Post by Othello Allemeade on Sept 5, 2022 9:11:23 GMT -5
(this thread is for @ellison )
Othello had arrived at the docks of Gilead two days ago. After revealing his dark past with the ladies of Cambria, Rael had allowed Othello to return to Coheed on a smaller row boat to oversee the repairs of his ship. The progress had riddled him with disappointment but Othe could be patient to a point a point his Arynnite captives were slowly creeping over, still he weighed the worth of the wait.
To pass the time Othello took to some training along the beaches with his wife Ögge, the pair were clashing feverishly in the sand. Othello with duel hatchets and Ögge with her duel short swords, she had come a long way since their last session. However she wasn't the vindictive and relentless Othello Allemeade, the two things that had drawn the woman to the man were what blinded her to him so when he saw an opening Othe took it: she came in hot with her blades which Othello dodged with a spinning twist towards her but away from the downward slashes of both blades, he brought the handle of his hatchets down across the top of one wrist which she barked in pain as one sword dropped into the sand. He pinned the second blade into the sand and with a firm stiff kick to her hips sent her smacking into the sand.
The grey eyed man brought his hatchet down stopping inches away from a killing blow, "I win," he smiled down at his wife, "aye and I let you win boy," she returned with a hiss and a smirk she smacked the hatchets away to sit up, "I'd like to see how you fair against some of these Nevermere soldiers, I heard the new lady witch is a tough one," and Othello burst into a fit of laughter shoving his hatchets back into the leather loops hanging from his waist, "shite, Othello Benjamin Allemeade fears no man nor beast or nary a Witch love. But I'll take tha' bite," he grinned and offered his hand to help Ögge stand which she took with a grudge, "you'll fear this one, she's a biter," and Othello moaned, "Tha's me favorite as ye' know Ögge."
She pulled him into her biting his bottom lip before pulling down playfully, "mmm, keep teasin' and I'll put anutha babe in ya," Ögge rubbed the man's now bald head tracing the tattoos on the man's head, "I like this new look man of mine, I'd gladly take another babe from you..." and the pair kissed passionately as Othello grabbed her backside playfully.
Othello had arrived at the docks of Gilead two days ago. After revealing his dark past with the ladies of Cambria, Rael had allowed Othello to return to Coheed on a smaller row boat to oversee the repairs of his ship. The progress had riddled him with disappointment but Othe could be patient to a point a point his Arynnite captives were slowly creeping over, still he weighed the worth of the wait.
To pass the time Othello took to some training along the beaches with his wife Ögge, the pair were clashing feverishly in the sand. Othello with duel hatchets and Ögge with her duel short swords, she had come a long way since their last session. However she wasn't the vindictive and relentless Othello Allemeade, the two things that had drawn the woman to the man were what blinded her to him so when he saw an opening Othe took it: she came in hot with her blades which Othello dodged with a spinning twist towards her but away from the downward slashes of both blades, he brought the handle of his hatchets down across the top of one wrist which she barked in pain as one sword dropped into the sand. He pinned the second blade into the sand and with a firm stiff kick to her hips sent her smacking into the sand.
The grey eyed man brought his hatchet down stopping inches away from a killing blow, "I win," he smiled down at his wife, "aye and I let you win boy," she returned with a hiss and a smirk she smacked the hatchets away to sit up, "I'd like to see how you fair against some of these Nevermere soldiers, I heard the new lady witch is a tough one," and Othello burst into a fit of laughter shoving his hatchets back into the leather loops hanging from his waist, "shite, Othello Benjamin Allemeade fears no man nor beast or nary a Witch love. But I'll take tha' bite," he grinned and offered his hand to help Ögge stand which she took with a grudge, "you'll fear this one, she's a biter," and Othello moaned, "Tha's me favorite as ye' know Ögge."
She pulled him into her biting his bottom lip before pulling down playfully, "mmm, keep teasin' and I'll put anutha babe in ya," Ögge rubbed the man's now bald head tracing the tattoos on the man's head, "I like this new look man of mine, I'd gladly take another babe from you..." and the pair kissed passionately as Othello grabbed her backside playfully.