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 Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 11:46 pm
Was Alexander mean?
"Ah...your mask. Do you mean this?" The Ushioni questioned, his hand lifting the object up to his face in a ruse of utter innocence. He took a brief glance around with the mask on his face before turning his attention back to his current source of amusement. The innocent act was quickly shattered and stomped on quite thuroughly when the demon removed it from his face to hold it over his head tauntingly.
"If you desire it so vehemently then please, by all means, come retrieve it ." he coaxed, giving the mask a delightful little shake to tease the other demon. He was suddenly very interested in whether or not Atora would venture from his own self-constructed barriers to fecth his desired item.
And having the man paw all over him to reach it wasn't so bad, either.
Oh, yes. Alexander was very mean.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 3:07 pm
Oh, my, yes. The Negoro elder was quite the vicious little p***k.
Indeed, Atora had his little personal barriers which he liked to hide himself in.
But he wasn't one to back down from a challenge. He despited being touched, he absolutely hated being close to people. However that was only when there was no reason for it, if it at all made sense. (Like when the hairs stand up on the back of your neck when someone stands close to you in line!) It was once he had to a reason to get close to someone that he dropped the barriers.
That mask was the only reason he needed. After all, it was his - what did the Negoro need with it? He stepped forward, timing and calculating his movements. He wasn't so stupid as to just lunge for it. No, that was something one was supposed to learn in grade school. Lunging for an item never got it - period.
"Tch. What do you need it for? The Ushioni are already ugly enough without it." stated the shadow bending male in jest. Oh, but my, his words were dripping in venom as his eyes shifted between his two targets, his mask and his 'foe.' Oh, certainly, for the two is was nothing more than a game. They'd known eachother for hundreds of years, most likely.
But, he still wanted his mask.
He took another step forward closing the distance between the two males. "..May I have it, please?" he questioned with a slight cant of his head.
Hey, being polite never hurt either!
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 9:10 pm
"After calling me ugly? I think not!" the other demon huffed. Alexander was, after all, a very vain creature despite his species' less than aesthetic appearance. His humanoid form was something the Negoro liked to pride himself on, however, and having it called ugly was certainly not something that was going to make him any more kind.
Alexander gave the shadow bender a dramatic pout at the mild insult. It was quickly replaced by a grin, however, when the other stepped forward. Naturally, the demon took a tanatlizing step back; like a fisherman reeling in bait from an interested fish. He backed just far enough to engage the other, but not nearly enough to signify any sort of submission. No...Alexander didn't do submission very well.
Unless it entailed food of some sort. And a pretty face. Then he'd be just as submissive as any of the lapbeasts that kept the ladies of the court company.
Frankly, Atora was no lady. Pretty, but certainly not a lady. He'd have to plead a little more if he really wanted the mask back that badly.
Oh, how he thouroughly enjoyed this game!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 12:37 am
From where they sat, Alex and Jaquie could hear every single word of the other Alex and Atora. The overheard conversation brought amusement to the eavesdroppers -- not that they were actively eavesdropping, mind you, as that simply would be rude.....and Alex, was not a woman to tolerate any sort of rudeness. In fact, man and woman simply smiled and peppered their conversation with pictoresque side-by-side narrative of what could be happening out there.
"And what do you think-- I believe our darling Atora's been manhandeled by now. Sixpence to your crown that he has and a crown to my sixpence if he has not found it enticing." Was this person crazy or was there any method to her madness?
Apperantly Alex's companion understood every single word that was uttered as she (or was it he?) that was being told, and as a silent form of acknowledgement, the human simply nodded, raising a bag of coins to the table.
A gloved hand moved from where it had been clutching The Chronicles of Idiocy , an obviously privately owned journal, to slip those cotton encased digits into the tiny pocket at Alex's ribcage. From there, a small silver pocket watch was pulled out and the owner simply clicked her tongue. "Oh my, 'tis 3:55 and the help hasn't gotten started on the tea yet. No, no, no... I can't miss my tea. Judy.... Judy...I hope you got the water boiling and that I can't hear it because I'm getting old!" These words, of course, were yelled over a silk-covered shoulder.
Alex old? Perhaps the punctual-loving mistress was struck with the 'brain-rotting disease' to believe she was old. Her age, one would think, hardly pressed beyond the tender age of 25 if one was to judge by her appearence. Alexandria Whitmont was neither tall, nor short, although her stature always seemed upon the higher spectrum. At five foot five and three quarters (yes, Alex never lied and insisted everything were accounted for even to its most gruesome detail), she was gifted with enough femininity as to squeeze her frame in a skin-tight and unyielding corset in a rather attractive manner. Mistress whitmont was of pale complexion with just enough pink undertones as to sport a rather healthy rosy glow upon the apples of her cheeks. It always gave her a demureness that belied that rowdy personality and contradicted that confident air.
Alex sighed, causing that sweetly captured bust to rise and fall in dramatics, whatever hint of globes hidden behind a white necklotage of a dress shirt and black tie (her bare back and shoulders, of course, obscured by a black silk dress coat and tails). Sparkling orbs of caramel were simply glued to that pocket watch. " Tick-tock Judy dear, it is now 3:56 and I've yet to hear the fabulous whistle of hot water. Chip,chip dear, Cheeri-oh!"
Again, another dramatic sigh escaped the heartshaped lips of the strangely-dressed mistress. "Oh my dear Queen, how I hate to sound like our beloved Rabbit but you know how I am...I've never missed tea in my life and I wouldn't want to miss one in my afterlife." Wasn't it just fascinating to hear the incredulous inflexions of the Mistress' words in that smooth Brittish accent?
Already the impatient tapping of a meticulously polished dress shoe had begun and poor Judy still had four minutes to get the tea ready.... It was as those delicate fingertips fished that watch again that the elegantly dressed, pant-wearing female stopped, her attention caught by the surprised and indignant tones of Alexander's voice. "A queen to your king, I wager, that Atora's going to be bent over by the night's waxing."
Perhaps, just perhaps, Judy was going to escape out of this one unscathed...
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 1:23 am
If Alex was to be a Mad Hatter, then Jaquie was to be the Queen as they waited for their tea. Who would have thought otherwise, anyhow? Indeed they appeared to be straight out of a rendition of Alice in Wonderland. However, did onlookers know how truly they twisted the duo were? Their outward appearance was.. Innocent enough - although the air about them was clearly intimidating. However what would be found under their garb would be a truly facinating gem to those who knew.
After all, if the Mad Hatter was a woman who was to be a man then the Queen was a man to be a woman. Perhaps. Could it be the other way around?
"M'dear Hatter, you seem to be enjoying yourself." stated the Queen in a sulty voice - although disinterest was clearly written across her face. If it wasn't the pouting, scarlet painted lips that said it all then it would be the brilliant amethyst gaze which would wander away from the show occasionally.
Oh, my, the Queen had her panties in a bunch!
The slender, but tall, feminine creature took to taking one of those long caramel spirals which spilled forth from her scalp to twist it about a long, elegant digit to enhance the curl of one wave in a sea of honey blonde spirals. Make no mistake, however, she may be in a foul mood but her posture never slacked. Oh, no, it was always prim and proper. Legs were closed, and a back was straight thanks to the support of a tightly laced creamy corsette below frill and lace.
Oh, but unlike the Hatter, her mood was not based on her lack of tea alone.
"However I do feel that it is more than obvious that darling Atora will be taken whether he likes it or not." that low purr continued as that gem like gaze wavered from male to male. Slender brows arched, and her head canted to the side as if following the direction a small, tilted, black and red crown hair pin. It was for the first time in what felt like ages those crimson tiers twisted themselves into a lopsided cattish smirk. "He never was one to complain after all."
However it took not a moment longer for the Queen to stamp her foot furiously as gloved hands quickly tugged at the fine material of her dress. Hot, and bothered at the imagery now present within her mind her own milky cheeks had lit up with a rosey glow. "Oh, but honestly dear Hatter! Must we speak of the a** bandit before us?" the Queen was obviously flustered.
A well sculptured and nearly masculine jaw was rested in the dainty palm which belonged to the Queen as she took her gaze away from the fine young men. "Even since we came here it just hasn't been the same." a buxom bosom rose and fell with a hefty sigh. "No matter what I do the men just don't last around here like they should."
If one paid close attention to their conversation, they just might realize how perverse it was. Oh, but only the duo knew of the vulgar little secrets which they quite often shared with eachother.
No, it was more like they experienced them together.
The Queen, the obviously most mature of the duo (Make no mistake, however, she still fell short of twenty nine.) allowed her features to wrinkle slightly at the thought. Man after man their blood was spilled and yet the corpse would not die!
It was in blind rage a delicate hand made contact with the crude wooden bench below them. Frustration, irritation, all of them on more than one level made themselves present. "Who decided we should come here, again? It was Master Caterpillar wasn't it?" That tongue whipped over her words harshly, and venom dripped from her crimson lips. "We should have known not to trust him! The colors he blew were not of the norm, and the odor from the pipe was most vile that day."
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 1:31 am
His movements paused when he heard the conversation near by - or it would be more accurate to say he heard his name mentioned. However, he reconized two particular Ladies of the Court which he did not want to take the time to get to know yet again any time soon.
Needless to say, his eyes did not even drift their way although the air about him had become that much more tense.
Atora had to admit, for a Negoro Alexander was rather blessed, that facial structure was most attractive. His mind became worried instantly with the presence of the Mad Hatter and the Queen of Hearts. His mind was bouncing from his precious mask, the mistresses, and the male before him.
It was at that moment it all made sense. The ladies weren't going to lift a finger - oh no. They were merely waiting for Alexander to do so. Oh, but it was his mask! What was a man of the shadows to do?! He wanted to disappear at the moment he heard the familiar voice and accent that belonged to Mistress Hatter, to return to the shadows for a moment of peace.
Alas, in the end a show had to be put on unless he wouldn't get his mask. He watched the Negoro as he backed away, matching Atora step for step. It wasn't going to do any good this way, but at the same time the Negoro was surprisingly thin - no dout flexible and agile as well.
..Alas Tact went out the window when his mind became overloaded. "Oh, just give me the damn mask!" cried the shadow bender as he lunged forth after a particularly strong step. It was still somewhat calculated - he wouldn't fall on his face at least.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 2:18 am
"Mmm, yes, I do believe he had his hooka hose in a bunch that eve-- I don't recall as the reason why, however. Perhaps was it something our belov'd Alice did? Oh, that child could be so...... I swear, I do believe she went out of her way to make us go into a tiff for her own amusement!" And just when the she-he-Hatter's foul mood was going to burst, the tea finally arrive. Instantly did those soft rose color lips spread into a broad smile and those orbs filled with joy.
But then her eyes fell to the watch she'd been holding on to. Just in a wink did the woman stand, clutching a cane in hand ('twas a black cherry wood number with an elegant silver handle). Silverwear scattered to the floor, fluid flew into the air and the delicate petite fours which the young Judy had worked so hard on were ruined. "4:00:01 ! Tea is LATE! I missed it-- OH, you pathetic excuse for a flesh-wrought souless vessel, how could you do it!"
Exaggerated were the tones of her voice, but the pain and genuine sorrow--nay, the HORROR that writ itself across the otherwise exquisite visage of her face made the scene somewhat comical. " Was it that vypir of a Cheshire or that traitor Caterpillar that had you do it? WHY!!! Why does everybody hate me so! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS!"
Tears adorned that face as pain distorted the Hatter's beauty. "23 years, 7 months, 8 days and 10 hours was I ever punctual with my tea. Yes! YES! Even as a babe did I enjoy the sweet, brewed nectar, fresh from Mother's teat and you... " Still clutching that beloved cane, did Hatter point to the horrified Judy. "yooooouuuuuu Had to tarnish the Whitmont honor!" Her voice rose to a high, furious pitch moments before dropping to a trembling whisper dripping with rage. "I hope you were a good girl and prayed this morn'..."
With her left hand, did the Hatter shove her particular bench aside as she stepped forthright in an elegant sashay as the right (still clutching to that cane) lifted that precious tophat with the silver engraved card reading 10/6 was promptly placed atop her head. The ebon mesh fell across her gaze and for a moment, one would have thought the Hatter ready to dance.
Instead, those hands came together and with the flick of the wrist Lydia's bottom was removed --- as Lydia was the cane called. Now free from the scabbard, a most viscious, gorgeous, sharp-pointed, double edged blade was revealed. Judy turned to run, Hatter gave chase holding the wooden scabbard over head in an elegant curve as she thrust with the blade. The girl fell, Hatter closed in, hell bent on murder when she suddenly stopped.
"You know.... " Strange, Alex's voice was calm as a hot summer day. "Now that I recall, 'twas Chesire the one carrying a whole basket of rotten eggs-- Could it be that the mischievous minx dropped the lot in Caterpillar's hookah?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 2:43 am
Oh my! Two Ladies, in a foul mood. My, how the Queen enjoyed it however when she wasn't the one in misery. Even so she didn't change her posture much as she watched the Hatter's brilliant footwork. T'was only her head which shifted direction to watch.
Oh, how it was thrilling.
If one paid close attention to the Queen herself, one would notice how she shifted in her seat, hips giving way to rocking once when tension was released upon them. Oh, indeed, dead or not the Hatter was a wo/man who got her knickers up in a bunch. Those once pouting lips parted to allow a steadier air flow as Jaquie struggled to keep her composure, the bosom heaving obviously with each breath.
Oh, if only her fan was present. Instead it was that slender hand with long digits which began to fan the hot and bothered Queen. Amethyst eyes piercing and awaiting a brilliant spray of crimson which was soon released remained locked on Judy even as she collapsed to the ground in a pool of crimson which stained her garb.
The poor Queen only got further worked up as she watched the girl lay on the ground in a twitching, broken, bundle of nerves and nothing more. Souless eyes still remained open in shock as she awaited a death which would not come. That was what ultimately ruined the Queen's high - after all the girl couldn't get much deader. None of them could.
"One would think your goal today is to rile me up and nothing more, dear Hatter. First dragging me to watch a 'show' and now rendering that girl useless before me." the Queen huffed, brows furrowing delicately. "Keep it up and there will be another show for the peasants."
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 3:08 am
"A show for the peasants?" Surprised, Hatter lowered that deadly cane and tapped at it on the floor. The problem? Well, the dear Alex forgot that one: Lydia was not properly sheathed and two: Judy was still on the floor. "What, you intend to pin me against the table and ravage me once more? Please, my loving Queen, that'd be just vulgar." Oh, but it was so tempting by the same token. To be quite honest, now that the Queen had given her a bait, Hatter was most definately going to take advantage of it. "Though quite thrilling. I beg you, however, not to make promises which you do not intend to keep."
The serving girl gave out a short cry of pain, to which Hatter's caramel gaze shifted to in a non-challant fashion. "How rude!" Stab. Stab. STAB! "Would you be a dear and go bleed on someone else's shoes?"
Instantaneously did those rose-colored lips twitch into the most offended of pouts. "First my tea, now my shoes, what is next you miserable creature, my pants? Do you have any idea what a pain it is to remove blood from silk? It is ruined, my love, absolutely ruined. I know you don't care -- I know silk and cotton is the same to you, but for Pete's sake, my dear, be more careful as to where you're ble-- "
Now the Hatter was irritated. In a fitful cry for mercy the serving girl had reached out to the suited woman and carelessly allowed a few droplets of blood to kiss the very hem of Hatter's slacks. Alex's temper rose like boiling milk; hot, frothy, and just all over the place. First and foremost did s/he calmly remove those immaculate white gloves, tuck them into the breast pocket of that elegant, black silk coat tail As she manuevered the cane beneath an arm, Hatter was careful to keep that material clean of liquid vitae. Now free of any encasement, one could see freshly manicured digits working at buttons of that coat and soon, the cleverly crafted corset-halter top was revealed.
That corset was sinched to its maximum capacity (or rather, smallest size) and thus the most feminine of the Hatter was revealed: an exquisitely tiny waist and a well tailored ebon slacks that simply accentuated the plump roundness of a very pert derriere. The 1/4 dress shirt with working tie only gave Hatter the masculine flair s/he so much loved. 'Twas the most heaviest of sighs that escaped those featured lips as Hatter handed Queen that coat. "Be a dear and keep this for me."
Hatter glided over to the strewn, terrified, bleeding wench in two and a half strides. Perhaps to tease the Queen even further, s/he squat down on her haunches, knees apart ('twas a good thing Hatter wore pants, no?) and allowed those dainty elbows to drape across their tops. Scabbard and blade lapped the crimson pool.
"Now, now, what am I going to do with you?" Once more those caramel twins shifted, this time falling on the silver, howling banshee whose cries were frozen in time. "Hmm, what's that, Lydia?" Hatter tilted that obscured head so the ear caressed the cane's handle. "Oh, you don't say!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 3:29 am
"Oh, vulgar yourself!" uttered the Queen as s/he covered her arms over her chest. Well, as well as should could anyway those slender arms of hers falling just under that bosom which had been well contained in white silken frill and supported properly by the corestte. Her head cocked in the end however, quite the sly little smile playing across her lips. "Oh, Hatter, what does it matter?" questioned the Queen of Hearts as her voice returned to that low, sultry tone - that moist pink muscle nearly purring. "We are the only ones here who know the difference between vulgarity and class. It's the same thing to the lowly scum around us."
S/he made her argument.
Stab! Stab! It rained crimson and the Queen couldn't help but watch, clearly amused as purple soaked up red eagerly. Greedily. Mistress Hatter was on a role as she pierced the corpse again, and again with that silver blade.
As if speaking of a blade, the Queen delicately leaned forward so that she could watch closely. (If you don't get it don't read into it!) However it was due to this posture that a spurt of scarlet caressed the Queen's cheek, as if trying to draw out that flustered blush even further. Amused? Disgusted?
The Queen slowly ungloved her own hand, and allowed a ruby tipped thumb to caress her cheek taking away the liquid. She wasn't done however as her tongue slithered out, and promptly freed that digit of crimson. As if it were a fine wine, naturally she revelled in the flavor - after all blood had a flavor of it's own as if it were liquid metal.
And to the trained tongue, oh so sweet.
However it was as that girl, who was likely no more than a peasant dressed up as a doll for their amusement, grasped Hatter's pant leg that even the Queen winced. Oh, that girl, if only she had done as she was told and bled elsewhere there would be no problem.
Well, for a while anyway. Disrupting the Hatter's tea time was a very serious crime.
Even for the Queen, seeing the Hatter without a coat was quite the tight. The small waist, that plump rump (Erotic Dr. Seusse! (SP?) oh how the Queen revelled in the sight, and yet kept her hands in check and restained them from reaching out to offer that bum a grope.
Although it was particularly hard with the dance like strides the Hatter was known for.
The Queen took that coat in arm, folding it neatly for later use as she only continued to watch the Hatter and his antics. Oh, but when the Hatter questioned his cane what it thought the girl's fate should be, Hatter simply could not help but offer her own opinion, and her voice rung brilliantly with that trademark "Off with her head!" followed by a fit of giggles, the commanding voice of the Queen shifting to that of a giddy little gir.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 3:56 am
"What, have you and Lydia been conspiring against me?" Retorted the Hatter as he shifted that caramel gaze to his darling Queen. "Or is it that you have a little Brittish in you? I was expecting something along the lines of 'let her eat cake'. Hold this," Mumbled the Hatter, shoving Lydia into Judy's hand. "And may Hell and Heaven forgive you if you dare to point her at me."
In fact, that was just what Lydia had in mind too. The leather of those well-polished shoes creaked as the Hatter rose to his feet. Heels pivoted, thighs and hips soon followed with fluid grace only to dip in lazy lounge almost as a dancer would when dipping his partner during the tango. Lazily did those well-manicured (though short-nailed) fingertips scooped up those petite four cakes. Hatter's weight shifted, leather creaked, arms changed direction and that torso simply swayed as to follow those arms. Just as he reached his victim, and as if to show off for that darling Queen, did he piroutte a full turn, place the right foot behind the left upon finishing those 360 degrees and drop.
Amazingly enough it was those thighs, with the help of the left calf, that kept the Hatter from falling into the crimson pool. It was, a very much stylized, Court Curtsey, especially performed for the Queen herself. Delicately did the Hatter's right hand stretch to snatch Lydia -- whom Judy was too terrified of to even hold properly. Hell, the tortured victim barely managed to keep it out of the blood in hopes that it'd save her life!
With Lydia's head did the Hatter shove Judy's head back, and force the vitim to open up her mouth. Roughly so did the Hatter feed her the strewn about pastries. Then and only then, did the dancing, half-lucid and obvious sadist rise to her feet once more. Skip, tap, click-click,tapetty tap... sliiiiiddddee and drop once more.
Only this time the Hatter bowed one hand still clutching to the scabbard but moreso now Judy's blonde locks. S/he pulled back, exposing the girl's neck before placing Lydia's razored edge against that supple flesh. "Oh, but I wouldn't want to stain your robes, my dear Queen... "
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 12:43 pm
As much as Alexander was thouroughly enjoying the exquisite game he'd been playing with Atora now that the young man had taken the bait and lunged, he couldn't help but be a might distracted by the sadistic display that was unfolding between the Hatter, Queen, and servant. As a result of his wandering attention span, the Negoro was plowed into by the shadow demon, dearly knocking him off balance. Oh, yes...he couldn't forget his pretty little playmate, could he?
The Ushioni easily shifted his weight just so, and in an instant the Shadow weilder was captured quite securely in the circle of the horned man's arms. Alexander let out a pleased noise of success at this and decided to give the man some form of dignity by replacing the stolen mask onto his face. Alexander was not without a minute pinch of kindness, after all.
Besides, he had a much better object to dangle now.
"Patience is a virtue..." he cooed delightfully into the young man's ear from his position behind him. "A virtue you seem to lack. What a shame. I suppose I'll have to give you a few lessons, then." And without another word, the Negoro seated himself in the dirt with the shadow weilder in his lap, perfectly content to watch the violent display put forth before them by the dear, dear ladies of the court. To someone as psychotic as Alexander, the sheer sadism of these women was something of admiration in his eyes. Oh, how he adored the beautiful ladies of his service! So cruel; so unforgiving in their punishments; so incredibly awe inspiring. To see them give their coquettish ruse of mild mannered submission to each other in conversation, only to have it paralleled by their ruthless slaughter; it was enough to send chills of desire down his spine.
Chills that were making themselves obvious to the prisoner in his lap. Alexander purred delighfully into Atora's ear once more, his sharp fingers pawing and kneading at the shadow weilder's arms in perverse delight at the blood fest before them. Ah, blood; that deliciously deep red wine that feuled the mind with thoughts of horror and pain. He loved it, so!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 2:41 pm
((My how I've missed my Queen. >D))
"Oh, m'dear, would we conspire against you if we knew you wouldn't enjoy it as well?" Questioned the Queen as she rose from her wooden little bench. Oh, but she didn't move with haste - no. It wasn't likely that the woman Judy would be moving any time soon and thusly, Hatter all the time in the world.
The queen, as tall and slender as she was, swivled on her feet check her gown. As much as she had tried to protect the rump of those elegant frills and laces which ranged from black to white with crimson inbetween, she never did trust those crude wooden benches. Last time she sat without protection she was forced to hurry herself back to the castle to change her garb.
Oh, but the bench paid dearly, WITH IT'S LIFE!
Long, elegant fingers which belonged to her free hand smoothed the material of her dress, and finally she moved. Long strides which matched the Master Hatter's dancer look elegance carried her away from where she once sat swiftly, despite the elegant gown she wore. She walked behind the Hatter, and a little ways further so that s/he might escape the spray of crimson that was to come.
She watched the Hatter move in a manner which did not carry him far from one place, and studied those movements with greedy eyes which soaked up the show before them. Hips moved with grace aided by thigh, and bum danced in a way that made it all that much more desirable.
It was by that point the Queen allowed a whimper to part those painted lips, soft and nearly silent so that only a cat could hope to catch it, or the Hatter due to the fact they were still quite close. (Distance wise.) Chest heaved heavily with a sigh as the queen spoke. "Oh, dear Hatter, you do know how to please a woman, don't you?"
Her attention wavered only once, and only briefly, to watch the antics of the a** bandits. Oh, but it was always so sad when they turned out to be right. It wasn't thrilling at all. "What is it that I owe you, dear Hatter?" questioned the Queen as she resigned to losing the bet which would end up being of no loss.
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Atora made contact! It was something he honestly wasn't expecting as his arms wrapped about the waist of his opponet. In fact, he was so shocked a puzzled expression instantly scribbled itself across his face as the shadow bending creature went wide eyed. In fact, it was once he was unable to support himself with his legs properly (He was calculating a longer jump.) he nearly caved to his knees.
His struggled to remain balanced were fruitless, and in the end he was a slave to Alexander's control. Atora instantly looked up, as if trying to find out what that beast of a man was planning those eyes still wide in surprise. Oh, things were not turning out in his favor at all - even when the mask was replaced on his face he could feel his luck quickly leaving him.
Oh, the tortures of Yomi were always present, even when one resigned to their fate.
He struggled only minorly, as he knew thrashing about would do no good. The male was, maybe, not that strong due to this thin build. However Atora couldn't do a thing due to his awkward positioning in the male's arms. Oh, and that damned cooing and purring! The fine, almost nonexistant and invisable to the human eye hairs on his ear stood up, warning him that danger was present.
Oh, but he said not a word even when he was seated with Alexander in the dirt, across his lap as if he were a doll. Atora's discomfort only increased. Oh, why did people have to touch him!? In fact, the fact that he wasn't at ease was made apart by his stiff shoulders and tense posture.
Oh, honestly, what was he a doll?!
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 4:18 pm
"Why do you shiver so, Atora? Are you cold?" the horned blonde inquired with a deceptively coquettish tone as he stroked a hand down the man's arm. "You poor dear...I suppose I'll just have to keep you warm, then." he stated, his arms pulling the tense body closer. Alexander looked quite pleased to have the young man so uncomfortable in his lap. He almost wished he'd struggle, but then again, he also enjoyed seeing Atora push the limits of his own self restraint. He was doefully aware of just how much the young man desired to be anywhere but in his lap, and it made the Negoro all the more giddy.
In a sudden bout of devious intent, Alexander chose to give the good ladies a show of his antics. He knew they enjoyed watching other's squirm just as much as he did. So in the spirit of sharing he decided to share his amusement by ellicitng as many delicious ractions out of the shadow bender as he could.
The demon deftly set hisdeliciously eager lips to work on Atora's ear, his tongue and teeth nibbling and licking upon the lobe there with seductive prowress. He made sure to keep his arms tangled forcibly around the young man's waist so as to ensure that he stayed put, though he decided to leave his arms free should he choose to put up a delightful little spat.
Only someone as mentally unstable as Alexander could enjoy his job, and he did. Very much so.
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 4:27 pm
One could say that the Hatter's sadism was his way of being well-mannered as to please his companion, the tall, elegant, bewitching Queen. After all, with half of that face obscured by the broad brim of his tophat and fine, ebon webbing of mesh the only thing visible for anyone's eyes to feast on were those deliciously full bottomed mouth of rose tint. Oh, it made his pouts so much more exquisite as that bottom tier jutted out just so, almost begging, for rows of teeth to pluck at with visciousness.
"My dear Judy, you know not how much this pains me." Despite the hold, deadly holt it was almost loving, with that blonde head cradled upon the Hatter's sighing, full bosom and those delicate fingertips caressing Judy's features. "Of all the wenches that've come thus far, you are the most enchanting... and the most qualified. OH! What am I to do?" Of course, as she sighed the poor woman's neck was pressed further into Lydia's side and already, a ruby necklace was already sported.
Perhaps that Hatter was only a voyeour and liked only to please his audience. Besides the Queen there was another, as s/he was so pleasantly reminded by his wonderful companion. " A Sixpence and crown, my dear love... but if I do say so myself, I'm not entirely correct." Indeed, Atora was still chaste... and sitting, not bent over in any shape or form.
Caramelized hues danced in the horned one's direction. Hatter could only catch a glimpse through the fine mesh of that hat, but 'twas enough for her to understand that he too was enjoying the "show". Despite that pout, the corners of those lips rose delicately, those hips shifted as to expose that derriere just so.
"Anything for my Queen," stated the Hatter, those tones dripping with induendo. Just what was that creature willing to do for the over dressed, courtly lady? Or perhaps, what hadn't Hatter already done? "Or perhaps you already tire of me?"
Again, there was that pout, that heavy sigh, the half-choked whimper of feigned sorrow. Fingertips dug into flesh, clawing, marking, the pretty features of the youthful Judy until she was marred. Crimson, tears, sweat -- they all mingled sweetly upon the short fingernails of the Hatter's hand. "What's this, are you crying.. bleeding? You've ruined my manicure!"
Well, maybe the Hatter wasn't so innocent after all. Perhaps, s/he was the most sadist of them all, always looking for an excuse to punish! That slender hand shifted, poked at Judy's eye visciously, once, twice, thrice... "There, now you have an excuse to do both!"
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