakko.  The great white tiger had put up a challenging fight, but one she had triumphed over in the end.  The first of the Four Lords had fought valiantly, leaving the Warrior of Light heartsore at the end for having to bring him to bear, helping him back to whom he was in itself was a reward she greatly enjoyed however.

     A rustling in the brush behind her had Karo drawing her bow, still anxious from the fight, adrenaline running through her veins.  Creeping forward the Bard aimed carefully, waiting for who or what ever to show itself.  A few tense moments later, she was surprised to see a small white tiger cub roll head over tail out of the bush.  Still wary, in case the mother was around, she approached the cub slowly.

     “Well, hello there little one,”  she spoke softly to the little ball of white and black fluff who turned it’s blue eyes to her own sapphire ones. 

     “Mmw-rar!” the kit attempted to roar back at Karo as she finally put her bow away again, approaching the little one.

     “Yes, yes, you’re very ferocious,” the smile danced along her lips as she crouched down in front of the cub.  “Now where’s your Mama?  She’ll be lookin’ for ya here soon,” Karo reached out and carefully scratched behind the cubs ears for a moment before standing and starting her trek down the hillside again.  She watched for a mother tiger, slightly distracted by the site of the pools  coming into focus.  Karo’s black ears flickered back as she heard clumsy footsteps behind her.  Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as the chubby ball followed her as quick as it’s over-sized paws could carry it.  Pausing again, Karo kneeled down as the cub ran straight to her, plopping those paws up on the Bard’s knees and crying straight into her face.

     “I’m not your Mama, little one,” Karo started, unable to resist petting the cub as it tried to climb further into her lap.  It was then she finally realized for all the cub looked chubby, it was all fur and fluff sticking out, for she could clearly feel the cub’s bones protruding.  Without a second thought, the cub was scooped up into her arms as she stood, and they continued down the path.

     “-but I am now.”

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