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 Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 6:59 pm
Iztheri awoke from a blissful sleep to the feeling of someone running their fingertips down her back. She shuddered slightly at the delicious feeling and slowly turned over to gaze up into Solmurs's face with a happy grin on her face.
"Why hello there Sol, " She murmured in a low sleepy tone. "Did you sleep as well as I did?" She asked as she curled up against him and laid her head on his broad chest and letting her hands wander down his chest tracing a trail down to his taut belly.
"Now then, what would you rate your hunger as? Beastly or peckish?" She couldn't help but let her eyelashes flutter softly as she licked her lips.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 4:29 pm
Solmur'ss gave Iztheri a sleepy smile as she rolled over and he caught her bright grin. It wasn't common to get to see such a pleased look early in the day. And who did he usually wake up to? No one. A ratty room with no furniture, where ever he was camped for a job. This was an amazing improvement.
"Well?" His hand rubbed her head, finger trailing through her hair, "I don't think I've slept that well in a while. Or with such nice company."
The sensation of her fingers trailing down his stomach made him breath deep. "Mm. I think it's more beastly."
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 1:00 pm
Iztheri was rather pleased with how the night had turned out, and how well Sol had performed. Such a night she wasn't going to forget anytime soon. She would definitely have to consider him for the role of Patron when the time came for getting one. She sighed happily as Sol's hand rubbed her head and disappeared into her short hair.
"I concur," she agreed with a happy smile still plastered over her face. "thank the gods you didn't snore. I would have gutted you or worse." She added with a slightly wicked gleam in her eyes.
Iztheri savored the feel of his response to her touch. She knew instinctively that he wasn't referring to just his stomach's hunger and felt slightly flattered. If she didn't have so many things to do she probably would have joined with him yet again.
Instead, she turned her face into his chest, kissed a light trail up his clavicle, neck and came to a stop at his mouth where she administered a sizzling hot kiss on his already tender mouth. She pulled back and ran a free hand through his short spiky hair and shot him a regretful glance before she pulled herself back.
"I'll call for some food then, you're welcome to eat here with me while I get ready for work. I hope that pig headed brother of mine has returned and will be ready to leave on time. If not..maybe we can meet up again this afternoon." Iztheri suggested, shooting a very appreciative glance over Sol's body as she slipped off the bed and made her way over to her closet.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 2:56 pm
As well as things were going and as pleased as Iztheri sounded, Solmur'ss still thought leaving for Guallidurth could be a good plan. You could not stay on the good side of a priestess forever. It was not possible. If he left, Sol reasoned he would be missing both the good moments (and they had been very good moments so far) and the terrible ones. The bounty hunter could more easily stomach being forgotten than falling into disfavor. Still, a well of regret sprang up as she left the bed.
Solmur'ss got up and gave a stretch, pulling his muscular arms behind him. If Iztheri was looking for clothing then he probably should as well. He shook out his pants, rumpled on the floor as he often found them, and started to dress. His profession let him get away with a slack appearance. Not that a drow was often completely without vanity, but Solmur'ss was often on the move and could not afford to be anything less than practical.
He had pulled on his green pants and open collared top, throwing over a chair his cloak, armored shoulder pads and fingerless gauntlets. Normally he was only comfortable in a place when he felt ready to leave and he preferred to carry his few possessions with him. For Iztheri, Sol could make an exception and stay more relaxed.
She mentioned Phraktos and the thought of leaving made Solmur'ss realize something. This was a priestess and certainly she thought he was representing a well-ranked House. But he wasn't anymore, was he? Solmur'ss had to admit that his status with his Matron was questionable. It would be better, he reasoned, to give her no expectations of being able to use him as a contact point with any other De'Virr. Out of sight, out of mind. Or so he could hope.
"Iztheri," Sol had considered his comment carefully while he dressed, "I'm not going to Guallidurth with your brother for no reason. I'm out of favor with my House. It isn't too serious, but the less Undrek'Thoz hears of me for a while, the better."
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 2:33 pm
Iztheri rummaged through her brightly colored dresses trying to decide which she should wear for the day. What was it that she was supposed to do today? Oh..right, the better part of the morning was most likely going to be spent dealing and doling out healing remedies to the Matron. Vibrant and bright colors would only give the old woman a bad headache and put her in a horrible mood. With a longing sigh, Iztheri shoved all her bright dresses to the side and pulled out a more subdued dark red dress from the closet and pulled it o over her head.
She brushed out the wrinkles at the waist and let the full skirt fall down to her mid calf. It definitely wasn't a dress of her usual style, but the less annoyances her Matron had to deal with today the better she'd act towards Iztheri.
Iztheri pulled on some tall ornately decorated gold plaited boots and then strode over to the large mirror fixed to the back of her door. It didn't look that bad, a bit of jewelry, some well placed spiders and a quick brushing of her hair and she'd be ready for the day.
She glanced over at Solmur'ss and was a bit sad to see that he had already hidden his well sculpted chest and legs with his own clothing. Ah well, too much time spent dallying with a male would only make her soft, and that was not something that would be tolerated.
"Oh? I rather figured that out last night when you arrived half beaten up. It's probably a good idea to get out of town, we wouldn't want you turned into a mindless slave or worse by your house. So then, shall I send some food up?" She asked, turning back to him with an appreciative look on her face as she surveyed him and imagined him once more undressed.
"It would be a shame," She murmured stalking across the floor to grab a hold of his collar and fold it down properly and smoothed it out. "Should something dire happen to you while you're away. Remember to update me ever so often. I like keeping tabs on such pieces of art."
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 4:55 pm
Sol could not imagine what Iztheri was sighing so loudly over as she rummaged through the closet. Did she not like the dress? Well, he certainly liked it quite well.
"I have your mirror," Maybe she had enjoyed his company more than he thought. She was calling him art. So possessive. He could hardly imagine how many males this one had her claws in. Daughter of the Matron too, she must really have her pick. Sol mused, catching himself feeling a bit regretful that he was just yet another male to a priestess (or any female). Sol couldn't hold back a smile however as he caught her wandering fingertips in his own, "So I think I'll have very little excuse not to update you."
Food! His mind snapped back to her question. Iztheri had distracted him again, and Sol's attention had slipped right past the question about sending food up. It was hard to focus- and who could blame him?- with someone like Iztheri slithering up close.
"Yes, I should eat while I wait for your brother. Who knows how long it will be." And what a shame, he thought, I'll be spending my time alone.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 1:38 pm
"True. Just make sure that rapscallion of a brother doesn't catch you using it. His itchy fingers will most likely filch it if he's given the chance." She said with a roll of her eyes.
It was true that she had her pick of males, but none of them had ever really fulfilled her needs like Sol had. It wasn't something she was likely to forget anytime soon. Of course; she wasn't about to let Sol know this. It would just make him over pleased with himself and make his head too big for his neck.
"I shall have a servant bring you some food up, we can't have any of my Matron's spies catching sight of you so please stay to my rooms. I'll send have word given to Tos when he returns so he knows where to find you." She added as she suddenly pulled Sol's head down and crushed Sol's mouth beneath her red lips one last time. Her duties calling, Iztheri sighed into his mouth and then pulled back rather regretfully and made for the door.
"Just a little something to remember me by," She said with a wink and then slide out the door and closed it softly behind her.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 3:44 pm
"Alright, I'll try to behave for your sake." The bounty hunter grinned and watched Iztheri leave. After the door clicked close, he muttered quietly to the empty room, "You will be very hard to forget."
Even in Guallidurth, he wouldn't be quick to forget her! He hadn't thought to ask, but he was very curious about how her mirror really worked. Could she see him? Listen in? There must be a trick to it that he didn't know. Solmur'ss fidgeted with his few belongings to make sure his mirror was securely hidden so as to not be broken or easily uncovered.
If she was that worried about spies in her house, it could mean things weren't going very smoothly for her after all. 'Or,' Sol tilted his head as he thought about his appearance and glanced across the room into the wall mirror, 'it would just be too hard to explain why a beaten up tramp like myself had been let loose to wander the House.'
Something itched in him to leave the room. He wouldn't take long. Just a quick walk. Sol restrained himself with the thought of enduring not just the Matron's but also Iztheri's wrath if he got caught by a House member. Although.. Sol snapped his mind out of his wandering thoughts when a knock came at the door.
Had he been daydreaming? Could the servant have arrived with food that fast? Sol nervously crossed to open it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 5:22 pm
Phraktos was rather pleased with how his job had turned out, though his itchy burns on his forearms were rather annoying. He scratched his arms as he was walking the back roads to the iv'Ress House. It seemed like ages since he had been there, though he knew it had only been about three hours tops. Maybe more like three and a half, since the fight between the sorcerer and the priestess and him had taken up some time.
He still couldn't believe that his gauntlets had been powerful enough to thwart such a strong spell that had meant to incinerate him and the priestess. Iz'theri definitely gave the best gifts. He'd have to tell her when he saw her again.
He was a bit annoyed to find out on his return to the House that his sister had taken the bounty hunter to her bed. Great..just what he needed. He had for awhile thought that perhaps he and the Bounty Hunter might just be friends of sorts. That didn't seem likely to happen, now that they had slept together.
Tos sighed, and made his way to Iz'theri's room to get tell the Bounty Hunter when they'd be leaving. Then he'd go find his sister to get some healing salve for his burns. Then again..Iz'theri had given some to Sol'murss meaning that he could probably filch some off of him and then they could leave without bothering his sister again. Probably smart, especially if his sister was going to be busy dealing with the matron all day long. Disturbing her for something he could buy in the marketplace would only piss her off.
Tos came to a stop outside his sister's door and knocked once. He smiled down at Sol when the bounty hunter opened the door.
"I see you're doing much better." Phraktos commented glancing at him for a brief moment. "As soon as you grab your things we can go. Oh..do you mind if I borrow some of your healing salve? I burnt myself a bit last night."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:32 pm
Sol opened Izther's door cautiously, looking out slowly to see his guest and feeling more than a little out of place in her home.
Phraktos! Good. The bounty hunter opened the door to let the thief in. "Ah, yeah." Now where did the salve go? The bounty hunter rummaged under his few belongings and turned up the jar for Phraktos.
Sol bundled the rest of his things up quickly. It had been fortunate Iztheri had already warned him to hide his mirror well from Tos. The mirror was safe resting in a lined pocket on the inside of his cloak. He checked the room to make sure nothing was forgotten. There were a lot of things Sol did not know about the priestess or her brother. He had never held any desire to jump into their family business. But here he was. As long as Tos avoided the subject of his sleeping with his sister, so would Sol.
"Which way were you planning to travel?"
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