Ship Details: A small, well-crafted ship with osseum accents Crew Name: Shibaru hito Members:Dikani
Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2018 11:31 am
To make traveling easier, Amon had decided on staying in his normal form for the time being. Having both Genova and Sona on his shoulders as they walked onward towards the ship, each step heavier than the last. They'd proven themselves worthy to be part of his ranks and soon, with them now in tow, he'd have everything he'd need to form the proper council. Allow Dakini to walk in front of him, he paid mind momentarily the the ship they traveled on. Spacious and well built - befitting someone of her stature. Though only a God in call and not name, Amon appreciated her all the same. "You have done well for yourself, Dakini. This vessel is a fine one indeed. Are these your men?"Speaking to the servants she held about her, most looking confused at the presence of the mane of white and dark, chained skin. He could understand their surprise.
"Salutations humans. I am Amon, soon to be ruler of this world. You may bow to my opulence." Without another word he followed suit towards the ship, expecting the servants to do just that. Of course, if they didn't comply they'd be met with an aggravated past God, which wasn't in their best interest.
Once having squared away the two children and making sure they were given proper medical attention, the Bull stared to the seas before them. Mask slowly removed as his few opaque, but filled with wonder; ah, it was a beautiful sight. This Atlas. "Dakini, I require proper bath. Can you have a servant draw one for me and another wash this grim off my being? I've been chained for at least five hundred years." He didn't know how long he'd been down there, but it was too long in his book. Now free, he could once more take in the day to day life as per usual.
XXXDakini led the way up the lowered gang-plank, hands running along the silk rope used to raise the dark mahogany. With Amon in tow behind her, she sashayed a bit more than usual as she walked, placing one foot in front of the other with a satisfying clack of her heels. It was true, she lived in opulence surrounded by servants. They were already attending to their lady, waving fans for her and providing a cool drink to an open hand, as Amon addressed her with the two humans slung over each shoulder. "Mmm..." She finished a sip of the ice water as she affirmed in response. "..They are my people. They will do as you command~" Those maroon eyes were running up and down his impressive physique as he spoke, talking about her people bowing to him. A few of them hesitated, only for Dakini to shoot them a stern glare and a gesture of her white-gloved hand. With that simple command, her servants were on their knees prostrated before Amon the ancient and powerful god. With the two humans passed to several of her attendants and whisked away to private rooms to be treated for their wounds, Amon would state that he required a bath as he removed his menacing mask. Dakini didn't admit it, but her almond-shaped eyes lingers on his visage for several long seconds before she once again made a gesture of the hand and two servants raced off while one stepped forward and bowed to Amon. "She will lead you to your bath Amon-dono, everything should be prepared by the time you arrive. Do be gentle with my ladies~"
XXX The strange thing about being partly cybernetic was that it was a mixed bag. On one hand, when pieces of her that were no longer human were injured, she didn't feel pain. On the other hand, she still definitely required energy, and the battle had sapped her of it. It was a while later before she woke up, yawning and stretching, furrowing her brows and opening a single eye when she realized she was unable to move her right arm. Upon doing so, she was greeted by the sight of a few strange people in the room with her, and more notably one man who had a pair of glasses on who was focused on tightening a bolt on her arm. Which had been removed. "UAAAAAH?! M-MY ARM?! WHAT'RE YOU DOING I DON'T KNOW YOU LIKE THAT!" Sitting up, she smacked the poor worker upside the head with her other arm, snatching back the mechanical part. Technically the one the man was working on was her punching arm, but dammit she could multitask! "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" Hopping to her feet she bolted from the room, leaving the others who had been present behind.
Emerging from the room, Sona realized they were aboard a ship now, and that they had already set sail. "Well we can't just stay here with these... these arm ripper offers!! We gotta go, Genov-" OH. ********. WAIT. Where was he?! "GENOVAAAAAAA!!!" With the opposite of stealth, she ran around the ship, calling her friends name. It only took another minute or so for her movements to slow down again, shifting from a run to a walk to collapsing back onto the floor. Still, she scooted herself along, the humanoid representation of a car coasting when it has lost all its fuel. "Uggghhhhhh...." By luck, her breakdown happened at the feet of the gods they had been fighting earlier. "Ahh.." Now she understood where exactly she was. Crocodile tears in her eyes, she looked up at the two. "Someone took off my arm.. I lost Genova.. Can I please have some food?"
《111 STR | 000 PRW | 005 DEF | 067 SPD | 015 STA | 00 VIT》
Everything hurt. Considering the amount of fire that engulfed him before he passed out it was no surprise. Genova had been repeatedly soaked in water to prevent any further burning. Moving had been a small issue until recently. With constant care from the servants of the kitsune lady, Dakini, the Wano's condition saw improvement. However, this didn't exempt him from wearing bandages covering most of his body, save for his face and lower half.
Genova inspected the room he was occupying. It was ornately decorated with colors and materials fit for one of royal descent. Not something you would associate with a pirate, but then again, Amon and Dakini weren't common pirates. Inching his way out of the room, he used the wall as support and searched for anyone nearby. Pain still coursed through his body, but it was mostly a twinge here and there.
"Excuse me? Do you know where you can find any food? I'm pretty hungry." Genova asked a young man for directions and made his way towards his destination. As he proceeded to grab a plate, his mind shifted to his companion and her whereabouts. It was pretty lonely without her company. Her mood always put him at ease, and right now he needed it more than ever. Food was piled onto his plate and he sat, eating as if he hadn't in days. As he ate, his mind wandered elsewhere and he sat in silence after finishing his plate.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2018 9:53 am
Fine dining. A thorough bathing. It was the way of a God, after all.
After giving the details, Amon merely nodded to her words and followed after the ladies. Dakini had said something along the lines of being gentle to them, which wasn't in his original plan but he wasn't so crass as to harm humans helping him. Once reaching the room, all his garments fell - even the heavy metal chains clasping his arms which would indent the floor. Ah, it felt good to finally be able to wind down. "Hmph. I need every part of me thoroughly washed, humans." His voice, deep and strong, echoed through the room as water sloshed and his form took on a larger size. Nothing to destroy the ship but big enough to fill the bath well over. The women stared in astonishment as every part of him grew.
Every. Part.
"What're you staring at? Hurry."And of course, they'd resound with blushes, heading over to begin their duties as Amon sat in thought. From what he could tell the humans have gotten too big for their britches. These advancements made them believe they could trifle with even the gods and that was just outlandish. "Cas'rye, are you proud of these foolish stacks of mud? I can tell- No, I can feel it. Mother Atlas cries out for the terror they've brought to her. And yet, these humans continue to exist without repercussion?!" Slamming a fist down, the entire room shook momentarily as the women ceased in confusion; the eyes of one God delving over with a plain nod to signal them to continue.
It didn't take much more for the deed to be done. Now cleaned, Amon returned back to where he found Daikini in nothing more than a towel covering his waist. Body reflecting that of some herculean figure of old with several scars combing his figure. Long tresses of white now even brighter thanks to being cleansed."Your women did a fine job. Tell them to not be so fearful. I am a kind God." When he wanted to be, at least.
Then, in came Sona in a confused, manic state. Amon merely blinked before laughing to himself."Dear Child, calm yourself!"Going down with a warm smile, he picked Sona up like a little girl in her father's arms. "You can eat plenty as promised. Daikini, prepare a feast for the girl so that we can get more acquainted. As for your mate, he should be somewhere recovering from his battle. Go find him." Placing her back down, he'd give her head a light pat before turning back to the woman to his side. He had more to ask of her, but would wait for the time being considering the flustered state of Young Sona.
XXXDakini had spent the time to herself relaxing and reading a book, reclining on a velvety soft lounge sofa. She flipped the pages slowly as one of her servants fanned her and another held a tray for her to gingerly pluck grapes from. It was beneath the shade of a silk-enclosed over-hang that Amon would barge into in nothing but a towel, barely able to stand in the tight confines. Dakini would not hide her eyes flicking up and down his muscular, Olympian frame. Instead reclining further back to get a fuller picture as she bit a finger and placed the book to the side. "To be fair Amon-dono, your size can be quite intimidating~" She purred, just before Sona also burst into the room and ruined Dakini's chances! Damn! But, the goddess was not at all upset to see that the cyborg-girl was alive and well. "Fufufu~ lets get your arm reattached dear~ and get you some food~ Genova must be nearby. Perhaps he also found himself with an empty stomach." Dakini gracefully took her time standing as the giant lifted the red-head up into the air like a father would his daughter. The kitsune shifted her head, nodding to a couple of nearby women who would shuffle off to prepare a meal for the poor girl.
XXX Way to not read a room Sona. The young woman was completely oblivious to the fact that the goddess was lounging about on the couch and the behemoth man she had battled against earlier was in nothing more than a towel. As she was picked up and comforted by Amon's words, her tears stopped and she wiped them from her face, sniffling. Now that she wasn't fighting him, it was clear to the cyborg that he wasn't really a bad guy after all! Maybe he'd just been crabby when they'd first met, talking about using souls as toothpicks and whatnot. He was even going to make good on his promise! She wouldn't starve today!
Now she knew both of their names - Amon and Dakini - and she was pleased by their kindness toward her. They reminded her of Lord President Dad Barbos. Ah, that reminded her.. 'I hope he won't be mad that I lost a fight..' The mention of a feast perked her up as she was set down, though she looked confused as the man mentioned her 'mate', tilting her head. "My.. mate..?" Tick. Tick. Tick. Ding! Like the sound a toaster oven makes when it's done cooking food, Sona suddenly understood what he was saying. "G-Genova?! Such a bold implication!" Her face flushed, both hands against her cheeks, embarrassed by the idea that Amon thought they were... together.. like that.. "He's just! Y'know!" She'd nod once, leaving it at that as if she had supplied an entire explanation and had made complete sense.
As he set her down, she'd nod and smile, about to head off to find the young man in question, only halting when someone brought her a basket of bread. This. This was a good place. Hurriedly, she'd consume several pieces, fueled enough to jet off and find her friend. "GENOVAAAA!" Cupping a hand over her mouth, she called his name over and over as she searched through the ship, finally ending up back where everyone had began preparing the feast.
"GENOV- WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE A MUMMY?!" Concerned, she'd bolt over to him, managing to give him an awkward hug with one arm, the other still dangling from her hand.
《111 STR | 000 PRW | 005 DEF | 067 SPD | 015 STA | 00 VIT》
Genova sat absentmindedly as he shoved food into his mouth. His mind was elsewhere. Thinking back to a time when he was still in Wano. The land of swordsmen. The land of the strong. A place that Genova could once call home. Before he had to change his name. Before his family fell apart. A time when that man had yet to destroy what he held so dear to him.
It was peaceful in his village then. His family owned a small martial arts dojo amongst all the kenjutsu schools. Most were skeptical about the idea of a martial arts dojo considering that most if not all Wano were swordsmen. For a Wano man to not take up the blade was not only unheard of, but preposterous. Born as Sugawara Ichino, better know as Ikki by his family, grew up in the dojo under the tutelage of his grandfather, while his father, Sugawara Isurugi was busy with his older brothers. His mother died of an illness not long after he was born He was trained differently compared to his siblings. Whereas his father was concerned with pure strength, his grandfather emphasized both strength and spirit. He always said "A man's spirit when honed, could be sharper than any blade held in one's hand. It could be the power behind your fist when you lack strength. It is without a doubt. True strength"
His grandfather, Sugawara Tadao made sure that every lesson he learned would be ingrained both in his body and his mind. His skills were honed over the course of 5 years until the age of 12 where he had successfully mastered the intermediate techniques. To assert the standing of their dojo, the Sugawara family would accept challenges from the surrounding schools and even some outside of their village. Ikki, however, would never be allowed to participate by his grandfather. He believed that the fists of a man should be used to protect something precious. Their reputation propagated and soon the Sugawara dojo became renowned for their strength. But this soon became their downfall....
Having gained so much fame and standing led to Isurugi and his eldest sons becoming arrogant and they lost sight of their way. It was by divine intervention that they were punished. On the eve of the summer festival, the Shogun called for a duel between the Sugawara's and his court samurai after publicly boasting about their strength and ambition to rule over Wano. Ikki at the time was still not permitted to battle, however, he was called to attend as a spectator alongside his grandfather. The conditions of the duel were simple.
Victory meant life and Defeat was death.
In the end, needless to say, the gods were not in his father's favor. The result was definite. Sugawara Isurugi and his two eldest sons were sentenced to death for disrespecting the Shogun. Ikki and his grandfather were all that was left of the Sugawara bloodline. Even though the death of his family weighed heavily on his heart, Ikki knew full well that they led themselves to their demise. However, he and his grandfather were not left without punishment. To further pay for the crimes his deceased family had committed, Sugawara Ichino and Tadao were cast out of Wano indefinitely. For the next 7 years, Ikki's grandfather would urge him to complete his training and before he passed, he left him the secrets of the style that led to the bitter end of his family.
To this day, Suguwara Ichino disappeared and in his place, Genova Halcyon emerged. His true goal, to amass enough strength to return to Wano and right the wrong his family had made. Genova snapped out of his trance to see Sona beside him as she hugged him with one arm, the other notably detached.
"Sona?! Y-you're okay!" He said surprised as he returned the embrace. "A mummy...? Oh..These. Well, I thought you died..." He paused for a moment as tears began to well up in his eyes, "A-and I didn't know what to do until it was too late." Genova was at least relieved that she was okay as he wiped some of his tears. "Dakini blasted me with fire and I ended up like this..." He raised his arms slightly and set them down at his side.
"I don't want to lose anyone else," He said in a soft whisper.
His attention shifted to her arm which was held in her hand. Pulling back, he looked back at her and pointed at it. "Do you want that back on. Because I can fix that?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2018 6:27 pm
The children were off to get more settled. As it should be.
Nodding to himself, Amon placed his hands on his hips with a sigh. The fleeting backside of Young Sona only made a soft chuckle release before shifting on a heel towards Dakini once again. The girl was born of Ifrit. He enjoyed seeing her passion, no matter the situation. "While the children prepare for dinner we can sit and speak. We may know of one another, but the tombs of this land dare not speak to the truth of the Gods. For that, I am certain." An exchange of words left barren but not dead - he knew the storytellers could never truly recollect the tales of old, but here he was as a walking biography. Of course, this could only lead him to wonder where the Gods were now.
Taking a few steps, he made his way past the Kitsune and landed, lounging on the coach; the cricketing of his fall cracking the floorboards. Towel fluttering as his imprint ever showing. Of course he held a mighty presence and an even mightier fist! Raising a hand, the flames danced into several figures on clouds. Each one of different shape or size. "Long ago, there came into existence the Nephelem, beings of untold power that were said to be created by the byproduct of the universe's creation. They were the residual energy left over."The flames danced with one another until splitting about with higher forms and figures. "They had abilities like no other. The power to create and destroy, on a whim. So much so was their strength, that on a whim they created a entire planet and a race to be dawned in their image. This is the planet you've come to know today. The planet known as Vearth or, to go by its elder name, Atlas." Spinning did the fire go until forming into a singular planet, with small people roaming about it.
"And the race was known as Kzyalzr or better to you humans, Giants. Gifted with size, strength, and longevity, they were the ones closest to Gods. The first children of the stars. However, among our ranks there conspired a Goddess who saw that these beings could prove problematic if they were to garner true power, so, their race was culled and replaced with a much smaller variation; you humans." Closing his palm, the flames extinguished all at once. "Thus was the start of humanity and the spark of creation for the world you currently know. Honestly, with your nature, I'm surprised you all lasted as long as you did. Hm. . Impressive indeed." Tossing his hair too and fro, the mane drifted as it began to glow a decadent florescent snow.
"I was born among the fifth generation of Gods to Aconth and Marduk, God and Goddess of fertility and protection. My powers were gifted to protect the heavens and their inhabitants. I took up the mantle proudly as the leader of the house of Mol'cul, as my father did before me. Though I saw the truth in humanity and what they would do to Mother Atlas. It was too cruel to watch." Bringing a finger to Dakini, Amon brought her closer as he stared down with unnerving eyes. Hand gentle caressing that beautiful face. "You are a lovely mess of flesh and bone wrapped in sin. Your kind was to bring about the end of Atlas; I foretold it to be so. Alas, my fellow Gods would not listen so I left to take matters into my own hands. Sacrificing a great deal of power to come to this world and change what was seen. It is mine - mine alone. The right to rule."Shrinking down to his more average size, but still much larger in comparison, he brought Dakini even closer so that there face was barely apart. Eyes of black and red staring deep into her own.
"You are chosen to bring about change, Dakini. I see within you the fire needed to rule by my side. Your power on the field of battle was enticing, to say the least."Her warrior spirit mirrored his own and it burned his soul! "Tell me how to change this land and I will change you into more than a Goddess by title. You will be . . rather enlightened." Deep and almost seductive; he spoke to the conqueror within.
While the children were away, the adults would play~
Dakini watched Sona depart with a slight smirk. All according to keikaku. A sly grin would remained plastered on her face as Amon turned on his heel to face her suddenly. "While the children prepare for dinner we can sit and speak.." Say no more, that was all Dakini had to hear. Whatever he had to tell her, he couldn't say while standing so she sauntered over to the plush couch. The boards creaked beneath his prestigious bulk as Amon sat down on the lounge furniture.
Dakini's eyes flicked down to the noticeable protuberance that was outlined by the thin towel wrapped around his waist. It was only for a second that her gaze lingered there, before Amon was putting on a theatrical light show. Flames and clouds danced in the air around them as he began to explain in great detail the history of the universe and the creature of their little mud-ball floating in it. Ah, the giants were the first to be created in the gods' image. That made sense, it would explain why they were so big.
"You humans.", Daknini hid her distaste for the statement well. She didn't liked being lumped into the lesser mortals. She was a queen. A goddess! But her slim smile remained on her fox-like face. Those almond-shaped eyes were nearly closed entirely, thin slits only completing the mask-esque expression. Of course, as his hand caressed her face the kitsune leaned into the touch. Her soft cheek rubbed against the rough palm of his hand as she placed her own delicate fingers against his knuckles. She could feel his flesh shrinking beneath the tips of her dainty digits as she watched him preform the miraculous feat once more.
With their faces just inches apart and their hot breath intermingling, Dakini could feel her face flush from the heat and intimacy. A fire was burning in her chest that spread to every inch of her voluptuous form. Those deep, red & black eyes were so intense. They bored deep into her soul as she stared back with her ruby-like hues. "You want to change the world Amon-dono~? Destroy the World Government~" She purred, her voice husky and lilting sultrily as a hand ran up his massive thigh and under the silky, white towel.
XXX As Genova hugged her, Sona would grin and nod. "Of course I'm okay! I'm mostly just bolts and circuitry now!" It wasn't that she couldn't die, it was just that she was a bit harder to kill than humans because she didn't have all the mushy soft parts anymore. "Sorry if I worried you though! I guess that would have been a good thing t-" Oh no. Why did he sound like he was crying?! "Oh no.. Please don't cry... B-Because if you cry.. Th-Then I'm ganna cry!" Already she was being true to her word, tears in her eyes, sniffling. She couldn't help it! It just made her so sad to see! Besides, Genova had been really nice to her, going along on all her whims, getting hurt because of some nonsense she'd dragged him into. It was hard not to care about his well being. "You don't have to be so concerned about me! It's very sweet though!! But even if I got cut in half I'd still be pretty okay, so no more stressing!" That wasn't to say she wanted to be bisected, but hey, she'd most likely survive!
Now though, it was her turn to be concerned. "SHE SET YOU ON FIRE?!" Why had the nice goddess lady done that?! At the words he whispered, Sona tilted her head, bringing up her good arm to pat Genova on the head lightly. For a moment, she was quiet, understanding. It was something she'd ask him about later, when things had calmed down a little. For now, she'd at least try to cheer him up a little. "Maybe I should make a tracker! Then you can't lose me!" When he pointed to her detached arm and mentioned he could fix it, Sona gasped, her eyes sparkling. "YOU CAN?!" That was much better than the weird stranger who had removed her arm in the first place! "Yes, I would be most grateful to have my arm returned to uh... my arm! But first!" She leaped to her feet abruptly, and suddenly dashed off without another word. It was time for some words!
Barging into the room she had left Dakini and Amon in, Sona seemed completely oblivious to the situation she was interrupting. "IN THE FUTURE PLEASE REFRAIN FROM TURNING MY FRIEND INTO A HUMAN MARSHMALLOW! ALSO THE FOOD IS READY!" With that she was gone once more, taking a seat next to her friend, gesturing at the arm she had left behind. "Okay! Good to go!" In the meantime she went to work on demolishing a rather large cluster of grapes.
《111 STR | 000 PRW | 005 DEF | 067 SPD | 015 STA | 00 VIT》
Genova wiped Sona's tears and chuckled, "My bad." He scratched his head, "No promises on the stress part. I'm not good with stuff like that." Her attitude changed at the mention of being set on fire and her volume increased. She patted his head and presented an idea about a tracker. "Well, then I'll make one for me too. So you can't lose me." He responded, "I sure can fix it. I used to stay in a scrap yard with this wacky inventor who would make the most interesting inventions. I picked up a thing or two."
Sona hopped up from the seat next to him and sped off. Genova blinked a couple times before looking to the arm still in his hands. He managed to catch one of Dakini's servants and requested a couple tools to complete the task. While he waited, Genova thought over a couple things before coming to a decision. As quick as she had left, Sona returned and plopped right back down into the seat next to him. She wagged her arm and began to tear into a bunch of grapes. Genova began to work on his partner's arm as she ate.
The components and technological makeup of her arm were far beyond anything that he'd seen, but the process was still the same. As he worked, he would say things like "Wow" or "That's so cool" to himself. Making a couple finishing touches, he set the tools down and reattach her arm. "Try that. A couple wires were shot, but I think I managed to get them rerouted." Genova sat back in his chair and sighed.
Should he tell her?
He trusted her despite their short time being together, but he still had his reservations. Truthfully, he was fine the way things were now. Though he had a nagging feeling that one day something would come back to bite him in the a**. He pulled at his bandages nervously and took a couple moments to calm himself before turning back to Sona.
"There's something I have to tell you..." He admitted as he proceeded to reveal to Sona his tale.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2018 3:33 pm
That was all? Crumble the measly thing these humans use to govern them?
Easy. Simple. Say no more.
As she took measures, Amon smiled for the first time in their meeting. Fanged were the edges of his teeth, somewhat like a vampire; but still, white and glowing. That hand held her face softly as he continued to peer over her, not entirely against the actions she took. How long had it been since he'd had the pleasure of a woman? And how much longer would it be til he had the chance like this? Hmph. Perhaps this one would be worth more than a mere stepping stool. To bare his children was a great deed and so far, her candid appearance and outright power made her a lovely candidate."Easily done. I will topple this world and turn it on its axis. This, something I swear."Flames on his palm light bright, but they didn't burn - they were somewhat calming. Warm and enticing. Loving, even. No longer did they burn bright gold but a low blueish coloration. And to this, Amon brought her face closer. "You've sworn fealty to me. . but would you swear yourself as a woman, as well? I wonder. . I do. ."Quietly he spoke, but before he had the chance to continue.
"IN THE FUTURE PLEASE REFRAIN FROM TURNING MY FRIEND INTO A HUMAN MARSHMALLOW! ALSO THE FOOD IS READY!"
Ah yes. The fire hadn't be doused. Her tears ran dry now. Laughing to himself, Amon released Dakini before walking forward - to his side women came as the towel fell, dressing him in ornate clothing. Something to relax in, is what he'd asked for. "Let us accompany the children, Dakini."Taking heavy steps, he'd turned to face her with that grin still ever present. "Perhaps, another time we can see if you're prepared for the blessing of the Bull." Off with a saunter, he reached the large dining hall in a matter of moments. Stepping inside to see Sona and Genova already seated, he himself glowed bright as his hair turned almost cloud like and shed. Its appearance that of said cloud and now, that was where Amon lay. "Children, tell me more about yourselves! To be under the banner of the Calf, I wish to learn about your past and your ambitions! Hold nothing back! And of course, I too will share!" Patting his chest, he'd watch in amusement. "One of you women, fetch us some drink. I must perform the bonding ceremony!"
A warm light radiated against the kitsune's cheek as the two leaned in closer, the energy pulsing off of Amon's hand calming and enticing. Like a lover's caress. The blue glow even matched the hue of her own fire. Was that intentional? She wondered, quickly discarding all thought as she leaned in closer. Their lips were nearly brushing as he asked her to swear not just fealty, but body and soul to him. "Yes I d-. . ."
"IN THE FUTURE PLEASE REFRAIN FROM TURNING MY FRIEND INTO A HUMAN MARSHMALLOW! ALSO THE FOOD IS READY!"
Their intimate moment was once again interrupted by the energetic child, Sona. Dakini swore inwardly as the cyborg once more sprinted off! Aaargh! So close! But not entirely in vain. . . Amon stood and let the towel fall at his feet, allowing Dakini to get a nice, long view of his powerful. . . body. That is, before her servants were helping him to don ornate clothing, fit for an emperor. They suited him, though they were likely not up to snuff as far as a god was concerned. "Ah~ yes. I can hardly wait to receive your blessing~ over and over~ Amon-dono." The words were laden with sensuality as she walked briskly behind him. The sandals on her small feet clacked against the rose-wood of the deck as she took two steps for his every one. "Surely, I will be saying your name often as I....pray~"
Dakini paused just before they both stepped into the dining hall and walked over to the table that both Sona and Genova were already seated. A slight pout crossed her full lips as she looked at the poor man wrapped in gauze and bandages. The boy looked like a cheap Halloween costume. As she slowly sat down next Amon, actually kneeling with her tush planted firmly on the backs of her calves, she reached over and placed fingers gingerly against Genova's hand. "I hope you can forgive this vixen for setting fire to you~" Her eyes hid behind full lashes as a soft smile spread over her pillowy lips.
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