forum The Hunt Everlasting (o/o RP, vaguely folkloric and fantasy romance, shenanigans to follow.)

Started November 01, 2020 by Deleted user

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“Finne, what do I do? I would have expected him to back out after the hand quip!”

The apparition stayed silent, only glaring. She shrugged, and rode to the back of the procession, clearly disinterested.

Arwen spent his time preparing to look his best, polishing and repolishing his silver hand, preparing his best cloak and pressing it until it was as crisp as paper. When he finally went to meet with Pierce, he went alone.

(Okay, that's what I thought)

Pierce was nervous to say the least. He stood in front of a mirror and sighed. He was dressed in mostly black with a forest green cloak. He pulled up the hood and went outside, climbed on his horse and headed to where he planned to have the event at. It was a nice clearing in the middle of the woods, covered by yellow wildflowers with a gentle stream going through it.

“With the ties that bind, do you take me to be your one, your only? To love and serve and protect as I would you? Do you honor me? Shall I do the same for you?” it was a mockery of traditional wedding vows, a mockery of a traditional wedding, but that was what Pierce had made him. “Shall you take me as I am? Despite not even knowing your name. Which is admittedly better than some marriages, but not others.” he shrugged, and went on with his marital bemoaning.

Pierce kept a calm and collected demeanor, despite being incredibly nervous, "I do." Before saying his vows back to Arwen he said, "Oh that's a bit embarrassing. I apologize, my name is Pierce." He cleared his throat and repeated the same vows that Arwen had said to him.

“Pierce. Lovely. Fine, you’re my husband now. This gives you gifts of immortality, the second largest share of the spoils, and myself to do as you please with, amongst other things that would take too long to explain. If you have a horse, leave it, I’ll provide you with Finne’s. She won’t mind.” he said, scooping the man up in front of him to sit on the horse, Pierce’s back against his broad, strong chest.

Pierce reddened and nervously chuckled as he was placed on the horse. "Uh, okay. Alright then." He took a deep breath and stroked the horse's mane before looking back at Arwen, "Are you sure that she won't mind that I use her horse? I can use mine if she's not okay with it."

“Your horse will not be able to keep up. Finne will do just fine, she’s our fastest runner. Faster than any horse. Even those of Hunt Evelasting.” he assured. “And besides, the hunting dogs can always pull her chariot.”

He nodded and smiled softly, "Okay. Well, I'm ready to leave when you are my lord." Pierce felt that he should still address Arwen as lord than anything else. Yes they were now married, but Arwen was much higher up than Pierce.

Arwen smiled, a little too softly for his own good. “You don’t need to call me that, none of my hunters do except the disillusioned humans I’m always picking up. Come, we’ll go to my feast hall, and… celebrate.” he said that last word with particular contempt as the two rode off, invisible, into the sky.

"Ah, okay! Arwen then!" Pierce said with a grin. He held onto the reins as the two flew into the sky. He had never ridden in the sky before, for obvious reasons, so it was quite spectacular to him. He got to see things that he's seen before, but at a new angle.

“Hold on to me, the horse, whichever, Rilla gets quite bumpy to ride on.” Arwen warned, kicking the horse’s sides gently in a show of ‘go faster’ to hopefully impress his new husband with the speeds she could go at.

Pierce nodded and held tightly onto Arwen. He loved horse riding, but he was used to a much slower speed. "Wow, Rilla is very fast…" He said fondly, struggling to keep up his confident act.

When they reached the feast hall, the first thing Pierce would notice was that the place was huge. Secondly, that it was in the sky, mostly transparent, and so was Arwen and Pierce, who landed safely on the cloud the feast hall sat on.

When Pierce got down off of the horse, he turned in a circle slowly, looking at the sky and all the surroundings. He finally looked back at Arwen and said in an excited tone, "This place is huge! It's really pretty as well!"

“Why don’t you enter it? It’s equally lovely as well, in there. A bit noisy, my huntsmen are quite the raucous bunch, but comfortable. You will sit on my right side, I have had a chair prepared for you.” he explained, pushing open the huge doors.

"Okay, I'll follow you then." He replied, following after Arwen. He was right, the inside was magnificent. It seemed much too amazing for someone like Pierce to see. He took in the sights in silent awe.

The place was splendid, with huntsman serving up huge plates of meat, no greenery in sight. It seemed that all they really bothered to consume was the flesh and blood of others, not bothering to enjoy the other fineries of life. “This is my feast hall. The menu may be bland, but it will taste better than anything you’ve had in a while.”