jackal bones
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- Posted: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 06:01:25 +0000
{ LOCATION ❜ / / trey's castle (( grand hall )) xxxxx { COMPANY ❜/ / kyo xxxxx { MOOD ❜ / / amusedxxxxx { HEALTH ❜ / / 100%
It was her third pass up and down the length of the long banquet table. Her slender finger, tipped with a manicured claw painted in luscious crimson, ran over the polished smooth surface, following the shapes of bowls and plates that fell into her path. A rhythmic click of heels hit the stone surface laid across the grand hall, full hips swaying side to side in a lazy groove with every step she took. It was boredom that ate away at Riva's mind. She was not one for patience, not when she had half a payment of coins burning in her pocket and another waiting when she returned with a mission accomplished. Debriefed already by one of Trey's closest hands, it had spiraled into a game of waiting as the gypsy needed only abide for the arrival of the alleged Commander and his ragtag group of misfit warriors. Patience was never one of Riva's better qualities, and her preference was one of a more sly and swift approach. The notion of her working with any group at all was ludicrous, but the money was too enticing to turn away.
Bored with her pacing, Riva found herself reposing at the middle of the banquet table, hoisting herself leisurely up upon its surface after pushing aside several immaculately placed plates and silverware. She kicked one svelte, long leg over the other as she leaned back against planted hands, sending the guard that eyed her a crude smile. The male tossed his gaze away, straightening as he fixated his dark eyes onto the massive doors that began to open before them. A toned male strode briskly through, his purposeful steps cutting him straight through the distance and towards her. A pair of mismatched eyes, striking red and chilling blue, met her own pair of mesmerizing crimson. An expression of contempt bled through his gaze and seeped into the handsome features of his face, marring him with a childish resentment. Her lips twitched at the corners, pulling into a vicious grin as she dismounted from the table. The small amount of space the man had left between them slowly closed as the Commander, rightfully introduced as Kyo, spoke of his rank and her sure subservience to follow.
"My, you're charming." Her voice was a soft purr, ominously pleasant for all ears, one that subtly pulled the attention of all her listeners forward. Like a venomous snake, the fingers of one hand brushed dangerously over his chest as a pair of ruby-tinted irises roved over the male in a fashion too predatory to be safe. "I'm here for my skill and my success. You're apparently lacking in one, or both of those qualities." Riva had paused, allowed a quiet moment to pass for her words to sink and take meaning. Her hand glided up his sternum before straying off towards his shoulder, fingers delicately tracing over the broad curve before leaving him freed of her clutches. "Good," the gypsy quipped sharply, "I'm not here for trifles either, Chief. Getting the job done and getting my money is the priority." Her head tilted coyly to one side, bright hues peeking up between strands of her ebony fringe. Though she blinked bashfully, long and carefully painted eyelashes fluttering, Riva wore a smile that spoke of her virulence. Her mask of eloquence and charm was an easy facade for a sharp and cunning man, but truly, the gypsy doubted that that man stood before her now.
"Time, as I'm sure you know, is of the essence here. Shall we?"