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 Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 3:08 pm
I will delegate these pages to Yuval and moments of time that shifted him for better or worse. Seeing as his story falls open before me in sporadic intervals, I've decided to code his life. Each titled post will have a designated color, telling you his 'age' at the time of the occurrence.
Quote: Blue for areas of his childhood (which will be minimal) Quote: Green for areas of his adolescence (which will be minimal) Quote: Orange for areas of his adult youth Quote: Maroon for areas up until the present
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 1:23 pm
He had had a variety of lovers in his time on earth. Avian-women, with their brightly plumed wings and their eagerness to fly to his arm and sing when he asked of them. The ever-resolute equine, with her proud brow and saucy tongue of which gave him the most amusement when she was angered. Other canines like him, but only those of the purest blood from which his master chose the stock; handsome, steadfast women with bright eyes and a loyalty of which he was free to take advantage of if he so pleased. His master had even procured a river-dwelling woman once, though he had not had much fun with her as she yearned more for the sea than for his touch.
But, by far, Yuval’s favorite, if not his most confounding lover, had been a feline – though, he still questions whether she belonged to him, or if he belonged to she.
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“A gift in your chambers,” had been the half-amused tone of his master when he had returned from his duties, looking more worn than usual. He eyed the man searchingly, brows arched high, but Ateeq Amjad kept his eyes fastened upon the papers his quill scratched upon, giving nothing away save for the wry curve of his thick lips.
A strange dismissal indeed, and with a bow of his head, Yuval backed out of the room.
Evening was falling fast, the skies darkening with a quick burst of light – the instant before death, when life glows brightest. His footfalls were soft clicks against the tiled walkway, and as he descended further into the home he wondered where Hadil was: praying, most likely. The idea of checking up on her was a brief thought of whimsy, which he pushed away. She was a big girl now – probably the reason Ateeq did not allow him to guard her anymore.
All the more reason he should, he thought.
Yuval neared the large oaken door of his room with a rising relief – it had been long since he had entered the sanctity of his chambers. Tired and aching, he opened the door and let himself in.
It was dark, but he immediately sensed another presence in the gloom. He cast his eyes through the shadows and found a pair fastened readily on him, flashing like jade mercury. He spent a beat staring into them, not a thought passing through his mind or across his face, though the shapely figure lounged in the last vestiges of warmth that had settled upon the window seat as though the room were hers and he was the one intruding on her solitude. And then he simply entered, shut the door behind him, and went about his business as though the woman with the swaying tail was not even there.
But as he moved about in the dark, preparing himself for a much-needed bath, he felt her eyes probing his every move, watching, waiting. He went to bed, and never looked at her once.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 1:26 pm
Quote: Ignite
Part II: Confession “So?”
Yuval flickered to attention when he was addressed, shifting upon the leather chair he was seated upon. Amjad had remained quiet throughout the morning as he worked on family transactions, the canine simply sitting in, ready and at hand for when he would be called upon (though really basking in the presence of his master).
“Yes, Amjad Bey?”
The large man gave a humored snort as if to say ‘right’, and set the papers down, thick hands resting neatly atop them and gazing out at Yuval in an expectant manner. The sight hound, whose gaze had been level with the other man’s head, dropped a mite, otherwise his posture did not change.
“Well? You know, she was a difficult trinket to procure – you were gone for quite a while, I thought that you would appreciate such a gift –“
“I do!” he cut in hastily, much like a guilty child would. He lifted his gaze. The corners of Amjad’s eyes crinkled with delight, and Yuval felt a rush of relief and pleasure as his master lifted a hand and waved a thick finger at him with a playful ‘ahhh!’. He leaned back, chair creaking, and folded his hands over his stomach.
“Well, then? Did you like her?”
Quite used to the probing into his personal affairs, the canine responded with a monotonous, “I haven’t had the pleasure.”
A booming laugh reverberated through the beautifully furnished office, a hand slapping the mahogany top of the desk.
“Too tired, were you? I thought you were limitless in your energy!”
A faint smile ghosted over Yuval’s mouth, eyes squinting as he regarded Amjad with skeptical amusement. His master, in turn, shuffled the papers spilling across his desk and stacked the folders.
“I am aware she is a cat, but I didn’t think you’d be picky,” he said.
“I am not.”
“Oh? Well, then, what is the problem?”
“There is none, Amjad Bey. She is a fine animal, and I am very grateful—“
“But you haven’t bedded her!” he pointed out with jovial bray.
“Not yet—“
“’Not yet’, he says!” And the teasing continued, much to Yuval’s chagrin. He was not phased by much, but somehow – had he been a lesser man – his master’s jokes would have had him sinking down into the seat and covering his face with a hand. Ateeq Amjad never skirted around anything, and fornication was one thing he discussed in his presence with the openness of a young boy discovering women for the very first time. Yuval simply waited it out, resting his chin in his hand, eyes focused on Amjad’s inkwell.
At last, when the last of his vulgar words trickled away into the coming noon, he drew his hound’s attention back with a clap. Yuval turned his face towards his master; he was grinning, they both were, though the dog’s was more subdued. The silence stretched out for what seemed forever, before Amjad broke it with a flourish of his hand.
“Go on. Get out of my face,” he said, attempting sternness and failing; Yuval caught the underlying humor as though with his mouth. He stood and bowed.
“Thank you, Amjad Bey.”
When he was in the hall, he heard a loud “Report back when you’re done!”
The maids tittered profusely as he passed them in the halls.
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