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- Posted: Mon, 02 Jun 2014 06:58:26 +0000
- I want to feel the ρᴧוӥ and the bitter taste...
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- The partner-less dance didn’t last long; up went the winch and with it came the sodden man to accompany the hook. Mumbled words, near pleading, were quick to spill from the nymph’s lips but the wolf king hadn’t had his fill or tormenting; not yet. Exhaling loudly over the droning roar of the river, Viggo placed his hands exasperated on his hips as he crossed to the ravine’s edge, scuffing his boot while nodding to Mitch to pull up Sadir one more time. This time there was instant words, dripping to fall into the swirling currents beside the now clean water that leeched from the man; slurred, pain-filled words in a language that flew over Viggo’s head. It was not the normal biting slur the man uttered in his ramblings, instead smooth and musical, lilted with the old-world sounds of the east; elvish? Rolling his eyes, the Dogman craned his neck, preparing to motion for the man to fall again and never rise if this was all the babble he could force him to, “Your pretty tongue isn’t to my liking, oh friend of mine. Maybe I should let Mitch here drop you again beneath these waves and choke on it, hmmn?” Pale, strong fingers rose to shoulder height, nearly twitching with the exasperation the alpha felt at not receiving his answer after so long of drowning the pest.
Before his hand could close, complete his sign, the rat stuttered back to life with a squared shoulder and jaw, finally spitting out the word he was waiting for; Londuinn, realm of the woodland kin and home of the elves. Reaching out, Viggo curled a hand around the nymph’s sodden leg, tugging him back from the precipice with a light laugh and wide smile, “Well done, well done! Here I was worried that I may have had to let the water win. Don’t get me wrong my friend,” The wolf paused to straighten the shaking soul in his claws, smoothing his torn clothing back into place, “I much approve of your new….smell. You must understand, of course, there was no other way and that you indeed chose this for yourself.”
Tutting, Viggo’s green eyes flashed to the outlying darkness of the cavern, motioning forth a single jailor to accompany Mitch and himself in fixing a restraining system around the weak man, “Two times you’ve grievously injured me now, my friend; it is like you asked for me to give you this punishment. I’m sure you will not make that mistake again.” Smiling, Viggo’s eyes shone with dark malice as he embraced the rat in a stinging hug, situating his mouth close to the man’s now clean ear while speaking low into it, “I look forward to our trip. I hope our destination is correct or I shall have to give in to the naughty voices in my head telling me to---… Well, it wouldn’t do well to spoil it, now would it?” Pushing Sadir back into the waiting arms of Mitch and his jailor, Viggo turned on a heel to exit, knowing the rat would be affixed to stone walls a few levels up under the supervision of an odd dozen of lycans. Heels clipping the stairs, Viggo stretched his arms back and forth over his chest as he ascended, his latent anger still simmering in his chest beside his beast; this whole business of not killing was becoming redundant. What he wouldn’t give to slide his fingers or teeth beneath a supple layer of pliant flesh and fat, wrap himself around the coursing veins and lifeblood of his prey, and rip it bodily from them. At the head of the stairs, a woman with shining blonde hair waited him with wide eyes, her soft low voice informing him that just outside the theater were the crown prince and his faithful guard, sniffing about with weapons drawn.
Of every single night known to man, during any year of the existence of mankind, this was the one he finally receive a visit from the royal family to his theater? Of course, chances were that it was not a polite social visit if weapons were involved, but Viggo’s smile only grew as he quickly checked over his now clean ensemble for any blood, straightening his neck cravat as he shooed the blonde out of his way. Squaring his shoulders, Viggo crossed across left to the main doors, listening to the silent bustling as his pack fell into their roles as actors; some picked up lutes and harps, plucking out bawdy rhythms to the voices of their peers, while some laughed and joked, seemingly rehearsing lines as the Cage came to life.
Taking full hold of the brass and wood door, Viggo swung it in with a laugh, watching as the warm golden light fell over the apprehensive and confused faces of the two men standing on his doorstep, “Welcome gentlemen! I must say; you gave my doorman quite a shock walking up on him with those waving.” Placing one hand on his hip, Viggo motioned with the other jovially to the swords between the men as he smiled, “Really, there is no need; we are all but harmless artisans here. Do come in, come in! No shows for the evening, but I’d be more than happy to show you around or answer any questions that possessed you to bring such naughty trinkets with you.” Chuckling, Viggo caught the light colored eyes of the prince, sending him a charming wink as he exited into the rain to help usher them in, standing between the two men with a hand on each of their shoulders as they climbed the stairs to the main door, “And with all this rain, I’m sure you’re both in need of a nice warm drink; mead maybe?”
A bawdy chorus of greeting rang out from the assembled lounging actors as the two entered, the room drenched in smiles and free flowing drink. This, of course, was the way of actors, as much of Noitrem knew; everyone is your best friend, be they pope or pauper. Stepping out and up from between the two officials, Viggo turned to phase them with extended arms, “Welcome the Cage Theatre! Let not the name frighten you, it only references the rafters,” Viggo pointed up to the cross-crossing beams of exposed pine that latticed the ceiling, epicentering on the towering fir tree that stood dead center stage, “But enough chat; My name is Viggo Stian and I am the troupe leader here. What can I help you with? You know, it can be considered quite rude to approach someone’s home with ill intent, brandishing swords and the like without any warning.” Viggo spoke and crossed to stand beside the prince, placing two fingers along the flat of the blade, dragging them slowly down it as he locked eyes with the man, smiling languidly.
|| Location -- Noitrem // The Cage Theatre || Wearing -- Wolf Lord || ooc: ||
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...Of the ɮǀѳѳᴅ on my lips again.
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...Of the ɮǀѳѳᴅ on my lips again.