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Mysterious Beautiful Lady
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 Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:30 pm
A woman stood at the top of a mountain... Snow covered the ground. As she walked along, her feet sunk into the snow a bit... It's summer, but at this altitude, it's impossible for the mountain to not be covered in ice...
She was numb, and shivering, but the woman didn't care. She had something to do.
She wore barely any clothes, because that's the way her master liked it, so she was freezing...
As she trudged along, something caught her eye... She fell to her frozen knees in the snow and dug... It wasn't that far in. She pulled out the item she was looking for.
A small statue.. It was crude... However, it was, in her opinion... "Perfect." She said to herself. "He'll be so happy... When he gets this back.."
She stood... Her mission was complete, but how did the item get all the way up on the mountain?
She wondered where the second item she was looking for had gotten off to. She hadn't found it... She thought to herself that perhaps it had been destroyed when her master caused the volcano to explode.
Now to rejoin her master. She raised her staff and effortlessly warped to his side...
The room was comfortable... She now stood next to Loki in someone's bedchambers.
She glanced around uncertainly, gave a small nod to the woman in the room with him and turned to Loki. "Master." She said... She knew not what to say.. She wondered if she should try to console him, or if that would perhaps offend him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:54 pm
Loki had reappeared, making himself comfortable in his servant's quarters as he awaited his darling Margarette's arrival. His little doll. His lovely, marvelous doll...
He didn't even need to open his eyes to sense her arrival. "The mask," he said. "Gone, I presume? Worry not, my dear, it will turn up eventually." He reached stood, approaching Margarette and opening his eyes at last as he reached out for the figure she held. It disappeared into his vest, and he turned to face Charolais. "Baroness, I am certain you have heard of her, but I would like to introduce you, at long last, to Margarette. Margarette, this is Baroness Charolais, my most... favorite servant."
He sat down slowly, smirking as he reached for his wine glass. "I'm sure you'll both get on like a house on fire." He lifted the dark red wine to his lips, sipping a bit before he set the glass down and gently tickled Váli's chin.
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Mysterious Shadowy Figure
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Mysterious Beautiful Lady
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:05 pm
Margarette smiled a little as he approached her... So they delivered him a beating. He wouldn't show it... Such a strong, strong man...
He'd make them pay someday... "Yes, the mask is gone." She said.
"Margarette, this is Baroness Charolais, my most... favorite servant."
That hit her like a ton of bricks. She blinked in surprise then looked from Loki, back to the woman... His favorite? Really? But she had served Loki for... Forever! Who is this woman?
She began to reflect on reasons why she would not be his favorite... She had tried hard to prepare Madriana and Mika for their part in Loki's plan... She had failed there. But she considered the two girls a lost cause! Mika was to be so powerful... but she was a stupid girl. That could be why. She'd failed him... She thought perhaps this was her punishment. Was he replacing her?
That hurt... She looked down to try and hide tears forming in her eyes. She fought them back as hard as she could. Well, she'd best be civil to her. After all, if this woman was Loki's favorite, it wouldn't be a good plan to slip up right now... "It's very nice... to meet you, Baroness. ..What should I... call you?" She managed to say.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 8:47 am
"Oh... Margarette." Smiling sickeningly sweetly towards the doll (and laughing to herself at the pun), Charolais held her head up high and appraised the woman in front of her beloved master. True, the woman was beautiful- a rich mane of white hair lighter than her own, eyes redder than blood, and flawless skin that made one look back at it to ascertain its beauty. However, there was something that was truly delicious to her that she could see- and goodness, did it pique her interest. Her roguish attitude rose up like a riotous serpent, but she tried to keep her face as peaceful as humanly possible.
"Call me 'baby' and I'll buy you a condo. Call me 'mistress' and I'll give you something better." Reaching forward to give the girl a condescending stroke on the cheek- almost as if appraising a small child for its cuteness- Charolais kept up that cheeky grin and purred, "But most call me Charolais."
Laughing lightly at Loki's last statement, she turned to her god for a moment before sending him a mischievous wink- goodness, this woman would be so much fun to play with, and it was almost like he'd given the doll to her to enjoy!
"I'd like to get on vith this one, but a burning house seems a little much, doesn't it, milord?" Moving forward swiftly, she grabbed a handful of Margarette's silky white locks, tugging forward with her strong hand and bringing the pale woman to her. Forcing their lips to meet with crushing pressure for the slightest of moments, she made sure to bite down slightly on the lip of the constructed woman before pulling back.
The mere taste of Loki's magic made her positively giddy, and she doubted that the woman's reaction would be any less entertaining. Licking the created blood from her lips with a slow, deliberate sweep of her tongue, the monarch let a soft laugh escape her lips.
"Pleased to meet you, Margarette. Glad you came in so little. It's so much trouble to work vith layers of clothing..."
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Mysterious Beautiful Lady
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 10:36 am
She watched the baroness warily as she spoke. She already didn't like this woman... She wondered what she meant when she started talking about burning houses, because, being distracted, she had missed Loki's last comment. However, she didn't have a lot of time to wonder, as she was suddenly grabbed forward with surprising force by the woman straight into a kiss! There was a sudden, quick twinge of pain and the taste of blood as she felt her bite down on her lip
"Mmph!" she protested. She the woman had pulled back, Margarette stumbled a few steps backwards in surprise! The audacity, the indecency! She narrowed her eyes at her.
"What was that?!" She demanded. She wiped her lip with her arm... Well now her arm had blood on it. "Look what... Look what you did!" She said, her beautiful voice rising with anger. She glared at Charolais. "And what exactly were you planning to do, anyway, that requires I wear little clothing? I belong to my master, not to you!" She looked at Loki for reassurance. Was Charolais out of line? At all? Or... Was that humor that she saw in Loki's expression? Of course... He'd be enjoying this. She sighed. "Master, why...?" She began in a softer tone.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 3:36 pm
The look of fear and revulsion! The look of someone utterly offended! Those made the baroness let out a barking laugh- it figured that Loki would show her a choice piece of woman! Reactive, volatile, and sexy to boot; it was the perfect combination of factors that made her just want to jump the woman already and get it over with. Or, rather, tie the white-haired beauty down and do things to her until she got bored of the whole ordeal...
"Vat did I do?" Pretending to think as she tapped her index finger absentmindedly against her chin, Charolais let the woman continue to shriek like a harpy as she inwardly could not stop her amusement. A true firecracker, this woman was. Not even the alchemists in her castle guard could make explosions with the magical powder that rivaled this woman's temper, and all the better. Licking her lips again, she sashayed her hips as she moved towards Margarette again, purring out her words as she stepped closer.
"I can see vat I did... and it's lovely." There again was the mockingly sweet tone, followed by a run of her finger over those ruby lips again.
Charolais was no fool- she would be thoroughly shocked if Margarette did not even try to strike out at her. She was ready for a strike, and ready to strike back if necessary.
But it was still fun to bait the tiger that loomed in a cage of pale flesh and white locks.
"Vile in my court, dear, you're as good as mine... so long as the Master is villing to share." Shooting her a thoroughly victorious smile before turning to let her green eyes meet Loki's, she gave him a wink. He knew her routine well enough- riling up the woman was just a part of the game. Always one of the best parts, too, in her opinion. Nothing was quite as amusing as seeing someone throw their dignity out the window over a little kiss or a wandering hand in favor of throwing a fit like a child.
"So, about those clothes..."
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Mysterious Beautiful Lady
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 4:17 pm
"I don't think I like this. Master! Do something." She said. The woman had gone so far as to stroke her lips again. Offended, she stepped backwards again. "No! Don't touch me you filthy..." She began... But the baroness was ignoring her.
"While in my court, dear, you're as good as mine... so long as the Master is willing to share."
b***h! She thought. As if he would be! I belong to only him...
Again she reminded herself that Loki was enjoying this... Dammit!
Then she was addressing her wardrobe again. "What about my clothes?!" She spat.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 4:19 pm
Loki smirked, sitting back in his big chair and sipping his wine. "Now," he murmured, "Don't give me that look. I'm not going to come between my adjutant and my best servant. Surely two grown, barely-dressed women can... work things out by themselves." He sat back, smirking as Váli clambered down his sleeve and into his hand, and slowly he set his glass down and reached over to his familiar, stroking one finger along the baby chinchilla's spine, occasionally playing with his tail.
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Mysterious Shadowy Figure
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 6:35 pm
"Calling for the Master? Come now, Margarette! At least call my name first, dear." Her accented voice was now a deep and throaty purr of amusement, and even as the doll stepped back, it was all Charolais could do to keep her feet from moving forward. Letting her go just to let her hail Loki's attention away from her (she'd come back, the Baroness was fairly sure), the baroness seemed ready to laugh at Loki's denial. How quaint! The little dolly had to deal with her and all of her lustful intentions, and all with her master's--
"...I'm not going to come between my adjutant and my best servant."
The words hit her like a blow to the face. Turning quickly with eyes wide open, Charolais forgot all about her minor victory (not to mention how much she wanted to just throw the woman on the floor and do certain unmentionable things to her) and gawked at her god for the first time in quite some time. Combined with the pale wizard's markings around her eyes, she truly looked horrified as she realized what had just been said. Assistants always ranked higher than servants. Always.
"Milord, surely someone as poorly endowed as this..." She poked sharply at Margarette's chest, not caring how it would hurt the woman's pale flesh. "...and someone lacking magical prowess like myself vould fail to be an adequate adjutant for you!"
The clothes comment was forgotten. Now she was just pissed, not lusty.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:18 pm
"...I'm not going to come between my adjutant and my best servant."
Margarette, too, had turned and gawked at her master. Why had he just said that when earlier...
She glared back at Charolais' comment about her chest. "I am just as well endowed as you!" She shot back, putting particular emphasis on well endowed. "Also," She continued, her tongue sharp. "My skill with magic is NOT lacking!" She turned. "Would you like me to show you?"
She lifted her staff to indicate that she was ready to demonstrate power.
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Mysterious Beautiful Lady
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:38 pm
"Really, little miss training bra? Try it!" Again, another stab of her finger at the woman's chest. Charolais's hand reached back, and trained magic sent the book flying straight at her palm- a homing spell normally used for location had become a transportation spell of sorts, allowing her to immediately have the book in hand. Her hiss was nothing less than venomous as she spat at the white-haired woman, her own dreadlocks shaking like serpents as her body trembled with barely concealed rage.
She'd been serving Loki since she was barely a young adult. She'd served him since her first intimate encounter, her first carnal experimentation, her first kill. And here Maragrette was, merely a construct, trying to take it from her?
Her lips moved, but no noise was released- already, the shrieking of wind overpowered any audible signals her voice would have released. Contained so well that no one but she and Margarette could feel the wind (she knew Vali would not appreciate it), the concentrated currents of air swirled and danced around her body, their crescendo rising into an otherworldly shriek before suddenly coming to a stop, languidly floating around her like some makeshift guardian.
The threat was clear. If Margarette moved, blood would be drawn.
And Charolais was fairly confident that it would not be hers.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:27 am
Another crack at her breast size! Childish and completely uncalled for. She was livid. This woman thinks she's better than her? Clearly, Loki just said that Margarette was his adjutant and she was the servant! A lower class of helper! She smirked.
As a dark druid there were tons of magical spells to choose from... She began to quietly mutter a few words... She didn't have to move to cast a spell. Ha!
Flames erupted around her. "Rexflame." She said quietly. The flames hovered around her in warning. They'd protect her from a bit of wind, she was sure... She waited for Charolais to move.
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Mysterious Beautiful Lady
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 5:59 pm
"Turn off that flame at once!" Immediately cutting off her wind spell, Charolais let her magic drop as she pointed with all of the condescending spite she could muster. Raising her chin so that she could look down on the pale wonder, the baroness of Mordache let out an indignant huff- almost like a master to an inefficient servant.
The woman wasn't even worthy enough to lick her heels, let alone serve Loki as an assistant!
"In my palace, there vill be no flames!" Sneering at the other woman, she crossed her arms, a small whirlwind if ice beginning to form around her as green eyes met Margarette's crimson ones. Relishing the cool presence of ice shards as they danced around her supple body, the queen sent several towards Margarette- just enough to melt and douse at least some of the flames, if they were to go out of control.
"You vouldn't want to burn down vat is essentially an entire castle dedicated to the Almighty Loki, do you?" Knowing that she had an ace up her sleeve, she smirked smugly at the other druid. "I wonder if you've a castle to call your own, let alone anything of value that you've dedicated to him? Surely not!"
"For I am the more loyal follower!"
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