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 Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 12:24 pm
The night had treated her well. With the war on Zion, more and more strapping young gents were sent away to train, to fight, and to die and her little herd as she liked to call it dwindled dangerously. It was the dying part of the war that made Lenore rather upset at the whole situation. Not that she cared if they died, oh no, quite the contrary. Lenore was an accomplished murderess herself. It was more that they died before they ever had a chance to… shall we say, please her.
And that’s what had made last night so wondrous. A small group of soon-to-be soldiers had wandered into her domain on Redite Street, looking for a good time. A particularly handsome, dark haired fellow had been incredibly pleased with his good fortune when Lenore had sidled up to him. It was a matter of moments before she had him in her chambers a few doors down. And now, his still-warm, naked corpse awaited discovery by the Watch’s patrol behind a well-known and respectable spinsters’ house. The irony of that still brought a wicked smile to her lips.
So it was that Lenore found herself amid the pre-dawn traffic in a well-to-do quarter of Chronopolis, tragically enveloped head to foot in a richly spun deep sapphire cloak. Not an inch of her shapely limbs or radiant face could be seen. Her attire without the covering would draw far too much attention here, and her face would surely be remembered. Despite the lush and soft nature of the fabric, it chaffed at her skin which itched to be uncovered and share her many endowments with the few men who were out at this early hour. She walked languidly, not wanting the cloak to flutter and reveal something of herself someone might recall. She was tall enough that she suspected most thought she was a man, which suited her perfectly for the moment. It wouldn’t do to have that impression change.
Her soft steps, unhurried pace, and fine dress separated her from those about at the moment; mostly just a handle of servants sent on errands to be finished before their lord rose for breakfast. Lenore never scoffed at such work. It kept one fit and trim, and attract persons could be found in any station. She kept a sharp eye out for her next victim, her unnatural lust already beginning to eat at her.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 1:57 pm
The night air was, for the most part, pleasant. The lord of Chronopolis was taking a stroll in the town nearby the castle grounds. Unlike the day, there were no citizens, council members, or captains bothering him about issues in the night unless it was an emergency. There was a light breeze, light enough to play with the strands of his dark hair, but not enough to cause a ruckus or a major hair disaster… not that he truly cared.
Lord Thomas was dressed less formally, but still appeared somewhat formal as would suit his character in his capacity as the lord of the city. On this night, he had chosen to go with darker colored clothes to blend in more with the night shades. He was completely decked out in black with the exception of a few designs in silver. The top half of his body held a dress shirt, topped with a simple vest. Though there really was no need for a belt, one with a silver belt buckle held his black pants up underneath the vest. A pair of almost knee high boots covered his feet. Similar to Lenore, he also had cloak, but it was as dark as the night. The lord also had not brought any weapons with him. There was no need for any, and he wasn’t out to make anyone submit to him with a sword point to that person’s throat.
As he walked along, he noticed something somewhat amusing in the distance by sense: a dead body behind one of the houses in the wealthier district. That was a matter for the guard and the detectives. Whether or not it was related to the Redite string of murders was for the inspectors to investigate. He would not involve himself in it unless it got to a ridiculously drastic point.
Alas, the day would be approaching rather soon as he noticed the escalation of the pre-dawn rush for some of the servants and business people scurrying about in the streets to complete errands before the sun rose. That meant, his time of peace could very well be coming to an end too. There was a council meeting that he had to attend to, though he usually deferred it to Allen since the High Guard Captain had the knowledge and the skills to deal with the council. Luckily, however, in their rush, the people did not take too much notice of him despite his much taller height. It helped that he was masking his aura, as usual.
But something else that the pre morning “partiers” didn’t seem to notice, Thomas did. There was someone dressed in an extravagant cloak walking along, sticking out like a sore thumb in the midst of the others on the roads. Perhaps, someone sneaking home before their parents found out of a secret meeting with a love. The lord’s face was expressionless as it had been countless times before. There was something else about the sapphire cloaked figure. He dismissed the thought and wandered on, haphazardly crossing paths with the person once again at another road intersection. He unintentionally would be walking in front of her at that intersection, coming into the intersection from a different road.
((His eyes are blue.))
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 4:33 pm
Just about the time she’d convinced herself to break stride and march out of the area, cloak and disguise be damned, something ahead at the crossroad caught her eye. She paused, just enough to let the tantalizing figure a small head start in front of her. Her head cocked to the side as she smiled coyly. Breakfast?
He looked to be her very favorite type of victim: young enough to be handsome but old enough to be experienced. He was cut from good cloth from the look of it, sporting very stylish clothing and accoutrements. Something about him seemed familiar, like she knew him. Perhaps she’d had his brother or something. She wondered how many sibling or father-son pairs she’d taken before? Too many to count, to be sure. Good looks and… fortunate endowments seemed to run in families. She recalled one group of seven fine young blonde brothers she’d slowly lured in one by one. It was helpful that they were more susceptible the longer she stalked the group. Grief, always a weakness, apparently made one susceptible to craving fine company.
But what luck for her! Sometimes it could take days or weeks to find a new victim. At such times, she would nearly die from the physical hunger of her cravings. But here he was, this handsome dark-haired beauty. She altered her course to follow him, keeping a fair distance back. This was not one whom she could persuade as easily as her companion last night who had sought her out. No, he would require more energy and effort to lure in. She smiled darkly to herself: it was to be a good stalk, then. She was up for a challenge. Just unlucky for him when she finally caught up to him. After the tease and tantalization caused from weeks of stalking a good victim, she was monstrous in the bedroom.
Where is your nest, little nightbird? she pondered as he continued on. If Lenore could find his home, she would certainly have more to work with. Approaching was out of the question for the moment. She had to acquire a sense of the gentleman’s tastes and habits before she could make an appropriate and attractive overture.
There was never a question of if she would have him—there never was with these human males. She had yet to fail in stalking a target. The only question was when. How long could he hold out? When would the last of his inhibitions fade away and he yield to her?
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 5:41 pm
The tall lord continued walking, taking no notice of the sapphire cloaked woman following him from behind. He looked around normally every now and then to take in the sights and the occurrences around the area. Everything was peaceful besides the one or two bartering disputes between a shop merchant and a wise buyer.
He approached a fruit stand and greeted the merchant, covering his own face in the process and using the darkness to mask his identity. “An apple for the walk,” he said with a slight tone of humor to the shopkeeper, picking an apple off the stand and handing the merchant the appropriate amount in payment. “Thank you.” There was that human saying that “an apple a day keeps the doctor away” after all. Perhaps, later Thomas would eat it, pass it off to Forest, or use it as ammunition if the need arose to interrupt a situation.
Earlier that night, due to an unfortunate mishap, the Sea Guard Captain, Kevin, had cooked dinner. No one besides Kevin had eaten much if any. In fact, the lord was certain everyone had gone to the kitchen after dinner for a rather large “snack.” While Kevin was well meaning, the captain just could not cook even if he could pick out the best quality in seafood and fish. Apparently, despite the kitchen staff knowing of Kevin’s “skill,” the captain had convinced them that it would be different. It wasn’t. The lord had a high tolerance, and still preferred not to touch Kevin’s creations. Luckily, compared to the rest of captains and staff, Thomas could stomach a wider variety of food and did not need to eat regularly, and he didn’t despite the High Guard Captain and second in command Allen finding out once and yelling at him.
After wandering the streets another twenty minutes, the man veered off road and headed to an abandoned tower that had been boarded off. The tower was off limits to the citizens due to supposed dangers and instabilities in the building. Despite its so called instability, the tower was rather high and gave a nice view of the city from one aspect.
The area around the tower was dark and unlit with any lights. The lord seemed to know the area well as the darkness didn’t seem to impede him. He slipped through the boarded up door, sliding his body through the holes between two boards. The holes, however, seemed smaller than his body, yet he slipped through. Once in, he began the trip up the steps of the tower to the top.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 7:32 am
Lenore watched the man run his little errands and meander about the streets. If he wasn’t in a hurry, then neither was she. She passed the fruit stand where he’d purchased his apple, glancing at the owner briefly but finding nothing of interest. It didn’t seem to be a place he frequented. What had brought him out at this hour? His meandering seemed to take no particular course, so perhaps a simple stroll was all he was about this morning for. That would be a fortunate habit for him to have. It presented… possibilities.
She whispered silently behind him, ghosting his steps like a demonic shade. If there was a pattern or particular destination in his perambulating, she could not divine it. After perhaps twenty minutes of careful shadowing, he took a sudden turn off of the road into an abandoned property. A few boards over the windows and door marked the structure thereon as condemned, but this seemed to phase her mark little.
Hmm, my pretty nightbird, is this where you call home? Perhaps he was a thief or some other type of criminal and he made his home in this spiraling tower. In that case, he might be interested in her… wares. Those in society’s underworld seemed to hold far fewer prejudices against her trade. Perhaps she might slip inside after him. The place seemed private enough.
His soft steps were audible to her sharp ears. It sounded like he was climbing the stairs. After giving him a moment, she quietly approached the tower’s boarded doorway. A frown pulled at the corners of her luscious, full lips. How had he managed to enter? The space was not adequate to admit someone of his size, and her curvaceous figure could never hope to squeeze through an opening so small. Examining the boards carefully, she found that they were nailed firmly in place. She possessed the strength to remove them, but if she did, she risked making a noise which would alert her prey. She stole a glance inside through the space between the boards, but nothing seemed helpful there, either. Think you can give me the slip, little nightbird? she thought as she looked for another method of entry.
Any windows higher than ten or so feet off the ground lacked proper boarding, but she scorned the thought of scaling the tower wall or climbing a tree. Instead, she walked around the side until she found a window in what she thought was an unoccupied and out of the way section of the building. She worked at the planks carefully, prying at them with her slender and unnaturally strong hands. It was quick work, though slightly noisy with the creak of wood. Hopefully enough time had elapsed since she had first examined the door that he couldn't hear. If he were up the tower, that would be the case. Well, it would be the case if he were human.
With a triumphant grin and quick glance around the deserted room, she slipped inside.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:46 am
The lord had taken his time up the steps rather silently with the exception of a few creaks from the wood, but even so, with his speed, he had made it up to the top of the tower by the time Lenore made it in. His ear had picked up a small creak from below that wasn’t from his steps. At first, he dismissed it as the wind, but something else told him otherwise; the presence of an aura and the fact that the wind was not so strong as to aggravate the wood. After a momentary pause, the man opened the door to the top level of the tower underneath the roof level and entered, leaving the door half open. He would be clearly visible from the back if someone happened to peek in through the door to the top level.
The top level of the tower also held an outdoor balcony and two rooms. The one door that opened onto the top level was the main “lobby,” held the connections to the other two rooms, and also led out to the balcony. In one of the two rooms, there was a ladder to the roof of the tower. That room resembled what could have been a study, a break room, or even an arms storage room as there were shelves, racks, and a table or two scattered about with chairs. The other room resembled more of a rest area and living quarters and led out onto another balcony. This room had comfier chairs and some other furniture. Whatever the case, mostly everything was dusty to some extent and invaded by cobwebs, but the dust had been disturbed, hinting that someone had come by, not quite leaving the tower alone for long periods of time.
Thomas made his way to the balcony in the main lobby. He removed his cloak and draped it on the back of a chair nearby, after brushing the chair off slightly. Fingering the apple and tossing it up a few times before placing it on a small table next to the chair, Thomas let his gaze fall on the view. Clearly, the view wasn’t as extravagant or as encompassing as one from the top of the castle, but he had other reasons for coming here.
A small sigh, and the lord pulled out a book and opened it, propping it on the balcony railing. There really wasn’t much light, and Thomas didn’t plan on lighting anything to bring attention to the empty tower. Despite the lack of light, Thomas was perusing the book. A book on Zion. His left eyebrow went slightly up when he read a line. It was certainly amusing when rumors and fact began to mix from fear to form books that were not the least bit accurate.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 4:29 pm
Looking around the room, Lenore found nothing to warrant closing the tower, unless bad taste and lack of cleaning were reasons to prevent entry. The dust on the floor was maybe a half inch thick with no other footprints besides the odd shaped triangles and dots that her blue, crystal-draped stilettos left. She wrinkled her nose, realizing that she would be filthy upon leaving the place. As she moved, her cloak stirred up whorls of dust and clung to her sapphire themed attired like powdered snow.
She quietly stalked through the room's door into an equally ill-kept hallow, working back towards the main chamber with the stair. Mice skittered somewhere nearby, squeaking angrily at being disturbed. Upon entering the second or third room, the dust had decreased noticeably, and she took a moment to rid herself of as much of the grime as she could. One door further and she found herself near the spiraling staircase that lead up the tower's many stories.
The dust here had been disturbed recently; footprints in the thin layer lead her up the stairs. She took them slowly, mindful that the building had been condemned, but more and more suspicious that it was all a facade. She was careful to lift her cloak to prevent wiping the dust away and walked in the footsteps left by her prey.
It took her only a few moments to climb the stairs; the exertion did not even leave her winded. She slowed as she reached the upper levels, following the footprints to the top floor. He'd left the door open, so she crouched on the top few stairs, stealing furtive glances into the room. His back was to her, so she was not overly worried of being discovered.
Ah, at last! I've got you now, little nightbird. She grinned, congratulating herself on her fine detective work and assumptions. Now she faced a dilemma. If she followed him into the room, he would doubtless be defensive of her presence in his illicit abode. She could leave, but even over the dust, the smell of his flesh enticed her onward. She was torn somewhere between the two, crouching on the stair until she contented herself to watch him a while longer before making a decision. Perhaps when he slept, she would sneak in and charm him in his dreams.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 5:40 pm
The lord continued perusing the book in slight amusement. Useless. The book was useless and would only continue to fuel the rumors that were floating around already about Zion and demons in general… not that all the rumors were unfounded. Those from Zion could be quite dangerous depending on the situation and the type of people.
The matter that he had come to the tower for was not urgent, and he did not intend on being prompt for the council meeting. In fact, there was a high possibility that he would miss it since the topics on the plate were not of such high level that he couldn’t glean the happenings through Allen’s briefing. The lord could take his sweet time and entertain himself for the moment.
Hmm… With nothing else to do with the book but read with mere amusement at the warped words of the book that revered in innocent falsity, Thomas snapped the book closed, the impact stirring up even more dust. With a small chuckle, he tossed the book over his head behind him. It would land, relative to his position, just in front of the door that opened into the top level, displacing the dust around where it landed and sending the dust flying. The book slid slightly forward, and after the dust settled, Lenore would definitely be able to see what the book’s subject matter was.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:04 am
Watching the figure was not in the least boring to Lenore who contented herself to imagine what pleasures she would carry out with his soft, smooth body yielding in her hands. She twirled a finger in her hair absently and ran her tongue over her lips and fangs. Each delicious movement of his arm or breeze tousled hair she savored, noting the smooth ripple of muscle and bone beneath skin.
He snapped the book shut suddenly, drawing her out of her reverie. He laughed then, a sly and knowing chuckle. The sound of it thrilled her. She realized she’d never heard him spoke and suddenly was overtaken by the desire to hear his vocal chords lifted in praise to her, or perhaps issuing moans of gratification caused by her… actions.
He threw the book away, and it landed close to her. With nose wrinkled in distaste at the stirred dust, she peered curiously at the tome he had been reading. Her curiosity quickly turned to suspicion as she realized what precisely the topic of his reading had been. This was no ordinary handsome felon. She would have to be extremely careful if she was to trick him. Apparently, he’d been reading into the subject, although, from the exposed pages she could read, it seemed that he had selected a poor choice to get any actual information. Perhaps that was why he’d thrown it away…?
Despite the sudden warning sounding in her mind, his blood called for her, sang to her, lulled her suspicions and fears until they seemed but petty worries. She rustled slightly, rearranging her wings beneath her blouse and cloak, making sure they were pressed especially close to her back.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 6:45 pm
After once again gazing out into the open and hearing no movement towards the top level, he nodded. The vest was not very comfortable, and since he was in an abandoned tower, there was no need to be so formal with no one around ... with the exception of extremely rare unfortunate stragglers. He unbuttoned his vest and laid it on the seat of the same chair that his cape was on, leaving the top half of his body covered only by a button down dress shirt layered with white neck ruffles on the collar.
A small amused smile formed on Thomas’s face as he turned toward the door and headed over, intending to pick up the useless book. “Ah, appearances can be deceiving after all… as a saying goes, one can’t judge a book by its cover…” he mused softly, though Lenore’s sharp ears would pick up his words perfectly.
The lord slowly knelt down to his knees to pick up the book. Once he had picked it up, his blue eyes drifted to where the sapphire cloaked figure was, the blue in his eyes reflecting slightly and rather strangely in the darkness. He continued to maintain his gaze as he rose to his full height on his feet. “Well, what have we here?” The smile had left his face, leaving his facial expression indifferent. “An innocent trespasser?” The night still reigned, making it easier to conveniently tuck away traces of any unwanted occurrences.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 1:15 pm
His warmth simply radiated off of his body in waves. The motion of removing his vest sent a flood of his delicious scent and heat into the room. She doubted he was aware of the phenomenon, but it thrilled her. Her senses heightened and she tensed, fighting the urges slowly building within. She’d had this battle with her nature before and knew how to manipulate her desires, but this was harder than it had been recently. Her exploits earlier lay all but forgotten.
Lenore had little idea what the man in black meant by his words. If she had, she’d have turned tail and fled from the tower with all haste. As it was, she was too enraptured by the sound of his voice to be paying much attention to what he said anyways. So smooth and cultured…. She still had no guesses as to what her little nightbird did to earn his living, and the few clues she had gathered did not seem to fit together into a cohesive image. It mattered less and less.
So enraptured was she that she almost failed to note that he was walking towards the discarded book. Too late she started to quickly and quietly back down the steps. She froze as he crouched, hoping his eyes would not wander, or that perhaps her dark cloak would hide her adequately in the darkness.
It appeared as though it had not.
Mirroring his motion, she fluidly rose to her feet. A grin flashed across her features. She wouldn’t need to wait, perhaps, at all. Pulling back her hood slowly, she smiled radiantly at him. “Perhaps no so innocent, dear nightbird.” She used her imagined pet name for him, liking how it seemed to suit him even more once it was spoken. Her voice was rich and silken, like creamy chocolate or warmed honey. “You would not mind a little company,” she took a step forward cautiously, “would you?”
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 2:17 pm
The lady’s long wavy golden hair cascaded outward as the hood dropped to fully reveal her fair face and complete head. Thomas could see her features more clearly now. Her skin was flawlessly smooth, and she seemed to shine with a certain glow. Most, if not all normal men, would find her appearance, just by a look at her face, pleasing. It suited the lady’s nature. Her sweet melodious voice was enough to pull them in, giving them a false sense of security. But the key word was “normal.” The lord of Chronopolis did not quite fit well in that category. It still held that he was male though. Her fiery passionate red eyes met his icy cold blue ones.
Dear nightbird, hmm? After a moment, as she stepped toward him, the lord returned her smile, though it was a very slight smile and not the least bit radiant as hers was. If anything, it had a very small hint of darkness behind it. He motioned with his left hand toward the breadth of the top level, beckoning her to enter and inviting her to go wherever she wanted on the level. “I suppose.” He motioned to the book on Zion. “The light reading unfortunately was rather disappointing.” Let us hope you will not be.
The lord turned away from the glimmering lady and his gaze drifted once again to the view by the balcony. The smile on his face widened just slightly. “However, I wonder what would possess a little night bird to call someone else one.” It was not a threat, just an “innocent remark.”
((There could have been two ways I saw him reacting. This one was the nicer way.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 8:46 pm
She returned his small smile with a completely dazzling one, not noticing his darker nature. Stepping forward further at his invitation, her eyes sparkled delightfully. “Many a kind and heartfelt thanks,” she said with the truest ring of sincerity. Far too distracted to take much note of his comment on the reading, she dallied a moment by his person as she passed him to enter the room.
“Oh?” she called over her shoulder, listening to his ‘innocent remark.’ “I would hope that you find my plumage somewhat less drab than the shadowy night bird.” With a sly grin she slipped her cloak off of her shoulders slowly, revealing her glistening, curvaceous body inch by tantalizing inch. Today, she sported her usual amount of clothing, which is to say, not very much at all. Everything she wore coordinated in color and quality with her cloak. Her dress, if you could call it that and not a long tunic, was made of a sheer sapphire material which shimmered gold wherever the light struck it. The bodice she wore, demurely laced from top to bottom, was the only thing keeping her top half at all decent. A gold sash cinched about her waist matched the waves of her hair which fell unbound to just brush the floor and highlighted her figure. A free flowing pleated miniskirt made from fine silk of an accenting dark blue just barely covered her adequately enough to not be considered a public nuisance. To top it all off, her stilettoed feet were clad in a pair of blue-dyed strappy leather sandals accented with gold charms dangling off of them.
With an ethereal grace she sauntered over to the chair his own cloak rested upon and with a mischievous expression, she tossed her own on top of his. She paused, fussing with her hair a moment. Walking over to a dusty mirror she looked at it a moment, pulling it back and then releasing it again. Silly men found the gesture attractive for some reason. But it usually worked like a charm, so she didn’t argue with the reasoning.
“I do not suppose that you have a name?” she asked, still supposedly preoccupied with her reflection. In truth, she was paying close attention to every minute motion he made, using the mirror to watch him. When she figured it would seem self-absorbed to look at herself any longer, she turned to him and smiled warmly. “Mine’s Lenore.”
((Lol, you know that I can handle mean, if that’s more in character for Thomas.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 9:13 am
((Well, I’m not sure if “mean” would be the right word for it. Heh. I looked through some past references to him, and it seems he has varied responses depending on what errand he’s running. Whatever the case, there’s always some twist with the words at some point with a darker meaning. So, either reaction would have worked with his character, and yes, I’m sure you could handle “mean” or anything I throw at you.
Uh, I’m going to assume the wings aren’t revealed?))
The dark haired lord turned back to face the golden haired lady when she spoke. However, he simply nodded in response to her thanks coupled with her dazzling smile and eager eyes. He watched her pass him, a slight smile still remaining on his face.
The smile left his face when she removed her cloak slowly to reveal the rest of her perfect figure and the delicate yet extravagant entourage she bore. Although he could have, the lord hadn’t turned away during the process. A realization hit him. This woman was very likely, if not the same, the woman with the blinding clothes flaring out in the crowds on one of the festival days, the same day the little brat Forest had rigged the stage to collapse underneath him after he had completed the opening remarks. Perhaps, the inconvenient bright glare had caused him not to notice the trap that day.
“We shall see.”
The woman knew how to match her clothes with a certain style, Thomas thought… not that he was an expert on clothes. If he was an expert, he would have worn a vest that looked decent and wasn’t uncomfortable. The sapphire of her “dress” shimmered gold in the rare instances that light struck it, allowing it to blend in fittingly with the night. The brilliant gold sash draped off her waist matched her hair, which was much longer than Thomas had perceived at first. It only stood out more now that her full body was unveiled. However, as dazzling as her clothes was, Thomas had the feeling that she was from the Redite District. After all, what normal upstanding citizen of Chronopolis would wear this type of glamorous contraption?
The lord noted the height difference between the two of them with the lady’s stiletoes. She was only a few inches below him in height, taller than some of his captains and many in the city. He pondered for a moment the potentially hazardous and amusing situation if he recruited her to be Forest’s caretaker and how the castle staff would react; poorly or hopelessly distracted depending on gender and personal preferences.
He continued watching as the lady pranced over and flung her own cloak playfully over his and went to the mirror to check herself. Women always had a thing for mirrors and checking their own appearances. In truth, this Lenore, as she had named herself, had the beauty to rival some of the most attractive ladies that he had met in his travels, and he wasn’t limiting this comparison to simply humans. He had included demons, though if he mentioned it to any of them, they would probably, if they could, go after this Lenore in competition.
Thomas walked further into the room, his eyes swaying from his view of Lenore. He was once again headed for the balcony, although the direction took him closer to the lady and the dusty mirror. He turned to her once again when she spoke though. She was still taking her time with the mirror. It wasn’t as if her hair was a disaster, but then again, Thomas never truly fully understood the fascination women had with hair. He didn’t have long flowy hair, and he could care less if the wind ruffled it.
“Thomas,” he said curtly. Though he was being informal, he still kept with some of the formalities. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Lenore.” However, he did not reach for her hand to kiss it. This was a game.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:12 pm
(( sweatdrop Yes, no wings visible. Her dress is colored solid and drapey on the upper half of back, per usual. I meant for to say that; it slipped my mind, I was too busy describing. razz ))
For a male, this Thomas character sure was not very accommodating. He hardly seemed at all happy and spoke so stiffly! If anything, her "unveiling" should have made him far more pleasant and amenable, not flinty and distant. She recalled how very little she knew about him. What a strange character! She was half tempted to let him live a while, just to cure her sheer boredom. The thought was tempting, especially if he could be made to be more... pliable.
Returning his steeliness with more radiating warmth, she closed the distance between them and slipped her arm around his own in a gesture of camaraderie. It was indeed a game of strategy, one Lenore had played with countless men before this Thomas character. Initial physical contact was a huge barrier, one she did not plan on letting slow her down any.
She was again struck by his warmth and intoxicating scent. It was so completely alluring and exotic, like no other human she had ever met before. His blood simply sang for her; she could feel each rush of his heartbeat in the marrow of her bones. Her head was completely clouded with various lusts vying for attention, and she swooned just a little. With a careful exercise of will and no small amount of past practice, she fought back the desire to push him to the floor and have him immediately. Such urges were... infrequent in this degree of strength but the longer she denied herself, the more passionate their embrace would be when she finally exercised her art. A good solid half of ecstasy could be found in the prelude to the act.
"To the balcony, then, kind Thomas? I think I might need some air," she said with another charismatic smile, gently pulling him out with her. Yes, air that wasn't completely saturated in fire, redolence, and concupiscence. Besides, Thomas had made as if to go there before he had paused at her question, and she took this as a sign that perhaps he'd like for her to join him there. Even if that were not the case before, it was now that they were arm-in-arm looking out over the city.
The night air did help take the edge off, and she took a deep, steadying breath. "Why, that is so much better!" she exclaimed cheerfully. "Why do you ever make bed in such an old, musty tower?" She was attempting to draw him into conversation, perhaps so that she could learn more of him. It was always nice to know the life you were about to ruin. That made it seem so much more fun.
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