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 Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 2:56 pm
Hidden Wind  Fictitious [Aphrodite], Kel | Kouryuu [Aphrodite], Aijou | Seiteki [Eros], Ren'ai | Cupit [Eros] Kel looks up as do the other when Aimi stands. Apparently the fun was just about to start. In truth, this would be the groups first time having fun together let alone with a group as large as the one assembled. And it would also be quite a choir for them to all have fun at the same time since there's an odd number. This made their blood boil. Each stand and follow after Aimi, curious as to how things would fan out. Each time the four enter a new area, they can't help but draw attention and desire from those around them. Their sex appeal seems to leap from how it was before when they weren't really using any enhancements. Things were about to get very hot so going to a cold place seemed to be the best thing in case some weren't prepared for an explosion of lust and desire.
"You don't have to worry about us taking your gems, dear," Aijou says almost breathlessly.
"What we take isn't easily seen on the outside," Cupit says almost in a seductive growl. Once reaching their destination, Kel slides a hand across his forehead before grabbing at the bottom of his shirt.
"Is it just me or is it rather hot in this cold place you call home?" He coos, slowly lifting his shirt up and then over his head. Aijou seems to nod slightly, her eyes affixed on Kel's well toned chest and abdomen. Kel's eyes trail over Aijou's as Cupit and Ren'ai seem to stare deeply into the eyes of each other before glancing into those of the others.
"The fun begins... now," Ren'ai sighs reaching her hand up to Cupit's chin and gliding her hand slowly over his smooth skin.   Passions Quartet:: Technique Name: Passions Quartet Description: Currently Passions Quartet consists of four friends of Hidden Passion. Kel Fictitious and Aijou Kouryuu of the Aphrodite clan and Cupit and Ren'ai Seiteki of the Eros clan. Each just as good as the other at what they do. But all best suited for one another. In fact, either together or apart, each is capable of doing one of the following: Whenever the Passions Quartet is assembled in one place Sweet Seduction is automatically activated, for anyone that knows it, without the technique even having to be used. Activation Cost: Passive Ability. This can happen every time members of Passions Quartet enter an area. Drains the same for each move used and the same as if each had used the technique. This does not take up a move slot. Words = ?
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:45 pm
Hidden Mythology Ensei [Persian], Ryuu  "I don't plan on letting him hurt my mother," Ryuu lowly replies as a loud boom emits from outside again. "What's going on out there?" Ryuu's father tugs the arrow from his collar and flings it down to the ground.
"If you cared about your mother you wouldn't have left! Do you know what would have happened to this family if we hadn't sent that child-"
"Niyou," Beatrice whispers wiping away tears as Ryuu's father frowns.
"Niyou then. If we hadn't sent Niyou away? Our family would have no standing! We would no longer be the leaders of the Persian clan!"
"So it was about power?" Ryuu yells, his attention back to his father.
"No! This village needs the royal family because of our strength. If we were to not exist the Persian clan would die out! Is that what you want?"
"But... how? Why would Niyou's presence have such an effect?" Ryuu asks, his voice lower and a little shaky.
"The royal family is known for their silver hair and for the fact that we only have a son and a daughter for some reason. No matter how the royal family would try, that was all that was possible. So if anyone knew that Niyou had been born... we would seem like frauds. Not only that but..." Beatrice struggles to say, "they would kill you all. I couldn't allow three of my children to be killed along with your father so I chose to leave Niyou to the sea." Ryuu stares up at his mother stunned beyond words. His arms fall to his sides, his Chakra Bow disappearing along with the arrows out or shot. It was the life of his family or Niyou. Now Ryuu understood why his parents, or at least his mother, would have done such a thing. Words = Accumulated 1,277 since last update
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 5:39 pm
Substance Claudas Meliae Claudas entered his home village. Everything, at the time, seemed so down to him. Almost like he was carrying unwanted weight on his shoulders. A heavy burden lie on the new found shinobi. He looked towards the ground, at a small puddle and began to think about everything and how it used to be at the kingdom where he was basically the head of a people. All his friends, family, and even the strangers he encountered in his life began to race through his head like a miniature story... Day dream Thump, thump. That’s all he heard. No screams, no desperate pleas, just the sound of limp bodies hitting the ground, his parent’s limp bodies to be precise. Claudas shivered at the awful sound. He and his sister were hiding at their parent’s command, hiding in a sort of safety cupboard. There had been an intruder that the soldiers, for some reason, hadn’t stopped. An assassin. Claudas didn’t know why his parents, the king and queen, didn’t hide with them. Did they want to die? Did they think they could reason? Footsteps. Claudas held his breath. Moments passed. Silence. He slid open the cupboard door a tad and peered out. He could see his parents bloodied forms lying in front of their thrones. His eyes widened. Fear. They were dead. He slammed the door open the rest of the way and ran out. “Mum! Dad!” He was about half way across the floor when a long blade stuck out in front of him. “Well hello, Claudy…”
Claudas’s eyes shot open. He had a cold sweat and was breathing heavily. ‘A dream…’ He looked around his master’s suite. Sunlight was just barley peeking through the red velvet curtains. Claudas reached up and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, then rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The covers that once covered his body were in a chaotic mass on the floor, along with a few of the many pillows. The door opened. “Good morning, your majesty. I heard you wake.” Claudas gave the servant a less than pleased look. “O-oh, my apologies.” The servant ducked out of the room and softly shut the door. Claudas laid his head back down on the massive pillow that remained and closed his tired eyes. He had been having that dream and similar ones since his parents’ death. It caused him a lot of restless nights, leaving the young king tired and moody. Around a half an hour later, the servant came back, this time knocking gently on the door. “Enter.” Claudas’s voice was raspy, the way you usually sound when you first wake up. “Pardon my intrusion, your majesty, but I had the cooks prepare your breakfast. It’s waiting in the dining hall for you.” The servant’s voice was weak and nervous sounding. Claudas had little tolerance for most of his servants. He grunted and dismissed the poor soul, then got out of bed. A few of the other servants had his clothing ready and he was dressed and readied for the day.
The dining hall certainly was a magnificent place to eat. There were three tables. One was the king’s, meant for him, his family, and any guests. The next was for the higher ups such as, knights, important servants, and nobles. The last, which was much less magnificent, was for the regular, not important servants. Claudas’s breakfast was laid out buffet style along the length of his table. He strolled over to the head of the it. His chair was more like a throne. There was a servant waiting beside it who pulled it out for him when he approached. Claudas sat and the servant tied a silk napkin around his throat. “I am not very hungry this morning.” The servant nodded. “And we must wait for my sister to arrive before we start the meal.”
Towards the throne came an old man, his outfit was of bright colors, an old arch-mage that the king hired for various reasons. Mainly he was down the basement with his library of vast amounts of books. They say that humans are versatile but never the best at what they do. Many races would beg to differ when meeting with Ramos; a well renown mage in the land.
"Boy" Ramos was referring to Claudas already hearing his voice which was already displeasing him. "Remember to say please and thank you" While looking him in the eye while saying so. Intentionally trying to correct him of his manners, it could be mistaken as embarrassment to be degraded right in front of the servant. The throne that Claudas had was nothing spectacular compared to the prince, in fact it was more like a wooden stool that he sat on while looking over at the prince once again. "Boy. Keep your posture up" like an old man, he was constantly pestering the young prince over little things such as manners and form. "You want to end up looking like the ogre that attacked the kingdom some months ago? Had a hump the size of the largest boar I've seen"
The servants make there way over to Ramos to see that the mage politely had his hands cupped together diligent like. "Anything for you sir?" Ramos began to smile. "Yes, make sure when you wear your trousers you tighten your sash. We don't want to see your bloody posterior over the place" already catching the error of the servant while already embarrassed that his pants were getting stretched out.
"A salad please, make sure to add the eggs and crabmeat with a pinch of vinegar thank you" The servant walked off while holding his pants together, it was already embarrassing enough that he has to serve a master that he fears yet alone a mage that bosses him around, he didn't know who was worst.
Ramos gazes over to Claudas studying him carefully. Finally beginning to have an intuition so he takes a stab. "Have a good night sleep young Claudas?" notes the mage speaking in a more polite tone despite the sternness that he shows to him and everyone else, even the king.
Mika sat up. The wooden boards and bits of straw were not comfortable in the least but that was the only place she could rest the night before. She sighed and ran a hand through her short hair. She found a few pieces of straw stranded in there. She groaned and pulled the stowaways out. When she was sure she looked decent, she swung her legs off the side of the rickety bed. To her surprise, not only had she slept in her dress, but her leather boots were on also. "That must have been one hell of a night," she muttered to herself.
When she was able to stand without the support of the bed, she ran her hands over every inch of her dress. When she was satisfied, she checked on her hair once more. She gave herself a small smile to try to cheer herself up. Her mask was firmly in place now. She opened the small door of what she assumed was the bedroom and walked out into the kitchen/living area of the small house. A man sat at the table and a woman was near the fire. Mika smiled at the man who looked up when she entered, "Thank you for the lovely place to stay." He smiled "Please, sit. Have some breakfast," the man offered. She held up her hands as if fending him off, "No. I couldn't. Thank you. I should take my leave."
The man and his wife nodded. Mika made her way to the door she hoped led outside. She pushed the door open and was immediately blinded by the sunlight. She put her hand up to shield her eyes. At least she was able to recognize the area. Now, if only she could remember what she did last night to wind up at that house. She laughed lightly to herself. That was a silly thought. She probably wouldn't remember ever. She sobered up a bit more and hurried on down the lane. If it was morning, who knew what others were doing. She would have to get to the main village before lunch before someone started worrying about her. Well, she hoped someone would worry anyway.
'Oi Oi, time to wake up my sugarplum!' The dark haired man's eyes slowly opened, blinking slowly then looking up to see a translucent figure standing over him. No sooner had his eyes rested on the figure they turned away and he sat up, his hand swiping the air lazily; causing the figure to dissipate into a hazy smoke which lingered for only a moment before taking on it's human shape once more. Ascot however ignored the figure and got out of the bed just as normally as what one would do if this phantom figure was not there, the only thing concerning his mind being that the wood his bare feet touched was cold, and that he needed to dress hurriedly if he was to make it in time for breakfast. The figure took not of his worry and smirked, suddenly appearing beside Ascot as he reached within his large oaken wardrobe to pull out a clean outfit for that day. 'That's no way to treat me, in any case I'd hurry if I were you, I doubt little Claudas would be very pleased if his advisor of all people was late for a morning dine.'
Ascot stopped, turning his eyes to stare at the phantom. The man, although not much of a man, was an exact copy of Ascot in every sense. However there were some differences that one would note right away, that the person's hair was of a pure silver that was almost white, shining even despite being so translucent, and his eyes were two shades a brighter red then Ascot's own. Not that the differences would be noted by anyone, for it was a projection of Ascot's inner thoughts from his own sub consciousness. In a sense, a hallucination that seemed to always be present when he was awake. How long this figure had possessed and tormented Ascot with his comments and jokes, Ascot could not say or even begin to estimate. "Jared, if you would be so kind as to avoid speaking to me today, as much as I enjoy your company you are nothing more then a nuisance who plagues my thoughts and distracts me." There was not even a hint of kindness in his voice, speaking harshly with little hope in getting the hallucination to agree with him. He was quite aware that the choice of words he used were very contradicting, just as he was aware it would please the spirit, but he cared little as anything to do with this doppelganger whom only he could see would cause him to turn haggard and weary. In reply to his request, as Ascot expected, he received a chain of laughter from the being, who took a seat at a chair on the other side of the room, his eyes lit up with mischief. 'Whatever you may say, my dear Brother.' Later, once Ascot had washed up and dressed within one of his finest of outfits, he took leave of his room and took long and quick-paced steps in an attempt to make up for what time he may have lost. As he was walking, he let his eyes wander around the hall he was in, stopping on various objects that had caught his interest simply to stare at them, all while walking of course. When he finally did reach the grandly designed doors, which led to the dining room, he stopped to look beyond the glass of the great windows that stood behind him, to gaze at the sun that was rising up over the horizon and was bright enough to illuminate the halls in a gentle, pale glow. He observed the sight for a moment, even looking below the sun to see that part of the land outside the cities’ walls was visible, then turned sharply back around and pushed the doors open and stepped into the dining area. Inside he was greeted with the sight of three tables, all of which he knew instantly belonged to certain classes, and upon these tables he saw but only two people seated. At one table, was Claudas who sat at his throne like chair which was positioned at the head of the table, a napkin tied around his neck but nothing placed before him. A servant was standing by ready to be doted upon, but he made no move or gesture to do so. 'It must be that his sister is not here.' The dark haired man thought, turning his crimson eyes to the Staff's table, thought above the commons but below the nobles and King, was a knight whose name eluded Ascot's conscious and he didn't bother to give much thought to think about it. Striding away from the door, a servant nearby already moving to shut them behind him, Ascot stopped a short distance away from Claudas and took a deep and formal bow. "Your Majesty," He said as he straighten up his eyes moving away from the young boy to give the servant a piercing look, "How have you been since waking, Milord?"
Claudas gave the old man an incensed glance. He was in no mood on mornings like this. The dreams he suffered from caused great stress and made him moody. "Call me boy again and I'll have your head on a golden platter. You are the one who must speak to me with respect." Claudas boiled with irritation from the old man, when he heard Ascot address him. "I had a dreadful night actually. Have you seen my sister?" He was now growing tired of waiting. Everyone was tardy today.
Ascot turned his gaze away from the servant, who look as if she might break under his stare, to the brightly and rather eccentrically dressed old man whom Claudas addressed moments before. It was upon this second look the name of the elder popped into his head. 'Amoroso', a mage whom Ascot knew was well known throughout the land, and was surprised with himself for not remembering the man right away. After a few moments he turned back to Claudas and replied: "Unfortunately I have not, shall I send a maid to fetch her?"
"I swear, the people at this castle... No maid. I shall wait a little while longer. If she doesn't show herself, no breakfast for her." Claudas tapped his fingers on the solid oak table in an irritated manner. As his mood soured, his patience was strained. He already had a very short temper. In the past, he had a man hung for putting too much salt on his fish dinner. The cooks became fearful after that.
Alice's room was as dark as the night sky with no light anywhere. There was no way of knowing that it was actually morning where the sun was shinning brightly. Alice was sound asleep in her lovely king sized bed. All was silent in her very enormous bedroom when out of no where beams of light shone through the window, waking the princess from her slumber.
"Time to get up Princess! It is a beautiful day outside."
The woman held a strong accent, but a soft voice. She was the princess servant who always took good care of her. The woman almost took over the position of her mother sometimes. Alice tossed and turned trying to shield her eyes from the radiant energy. She did not want the day to be here yet. Alice loved to dream and didn't like to be woken up from one. The servant woman tied back her lace curtains and began pulling up the many layers of sheets from the girls bed. Alice moaned in protest.
"Don't whine princess or I will make this bed over you"
The older woman chuckled lightly. Alice violently shot up in her bed. She rubbed the sleep out of them, stretched her limbs, and jumped out of bed before she was buried in her sheets. The girl walked into her private bathroom to brush her teeth and combed her long hair.
"What time is it?"
The woman stopped making the bed and rushed over to girls dresser and pulled out of her many well-made dresses and placed it on the girls newly made bed.
"Time for you to go get dressed and meet your brother down in the dinning hall. He has been waiting a long time princess, so I suggest you hurry"
Alice didn't realize it was time to meet her brother for breakfast.
"Oh no! Claudas is going to be so upset with me!"
She ran out of the bathroom, her hair still in tangles, and threw off her night clothes and put on her dress. The princess ran out of her bedroom door towards the dining hall. Alice did not like it when her brother was angry. It seemed like the simplest things got his blood boiling. When that happens, normally an innocent man's life is the one that pays the price for his anger. Alice still loved her brother dearly regardless of his actions.
Darien was standing outside of the grand dining hall doors. He was awaiting the arrival of the princess, she was very late today. He didn't want to go into the hall yet for he disliked Claudas and didn't like facing him alone. Darien tapped his foot on the white marble floor in minor annoyance. He knew that Alice had over slept. He didn't understand why Claudas didn't let him watch over her. Instead the king chose some old lady to be her maid. The woman always let Alice over sleep. While Darien was in deep thought, he heard the light running steps of the princess. "Alice! Good morning, princess!"
Ascot bowed low once more, closing his eyes as he did, straightening after a short moment. "If that is what you desire, Milord." He said, excusing himself before turning around and taking a seat at the Staff table. Upon sitting he called forth a servant and gave directions as to what it was he wished to eat this morning, specifically telling the servant not to bring his food until both the Princess and his Majesty had made they're requests and were to receive they're own food. To him, it would have been a great disrespect to eat before the King.
'Not that you care.' A voice echoed in his head, immediately causing his eyes to wince as if he had received a sharp blow to the head. However, this he cleverly covered up with a false yawn which permitted him to close his eyes freely. It was when he started to open them the sound of someone running caught his ears, and he turned towards the door, rather slowly, to see who it was that would rush by, or in, slightly hoping that it was not the Princess, though he did wish she would hurry, for her brother's sake at least.
"Good Morning Darien"
The girl ran up and wrapped her arms around the man's slender waist. She quickly let go, not giving the man a chance to really hug her back, and ran into the dining hall to greet her brother. Alice bowed when her eyes met Claudas's.
"Good morning brother. Sorry I am so late"
Claudas gave his twin a less than pleased look. "Take your seat." He then called a servant over and gave him a small list of the food items he wanted. Darien frowned inwardly. This was how it had been lately. Alice had no time for him. It was always Claudas, Claudas, Claudas, maid, maid, maid. He stepped into the dining hall and took a seat at his appropriate table.
Alice could sense her brothers anger. Sometimes the princess was able to read her brother like an open book. They were twins after all. Alice took her usual seat on the right side of the table by her brother. She watched Darien taking his seat at the servant table. She turned her attention back to Claudas.
"So...how did you sleep Claudy"
Claudas froze. His mind went wild with the last word. 'Claudy.' He slowly turned his gaze towards his sister. His eyes raged with an inner fire, a deep pain. That name was the one that his parent's murderer spoke. The murderer had called him Claudy. Suddenly, Claudas stood up, slamming his fists on the table. "How dare you! How dare you call me that!" His breathing was off and he stared at his twin with the look of murderous intent.
Alice was surprised by her brothers sudden outburst. The girl had no idea what she did to make him react that way. She used to call her brother 'Claudy' all the time when they were younger. In fact, it was his nickname given to him by their mother.
Alice didn't know how respond to the situation property without angering her brother more.
"I-I'm sorry brother"
As Claudas fumed, Darien took a stand. It angered him that Claudas would speak to his sister like that.” With the utmost respect your majesty, that was uncalled for." As Darien spoke, Claudas had sat down again, but was looking at him with the look of death.” You would best silence yourself, or I'll have your head."
The last thing Alice wanted was for Darien to get in trouble for the mistake that she made. The princess didn't even know what she said to make Claudas so unhappy. She gave her brother the most sincere look she could muster.
"Brother, please don't be angry with me. I meant no disrespect"
Darien scowled, but sat back down. Claudas blew out a breath of frustration. He waved his hand in a gesture for the servant. They brought out the food he ordered and he began to eat, ignoring his sister's comment. Alice looked over to Darien. She could tell he was frustrated with the King. A lot of times the man told her things he probably wouldn't feel safe telling another person, like about how he couldn't stand Claudas. Sometimes Alice felt the same way, but she could never hate her brother. Claudas and Alice would always shared a bond, but her and Darien shared a special one. They have all been together since Claudas and Alice were born. Sometimes it seemed like Darien had become more of a brother than her twin. The princess directed her attention back at her brother.
"Brother, please tell me what is wrong"
Alice reached out her hand to touch his shoulder as a comforting gesture.
Taking notice of Ascot he began to look at the replica of him and began to stare. "Sometimes I wish I took work into cleric work, but a man can only do so much..." while taking another bite of his salad with a good fork full.
Ramos watches the princess come down to see that she was always in good grooming and well postured. "Good morning Alice" with a soft tone that he didn't seem to give to Claudas, especially with the way he's been acting.
While chewing down his salad while listening in to the conversation. The mage listens to the temper tantrums that Claudas was shouting. The mage looks disgusted in Claudas reaction to the princess. "Young Claudas, this is no way for a prince to behave! I expect you mandate your behavior the way your parents suspect you to act and that is to act in a Princely manner by showing your sister the princess some respect!" stepping in for Alice with his voice acting even just as harsh if not more harsh than Claudas was to Alice.
The servants didn't know who to be more frightful of, the prince could send soldiers that felt like without end to take you in. Yet, the wizard has magical powers to set you a blaze or turn you into something. Non organic? Or at least that's what's been rumored about what's been going on in the basement that he works in.
"I will not tolerate watching this kingdom endure a spoiled brat going through...Garr...mood swings! a-and acting berserk whenever he feels like it!" showing that he himself needed to control his own temper himself to prove a point.
Claudas twitched away from his sister's hand. He stood up again. "I am not a prince, I'm a king. I will not tolerate you badmouthing me anymore. Leave this place at once!" He pointed harshly at the door. "Or I'll make you leave." Claudas stood his ground, hands braced on the table, staring down the wizard.
"I will not leave, I have made a promise to your mother and father that I will see you become a man and be fit as king before I die and my word is my oath!" Ramos watched this boy grow from when the king hired him, the queen was pregnant.
"I go a long way back with your mother and father, I remember when your father was just a boy looking at my shop, I taught him what he needed to know about using your mind when it was fact that the opponent had more brawn, you BOY are still thick headed as your father when he was just a whelp!"
Ramos glares at him taking his challenge and the moment he would look the other way. "look at me BOY! you want to cast me out!? well you're going to have to take it with your parents because I'm going to watch to see that you become a king and a damn good one before I die!"
The guards could hear the shouting between Claudas and Ramos once again. "Damnit. Again?" sighed the guards. The captain; a dwarf looks at the few guards. "Let the steam blow lads...I'm sure it'll be the usual drill" Arguments could some frequently especially during this time where the pressure was high around the kingdom.
Claudas's face twisted with rage. "STOP BRINGING MY PARENTS INTO THIS! THEY'RE DEAD!" At that, Claudas threw down his napkin and stormed out of the dining hall. Darien rolled his eyes and walked up to Alice. "I'm sorry, princess."
Ramos simply eats his salad with only thoughts in his head. This wasn't going to work out if he remains to keep this way. The nation under a hot head like Claudas could mean a nation that is going to fall. "Princess, young Darien. Please forgive him during these hard times." Speaks the old Wizard who places his fork beside his bowl.
"I have one request for you. I won't be around long, watch him watch so that you make sure to steer him on the right path of becoming a great king because I see it in him. If I did not I would have told your father and left long ago when they passed on"
"I'll be at my studies, Raven Queen bless you both" mentioning his goddess before getting up to move along to the basement where he would resume. The king gave great funds and took advantage of it in any way shape or form. It was truly a blessing that he was able to achieve such high goals the way he has.
He was no artificer, but potions of the sort was very interesting as well as bits of technology. He has had artificers work for him coming with a project. Ramos has been studying to become a golem lancer, a very difficult monster to create. "It has no soul" said to himself and began to come up with a new schematic as of late.
"A war forged!" he says with shocked to see the prints to spread the paper. "by the grace of the raven queen.." looking at the war forged that was recently created, it has never started in the past 30 years. "It requires the blood of the chosen one. The bloody hell does that mean!" the wizard was frustrated and slammed the book together before throwing it and goes back to pick it back up and shelf it.
[Wiping the dust, dirt, and sweat from her fair brow with the back of her sleeve, a girl with long tendrils of bouncy curls huffed and in a satisfying manner put her hands on her hips. She looked around, her light baby blues searching, almost daring a spec of dirt to grime up the surfaces she had just cleaned. Considering that she deserved a break after her long tidying of one of the many wine cellars the castle had in store, she flitted out the solid oak door and down the corridor, a slight hop-skip present in her step. Each curl bounced in rhythm with her feet, and she hummed a sweet little tune to match her pace. It sounded something like, 'Hills over the river,' but with a couple extra bars added here and there. Epee couldn't help but pass the dining hall, where she saw a couple other peasants taking plates from the tables and even...the princess herself. Epee dashed away, in hopes of not being seen...for after all she did think she deserved a break.
[She knew that skipping out on royalty wasn't the best decision for someone of her status in the castle, but she just couldn't help but not feel completely satisfied with her work any more once the realization of who she did the work for wasn't agreeable with her morals. The soft pitter patter of her feet echoed down the empty brick walls, and emphasized even more by the cobblestones that made up the floor. A soft light was visible at the end of the expansive corridor, and Epee could almost taste the fresh air, rid of the fug fumes of old emulsifying wine. A couple of birds zoomed passed the door, but Epee couldn't recognize them for what they were, because she wasn't quite near enough yet. She heard a couple of sisters down the hall that was perpendicular to hers, and hastened to make herself as small against the wall as she could. Pressing her body against the cold brick she hoped against hope that she wouldn't be sighted. The sisters passed and Epee continued down the hall timidly, looking quickly over her shoulder every other step she took. After what seemed like was forever she reached the door, and a cool breeze played across her face. Whisking away her senses she just let herself become wild, and she ran; no, more like sprinted towards the grand stables the Kingdom took great pride in.
[Out of breath and a sweet pink color now leaving a smattering of blush upon her fair cheeks, Epee slid over the bolt on the heavy door and tip-toed inside the stables. Immediately she was overwhelmed by the smell of hay, freshly cut this morning to be fed to the King's horses. But Epee’s eyes were reserved only for the horse at the end, a regal chestnut mare, with a beautiful black mane by the name of Amber. Epee rushed to its side, and flung her arms around Amber's powerfully muscled neck and then cuddled her face into her long mane. Epee crooned to the horse in a sweet tone, "Oh, how I've missed you. How are you my love?" Epee drew her arms from around the horses' neck and Amber gave a replying whinny with a toss of her head. A bubbly giggle fell from Epee’s lips as she replied, "I thought so. Oh here--" with a sudden realization Epee reached down into her apron pocket and withdrew two sugar cubes, "I snitched them when I had my morning tea this morning. I'd thought you'd like to have them." Holding out her hand palm side up Epee offered Amber the sugar cubes, and Amber's soft lips grazed over her palm. Once again that joyful giggle rang out as Epee thought it was a grand tickling sensation. Then, she plopped down on a hay stack that was sitting next to Amber's stall. "I've got to tell you all about my day. Well, so far. For I'm sure I still have work to do...But, part of me hopes I'll be able to hide out here with you for a while. Would you like that?" As if Epee already knew that Amber would reply with a shake of her head she continued on, "I cleaned out another wine cellar, because that's what cellar maids do. And Anthony has my chess set, so I can't do that...Otherwise I would have delved into a good game by now..." and Epee trailed off, because Amber had nudged her snout into her hand, and now she was aimlessly stroking her across the muzzle. Her eyes searched the stable around her, as she thought about just how she would avoid working for the King and princess until she would completely forget who it was she was working for in the first place.
Zexel sat on one of the castle promontories, looking down at the city below with a frown. It had been a few months since returning to the castle, and already it felt as though all mirth had been snatched from his being. He recalled all the happy memories of this place, yet now, all seemed to be lost and the stone countenance appeared to look upon him satirically. He sighed, running a hand through his grey hair before jumping off his little perch and heading back inside.
Zexel was seventeen, lean, and had the strength to put his money where his mouth was, although, being a ward (or once ward) of the church, that wasn't always a good thing, and he hardly had 'money'. He had grey hair that was in need of a hair cut (although lately he had considered growing it long), and bright green eyes, both marking him for what he was: a Banshee. One wouldn't think a banshee would settle for working for the Church (he was a scholar and guard now there), and indeed, they were right, in part. He didn't work for the church, only studied there. No, he worked elsewhere, but thinking about it was as dangerous as speaking about it, so he'd been taught long ago.
Hands in his pockets, Zexel walked through the castle, searching it until he heard the ecstatic and slightly frustrated voice of Ramos coming from basement. Generally, Zexel had avoided the man. He was one of the few who knew who or rather remembered Zexel from his days being raised in the castle. Still, he was bored, and when bored, Zexel didn't always consider all the possibilities as he should have. Heading down to the basement, he saw the man standing over some manuscript, pondering it with the most perturbed expression.
"Anything I can help with?" Zexel asked, walking up behind him.
Auras sat atop the church tower near the castle's walls. He'd gotten into town the night before, and his first order of business was to learn the layout of the town and look for a way into the castle. In the hours before the sun rose he watched the night guards sit sleepily in front of the main gate. He'd almost gone for it then but noticed a more alert watch stationed just inside the walls. It would be near impossible for him to go over the walls, and he didn't want to consider moving through the sewers. The only way he could think of to get in is to steal a guards uniform and sneak in during a time when the guards were being changed out.
However this would only be attempted if a more normal approach failed. Later that day when his request to speak to the royal family had been denied, he staged his insertion into the castle. After knocking out a guard and leaving him tied up in the stables, Auras strolled into the castle through the front gate at sunset, and looked for the throne room.
Claudas walked to his throne room to cool off. He knew losing his temper like that was out of line, but he was twelve for God's sake. All of this stress wasn't good for him mentally. He approached the massive doors of the room. There were servants swarming everywhere on the inside, but he wanted to be alone. He dismissed the servants and went to sit on the throne his father once had sat on. His father had been a much better king than Claudas.
Labros trotted along the side of the east wing of the castle, near the stables. His wings were folded at his sides. His large paws kicked up dust as he walked. The kingdom wasn't exactly beautiful anymore, but Labros didn't really mind. He didn't mind a lot of things. Right now he was just hungry, therefore he was traveling to the stables.
Alice did not speak a word while the old wizard and Claudas argued. It was not her place, as princess, to protest, even though she wanted to. Alice felt lonely once they left, but it was also more calm. She desperately wanted to find out what she said to make her brother so angry. The last thing the princess wanted was for her last living family member to hate her. Pain and sorrow could be seen through the girls eyes.
"Darien...Why is Claudas like that?"
"Yes! burn that book to hell! and--" hearing a familiar voice when his tantrum was over. His good nature came back.
"oh. Zexel. Welcome" looking towards his hair already barking orders once again glaring towards him. "Your sword needs cleaning your clothes are filthy and you need a haircut!" he already lists some things before shaking his head.
"I'm trying to get this bucket of bolts to work, It's a War forged" explaining to him the large metal monster standing in the corner of the room that just seemed like an inanimate object or rather just a piece of knight's armor on a stand with a replica body inside.
"Have you heard of them? Not only do they carry the capabilities of a golem, but they are living constructs! Meaning that they are able to think for themselves without the need of orders while at the same time are able to have no need to eat drink or sleep like there construct counterpart! Truly fascinating!"
Admiring the large monster once again. "But nothing works! It says it requires the blood of the chosen one. Where in the nine hells do I that! I could get the entire village to poke a needle and I bet I still wouldn't find anything! Complete garbage I tell you! nonsense!"
"I heard your brother Zexel now since you've joined the order, congratulations! I have great expectations from the field you study, perhaps you can come work with me when I need you! I know of a pestering little human that has a shadow Doppler ganger following him. It annoys me terribly!"
The lab was a rather magical place where most cases a lab would be considered a place of great technology. Being a wizard, he does possess early developments of technology such as forms of *powders* that combust and make very deadly bombs and perhaps weapons of the future.
Her eyes had finally adjusted to the bright, morning sun. Mika blinked back a few sunspots in her eyes as she walked. There seemed to be no shortage of people as she walked down the lane. That was to be expected though. The king's land was always bustling with people, even with the current plague like conditions.
Mika ran a hand through her hair again. That was becoming a habit she would need to break. The palace towers rose above her. She contemplated going into the palace. The internal debate ended with her deciding to head in through the back. The servants of the kitchen would let her in, maybe ever off her food. Her stomach growled at the thought of a meal.
Swiftly, she moved around the castle walls making sure not to be seen. She knocked once on the servants' door. A woman opened the door and let her in when she saw who it was. A few of the kitchen staff put together a small plate of food that could not be presented to the king. She ate the food quickly then left it behind for them to take care of. Mika then sneaked out of the kitchen and into the castle halls. The paintings lined the walls and the eyes watched her carefully as she walked out. She shivered and placed her hands up her sleeves. The feel of her wrist sheaths added a bit of comfort. She didn't really have a mission, but being in the castle made her feel more important than she was.
Draco awoke, his deep blue eyes slowly opening, with much blinking. He lay on his back for a moment, rehearsing his dreams, he could hear the goings on of the castle sometimes as he slept and he had been awoken by the dreadful Wizard in his workshop again, banging about that Golem no doubt... also the arguing of the King in the dining hall this morning. He understood why the older dragons would seek out solitary places far to the north to escape the ruckus in their sleep.
But there were the good sounds too, he could hear the laughter of a girl bubbling from the stable, and Alice, poor Alice... The two twins had not been the same since the death of their parents.
A small tear fell down the side of his face... Draco still blamed himself for not being there to protect them, he had been fast asleep at the time, not hearing the sounds of death above.
He rolled over and stood up, his dark robes rustling against his skin. He glanced over to the steam pool toward the far end of the cave. Later, he thought, right now... His nose picked up on the aroma of various meats and bacon flowing from the kitchens, all the way up in the castle. After all he had not eaten in over two weeks now... the steam bath could wait.
He might even pop in on the wizard on his way to the kitchens, the lab was on the way, being lower itself.... He passed his armor and weapons on the way out, and selected one of his swords, not that he would need it, but the kitchen was less inclined to withhold on the meat when he was armed for some reason... after all, he hadn't eaten in over 2 weeks.
Darien sighed. He wanted to hug the poor girl, but he couldn't do that in front of others. "It's the stress, princess, that's all. Once the suffering ends and the kingdom becomes prosperous again, he'll get better."
Just as things couldn't get worst, a cold hand touched Claudas shoulder where it was feminine like his sister's, just as you thought you were going to snap once again it was a woman in a white minx robe to flash her style. "why hello there young king! Aren't you a handsome fellow!" she says looking down to gently scratch his chin.
The witch had her sister by the arm to bully them towards the edge outside the throne room to the ledge for them to see something. "C'mon! make your ways over here for a second, I got to show you something!"
"Don't mind the guards at the moment they’re. indisposed. Heh. Incase you didn't know. Yes! I am a sorceress!" the complete psychopath laughs looking at him. "I was told by my. erm. SUPERIOR! YA THAT'S THE WORD! that he's going to be seeing you soon!" She began to laugh chewing something in her mouth and spits it out to the floor beside him, it was a piece of tobacco.
"Incase you don't know who I am! I am Etienne! the self proclaimed most powerful mage of this land! and if you try to stop my master! you will suffer. The word. The word...CONSEQUENCES!" and with a gesture of her hands. "look over please.." she says having her hands gesturing as she keeps her distance a field of crops was nearby and a powerful jolt of electricity comes down to strike at the farmland to set it ablaze!
"I have many more magic’s where that comes from! perhaps..." looking over to the princess, his sister she began to snicker. "would you like to have a brother instead? I know curses to!" she jumps up excited at the thought of chanting something fiendish to make someone's life miserable. And looks back over to him. "or perhaps. Sisters? awe I like the idea, especially that the fact that a pair of sister's ruling the kingdom would be laughed right out of the kingdom!" holding two fingers at either of them like it was a gun she pulls out something from her minx garb, another piece of tobacco to chew with a happy smile across her fiendish mug.
Draco was walking up the many twisting corridors that defined the under-tunnels of the castle, there were no lanterns or other guiding points, he knew this place better than any, and besides, his night vision was excellent.
He was soon walking among the tiled portion of the keep, passing many under rooms and the cellars. There was a slight ruckus up ahead and he was soon poking his head into the laboratory of the Wizard, "There you are Ramos, how is the golem coming? Still pondering that bit about the chosen one? ... I am afraid that I was not able to piece the proper method together in my dreams..."
He hid his smile, of course he had managed to remember a spell that would let him run one of the machines straight off of his life force, a rare technique of a lone blood mage he had run into once.
However, although Draco knew he would be able to pull off controlling the creature if he brought it to life (because his life force was great indeed being a dragon), he was not so certain about the Wizard, if Ramos did indeed try to run it straight off life force then he would probably kill himself in the process. He did not mention it, not wanting to hurt the Wizard.
His blue eyes fell on the newcomer, "and who is this with you Ramos? Another assist--" He was cut off as a rumble was heard down the corridor... He looked back over to the wizard, "did you hear that lightning bolt?" His eyes switched between the two, who looked almost as clueless as himself... "Is it raining then?"
At their continued looks of confusion he was struck with inspiration and quickly walked to the large dusty mirror in the far corner of the lab, "don’t worry Ramos, I just need to scare something..." He grabbed a nearby towel and wiped the thing down, starting a small chant..
After about half a minute he finished up the string of syllables finishing with a quiet draconic word for "tower".
The towel dropped.
Draco sprinted out of the room, the other two could see the smoke and flames of the farmhouse clouding the mirror.
Alice's eyes lit up from the man's words. Being a girl of only twelve, the princess believed Darien’s words completely. Alice wanted the kingdom back to the way it was again, that way the people would be happy and Claudas would be back to his old self.
"You really mean it Darien?"
Zexel gave Ramos a hurt look, pretending to be insulted, "My hair? Oh dear, I didn't realize there was anything wrong with it, and I do believe my sword is quite clean, thank you very much."
Zexel looked at the machine indicated by Ramos. It was the most bizarre thing he'd ever seen. It had a large silver body that resembled a suit of armor, but seemed to hang animate on it's own, as though ready to burst to life at any moment. Honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to see it move. A warrior that couldn't feel pain and moved on it's own? Certainly it would be useful, but in a fearful way. The idea though that it would be able to think on it's own though...what if it decided that it didn't want to work for it's master anymore? He rather hoped that Ramos didn't figure out how to bring it to life.
"Perhaps, it is for the best. I've never heard of these beings, but they sound fearsome. And such blood shouldn't be wasted. It's a sacred thing after all."
He was pleased at the change of subject. The construct still brought unease to him. However, talk of the church wasn't really something he wanted to discuss either though. He had been a ward there for six years, learning the ways of the devout and 'finding the light', but he was no priest. A guard yes, and scholar, but...
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 5:47 pm
Claudus Meliae Continued ...not a holy man. Still, it was hard to feel uncomfortable around the wacky wizard. The man was so intelligent, if a little mad, and could always bring a smile to Zexel’s face.
"Yes, although, I do prefer studying history rather than magic. Magic is such a touchy thing and...well, my race is only apt at one type. You wouldn't happen to know anything on Banshee magic though, would you? It's ridiculously hard to find any manuscripts on it in the church and all of them are rather pointless.
Labros was still on his way to the stables when the farmhouse next to it burst into flames. He jumped to the side and stumbled a bit. His wings fluttered and he regained his composure. "Fire!" He yelped in a rough voice. He went sprinting towards the castle. "Fire!"
Ramos looks over to Draco and began to hear his voice. “Draco, wipe your feet” bossy as always and began to calm down. After continuous studying he studies the war forged some more and began to sit back down to take a break from the constant frustration that he was enduring with this.
“Golems are nothing, I can make them with the proper materials which are also very hard to come by, but this…this creature if the rumors are true has something that has been unheard of! Life!” he explains trying to calm down so that he could show better complexity to his Draco.
Ramos began to feel a presence happening when he heard the drizzle occurring. “I feel something..” he shakes his head and begins to hear him go and talk about another helper. “This is brother Zexel. well. Erm I think he’s a brother of the order he’s joined…” whispering to him lightly. “are you..? I haven’t had the chance to ask you”
Etienne looked towards the two siblings beginning to stare at them as she begins to hold her other hand waving her fingers. “Perhaps I should turn you to stone. I know some spells for that to! What to demonstrate..” looking towards the sky she seen a bird flying and began to spit some tobacco towards it to land onto the bird and turn that into stone as it caused the bird to sink all the way to where they were. “perhaps I should just have the lightning strike you right when you go to sleep, I’ll definitely have to build up some energy for that one!” she snickers powering her hand. “Since you’re so weak I think I’ll just kill you now”
As she powered up, suddenly a wand was pointing directly towards her as a disdainful looking face was glaring straight back to her. “Turn around tramp!” Etienne began to snicker until she turns around only to see who it was. That smirk suddenly went straight to see that it was him! “Ugh! and I thought the prince had problems! you're a complete mess! NOW MARCH!” she begins to back away knowing who Ramos was and he caught her off guard where her magic was now silenced by his own.
“Tell your master that if he thinks about stepping foot inside, that there will be wards that will set him ablaze that any enemy troops come within these walls! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS CASTLE!”
Darien nodded. He hated to lie to Alice, but it was for the best right now.
Draco burst into the throne room, the double doors thrown to both sides. The first thing he looked for was the king... seeing that he was not hurt, his attention turned to the rest of the room.
His gaze fell on the wizard who he had just been with a moment before.. "Ramos? ...how did you?"
He shook it off, now noticing the Witch, he had heard what was said before he even entered and he looked to aromas, assuming the Wizard had used a teleport of some sort.
He looked her in the eye now, "you do realize that you have trespassed in the kings chambers", he looked back to the shaken Claudius, "I will not allow you to leave this place alive, witch."
She should never have come here, then again, Draco could not blame her for not knowing that there was a dragon on the premises. Then again, she would never know now, would she?
Alice had noticed that Darien and herself had not yet eaten due to Claudas's outburst. There was so much food that would be left untouched. Her brother always ordered more food then he could ever eat and Alice never ate a lot.
"Darien, do you want to eat with me?"
"Oh, no. I couldn't...I shouldn't. You know it's not allowed, princess."
Seeing the fear on the kings face Draco could not take it anymore. He saw the tobacco, the spit, the stone bird. He did not even want to think what she might have done to him, here alone without protection.
Draco was just happy that he had been here this time.
The sword moved faster than any in the room thought humanly possible, end over end hurled by the furious golden dragon, it slammed into the witch before she even had the chance to cast a spell, followed quickly by himself.
Draco stood on the balcony, holding her with one hand, the other grasping the bloodied sword, it was covered in an unnatural black blood, the blood of a witch.
He looked her in the eye, "tell your master... That Draco sent you." His eyes glowed a bright gold and the witch burst into flames, being consumed by the wrath of Draco. He then let go, dropping her from his hand to fall, as a beacon of his anger, no more than a pile of ashes by the time she actually reached the ground hundreds of feet below.
He turned, seeing the boy, and was quickly over beside him, kneeling before the young king, "I apologize my lord. I have taken care of the threat."
The boy was not really "his lord", but Draco referred to him as such, out of personal obligation and affection for the boy.
Claudas shook his head. "Much obliged. Now then, I'd love to know how that garbage got in here in the first place." He was less than pleased, and it showed.
Draco stood up, nodding. "I as well..."
He looked down to the sword, still in his hand, and noticed the pungent black blood covering its magnificent Mythic blade. His disgust was apparent, and he made a motion as if to sweep the blood from the blade, but the blood instead evaporated, consumed by his flames before even leaving the blade. He sheathed it.
"there are many ways she may have gotten in here, my lord, being a witch, she could have teleported, or simply walked through the walls... I know not, but for future reference, if I might suggest, you should have the castle warded to defend from those spells by your Wizards. He looked over to Ramos with the last."
Claudas sighed and grew visibly angered when he looked at the wizard. "I want him hung." He spun on his heel and sauntered back into his throne room. He climbed up onto his throne (with not much grace) and slouched into it with a grunt. There was too much stress in the young boy's life
[Epee had dozed off among that hay that she had lain in. Dreaming about her mythical prince coming to take her away once more. Sleepily she opened her blue eyes to the noise of Amber neighing up a great storm. At once she seemed to perk up and she stood up to rub Amber's muzzle, but nothing but panic came over the horse. Amber's eyes were filled with panic, and much to Epee’s horror she suddenly realized why. A slight breeze carried a scent of soot and charcoal to her nose, immediately she licked the tip of her finger to judge from which direction the wind had blown. The east. What was in the east that could burst into flame? And then it hit her. The farmhouse. Quick as a whip she ran to the doors of the stable and then stopped in the doorway, placing both of her arms out in a protective stance. The first thing that popped into her mind at the sight of the blaze was, 'Is anybody in the farm house?' and then the next was, 'Eep! It's coming right towards me!' There wasn't a source of water readily available, she knew quite well that the well was far away, (having to carry water from here to there so many times). So what was the simplest solution?
[When Epee ran back into the stables all the horses had seemed to know something horrible was afoot. All of the steeds were bucking and neighing in protest, for they were well kept in their corrals. The next thing Epee knew she was unlocking all the deadbolts of the animal's corrals. She literally flew, her blonde curls flying behind her in the speed of her wake, going as fast as she could. As she reached each stall she knew time was of the essence, and she prayed to the gods that her fingers wouldn't fumble around with the locks. One by one, the horse's stable were unlocked, but they wouldn't budge. They all were in a frenzy, and the words that Epee were whispering to try and calm them down weren't having any effect. She needed help, and she wasn't exactly sure how to get it. She could tell that the flames were licking nearer and nearer toward the stables. Opening her mouth she drew in a deep breath, but she was choked by the smoke that now began to pour into the stable doors. Epee began to have a coughing fit, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes from the smoke as it engulfed the whole barn.
[Finally the horses seemed to have the danger sink in to its full extent. Epee slumped to the ground, choking on the smoke, as horses leaped out of their stalls and barely avoided trampling her with their hooves. Epee gave a strangled cry, "Help. H-h-elp!" Then, she felt the heat across her face, and the flames inching closer and closer. She tried another time, hoping that something, or someone will hear her, "P-please..." The only thing that pleased her, was the fact that the horses seemed to burst open the opposite door of the stables. But slowly she herself, was slipping into unconsciousness.
Draco stood watching the boy for a moment, then bowed and spun, leaving the room.
He stepped outside and called the guard captain over, "Captain, get some men down to the field please, I am afraid it is on fire..."
The captain nodded and turned, motioning for some of the men to do as he said.
Draco quickly headed off down the corridor for the kitchens, his boots clicking on the stone corridor. He would feast indeed. He also hoped to bump into one of the kings advisors on the way, he wondered how the rebellion had been going since he had gone to sleep, and would ask one of them when he got the chance. He also hoped to find the princess somewhere, she was another person he cherished, and he hoped the past couple of weeks had not been too hard on her.
Also, someone would need to break the news of the witches assassination attempt to her... although, there were was nothing he hated more than seeing her upset.
Auras heard loud crash followed by what sounded like a stampede. Smoke started to fill the sky and he turned around and started running for the area. He pulled off the guards uniform as he ran, tearing the tunic and throwing the armor to the ground. He came upon a fire burning wildly in the stable, smoke billowing out the doorway and flames licking across the walls of the structure. He saw the horses in a panic and a person on the ground. He climbed up onto the rafters and swung over the horses to get to the person. He picked the figure up and shoved his way through the horses, who seemed to part as he carried the person out of the barn. He ran out of the barn coughing from the smoke. He the person down and caught his breath. Rolling over he got a good look at the person for the first time. A young lady, she still looked very beautiful despite her face being covered in dirt and ash. He shook he arm and asked simply, "Hey, you alive?"
[Epee wasn't sure when she took her first breath of clean crisp air, or if she was even alive. 'Can you breathe in heaven, when you're dead I mean? I surely can't be alive...But it's so warm...' Epee nuzzled up against the arm that had embraced her, and felt rough skin and rather rough clothing. Suddenly her eyes opened wide, and a tidal wave of light made her recoil. She had to blink a couple of times to allow her eyes to adjust. Then, she slowly turned her head to the right, and her eyes beheld a man with long gray hair. She couldn't think of much to say, and as far as she knew she wouldn't be able to anyways. When she opened her mouth a wheezy cough emerged instead of words, and she immediately closed her lips, encasing the cough and muffling it a bit. Instead of coughing she sat up and faced her 'savior'. She bowed to him from her knees and a couple of tears streaked down her face, tracing lines in the ash and soot that had been there before.
[Using her sleeve she tried to rub some of the ash off her cheeks, for she found it was suffocating her fair skin. Then she looked solemnly over at the stables, hoping beyond hope that the Prince wouldn't have her head from the building being burnt beyond recognition. She sighed and then looked back to the man that she didn't really know. "T-thank you. Very much." That was all she could muster, but luckily her lungs didn't control her smile, so she flashed the man a genuine one. She then bowed again and said with her bell of a voice slightly obscured by a wheeze, "I'm Epee."
"Don't bow to me, I've done nothing to deserve it." he said just above a whisper. After tearing the now smoldering remains of the guard's tunic off, he reached into his robes and got his water jug and offered it to the girl. He turned his head to see the rest of the barn be engulfed in flames, embers falling around them. "Are you hurt?" He glanced up and down her body looking for any injuries, and then looked at her quietly waiting for an answer.
[Epee shook her head 'no' to his question. She wasn't really hurt, she was more exhausted if anything, despite the nap she had taken earlier. The adrenaline that had been running through her veins was now fading, and her muscles were now aching from running to and fro so fast. Then her gaze too fell upon the barn, which was slowly burning down to embers. It had all happened so fast, the destruction. When she turned back she realized she was being offered a canteen. Gratefully she took it and pressed it to her lips. The cool water was welcoming on her tongue, and it washed the ash that had been stuck in the back of her throat away. She gave a satisfying 'ah' when she was finished and a tad embarrassed she handed it back to the man empty of its contents. "Thank you once more. You're very brave. Saving cellar maids from fires. Is that your career choice?" Epee laughed her little tinkling laugh and looked her hero in the eye. He had a mysterious air about him. Epee burned to ask him many questions, but growing up in the castle as a servant she had learned to hold her tongue.
Auras gave her a rare smile when he heard the joke. He took the canteen and tucked it into his robes as he stood. He rested one hand on the hilt of his blade, and offered the other to the girl. "Not one of my normal activities, and unless you're the daughter of a duke or noble, I doubt I've made any money doing this." He said at almost a normal volume. His remembered his original task and how much time he'd just wasted. Placing that in the back of his head he then turned to the girl and lowered his hand so it would be easier to reach.
[Taking the hand she was offered she stood up and wiped herself off with her hands. Her skirts ruffled as she batted them down, they too were covered in soot. She gave a slight moan from the pain in her legs, but she tried to pass it off as a small cough. Unfortunately it was unconvincing. She looked down to her ankle, and saw a deep purple bruise appearing. Suddenly feeling faint she wobbled a bit, but caught herself with help from the gentleman. "Well, thank you all the same. Unfortunately I can't repay you...But if there's anything I can do..." Her voice trailed off. She wished she really didn't just say that. Unless if the man wanted a grand game of chess or something cleaned to the brink of it never daring to become dirty again she really didn't know how she could help him.
Alice was saddened by Darien’s response. She wanted them to have some time together, but the man had a point. If Claudas came in and saw servant at the royal family table he would be furious.
"Ok, but can we play together later?"
Darien gave her a quick pat on the head. "Of course." He straightened himself and walked over to the servant table to grab something to eat.
Alice smiled and ate her breakfast alone. She was a little lonely, but it only took her a couple of minutes to finish. There was so much food left that it made the princess feel wistful. She walked out of the dining hall and down the elongated hallway to the throne room. Alice was hoping to see Claudas so she could talk with him. She pushed open the door a tad and saw her brother sprawled out, sitting on what used to be their fathers throne.
"Hum...Brother?"
Alice wanted to make sure she had her brothers permission before she entered.
Claudas was indeed sitting on the throne, but he was sound asleep. He had one elbow on the arm of the throne, which he was leaning his head on. The miserable night sleep he had gotten had taken it's toll. The event with the witch and wizard also had had some negative effects. It didn't look like a very pleasant sleep.
Auras wordlessly took her hand and slid underneath her arm to act as a human crutch. "We can discuss that later, first you need to lay down and let someone care for your injury." He slid his sword across his belt so it rested at his back, and then slid up next to the girl giving her full support. "Do you of any Doctors around? Or perhaps an Alchemist?" He had considered the possibility of taking her back to the castle, but they would want to ask him questions before even considering helping one of their workers.
Alice noticed him sleeping and decided not to wake him. It would be best to let him sleep. Claudas seemed tired while at the breakfast table. He looked so calm when he was asleep. Alice didn't see him asleep a lot seeing that they slept in separate rooms. She backed out of the throne room and down the hall.
"I think I'll go find Darien!"
The girl looked around into the many rooms on her way back to the dining hall where she last saw the man. She walked in to see many butlers cleaning the long royal table. Darien was still sitting at the servant table.
"Darien!"
Darien spit out a bit of food in surprise. "Oh! Princess, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to find your... brother."
[Epee gratefully took the support the man had given her. But he really had her stumped on somebody that they could go visit. Epee hadn't really been known to catch a cold or injure herself in her line of work, and the only nurses she knew were the nuns that would run amok through the castle busily attending their sisterly duties. But she did know bruises needed to have a cooling sensation applied, so couldn't a river to just as well as a doctor? Timidly Epee spoke up, "There's a stream not too far from here...Where the horses sometimes drink? It's a little bit in the wood, but I could probably soak my foot in there. And if you have some business to attend to I can sit by the riverside." She thought it was a grand idea, and quite a good one. Although, she hoped the man would stay at least for some form of company, but she knew other people had lives too.
"Well, I found him in the throne room, but he was asleep. I thought maybe you wanted to play with me now?"
She gave the man the sweetest smile she could muster. Darien could never resist her charm.
Darien gave the girl a crooked smile. "Sorry Allie, you're adorable, but I need to tend to my duties before I can play. Can't have your big brother getting mad at me, now can we."
"That will work, but if I could find some apothecary supplies you'll feel better, sooner." He tried to remember if he had passed by any stalls in the market that would have sold something like that, but he couldn't recall. "Just tell me where to go."
Alice's bright smile turned into a pout when she heard Darien’s answer. She knew he had a job to do, but the child in her wanted to play with him and he did promise. She whinnied
"Fine"
She turned and left the dining hall. The princess didn't know what she was going to do to keep herself entertained. Alice came up to one of the big castle windows and noticed how pretty it was outside. The princess looked down into the garden and immediately knew what she was going to do.
Alice ran through many hallways, past multiple maids and outside into the garden. The area was filled with many beautiful flowers and exotic plants. Alice liked to walk through the garden and admire the flowers when she wanted to be alone, or was just bored.
Baron was undetected, up in one of the tree's in the royal gardens. He was waiting for an opportunity to sneak into the castle to cause some mischief. He could hear the sound of footsteps coming towards him. It was a small child
"It's the princess. This could be interesting"
He grinned wide as he watched her get closer to the tree he was in. A plan was forming in the sly demons mind. When she was right below the tree he jumped out in front of her giving her a scare.
W-who are you?
"A friend of the kingdom my princess. I mean you know harm"
He preformed a polite bow in front of her. Alice didn't know weather to believe the strange looking man, but he didn't seem to bad.
"What is your name mister?"
A got up off of his knee and stood up straight.
"Baron, princess"
"Do you...want to play?"
Baron didn't express how happy he was. His plan would surely go smoothly now.
"It would be an honor"
Alice innocently grabbed the man's hand and led him towards the castle. The maids and other servants took notice of the stranger. Seeing the princess with a rough looking man made them nervous.
"So princess, what do you want to play?"
Alice quickly answered
"Hide-and-go-Seek! And you can be it"
Draco walked into the dining hall, just missing Alice.
"Ah, Darien, just the man I wanted to see!" He grabbed a passing servant and placed his order, motioning Darien’s way, his intention to sit with the man.
The maid he was talking to gave an incredulous look as his list went on, he ordered over three different types of meat, all medium rare and steaks. She bowed, the turned and walked off, shaking her head.
Draco was soon sitting across from the man, "The king was just threatened by a witch in the throne room...." He looked down, shaking his head, "I am just glad I was there in time..."
He looked up after a moment, "anyway... I would appreciate it if you would bring me up to speed on the rebellion since I’ve been asleep this time.." Darien, being one of the kings advisers, was one of the men Draco got his usual reports from after sleeping for awhile.
"Sir... Sir!" Azure’s eyes blinked open, his vision shaking before him and head in a spin, not to mention in pain. Bring his hand up, which was dangling limply over his bed, he went to rub his face awake, brushing the sandman's dust out of his eyes as he did. "Hey! He's awake!" He heard, strangely from below. 'Below? Little people?' He thought confusedly, looking over the side of his bed and in search of these "Little people". Looking down, he saw exactly what he thought he heard, but was confused by it. down below him, were small-looking people, looking up at him. The majority of them was children, but a few older looking ones had gathered nearby to look up at him. Uncomfortable with this attention he rubbed his eyes once more, speaking as he did. "What? Never seen a human before?" Shaking his head, he went to turn it to the wall away from the little people down below on his floor he assumed to be a hallucination from drinking too much. Staring at his wall, he found himself chuckling, and wondering why it tilted away from him as it went up and seemed to be made of shingles. It was then his hangover mind realized something was wrong, and he lifted his head and looked down at the bed he was on, which happened to just be a mattress whose side was caught on the gutter and prevented it from falling down onto the street below with him hopefully on it. "WHOA!" He shouted suddenly, jolting up into a sitting position and looking around even more confused then the little people from before, who he now realized were people. 'What in the blazes happened last night?' He thought, eyes wide and body still as the sound of the gutter giving away reached his ears. 'No! No! Not important, more important I get down from here... now where is a we-' He didn't get a chance to finish the thought, as when he went to turn his head to look for a window he might be able to climb to the gutter gave way and with it the bed, him still on it. "AHHHHHHHHH!" He shouted, the whole way down, grasping the bed now for dear life as it plummeted to the ground.
Upon landing, the recoil of the springs on the bed forced Azure, who was winded during the impact of the fall, back into the air some six feet before coming down and landing flat on his back on the hard cobblestone ground. Groaning, he blinked his eyes open and looked dazedly at the children and adults who had gathered around him. "'Hello." He muttered, vision shaking and finally going black after a few seconds, the last thing he could remember was the sensation of being prodded with a stick in his side.
Darien was a bit surprised to see Draco, and to hear about the report. “Oh, that's terrible." His voice didn't hold much concern. "Well, let's see. The rebellion actually hasn't been making any moves and it seems that their numbers are dwindling." Darien didn't want to give too much information away, on account of he was secretly in the rebellion.
The last thing Baron wanted to do was play childish games with the princess, but he would have to keep up his nice act.
"Okay princess, go hide and I will come find you"
Alice looked incredibly happy as she ran off down the hall. Baron waited a minute to make sure the princess would not run back his way. Baron figured she would pick a pretty complicated hiding spot. He would have some time to explore.
'Man is the princess gullible'
Baron snickered as he raised his hand and opened up a black abyss in the nearest wall. His mission was to find the king. He figured he would be sitting on his throne, but Baron had no idea where it could be. Baron walked through it before he was spotted.
Sasha whistled a happy tune to himself as he sat atop of a spire on the castle. He sensed that Baron was inside the castle. "Wonder how he managed that?" He started fooling with his prized slingshot. He had been sitting up there for around an hour, shooting servants with pebbles. He loved to see there reactions.
The portal led Baron into the king's throne room. He stepped out cautiously to make sure no servants were around. The last thing he wanted to happen was he would be caught in the castle. He looked over to see Claudas asleep, sprawled out on his throne. Baron chuckled
"Awesome. He's sleeping on the job"
The demon walked back into his portal and came out behind the throne. He walked out and over to the side of Claudas were his head was resting. He snickered as he lifted the crown off the boys head and placed it upon his own. Baron paced around the room walking like a soldier.
"I hope he wakes up so I can see his stupid expression"
Claudas twitched in his sleep, but other than that, nothing. He didn't wake.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:09 pm
"Fascinating. I didn't even know that places like this existed." Syl stayed close to the group, but allowed herself to be lost in the wonder of this strange underground community. It had been late afternoon when their hike started, but in this cavern-like village, there was no night nor day. It was all the same warm glow of artificial light, one time for sleeping, working, and playing. Sure enough, Syl thought to herself, an adventure, and of the most perfect kind imaginable. Even deep under the earth, there was always something new to discover, some new pleasure to be had, some new person to meet. And--
She looked around her group with amusement that she didn't bother to hide. Six Passion ninja and a sweet girl who had offered her home to the lot of them. A walking orgy. But of the entire group, in Syl's eyes it was Lily who glowed the brightest, almost as if she was the leader of the group and the rest were her companions, following her lead into this mountain retreat. But of course, Syl knew she was a less than reliable judge.
As she removed her weapons, then her shoes, and stepped into Aimi's house, Syl took a deep breath, turning to Aimi and nodding sweetly, turning the top of her head to her host, a gesture of respect. From the looks of Syl's companions-- and from the mutterings that Aimi was still managing to remain oblivious to-- and from the sex that was positively oozing from their very pores-- there could be no doubt as to what the six of them were planning. Even more fun, there was an odd number of them. Despite herself, Syl found herself slightly restless with anticipation.
Lily took a deep breath as she moved into what was doubtless the most dangerous part of the process. "You've probably overheard that the lot of us are from the same village. It's a bigger coincidence than you might think," she started, turning to face Aimi, her usual confidence reined back into a kind of disarming, almost apologetic politeness. "I can't really expect you to know what our village is known for, since until recently nobody's even known that we existed." Syl watched her partner intently, making note of every little precaution, every tiny seductive motion. Even the tiniest detail-- her half-open shirt, rolled-up sleeves, and the gentle, soothing sway of her hips as she crossed the floor to draw close to her mark-- was amplified by the energy she was exuding. No, not chakra-- but a different kind of energy altogether, a mundane genjutsu that the Passion ninja would notice all too clearly, but Aimi would not.
"I know no other way to say it," said Lilith once she was within an arm's distance of Aimi. "Intimacy drives us, and passion defines us. The stories say that we are known as the best lovers in all the nations, and those arts are passed onto us through heritage and training."
Lilith gently slipped an arm around Aimi's waist, like a lover or perhaps like a dear friend, aware of how much older she was than the girl and trying to comfort rather than intimidate her. "Three of us are Eros; three are Aphrodite. Clans, with unique lineage and properties, just the same as the Kailash, the Hyuuga, the Orimara. We--"
At this, Lily turned to face Aimi, resting her hands on the girl's waist, gently, never insistently. "We thrive, and grow stronger, through intimate contact. But not unscrupulously."
"This is your home," continued Syl, picking up her partner's speech, "and you honor us by taking us as guests. You stand to gain something from sharing yourself with us-- an Aphrodite's bond makes us allies, for you to call on whenever you are in need. And of course, you have nothing to fear from us. If it seems like my partner is trying to seduce you, she is-- but it is with no motives but that which naturally drives humans to such acts, no matter what clan they hail from."
Lily's Sweet Seduction is, naturally, cranked to full power right now. : D
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:00 pm
Hidden Wind  Aimi blinks as one group of her new friends seemingly got ready to entertain them selves, but her attention is drawn back to Lilith as she speaks of her passion, the clans, and makes herself comfortably close. Which was odd since Aimi has never been in such a way and never had she thought it would be by another girl. To her this felt so right...Not that she was fixing to be used by six sex crazed ninja, but being in Lilith's arms. Aimi feels the intense energy off the four occupied with themselves, and Lilith's energy just seems to pull her in deeper. She nods to Sly with a warm smile as she nearly melts into Lilith's arms, "A-alright. I...um...would like that." The Kailash girl leans up and kisses Lily softly..what in the hell was she thinking? She didn't know only thing that she could make out in her head was that her heart was racing fast. Her judgment clouded by the intense effect of all the combined Genjutsu, but Aimi still felt that she wanted this. After the kiss she removes her shoes and places the sword to the side. All this before closing and locking the door so that no one would just walk into the group.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 12:35 am
Hidden Wind  Fictitious [Aphrodite], Kel | Kouryuu [Aphrodite], Aijou | Seiteki [Eros], Ren'ai | Cupit [Eros] Aijou paces around Kel a moment before slipping her index fingers into Kel's front belt loops. She was resisting her urge to attack Lily by distracting herself with Kel. She tugs him close to her, his arms outstretched lazily at his sides. She inches closer to his face. Her lips quiver for only a moment before his cool, sweet breath fills her nose. She leaps onto the tips of her toes and presses her body into his and kisses him passionately. This made it hard to believe that they weren't a couple. But for some reason it was obvious they weren't. "Do you remember the last time you played with me... Kel?" Aijou asks slowly kisses all along Kel's face as she nears his ear.
"I'm not good with numbers at times like this. But it's been far too long," Kel groans as Aijou bites down on his ear. Kel's head raises, his yellow green eyes blazing with passion, with desire. He wraps his arms delicately around Aijou before twisting her around, until her back faced the wall nearest the door. He clutches her back, he kisses her neck, he pushes her backward. Before long the two completely forget about the others. Kel presses Aijou to the wall before his hands creep down to her behind and then her thighs. For now they were only trying to start the car. Nothing was happening aside from touching and kisses.
Cupit and Ren'ai, seeming almost unfazed by the desire and lust in the air, connect eyes once more; Ren'ai straining to turn her head in order to lock eyes with Cupit. Cupit shuts his eyes, his body shaking once before his arms suddenly wrap around Ren'ai's waist. At the moment they looked like two virgins content with simply holding one another in their arms. But soon Ren'ai turns and kisses Cupit passionately. She clutches the top Cupit wore as her arms slowly slide outward, the sound of fabric tearing. Cupit opens his eyes as Ren'ai looks up at him. She growls and then pushes him backward and onto the ground. She falls to a crouch on the ground as Cupit props himself up on his elbows.She slowly makes her way towards him, her body shifting up and down and side to side seductively. Her right leg and left arm, her left leg and her right arm, and then the same again was the way she neared him. Her right arm was the first to reach Cupit and pressed down on the floor beside him before her other hand follows her right but presses against the floor between Kel's legs. Her eyes narrow, as do Ren'ai's, before he pushes himself up and forward. He reaches his right hand to the side of her face and strokes it as he closes in for yet another kiss.
In truth... Cupit and Ren'ai were virgin's. Somehow they had never had intercourse. Maybe the only two to have come from Hidden Passion, virgins. But they didn't show it. The way the touched, moved, and even burned with desire made them seem like professionals in the art of love making.
Meanwhile Kel and Aijou are still against the wall but seem to have paused for just a moment to glance at Syl. "We have room for one more," Aijou coos.
"Care to join us? Or are you quite content over there?" Kel asks pressing Aijou into the door even more, dragging her attention away from Syl now and then.   Words = ?
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 8:07 am
Lilith knew that it wasn't coercion that had brought Aimi into her arms. In some very real way, Aimi had wanted this from the start. The girl's warm body pressed against hers reminded her of nights spent hiding from the instructors in a secret corner of the barracks. Her soft kiss reminded her of--
... No. Every kiss was different. The Eros knew this. Lily wrapped her arms around Lily's back more firmly as she drew close, but she returned the kiss without increasing it, giving Aimi what she was ready for and no more. Aimi smelled earthy, and her hands were cold. She did not apply any pressure with her lips or teeth, the sign of someone slightly timid. Lily's heart softened for her "mark." She would take good care of this girl. Ah, if only it were possible to keep things so gentle, so sweet and sighingly warm between them. Sadly, the fun part, the part that Lily liked best, had to happen sooner or later, especially with Syl plus four others in the room, a chance which Lily refused to miss out on.
When Aimi broke away from the kiss, she let the girl do whatever it was she'd intended to-- Actually, locking the door was a good idea-- but soon was upon her again, squeezing her slightly and bringing her into a much more passionate kiss, probing with her tongue and bracing the back of Aimi's head with her hand. Then she took a step backwards, towards the door where the rest of them were accumulating, bringing Aimi with her.
Sylassana stood, turning her back on the scene between Lily and Aimi, and walked towards Kel and Aijou. "Plenty of time for musical beds," she said with a sound that was just shy of a giggle. "Don't worry, dear friends. I'm not leaving until I've gotten bonds from all of you. I consider it training for the exams."
With that, she ran her fingers up Kel's spine to make him shiver, then placed her hand on his face and nudged him away from Aijou to give herself space to slide between the two and take Kel's place pressing Aijou against the door.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 2:21 pm
Hidden Wind Aimi blushes deeply as Lilith kisses her again, this time with more passion while her tongue easily finds its way in the Wind ninja's mouth. She closes her sparkling red-brown eyes, as her tongue guides Lilith's around her mouth. The Kailash girl gently breaks the kiss and blushes, "I'm new..at this Lily, but I trust you." She guides her Eros lover to the couch and pulls her on top of her. It was true, Aimi had wanted this to see how it would feel and for some reason Lilith made her heart beat faster. She wraps her arms around Lilith shoulders, if the girl could purr she would. She was as happy as she could be, and she wanted closer and go farther but she had no idea what to do next. The Kailash takes a chance and grabs softly at Lilith kissing her passionately again while pressing into her into the Eros. She refuses to let go afraid that Lilith will skip to a more skilled partner.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 3:36 pm
Hidden Wind Fictitious [Aphrodite], Kel | Kouryuu [Aphrodite], Aijou | Seiteki [Eros], Ren'ai | Cupit [Eros] Ren'ai continues to kiss Cupit as the hand she pressed on the ground beside Cupit finds its way to the fabric dangling off of his shoulder. Ren'ai tugs it from his shoulder and down to the ground and she sits up and onto her knees. Cupit's hands glide up and down her back before reaching up to her shoulders. He gently tugs her white jacket from about her, Ren'ai shifting her arms so that he could pull the jacket all the way off. For the smallest of an instant she felt sorry she'd ripped off Cupit's shirt while he was carefully removing her clothes but when she remembers the look in his eyes when she did it she soon forgot all about it. Ren'ai bites down on Cupit's bottom lip as her hands reach upward to clutch his hair in her hands. Cupit was gentle, she was rough. Is what some would see. But in truth Ren'ai was gentler but seemed to know that Cupit liked a little roughness. And so she provided it. And Cupit was rougher but seemed to know that Ren'ai liked it gentle on her end. So he provided the gentle touch she desired. They were reading one another as clearly as Kel and Aijou who knew each other for a long time.
Aijou watches as Syl makes her way over. She happily allows Syl to insert herself in between her and Kel. Kel, as Syl made her way in front of him, gently places his hand upon her waist. Once she was in between the two he would slowly shift his hands up her sides slowly, bringing his body closer to hers. Once his hands reach the back of neck and disappear into her hair he brings his head downward and begins kissing her all along her neck, shoulders, and upper back. Aijou closes in for a kiss, almost to welcome Syl into the group, as she uses her index finger to draw circles on Syl's stomach while her other hand touches the space between her breast and stomach then slides up and down it. She couldn't help but smile. She had been so use to playing with Kel's body and hardly remembered the last time she had fun with a girl. It was refreshing and seemed to cause even more desire to well up inside of her.
By now Cupit and Ren'ai had shifted positions yet again. Ren'ai lays on her back beneath Cupit, him atop her and on his hands and knees. Her top was still on but Cupit was kissing along her body as if he were kissing her bare skin; her stomach, her chest, her sides. Ren'ai was simply enjoying the time where she was being played with by Cupit. It was as if she were taking a break. But her hands were busy clutching his hair and occasionally touching all along his face when her drew close to her neck. At some point Cupit's pants had gotten undone but they weren't off yet. Things were getting more and more serious but still nothing was happening yet. The fireworks were still being arranged.   Words = ?
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:38 pm
Lilith didn't let go of Aimi for a moment, squeezing her happily even as she gently lowered the smaller girl to the floor, undressing her as she did, her expert hands making quick work of cords, clasps, straps, whatever was between her and Aimi's body. It was good that the little one was enthralled, and clearly eager, or else this might have been an uncomfortable situation, being 'prepared,' as it were, by an older woman while the rest of the room prepared to join them.
Lily was not unaware of this. "Don't be afraid," she cooed, leaning close as she reduced Aimi to her undergarments, then started on her own outer clothing, without even needing to look. "I'll take care of you, dear." Her top was hanging open, but she didn't bare her body for Aimi just yet, instead stroking the girl from shoulder to hip with an adoring expression.
Syl's eyes closed and her smirk opened into an expression of sheer passion as she started to fumble with Aijou's belt. Yes, here on the floor in the main room would be fine. Cramming everyone into a bedroom would be crowded if not impossible. She removed Aijou's belt with a bit of difficulty, distracted as she was by Kel's attention, and her efforts became clumsier still when she was pulled into a kiss. Her mind drifted and then was lost, asleep, and she knew only then and there, wedged between two experts at the art.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 5:13 pm
Hidden Wind Aimi was happy that Lilith didn't leave her for one of the other ninja, quite happy that no one was being left out of the experience. She blushes hotly as Lilith's fast and skilled hands finds the weaknesses to her clothes and reveals her soft skin underneath, though she stays in her simple but the the less cute undergarments. Her body for the most part exposed as Lilith begins to work on herself, teasingly she leaves her womanly curves hidden by by the open clothes. Aimi manages to nod softly as Lilith tries to comfort her more, "I trust you, Lily." She responds simply and quietly before pulling her into another hot and passionate kiss. Easy to say Aimi fully accepted Lilith and enjoyed these teases.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:31 pm
Hidden Wind Fictitious [Aphrodite], Kel | Kouryuu [Aphrodite], Aijou | Seiteki [Eros], Ren'ai | Cupit [Eros] Fireworks... fireworks... Aijou removes her hands to help Syl remove her clothes. She tugs open her dress easily, the buttons snapping open. She was already ahead of the others as far as remaining articles of clothing. She was pretty well managed up top so she needed little support. Her thong was the only issue but for now she would allow Syl to do the honors of unsnapping her stockings from her thong and then removing that from her person. Kel decided, since undressing was underway, that he would give Syl a little room so that he could strip down himself. He slowly undoes his button, tugs down his zipper, and slips off his pants in order to stand bare aside from his black boxer that clung tightly to his body and was stretched quite a bit thanks to the situation.
Cupit and Ren'ai seemed to have won the race. Neither were covered by cloth or had weapons strapped upon them. They were free of any restrictions now. And now Cupit was in Ren'ai's position while she was in his. As he had down, Ren'ai kisses all along his chest, sides, and stomach. Not daring to go any farther down but slowly making her way upward to kiss Cupit passionately on the lips. Their dance had now begun. The passionate wails from Ren'ai seemed to have a soothing effect and made Cupit all the more excited. He clutches her tightly, now and then using more force than usual when connecting with her eyes. Ren'ai increases her strength just to spite Cupit for using force when it was her time to be forceful.
Kel finally returns to his fondling as Aijou begins to slowly undo then remove Syl's clothing. As she does so she kicks all the items off to the side so once down they two could make their way down to the floor. The room, once cold, then cool, then warm, had become almost as hot as a sauna. It was indeniably true that body heat was the best thing to stave off the cold. Words = ?
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 8:45 pm
Lily took her time getting to the goal, first shrugging her top off, then sitting back on her heels to stretch out and set her body on display for Aimi, fondling herself absentmindedly with one hand as she unfastened her waistband with the other, unaffected more or less by the scene and quite comfortable in her own skin.
"Just for now," murmured Lilith once they were both nude, their bodies melding together such that Lily's lips nearly brushed the Aimi's ear, "Why don't you try to forget that the others are here?"
She crawled aside slightly, away from where she had been straddling Aimi, and trailed her fingers teasingly from shoulder to hip again, then continued down to her thigh as she craned her neck down to give a playful n** on the neck, followed by a warm, wet kiss. Her fingers flattened against Aimi's leg and she ran a flat palm slowly up her inner thigh, as she left a trail of kisses down the collarbone and onto the chest.
With her last thought before her rational mind retreated and let the pleasure control her body, Syl wondered how soundproof the house was.
Someone moaned, the first one of the night. Probably Ren'ai. It was a signal. The night could begin in earnest.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:29 pm
WHOOSH!!!!Hidden Wind  Fictitious [Aphrodite], Kel | Kouryuu [Aphrodite], Aijou | Seiteki [Eros], Ren'ai | Cupit [Eros] "I guess all good things have to end sometime," Kel sighs as he lays on his back between Lily and Aimi. Somehow he'd gotten his chance with them. "Or maybe he wasn't lying next to them? It was hard to tell. He felt almost wasted. He couldn't remember what happened yet. It hadn't caught up with him. "Geez I've never been so pleased!"
"So I'm not good enough to please you?" Aijou asks as she lays with her arms slung around Cupit, their lips barely touching. She and Cupit sit up, Cupit moving Ren'ai's leg from atop his bared lower body.
"Kel, aren't you supposed to be getting ready for something? I... don't really remember what it was..." Cupit asks shifting a hand into his hair with one hand as the other pinches Aijou on the butt. As Aijou lunges for Cupit, Kel realizes what he had to get ready for.
"Shi-" starts Kel shooting up. He gets to his feet and scrounges around for his close before noticing Ren'ai laying on his pants. He crosses the room over to her slung on top of making Syl? Kel was still out of it. He grabs his pant legs and tugs them from under the sleeping Ren'ai who snaps away after rolling onto Syl. "Mhm. Excuse me," Ren'ai giggles kissing Syl on the lips gently.
"I think I know my way out. Thanks for the pleasurable training. Aimi, you're very hospitable... and good with games. I'm leaving," Kel calls out shifting on his pants.
"Wait for us," Cupit and Aijou call out as Ren'ai grumbles.
"But I'm having so much fun here~." She whines before remembering the others did have to do the same since they were entering into the exams. "Oh right," she groans lifting herself up. As she goes to search for her clothes along with the others, she begins to wonder where the Aphrodite put their marks. She supposed she would find out soon enough as well as what the mark is.
Finally, after Ren'ai and Cupit mix up outfits then Kel and Ren'ai, they had dressed correctly. "Thanks again~" they call out before unlocking and then exiting the room. They just up and left, no goodbye that was worth anything, and without a fairly grope. What a bunch.   Words = ? /*When I make Made Ups, I'll say where the marks are and what they look like. You're free to pm me and ask it to be placed elsewhere if you'd like. :3*/
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