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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 6:08 pm
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Azazel was placing tea bags into the ceramic cups. They were ornate--almost good enough for royalty and trimmed with gold and fine lettering near the rims. Saucers were included with biscuits on them, made fresh it seemed, almost too good to be eaten. They were topped with some kind of icing and small blueberries on their tops.
"Here--I have some treats as well," he spoke, the water poured into the cups, the steam rising pleasantly into the air and the aroma filled Azazel's nostrils. He blinked slowly and shook his head. He would wait for evening tea to be over.
"I hope you like this tea--its a special blend I have just for guests," he slurred the 's' in his speech like a snake, his deep voice comforting.
"Tell me--do you like music?" he asked, sitting his his chair, the tea now ready for drinking and the biscuits ready for the eating. Azazel's hands went for a biscuit and he ate in his chair, relaxing against the back of it.
"You may remove your cloak----unless it hides daggers--- there is no reason to have it here, the air is warm and the tea is hot, please, relax," he nodded with a grin, holding teacup in hand and sipping at it so he would know the tea was safe to drink.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 7:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 8:09 am
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"Oh no--I have neighbors who are all too happy to make the for me," he spoke, it was not a lie, they were neighbors...but servants mostly.
Azazel was pleasantly sipping his own, it was strong...that was one way to put it. The tea was laced with a sleeping agent and within an hour or so his guest would before his prisoner. Azazel sipped happily at his own, genuinely happy that it was just so blasted easy to get others to follow him. He could do well in political office did he have need of researching the ways of prophets. Those that burned him so long ago...his face now was staring intently into the fire.
His thoughts were only truly interrupted when the male removed his cloak and the room gained a light it had not previously possessed. Azazel was nodding to himself, grinning again, his voice came back to its previous silken texture.
"Oh--You have such a lovely hyde, why would you hide such a thing from me?" he asked his tone a bit playful as he continued sipping his tea.
"You know--I could never mar such lovely coat, I like bautiful things," he spoke, his ears flicking in amusement and almost...delight. He would fetch a high price being of such color...such...radiance. He would practically have to auction him off just to see how high it could. Yes... Azazel nodded. An Auction indeed. His smiled broadened once more.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 9:57 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 6:06 pm
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Azazel took the opportunity to finish his tea, munching on a biscuit as he turned from the fire to his new play thing and back again. His hands picked up the unfinished biscuits and the teacups, letting them rest gently on his table and the end of the china hutch once more. He placed a spoon into the honey jar and pulled it out, licking it like a lollipop.
Azazel's ears flicked in amusement as he walked over to his new toy, tail swishing happily as he did so. he had such new things to try out! He wanted to test the might of this new gadget he had bought last trip to the slavers camps.
He tossed the cloak in a great heap near the fire, and pulled a stone from the hearth itself which revealed a secret storage area built into the stones themselves. There were chains and ropes and various other means of locking up others. he pulled a thin rope as he did not wish to damage the goods he was taking to market.
The night wore on, a couple hours having passed as it took time, planning, cunning, to prepare a good session and the proper knots for the ordeal. All slavers used the same knots--they were easy to spot and let other travelers know just by looking if one was to be sold or was just bought.
By the time the male would wake, he could find himself tied, with a thin and well-made rope, strong enough to withstand the tries of travel and far nicer than cold iron. There was a rug and a few cushions beneath his body, Azazel made sure he could reach nothing sharp and certainly was not able to reach the fire or anything which might otherwise aide his escape.
"Shepherdess--makes quite a mess----but little lambs are tassssty~!" he hummed and half sung the song of wolves and with a nearly gleeful note he sat back in his chair, close to the prisoner. He intended to stay awake all night either the new toy decided to.
Secretly, he was gathering the gold enough for a place of his own, larger, defended and more importantly, he could gather his own army and begin a settlement...A settlement to rule over and breed his own brand of soldiers.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 1:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 3:38 pm
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Azazel did not move , he simply let one eye lazily loll to the side, looking over his new prize.
"Oh--So nice you have had a change to wake." he smiled, his voice still as soothing, deep and dark like autumn evening when the wind blows and moon is black and hiding. Azazel returned to the tea set and poured himself another cup, sipping at it. it was a long while before he would speak anymore, even if questions were asked, even if the male had been, indeed by the look on his humbled face, caught before, Azazel could find something to do with him...
It was no fun fighting someone who had already given up, he had little, to no fight, and his rather...Odd, experiments required a decent scream now and then and the occasional look of horror. This mearh would not give this pleasure to him. Perhaps he would find another? But that coat---so lovely, so light... He hated the light.
Those other Ista, so caught up in their prophecy that they would cut off my wings!?
Who are they to take form a child! a CHILD!!
By now---Azazel's face was twisted in both agony and hatred for those mearh. Most of them he had killed already, of those he remembered, but the rest of the settlement roamed the countryside and he had little need of their inhospitable ways.
He would defeat them, conquer their way of life so no one...no other ista born of the land and the sky would be shunned and clipped ever again. Azazel shuddered, rubbing the scars on his back with an embrace of himself as his figure sank into the armchair deeper , face still tense and hurt; twitching like a ravager, a beast in the darkness.
"You. Will come with me," he hissed like a snake, talking through his teeth.
"Your eyes tell me you have been to the North before, and I will enjoy taking you there again. You are lucky you possess no Ista blood---or you would not see the light of day come morning," his one eye to the prisoner twitched and his insanity leaked from the cracks in his smile, still, that voice...that haunting, alluring voice spoke almost commandingly even if there was no command in his words.
"I have not decided if you are worthy of my experiment or not," he slurred, his expression melting back to his usual neutral one, horns glimmering in the light of the fire, it was dying down now, he placed a single log back onto it and stoked it. There were a few hours before sunrise...and then they would walk.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:07 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 2:24 pm
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The first sound of defiance and Azazel's temper flared with a great roar, the fire itself licked out of the stony fireplace and nearer and nearer to the endeh bound by rope.
"Do not... Test my patience." His voice was crackling, dry like leaves... And the hiss it possessed was worse than a snake, it was a devilish scream hiding under the clenched jaw and flared nostrils; his eyes a swirling potion of hatred and envy.
Azazel knew fear would only go so far, and he relented, the fire crept back into the pit and the darkness previously about the room seeped back into place.
"You cna lie all you like, try to trick or haze my judgement, but magic knows no such fallacy or rouse," he picked up a dagger from his table drawers, clad in rubies with a runic message on its blade, only readable by magicians.
Azazel crept up to the male, almost crawling, no, slithering nearby.
"You can not lie to this," he held the dagger in one hand and the coin's wrist in the other.
Raising it high with a huff he struck down, placing it through a pillow on the other side of the male's hand. He was sure to shriek or cringe and Azazel waited for this answer from the other's instincts before grinning and continuing his work. He pulled one delicate writer's finger into his mouth and bit down, taking a small amount of blood into his lips and picking up the blade, releasing and almost neglecting the other male's reaction entirely.
Azazel placed the blade horizontally in front of himself and the fire and let the blood drip from his dark lips onto the blade. Fire seemed to reach out and grasp for it, taking it into the hearth where it began to glow. No. Only one portion began to glow...
Azazel had his answer and the fire, seemingly now alive, handed back to him the blade, glowing still but not harming its master. He wiped the blade with the fur on the floor, leaving it to be sullied until he had better use and the knife was returned to its darker place in the drawer.
Azazel looked calm again, glancing at the male.
"What?" he grinned,"You think I would really harm such prime meats?" he purred again, his voice was deeper and more pleasant than it had been, if that were possible, when they met.
"You may rest now."
He sat back into his comfortable chair, letting his hands weave themselves in his lap and he sank back into it, watching the prize once more until the grey arrid dawn came into view, the fire creeping slowly down and into a hold behind the fire place where its dim light was barely seen.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 1:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:34 pm
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Azazel was quiet for along while, letting the fire puff and hide behind the crevices of its place in the stone hearth. It was almost alive, asking for more things to burn, keeping Azaze;'s constant attentions with his magic to control it before he pushed it beyond the tiny hole, hardly visible, and shut it behind an iron door.
"You should not fear such harm form me," he grinned, "I guess the knowledge will come in handy should anyone particularly vile want you."
By the time the windows were blazing with morning's first light his hands had been to his pockets and pulled a time-keeping device and strapped it to his arm, much like a bracer it seemed to hold other properties not known to any save himself.
"Forgive me--night time brings out my less temperate side," he spoke, grabbing a few things from his drawers, by now he was preparing a quick lunch and a pack for each of them to carry, his with naught but food and a few bandages and some herbs in it, and Azazels was packed out of sight, behind a curtain. Both were an exquisite red leather with runes blemished on the front latches.
"Eat." He spoke, offering more biscuits from the night before, and on top of this there was cheeses and a few breads to choose from in small individual loaves. Azazel set a plate of wood covered in goodies in front of the coin mearh. Surely a leagil would be hungry first thing in the morning? It had been hours since either had eaten.
" I will give you one chance," he spoke between nibbles on a tart,"to save yourself. I like to play fair, afterall."
He shrugged, finishing the pastry.
"You can tell me how I might use you--How might you serve me, and perhaps, if you're useful, I will not sell you to someone with a temper."
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 5:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 7:27 pm
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Azazel was unimpressed, his hands stopped wringing themselves in an expectant or excited way. He was still and his face, other than the subtle change to slight disappointment, was unmarked without lines or scars.
"You...are just another pretty face then." he looked at the fire's door and secured a final latch. The bags were prepared and they were placed by the door with care.
"It is autumn, and I enjoy the travel. Seems you will be sold after all. And please--no sniveling. it puts me in a foul mood. And no one wants that do they?" he approached with hands open and untied the male's restraints.
"If anyone asks. We are traveling to the Mountains for vacation. We will be best friends, and may all the Gods help you if you say, smell or even think otherwise," he spoke still, so calm, so resolved and commanding. Hands were untied now, and he placed one long fingered hand onto the bookie's shoulders.
"Do not worry--usually those in need of your services will not harm you, perhaps even let you visit the Sword and Cup once in a while?" he laughed, not sure the other would get the reference. Azazel was able to stand, unlock his door and grab his various potions and weapons which were to adorn his body beneath a traveling cloak which he put on after.
"You better grab yours." Azazel smiled as he picked up the cloak from the chair across from his own which had been otherwise unoccupied that night. The door opened to the fog outside, it was still there, thin and lifting from the fields slowly, creeping onward the south and away from the house.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 8:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 3:37 pm
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Azazel did not take kindly to the refusal of the cloak--finery? That rag? hardly! And how dare he refuse Azazel's command. The last thing he needed was someone to recognize the bumbling idiot!
Approaching with swift and graceful steps, his tail flicking irately behind him, ears flattened. His eyes flared into the madness , a flicker of it anyways, that the other had seen last night. One hand grabbed the cloak, bringing it to the other male and placing it in his fist, his own hand curled around it and squeezed until all his knuckles were white.
"Do not make me repeat myself."
With that, his demeanor was restored to the prior collected expressions and gestures. His voice was never anything but soft, anything but soothing, almost calming itself.
"Come now, lets not get behind," he spoke, latching the door and with a whisper of some ancient magic locked it, and the house, or what looked like one, morphed, or rather disappeared into the hillside, as though it had never been... If they had slept at all, the coin might have guessed it was a trick and a dream and he had simply walked all night in its entirety.
Once they were both cloaked, Azazel went back into the roads, making sure to avoid heavy traffic and the townships as they went north.
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