Lady Fayth laughed in amusement at his politics comment. "The land IS free and is owned by no man. But it is used for its wealth by greedy people and those people need to be fixed. The land is only as prosperous as it is, it will not increase for the greed of men and so those men, as I said, must be removed, threatened punished and so on and so forth." She said as she continued to move through the thorny bushes. She suddenly stepped on a small bush and it sent spines into her feet. This caused her to let out a scream and tumble backwards she leaned against the nearest tree and winced as she brought up her bloody foot. "Oh great! This is just Perfect!!" She yelled as she picked the long barbs from her tender foot. "This is not supposed to be happening!! I am supposed to be in my palace, dressed in fine gowns and ruby studded heels with my hair out of my FACE!" She yelled as she pushed her hair behind her ears. "This is ridiculous! Im ruler of the Kingdom for four months and this happens!!" Lady Fayth continued to pull out the barbs as she complained quite loudly.
"I like stupid girls," Noir said, "Stupid girls are funny, they think they know everything and yet they only know a small portion of it...peanut size amount of it...tiny tiny dumb little girls."
Noir laughed a little as she complained. He wasn't about to get into a conversation about the truth of politics. She was so spoiled it was almost sweet. She was such a hypocrite standing right in front of him. And yet she didn't realize it. It truly was sweet and not sweet in that sense of aww cute, but the kind of sweet you get from the pungent smell of dog shit.
"You really are one of those stupid girls," Noir said he showed her his two exposed fingers with the red paint on them, "The paint was made from the blood of my enemies and has stained my fingers for life."
Noir stared at her.
"Why I show you this, so that you understand there will always be rules under the protective vines of man who thinks he owns land," Noir said, "Your father was that kind of man pig suckling on rings of gold, your mother was whore, and you were just the project and prodigy of stupidity."
That word made Lady Fayth cringe, it pushed memories to her mind that she had done her best to forget about for the longest time. She just decided to stay silent and let him ramble on. Pulling the thorns from her foot she tossed them aside.
Lady Fayth took a deep breath and just continued to remain silent.
"Dumb little girl"
Pulling the remaining barbs from her foot she smeared the blood away and looked up at him.
As he told her about the paint that stained his hand she just glared at him. Once he confirmed to himself that she was just the result of stupidity she stood and walked away from him. "I'm not Stupid." She said, her voice ice cold as she turned her head to glare daggers at him "You are annoying." She stated as she resumed to face forward as she walked along a fallen log, the smooth white bark of the tree being stained with her blood each time she took a step onto it with her right foot.
Noir stared at her.
"Tch, overtly sensitive aren't you?" Noir said.
He could hear his Master's call. He nearly forgotten the mission playing with his food. He sighed grumbled and mumbled something under his breath. He groaned and then stared at the girl.
"I suppose you're useful," he said slowly, "Most people of royalty are to afraid of where I come from, none have provided any aid...maybe your assistance could turn into a rumor...that you assisted us and that you took care of the evil where I come from."
Noir was struggling here to actually find the words he needed. He was use to be disgruntled and his Master was telling him to invoke some sort of personal affect in there. To bad his personality and emotionally allegiance was killed by his Master.
"Maybe you can come to the Forest of Flesh," Noir said, "And assist the sick and elderly, and dispel the rumors of disgruntled cannibals and ghost that roam the Forest of Flesh...there people may be more willing to assist you since at the moments guards are after you."
It sounded more like a question and he sounded uncertain of his words as it would dip back and forth from being a coherent sentence to slight whispers. But this was Noir trying to be "personal". He didn't understand. His master never taught him the techniques of being human.
"I mean I understand if you don't want to assist sickly cannibals, who would rather eat you, but it's my home...and you're royal...so you should have some power there to help," Noir said, "I would greatly appreciate it."
Now that just sounded sorta monotone question. He just hoped the girl was fooled by his "personal".
Lady Fayth didnt stop walking until he was about halfway through speaking. She grew annoyed of how he spoke, at one moment he was loud enough for her to hear and the next he was mumbling to himself. When he stated it was his home she looked at him, her face distraught. She wasnt sure if she should believe him or not. Turning to him she glared at him "You saved my life. And that was a noble thing. But then you criticize me, make fun of me, and stomp me into the mud!" She snapped at him as she got into his face, her features quite malicious. "You judge me before you even so much as know my name you pompous neanderthal!" For a moment it seemed as if she were going to raise her hand and strike him. But she stopped herself and sighed "But you saved my life...and I guess I owe you a favor in the least..." Taking a step back from him she continued "I will go with you to your home, and help in any way I can. Im not a healer you know...nor do I carry any kind of equipment to help the old or sick...But I will try my best to do something..." She paused and looked at him "But only on one condition. You promise that when my debt is repaid to you, you will safely escort me to a nearby town so I may try to take my kingdom back from those brutes." Lady Fayth said to him in an 'a matter of fact' tone. "Do we have a deal?"
Noir gave a laugh at the girl and he gave her a smile. It was an entertained smile nothing less or more.
"Entertain me the way you do and we have a deal," Noir said, "My bond to you is only stronger if you saved me from life and death."
Noir stared at her and then he rubbed his fingers together. He wasn't sure how to make certain of this girl. Nor was he sure how to make certain of this situation. She certainly would meet his master in the Forest of Flesh. But she wouldn't understand the necessity she possessed. Not just yet.
"Very well, since I am so amused right now, you have a deal," Noir said, "Now onto the Forest of Flesh to save my people."
Noir stared at the ground for a moment and then took a deep breath. He have to be convincing next time. Add more infliction and emphasis on things. Make it sound more urgent. Scream in agony if he had to.
"Though I give you my regards the people in the Forest of Flesh can fight for themselves," Noir said, "It's politics they cannot do, it's all the little delicate stuff girls with fair hands, like yourself, that we cannot do...you convince the people of that pretty place that we are people not to be fear, preferably by lending aid to my people as I said, and then you will be safe. Politics aren't hard for such tribal cannibalistic people. They may smell you though, just testing to see if you would make good in a meal. Don't be scared by it."
Lady Fayth's features became slightly horrified. "Smell....me?" She cleared her throat and looked away, not wanting him to see her distress. "I uhm." She stopped and pushed some hair from her face, swallowing the lump in her throat so she could speak again. "And if they think I would make a good meal?" She asked as she kept her look away from him, slightly disturbed. She didnt want to become a meal. Being mauled by animals or being impaled by jumping from a cliff and landing on stalagmites would interest her more. As her question echoed in her own mind she glanced up at him "You wont let them, will you?" She asked, a huge knot tightening in her gut wondering what he would respond with.
Looking in the distance she saw the forest, a dense green smog coming from the forest. The repulsing smell ate away at her senses as she cringed and continued to walk towards the forest. Once within the trees Lady Fayth felt as if she were being watched, moving closer to Noir as they walked. She watched the trees change, from voluptuous and living to cracked and dying. Lady Fayth looked back and forth, watching the trees shape into some random shelters, placed among the other trees. Lady Fayth was frightened but she tried to hide it, not knowing if she was doing well with it or not.
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Noir gave a slight little laugh as if teasing an injured animal.
"You're fear will be what brings them to you," Noir said, "It makes me happy and makes my blow boil. My master will most likely keep you safe, how unfortunate."
Noir gave a smug smile, he was use to the smell. He was use to the death, as he was careful where he walked. He watched as the carnivorous men looked from their houses. They knew he was back.
"I smell you child," said a man from the trees.
Noir gave the man a scowl.
"She's mine," Noir hissed, "Plug your nose and find some other prey."
Lady Fayth nearly felt the urge to cling to Noir, but she knew he would probably shrug her off and find another thing to say was stupid about her. When a man's voice called out to her she wanted to just scream and turn around. She could run, be a coward and just live in hiding for the rest of her life. When Noir claimed her as his own and hissed at the man she blinked up at him, not knowing what he meant. Sure it kept the others at bay, but was he serious? Lady Fayth kept up with Noir's stride, not wanting to be left behind. "How much farther until we get into your village?" She asked as she looked up at him.
Noir gave out a laugh.
"The whole forest is my village," Noir said, "My people do not expand into different clans, we all live under one word of power and that is all. I'm just lucky to be that word of powers only son."
Noir placed one of his nails through and under his other nails. People were barking and howling like man as they saw a meal wondering around. Each time Noir would hiss commands and barks demands from them. They finally made it to a very very large and twisted tree. It was the tree that took up most of the forest center. And you would definitely see it if you were in the sky. In the twisted vines was that of a special wooden hut. The hut was actually guarded by two men.
"I bring Master a present," Noir said, "It is I Noir child of Master."
The men stared down from the tree and they gave a whiff of the air. They stared hungrily at the girl and they had a smile.
"The guards here are allowed to feast on sacred meals," Noir said, "Though I doubt Master wants you in stew. He'll probably want you poached."
Noir gave a laugh, as teasing the girl was becoming a new past time of his. The men nodded their heads, led down a wooden ladder. Noir mention his head and had the girl follow him up the stairs. The men took another whiff now that the girl was closer. Noir gave them a look as they tried to touch. He walked into the hut and he wore a smile. One of the servants, merely a fleshing from a village looked at him.
"I'll get the master," he stuttered and ran off to one of the rooms.
"And now we wait to see if you're roasted or marinated," Noir said.