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 Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 2:51 pm
"And what exactly are you feeling?" The dark elf asked the other dark elf.
"Feeling?" The princeling laughed sadistically, "What would a Drow know of feelings."
"Drow may not feel, but one possessed of a certain charm would certainly know some grim satisfaction, or disposition." The other elf lured the princeling.
"Lectures from a commoner." Retorted the princeling.
"A commoner, but general nonetheless." Replied the other elf.
"Jarlaxle..."
"Kimmuriel... Or should I say, Tarathiel." Jarlaxle smirked, his grin rounded the eye patch he currently wore over his left eye.
"What does it matter?" Replied the princeling.
"Never has such a young drow, shown so much skill, yet not die."
"And?"
"Never has a body worn so thin, ever wish to be another race."
"I doubt that."
"Or is it, you merely wish you were Malik."
"Is that so?"
"That is what you wish for me to believe, but I am not so naive as to believe anything you say." Jarlaxle's expression sobred. "What happened to you five hundred years ago?"
"I killed Tarathiel, Tarathiel, and Tarathiel."
"Tarathiel is a common name then?"
"Common enough, for a drow to adopt." The princeling frowned.
"Why is it, you are so maloncoly."
"A plot..."
"You are an actor, after all. Life is nothing but plot."
"A plot against the one I love."
"Feeling 'love', so un-drow-like."
"To be drow, is to know no love, for love will only be your demise."
"To be drow, the son of Lloth, to know love, is to be cursed with destruction."
"And, teacher, to know how to hold the blade so that its edge will pierce the thickest armour."
"Your limit was set, all their is left is to reach it."
"And there is only one way to do that."
Jarlaxle smiled again, his grim reflecting the darkness within the heart of a drow vetren. "Only one, no other, for you."
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 4:53 pm
"I tihnk you put too much faith in your nose. Scents can easily be masked, destroyed, whatever." Not really in the mood for argument, or much of anything else really. She was acting calm and didn't want to think about how she was really feeling.
"Everything is going well, I assume?"
"Oh yes."
"Do you have any samples yet for me to proccess?"
"Patience, Right Hand. These biological matters take about ten days. You will have time afterwards."
"But it's unnecessary. Her cells, your cells, a test tube. Child. I did it easily enough with your body."
"It's about the deed. He did it, I must also do it. His empired will fall, mine will rule through eternity. Oh yes."
"I see."
"Patience, patience. You can have all the fun your soulless body desires, when you have a working sample that is."
"Are you going to see her again then?"
"Oh yes. I must ensure that she breeds."
"What are you going to do this time?"
"That is a good question. Who frightens you the most?"
"My father."
"Ooo, that is a good one." He smiled.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 5:01 pm
"I put no faith in anything. I'm not my father, I don't have faith. I know what I can do, and I told you. false scents and real scents are distinguishable. save those made by an expert in magical manipulations fo that kind. My father woudl sit for hours in one room. just sitting there. when he was done, he woudl come out and coudl tell you how many people were in there, how long they stayed..and name names."
A snort.
"The Hunt is all that matters anymore. It's all that life has left, when you don't have a mate, when there's no pride or lands of your own. The only thrill left is the hunt. to track prey, chase it down, and the kill..only to start another hunt, to take the other's place."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:46 am
She lay there for a long time, her mind mulling over the different things she learned from those books, trying to figure out all the different combinations. There were many things that seh had questions about, issues that she would need help with and then she'd ask Sevilin. He would help her, he'd probably get that know it all smirk on his face, possibly even snicker and tease about her thinking she had it all. If he was in a good mood that was, if he was in a bad mood, well she oculd expect him to be silent and brooding. He did that a lot, it seemed when something unsettled him or he found himself in a strange situation he didn't like. Of course at the same time he had his moments where he looked rather cute. There were times she saw him down at the end of the table and he was so engrossed in his studies he couldnt' catch her watching him, those times when she saw his passion for rune magery and his love for Nym. Indeed he loved that little fuzzball. She recalled the time she'd caught him playing with him on the ground, outside when she'd come out to see the horses. It had been a truly precious picture and just showed how well he treated one he cherished. What would it be like to be cherished by Sevilin? He knew more when it came to sexual exploits, after all if tradition had been followed he'd been broken into the sexual arts a long time ago. Her eyes darkened as she recalled what it had been like to be kissed by him, his long, lean body pressed so close to hers, the feel of his breath on her sensitive ears and even that moment before their lips had actually touched. She touched her lips for a moment and leaned back sighing softly, that one kiss had rocked her very core and she found herself wishing she could feel it again....
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 9:19 am
She sighed lightly but didn't make a move to push him off of her or pull away from him. But merely stayed leaned on her elbows on the table, letting him soothe her as he may please. Though a little chuckly at the situation being brought up. "He still deserved it and I'll never apologize for that one. Strict no touching policy." Piper sighed once more, letting one are drop to the table as she turned her head to look over her shoulder some at Malik. "Surface elf, with a Drow complex...quite the run for your love, isn't it?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 12:10 pm
"and only a very special elf could ever hope to pull that one off. on both counts."
Making sure to work all the tension out of her muscles, going from ehr shoudler to her back. of course various pressure points and areas of the like were known to any drow or tier'dal warrior. that way they coudl be deadly and effective even if weaponless. but it worked in reverse as well. knowing how hte body responds to pressure points and the areas aroudn those points coudl help relax and soothe muscles overworked. which was a reason also that massuses were very rarely used or trusted in Neriak. you never knew if it was an honest massuse, or an assassin.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 2:44 pm
It was about this point that he was more or less reducing her to content sighs and soft pleasurable moans. When he set his mind to doing somthing, he did it flying colors indeed. It was quite the nice thing about him really and he always put forth his best effort when it came to her. Though Piper gave a giggles. "Isn't this situation usually reversed, A'mael?" Yes, this could turn out ot be quite the pleasant evening.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:03 pm
A slight chuckle, while his magic hands kept working over her tense muscles.
"Usually. But I think this time it's you who needs teh stree relief, rather than me. after all, you're taking it harder at present than I am. not to mention you know I like having my hands on you."
A slight roguish grin, leaning down and kissing over her shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:49 pm
"Oh but how can I help but take it hard with distractions and annoyance after annoyance, after annoyance." Though another one of those soft melodic laughs to follow up. "Oh you do, do you? Are you sure? I really just can't imagine that you would." That playful tone and a flick of gold to her eyes as they blinked softly. Okay so she was mad at him earlier but they both knew he oh so easily got her out of her bad moods. Though Piper striaghtened in her chair and pushed his hands off a moment but held tight to one as she stood and turned to face him. For a moment she merely played with his fingers before giving him a tug. "Well...since you like having your hands on me so much, and I wont' deny that I enjoy them as well...why don't we go spoil each other, hm?" One of those little grins of hers that spoke of the ideas brewing between her lopsided ears.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:12 pm
Malik chuckled lightly and scooped her up, giving her one of those roguish stolen but breathtaking kisses, and carried her upstairs.
"By all means, lets do just that. You know I love to spoil you."
in that oh so alluring bedroom voice. He Malik knew how to throw on teh charm when he wanted to.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:34 pm
"And you do such a good job of it to A'mael." Another rather devilish chuckle from her as they made their way into that room, the door closing and being bolted as usual. And everyone knew better than to interrupt them...unless they wanted to face horror among horrors for the crime they would commit. Besides...the screaming that would ensue and no doubt last most of the night was enough of an indicator to say 'keep out'.
He was sure he hated her....hated her to no end. Because of what she was and who she was, what she thought she was...who she thought he should be, probably every male that crossed her path for that matter. But his mind was stuck on her...she invaded his thoughts for some reason this morning...thought he was slightly suspicious as to why.
Sevilin didn't want to think about her, have her stuck in his head. Didn't want his mind to conjure the image of her sitting across the table and stealing those little looks he knew she took...didn't want to hear her voice resonating in his mind between his ears whether it lacked venom or not. Didn't want to know that touch of her hand as she had run it over his cheek, be it in false gentleness or not. Didn't want to know her scent...a scent that was indescribable and wrapped around oneself, enticing, but purely screamed Zahara. And those eyes...those violet eyes that were a rarity among their kind, amethyst depths tha- "Ow!"
A sound bite to one's finger always worked. You're day dreaming again. Chitter. He sat on the table in front of his friend who seemed to have taken a trip to lala land. What did that self runing he did last night still have hold. Come on you, you have lessons to give. Nym was patiently watching as Sevilin shook his head before getting up and taking to what he had been doing before the drow offered his arm and Nym leaped up, taking perch on this shoulder for the ride to the fortress.
What time was it? Perfectly sated beyond belief, Piper's triple colored eyes fluttered open, the gold flicking and shining off of some light that was present in the normally dark room. Sitting up and holding the sheets close in pre Underdark dawn chill, she looked around for the source. Her eyes came to settle on the little sun spot holder that her father had given her. It was quietly turning slowly. Oh...when did that get turned on last night? Eyes fluttered up to the ceiling where a starry surface night that was fading quickly to a calm surface dawn. She smiled fondly at the sight but reached a hand over, ready to clamp that thing shut. No need to rudely wake Malik up after all. Hand still poised she leaned back with a sigh, turning her head to look at Malik's reverie tranced form, her other hand moving to caress over his cheek, letting fingers trail down to trace his lips. Eyes turned back to watch a dawn that wasn't there come about.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:52 pm
After a while of studying she got up and took a bath, then returned to her room without dressing. Who cared anyhow? She'd be up long before Sevilin came to teach her since seh wasn't letting her mind obtain any reverie. Laying there with the book open, and a soft smile on her lips she finally was calm and relaxed, but her mind was slowly pressing her toward reverie and with Sevilin on her mind, she had no time to freak out about it. She didn't even notice when she dropped into the trance like state the book still open beside her. she shifted somewhat under the covers as a particularly nice reverie overtook her and her mind finally received the rest it craved after so long.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:04 pm
Of course, the slaves had prepared for the outfit Malik had chosen for her to wear as per the deal, and other clothing in her room was taken for 'laundering'. at least the slaves couldn't get in trouble, they were told to launder her clothes. a nice green harem outift. a sheer belly shirt, one pair of dark green panties, and a pair of sheer pants.
The artifical sunrise did make malik stir abit, and mumble slightly and roll on his side, shoign the scratches all over his back from her, and some on his arms for that matter.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:21 pm
He was expertly quiet about pushing open that door today. If anyone was going to catch him off guard it would have to try very very hard. No he was taking precautions, letting his paranoia's win out over everything else. Sevilin had come to the conclusion that he was horribly out of sorts for thinking the way he was. Or maybe he knew who to point a finger of blame at...a certain drow cousin.
Though the quiet of the house annoyed him as well. He thought he made himself clear? For that woman to be up and ready to go by the time he got here. Just went to show that you couldn't ask someone to do anything and expect it to get done at all. Heading upstairs he made his way to her room and grasped the handle and was about to yank her door open...when he thought better about it. The woman slept in nothing...no need to mess with his head. So then, a firm knock on the door. "Zahara, get up."
She shook her head lightly at his mumbling before fingers deftly shut the little device, shutting out a sun that had been trying to make it's way over some undefined horizon. A sigh and a moment of staring at the ceiling that had gone dark, gold being snuffed out in her eyes as she closed them a moment. Oh to bask in the sun on a lazy summer day. But with another sigh her eyes opened and she turned her attention back to Malik, taking survey of him. Well, she had quite the time with him didn't she? A look under sheets gave her insight to her own bruising that was starting to show in her hips. Yes it had been one passionate night. Sitting up some and moving closer to him she ran a hand down his arm, leaning down to press a kiss to his shoulder. "I'm sorry A'mael." Whispered into his ear softly...sometimes she really was bothered by how much she tore him up...at least they were mostly just surface scratches that didn't break the skin...just irritating. Gently she took to pressing kisses to those scratches to go with the apology.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:44 pm
That voice, she knew that voice and it screamed to her senses and pulled her out of the deep reverie she'd fallen into. Blinking for a moment she ran her hands over her face and yelled, "I'm up. I'll be down in a minute." Then she stood up and yawned, stretching her lithe body. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, a nice long night of reverie and she had more energy than she'd had in quite a while. Her good mood remained until she reached for her clothes and found none. Where were all her clothes?! She went through her entire room, rapidly rooting through drawers and closet space but not a single scrap of her own clothes could be found. Just that see through silk sitting there mocking her. "Damn you Malik..." She had no choice but to don that slave's outfit and considered her boots. At least she still had those but after she pulled them on, it just looked horrible. Damn her and her need to look good, barefoot it was. That book was lifted into her arm and she strolled downstairs ignoring the looks she got and plopped into a chair. "Don't you say a word..." It was disconcerting to see him when he'd been in her thoughts so much lately and she quickly flipped open her book and stared pointedly at it.
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