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 Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 10:11 am
The cacophony of roasting meats and voises forced the cold Autumn air away from the large port village. Taurs of all shapes, sizes, genders, and species gathered in the warm shops to trade the last of their wares before Winter came. Everyone who was anyone was there, and that was precisely what Quintessa was counting on.
She rubbed her arms together underneath her flimsy cloak to stave off the chills. With attentive eyes she scanned the crowd before going back to the scroll her Master had given her;
Male. Young adult. Foxtaur. Greenish fur.
And underneath all that was a brief description of a personality and distinguishing features written in haste by their client. Her cattaur blood made her curious as to why such a young man would be targeted, but that wasn't her busy. Killing was.
She rolled the tiny scroll back up and stuck it between her bosom. Quintessa snatch her spear up off the ground and with her head held high, set off to search.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 10:41 am
 Blissfully unaware of what was to come, the young adult male foxtaur with greenish fur was currently participating in a throwing game with some other males. He was enjoying himself at the moment, watching as the other males tried to get the ball into the hoop far over their heads. Only a couple had made it yet, himself being one of them.
When the last male had taken his turn, and missed the hoop, Gabriel let out a laugh. "All right! The ones who made it will have to go again." While the crew fanned out, he stepped up and grabbed up the ball they had been using. In actuality, the ball was just a heavy rock, and perhaps a bit too heavy for these purposes. But, since he had been one of the few to be successful, he wasn't about to complain.
He turned to look at the crowds, the ones who watched and the ones who passed by. He smiled brightly. He loved being in the middle of things, where the action was.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 10:54 am
Following the flow of the crowd, the feral cat ended up in a group. By the way they were talking and the general excitement, she assumed it was some kind of sport and stepped up. Quintessa snarled at a female who didn't want to give up her spot and 'politely' nudged her out of the way to be on the front line, where she pulled to a dead halt. "What in the-?" She let her mouth hang open. Didn't these men have anything better to do with their time than to act like cubs?
Then he turned around and her eyes locked onto him. Instant recognition burned through her. Young Adult. Foxtaur. Greenish fur. "Gabriel," She murmured. This was her mark. It was a waste that he was so handsome, but orders were orders and she felt no regret. All she had to do was reel him in.
Quintessa brushed her cloth to the sides of her shoulders, exposing her 'assets' and smiled, clappng her hands and cheering with the rest.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 1:30 pm
Taking his shot, Gabriel winced as the rock teetered on the edge of the hoop... and sat there. The other males burst out laughing as he looked at it in shock, simply blinking at it. "I'd like to see the rest of you do that! That is skill right there." He teased at those laughing, a wide grin lighting his own face.
Walking up to the post holding the hoop, and now the rock as well, he gave the crowd another cursory glance. If he didn't know better, it had actually grown! Significantly pleased, he grabbed the post and gave it a shake, raising his arms when the "ball" toppled back down, through the hoop. "That still counts!" He cheered, moving so the next guy could take his turn.
Suddenly, in a very, very delayed reaction, his eyes widened and he spun around. Had he seen... Holy cleavage!!! His naturally pale face clearly showing how red his cheeks became, he spun again to face the pole, away from the stunning cattaur he had just seen. It didn't help that nearly half of the other males had seen his reaction and were now either gawking at the well-endowed figure in the crowd or laughing at him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 1:52 pm
Quintessa clapped her hands and sputtered before bursting out laughing. She clenched her hand in a fist and threw it up in the air,"That'a boy!" He was nothing, if not entertaining, this one. They were always her favorite.
After taking a quick look around, Quintessa had to resist the urge to punch somebody. They were staring; not just staring, but ogling! When she couldn't take it anymore, she turned to the closest male and snapped,"My eyes. are. up. here."
As much to avoid the crowd as to get closer to her mark, Quintessa sauntered over to the foxtaur. She flipped her hair back, and adjusted the 'girls' with a quick tug on the top of her corset. It wasn't professional in the least, but it helped.
She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you come with me? I'll show you how I score a goal." Quintessa swirled her finger on his skin before walking off into the closest alley.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 2:41 pm
Ears flat, Gabriel was extremely conscious of what was happening behind him. Hearing the snarl of a female, he had little doubt that it was the voice of the female he had just seen. Though really... it wasn't like he had pointed at them- er- her.
When the guys who had been previously laughing started staring at him in awe, he turned his head just as a light hand caught his shoulder. His mouth opened and closed wordlessly, the close proximity momentarily stunning him. His skin prickled, ears perked at alert, watching the female wander off, her gentle taunt lingering in his ears. ".....'kay." He murmered, shaking his head. One of the others gave his shoulder a shove forward, and the whoops and hollars and calls started filling the air.
Well, why not? It may have been sudden and unexpected, but damn! If he didn't take the offer, someone else would! Thinking with his downstairs brain he padded after the cattaur, trying to wave off the following group of males. "This ain't a show guys! Remember, whoever wins Hoops gets the gold!" He said, encouraging them to get back to the game. Though, he didn't care about Hoops anymore. He figured that tonight, no matter what, he was going to be the real winner!
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 4:30 pm
When Quintessa stepped back into the alleyway, she passed a gold piece on to a satyr who waited in the shadows. The crafty ol' codger bit it, then grinned and slid it into a pouch about his waist. "Don't'cha be worryin' 'bout the body, miss. Gots it all covered." As the steps of the mark came closer, he scuttled up to the roof and disappeared.
In a swift jerk, Quintessa stripped herself of her cloak and instantly shivered in the cold. Impishly, she padded to the head of the alley, and feigned a blush at the crowd before ducking back inside. This was going to be trickier than she'd thought. She'd have to take him out fast and leave just as quickly to avoid suspicion. And that crowd....males! Her little nubbin of a tale swatted against her thigh, tipped ears poised at the top of her head.
Getting more than a little impatient for the show to start, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him against her, forcing herself to giggle. "Whoo! Look at these muscles. Their so...big." Quintessa laid her hand on the beautiful marking on his bicep.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 6:46 pm
Shooing the males away, a quick thought slipped through about what his brother would do if he found out about what was happening right now. A mysterious woman comes out of nowhere and offers "goal making" tips? The more practical male would be suspicious.
Yet, Gabriel forgot he had a brother as soon as the seductress pressed against him. Heck, what was a brother? What was family? -Wait. Eyes up! Eyes up!
Feeling his ego inflating, he flashed a rather charming grin, unconsciously flexing the muscle her hand was under. "You have a good eye. And I must say, that's quite the tattoo." He let his free hand drift up her arm, brushing his fingers lightly against her neck, praising himself that his mouth didn't replace "tattoo" with something less appropriate. The more modest of the group of males started pushing the other rubber-neckers back to the game area, though their own heads kept turning to peek, and weren't pushing all that hard.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 7:22 pm
Her hand flexed around his muscle, claws grating against the skin until she loosened her hold. "Obviously, your eye is much better than mine." Fool. She mentally rolled her eyes at his ignorance. If he'd only heard a story of what that tattoo meant, then he wouldn't be so quick to compliment it. Or did he mean-?
Quintessa shuddered, her claws curling up on the ground below her. She leaned up, wrapping her forepaw around his mid-section as she draped her arms around his neck, sharp eyes looking over his shoulder. This wasn't going to work, there was just too many people. With one hand massaging his ear, her other was free to dig around for her cloak and drag out plan B; a magically induced set of lightweight manacles. She snapped one end around her right wrist by pressing it against her thigh.
She giggled lightly, and leaned in to whisper, "You've been a very bad boy, Gabriel." Coyly, she ran her fingers down his chest and snapping his left wrist in the manacle. "A very, very bad boy."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 8:03 pm
"I don't know whose eyes see better, but yours are certainly lovely to look at." He really did like her eyes, but something within them made him hesitate, something hidden... His breath catching at how close the female was pressing herself, the thoughts about what might be hidden in her head vanished.
Enjoying the attention that she had for some reason blessed him with, it took him a moment to feel the constraint around his wrist. "Bad?" It didn't even phase him that she knew his name already. She had probably asked someone in the crowd. He looked down at the manacle, twisting his wrist experimentally. This was a far different level of "goal making" than he had done before. If she hadn't already had him under her spell, he probably would have tried to get away right then. He had never liked being leashed up, even for play, and it made him a tad nervous.
As awkward as it was, he figured he could handle playing her game just a bit longer for the prize at the end. "I'm afraid you'll have to teach me a lesson, Miss..." He paused, about to imply the need for a name, then changed his mind. She would probably go as quickly as she had come. His hand brushed along the leg around his waist. "A lesson that I won't forget." Feeling the smooth fur, he sighed softly. She had bothered finding about his name. It would be respectful to return the favor. "Isn't a captive allowed the knowledge of the captor's name?" He cocked his head, thinking on how to fit the question into this game of her's. "You know, so that I can know who to blame when I can't settle for any other woman after the release?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 9:38 am
She laughed and toyed with his hair. It wasn't the first time she'd been complimented in her life, but it was the first by a seemingly nice soul. Watching the way his eye's watched her made Quintessa wonder just what sex would be like with this one.
"Very bad." She pulled back slightly to waggled a finger a him. "But don't worry, you'll learn it fast." The way he was brushing against her leg changed her mind about moving it. Quintessa's hand grasped behind her for her spear, then paused. "My name?" It wasn't such a bad request, was it? After all, everyone should know the name of their murderer. Then his question made her grin, a posessive stirring building up in her chest. "Damn straight." She brought her spear around and slid the tip underneath his chin. "Unfortunately, you won't get the chance to test that."
"My name is Quintessa, Captain in the Order of the Claw. Sorry to say that someone likes your pretty little eyes better than I do - and they want you dead." She pushed off him, shoving him towards the alley entrance before grabbing her cloak. Then she slipped her chained arm around his and coverd it with the cloak. "Do as I say and you'll live longer. Don't talk. Don't make a sound, and don't move unless I tell you to. Now, walk."
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 2:35 pm
It wasn't the poke of the spear beneath his chin that got Gabriel's attention. It wasn't even the change in the female's tone that affected him. Someone wanted him dead.... He could hardly imagine it. He opened his mouth to object, but considered taking her warning seriously. Dead? Him? What the hell for!?
Eh, she couldn't be serious.... As he walked silently next to her, more in a daze than not, his whole body seemed to droop. Sure, he'd pissed some people off, he couldn't help it when everyone else started something! But... to want him dead?
No, that couldn't be right. He perked his ears back up, glancing over at the cattaur. "Captain, eh?" He said softly, a little smirk on his lips, bouncing between doubt and reason. "I must be important to send a fancy captain after." No, this couldn't be real. But... then what was it?
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 3:10 pm
The drastic change between his exuberant attitude and this...sop kicked in Quintessa's professional personality. It wasn't time for fun and games anymore; she had a mission to complete.
She lead him away from the crowd, careful not to let the same taurs from earlier see them. Jerkily, she pulled him along with the spear in her hand ready to attack. If he pulled anything....But, she didn't think he had it in him. At least, not now.
Quintessa looked at him from the corner of her eye. "Wrong. I just happened to be the closest. Lucky you." She grinned. "Since your being such a good sport about it, I'll do you a favor, and make it painless."
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:51 pm
Dragging along, Gabriel nodded sourly. "Sure, lucky me. I get to die with the pleasure of your face in my mind and you didn't kill me in front of everyone else. Wouldn't want to look stupid in front of the guys." As he talked, his mind tried to think. How could he get himself out of this mess? Order of the Claw? WTF was that?? No, don't panic. Think. Think. Could he over-power her? She did have that spear... and they were still chained together. His free hand started to pick at the cloth of the cloak covering their shackles just for something to do.
He glanced down the alley before the game area disappeared from sight. Figures that the guys would choose now to be modest. "So... eh, why am I supposed to die? I mean really, with my charming personality?" He asked with a nervous laugh even though his pulse was racing faster than his thoughts, color only now returning to his face.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 4:04 pm
"I'm so glad you see it that way too." She smirked, jerking on his arm with more force than necessary. She liked it better when he was hitting on her.
"Ah ah ah, details." Quintessa's chest bounced up when she started going down a set of steps around the back of a dock house. "That's private information, Gabriel. Just sit back and look pretty." This was it. With a quick glance around, she didn't detect another soul. Perfect.
Nimbly, she slapped his hand off the cloak and ripped it back. Then she stuck her hand between her breasts to dig out the key...and dug...and dug. "Where the hell is that thing?" Her hand roamed all over the nooks and cranny's of her corset, her spear resting in the crook of her arm. The color drained out of her face. "Oh no."
(Couldn't stop listening to this song)
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