#bloodofvirtue

Javíer moves his hair from his face, panting softly in his steps as he and his mother circle each other like vultures. The young knight fixes his posture alongside his stance, twirling his sword in his hand.

It was moments like these that Baraka felt at peace, completely at peace with no worry in the world. Being laid up in bed with a beautiful woman at his side, what more could a tarkatan general ask for.

"Grrr." Baraka playfully growled as he waved a small beaten up teddy bear in front of her. He was able to take a break from his leader duties, deciding to have some playtime with Adira in his hut.

He sat on the ground cross legged with Adira sitting accross from him, on a blanket of course. The little tark hybrid growled back as she grabbed the teddy and tried to wrestle it to the ground or more like wrestle it out of her daddy's hand. "Almost got it Adira, show the enemy you wont back down little Shujaa(warrior)." Baraka praised as Adira put all her might into wrestling the teddy bear. Once she was able to pull it from her father grasp, she nearly falls back but Baraka was fast enough to catch her before she landed on her back. He picks her up and tosses her in the air causing her to giggle. It was moments like these that was rarely seen by others, a side of Baraka not many could witness.

"Asante Jade." Baraka purred, turning his head slightly to the left when he felt Jade wrap her arms around him. His curiosity easily peaked when she mentioned she had something for him. Whatever it was, he knew he would love it.

Medieval Sinday Memes //OPEN

ℒ For your muse to walking in on mine taking a bath

Having anytime alone at Kamp was tricky, especially given the fact that he was the one in charge which meant everyone had come to him for anything. Taking a bath in peace was one of those times that could be disrupted by anyone who had no common sense and not have a will to live for disturbing the Kiongozi.

So when Baraka heard someone step into his hut, disrupting his moment of zen, he was ready to jump out of the large wooden tub and snap at the person who dared walked in. Water splashed over the edges as Baraka jumped to his feet, soaked from the neck down as he turned toward the entrance with a growl. Immediately the growl was silence as he saw it was Jade who walked in.

"Jade?"

          *:･ﾟ⚡┇ The fight is ongoing — bloody — he supposes this is the way someone like Skarlet would enjoy such a fight; God blood is not as mortal blood — rubies that taste a bit like sugar, scratches and wounds which exhumes aromas like sweetmeat; all of it mingled with a strong tinge of metal, of copper.

            And she’s strong. Much stronger than he’s given her credit for, for she’s grown, become so much more capable as she understands her power further. From beneath the shadow from his hat, he observes her form as it settles back into a stance, her red grin wide — too wide, perhaps.

            ❝You are making a grave mistake, Skarlet❞, he groans — wants to lean against his staff but fights the urge lest he appears weak, broken. His breathing is rugged, rough — sweat dribbles from his temple and down his cheek like tears. ❝End this now. Walk away. This is not your place.❞

            But the former Champion of Outworld is not done. Will not listen. And he should have known as much. Her shape fizzles, bubbles, suddenly engulfed in crimson, the stench of blood almost nauseating as she disappears from view — he barely has time to register she’s gone that the woman reappears behind him — pounces and, in a move reminiscent of Kitana’s wretched clone, anchors herself onto the Demi-God’s back — sinks her teeth into his neck, through the leather of his attire and pierces skin next to his artery, nearly nicking it in the process. With a howl Raiden straightens, lifts her up at the same time; hears a horrible, witch like cackle from the deplorable creature, then her honey like voice as she praises his blood — he pushes himself backward; SLAMS her between his towering frame and the wall with such force cement cracks on impact and when she lets go, he stumbles forward, hand upon his neck where blood gushes freely. ❝....❞

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The tarkatan general let out deep purr as he settled into relaxing hot waters of the bath, one of many private baths in the palace. After along day of training soldiers and holding back the urge to struck a noble who clearly had no buissness being within punching distance, Baraka could proudly say he deserved this bath.