Atlas (The Unknown Island)

[Guest]

There is a place where the seas are vivid blue, but by their side, curling across their cheek, are fringes of soft golden sand. When you lay on the shore you are bathed in a comforting warmth, she hands it down to you, it pours from her hands.
Further to the west however the air gets cold. Caps of ice shuffle inwards and hit the bank of pine trees dividing shore from forest. There is a dense, dark shadow smelling richly of the undergrowth. Her eyes are closed here. Her back is turned.
But side by side these two opposing landscapes but and nudge into a compound of paradise.
It is the Island of Atlas.
Imoshen moves sleekly now, walking barefoot over a thin layer of snapping ice towards the warmer sands. A bird swoops over head and disappears, returning to civilisation.
She crouches by the water and touches it gingerly with her long white fingers. Small purple fishes dart in and out of the shallow reeds, calling to each other imperceptibly, and forcing a school to shudder outward.
It is her sixteenth year on this Island. She has left her small cottage on the cold and frosty western shore to seek out the great city, and, within it, the marble castle, where she hopes she will find work.
As she stands, looking toward the distant roll of unfettered green grass, the prospect of what lays beyond stirs her to her very core.

OOC: Don't really have any plans for this. Feel free to join in with your own ideas.

 

[Hawthorne]

Sorry, I submitted the above...
Details:
Imoshen
Tall, slim, pale, dark, blood red hair but almost colourless eyes.
Gift for creating illusions through mind warping.

 

[Jeselynn]

Ciowyn

Standing on the balcony of one of the smaller towers, in the only city on this amazing island..

He looks out over the Twin Falls and wishes that he could go, explore.

Walking back into his apartment, and sitting on the small couch. He daydreams of wild women, and the long beaches.




INFO

Ciowyn
male
very tan and muscluar
20yrs
white hair
light blue eyes

 

[Dosmo]

Aragon

Aragon has just come back from sailing on the open ocean. Pulling his boat onto the beach, Brushing back his Fiery red hair.

"Who is that walking in from the west"

Aragon has often seen people from the western side of the island. But mostly men, it is odd to see a woman from that part of the island.


INFO:

Name: Aragon
Age: 22
Male
Musculer
Long Fiery red hair past his shoulders
deep mesmerizing green eyes
A scar starting under his right eye, ending at his cheekbone, small but noticable.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Delphine has been a loyal servant to Queen Hesynth since her tenth birthday, when her parents honored the Queen with the gift of their daughter as a handmaiden. Now Delphine is a woman, and it has been just weeks since her dedication ceremoney, the ceremonial ritual that made her a Lady of the Queen's court.

Now, she lives a new life in this pristine white marble castle that in the light of the moon seems to glow a pale and haunting blue. She is not accostomed to being a Lady, and her mannerisms of a handmaiden are still obvious. She is lonely and misses serving her beautiful Queen. But now she is on her own, and it is time for her to act the part of a proper lady. Now, this castle is her home. She lives in a small but well appointed chamber of five rooms. Sometimes she likes to imagine she can hear the Queen snoring, her bedchamber is so close. She has responsibilities now, and she knows she must arrange things properly. You see, a grand party is to be held in three weeks time in honor of the Queen's sister's marriage. While the Duchess will not be attending, it is only proper to celebrate. The Queen has made this party Delphine's first responsibility. She is to arrange it. But she will need help. She decides to post notes on the city's local call boards that help is to be hired for good pay at the castle, and that only respectable persons should apply. That should do it.

Feeling releived that she has at least gotten something finished, Delphine wraps a soft white robe around her graceful frame and starts out toward the beach, her favorite place to relax.

INFO:
Delphine Kenesar
Age: 19
Hair: very long (like past her rear end) because I figure royals would not cut their hair)
Eyes: Black. Completely black, no white in her eyes at all. She is 90% human, 10% "something else"
Height: average height.
Body: Curvy, think Christina Ricci curvy.
Markings: She wears a Bindi like jewel on her forhead, and a jewel in her navel, both emerald, her "given" stone.

 

[Dosmo]

Aragon decides he should go introduce himself to the outsider when he notices some movement from the corner of his eye.

It is Lady Delphine, Aragon has always been infatuated with her, but he never thought he would meet her up close, being from a small settlement on the outskits of the city.

He takes a knee and bows before the lady.

" Lady Delphine, how are you this morning?"

He gets up and brings Lady Delphine's attention to the woman walking up the beach from the west.

 

[Jeselynn]

Ciowyn

As I lay resting, I hear the door open. The voice of a woman can be held.

'go away' I stated without hesitation.

her voice came lightly like a breeze, 'but I am to make you ready m'lord' pausing to take a breath, 'the queen's expecting you soon and you are in need of a bath still'

standing I looked at her, dressed in a silk gown sheer and completely see-through. it is light blue. Studying her more than ever before I see she is young maybe 18 or so, has long blonde hair and bright green eyes. she is very fit and curvy. Large full breasts with big puffy nipples. the points hard and pushing the material tight.

as she turned to lead the way she stopped turned her head to make sure i was following.

'where am i expected today, Katerina' i asked. whispering she said,' to a party after we are through'

I followed her out the door down the hall to a long tapestry. She pulled it back and held it open for me. I walked through and she followed me. her hands sliding over my back and pulling loose the string that was holding my tunic on. as she pulled it, my tunic fell loose and feel to the ground. looking at the water, I could smell the oils in the air... her hands felt soft and skilled as she massaged my body...

She moved in front of me and pulled my arms for me to move to the waters edge. I did so, already arosed.

she pulled loose her gown and let it drop to the floor. slide into the water and waited for me. I sat on the edge and pulled her close .. her hands on my thighs and sliding oil onto my skin. She moved her hand across my swelling organ and squeezed my balls. her hands moving quickly up to my chest and shoulders, pulling me down...

I took handfuls of her breasts and lowered my mouth to taste her... pulling her tight to me.. rubbing against her probing her hard clit feeling myself so hard against her, I parted her legs and teased her. At first just teasing the lowly sliding inside her. SHe let out a shocking moan as I slid deep inside her.

Pulling her into the shallows of the pool, I got ontop of her and pounded as deep as i could into her... She started to scream in pure bliss as I went faster. Pulling out I rooled her over and plunged deep into her ass. She screamed in pain at first but begged me not to stop.. biting her neck and kissing her. Pulling her long hair tight, her head back agains my chest. I cupped her breasts and squeezed and pinched and rubbed her nipples.. Moaning and grunting as I felt myself release deep inside her ass. she almost passed out as i pushed and pulled in and out of her. faster and faster.. deep inside her.

Finishing I pulled out and she grabbed a sponge and more oil. She rubbed my body down.. licking and sucking all over me.

standing and pulling myself out of the water, she dried me off and grabbed a thin robe and covered me. Sitting on a comfortable chair She dried off infront of me and then sat infront of me. I stood and motioned for her to sit. I bent to my knees and kissed her breasts, down her stomach and to her crotch. Licking and kissing sliding my fingers deepinside her tight pussy.. listening to her moan.. feeling her tighten on my tounge and fingers.. tasting her come again and aain..

standing again I grabbed her gown and pulled it down over her head and down into place.. walking to the tapestry I walk down the hall to the chamber room. and sat to wait. relaxing from my bath

 

[Dosmo]

Aragon

Aragon and Lady Delphine, stand on the beach intoxicated by this unusual beauty walking towards them

 

[lustinginnocence]

Leylandia

Ley is standing in front of the notice board, looking for work. She has just arrived in the city after a gruelling journey over the Mountains of Mist and her home village far to the west on the island.

Her eyes finally came to rest on the notice from Lady Delphine, and her mouth curved in a smile. 'Yes,' she thought, 'that will do just fine'

Je picks up her bag and adjusts it on her shoulder, her eyes trained on the white marble castle glinting in the afternoon sun. Still smiling, she makes her way up towards the castle gates.


INFO
Name: Leylandia or Ley
Age: 18
Characteristics: Short black hair and emerald green eyes, lithe and very agile, 32b-24-32

 

[Jeselynn]

Ciowyn

Sitting alone after such a strenuous bath, I feel so excited.

standing as the door opens, I bow from the waste low. eyes to the floor... 'm'lady, how may i serve you?' i ask


a woman's voice says lightly, 'follow me Ciowyn, you are to leave the confines of the castle and find something for us'

raising my head I follow her. deverting my eyes...

'm'lady? why me? I was to never leave here.. i was ordered to bekept for my own good' i rushed ' are you sure? not that I wouldn't want to leave but m'lady...'

Turning sharply to face me, and pulling my head up to her's ...

Lady Trina's glowing gold eyes staring coldly into mine. 'You are to do as your told. it is important that you are the one to go!'

stepping back, I nodded and continued to follow her. down the hall and onto to square ...

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Delphine

Delphine regards Aragon with a welcoming eye. It has been weeks since she has shared conversation, or anything, with anyone, and she welcomes a possible friend. But as he moves closer to her, she can see that he is a quite attractive man, beautiful even, and certainly not the usual fare. For a moment, she thinks this man may be good as a choice for a lover. She has yet to take a lover to her bed, for as a handmaiden it was not looked highly upon. Now that she is a Lady, it is expected and encouraged. It is her noble right. Just days ago, she had been offered pleasure slaves, and she had turned down the offer, but now, the thought of a lover seemed welcoming.

She glances out at the azure ocean and feels a warm breeze in her hair. The day is perfect. As the fire-maned man approaches, she begins to casually remove her gown, deciding on having a swim in that perfect water. She slowly for his enticement, unlaces the chord of her bodice, and lets the stiff material fall into her hands. She places the bodice in a folded pile on a tree branch, and then removes her skirt and the simple white chemise beneath. Soon, she is standing naked on the warm sands of the beach, the breeze making her small nipples become hard as little stones. With a quick gesture, she glances down at herself. She knows she is beautiful, for only the beautiful are given to the Queen. Her hair is raven black and worn in the intricate braid that is so common among the Queen's attendants and courtiers. Her skin is milky white, another trait of thoise raised to be royals, her lips a delicate cupid's bow and blushed ruby red. Her breasts are full, rounded and firm. Her nipples are the size of a coin, and a deep toffee color. They gently jut out a bit to her sides as she raises her arms above her head to release her long black hair from it's wound braid.

Her other hand snakes to her thigh, where she secretly feels the neat little thatch of dark curls between her legs. yes, this man could make a fine lover indeed, for she was already feeling the effects of his masculine presence. There was a bit of wetness between her thighs, and the secret lips there had swollen. She imagined this man's firey red hair entwined in her fingers, his muscular chest above her, his large hands on her bottom. She imagined what his voice might sound like, and as she did, she was startled with the sound of his voice as he spoke to her...

OOC: Ley, shall we assume lady Delphine will meet you when she returns from the beach? Looking forward to it

 

[lustinginnocence]

Ley

Leylandia reaches the gates to the inner courtyard of the castle before anyone notices her presence. A burly guard with a gruff demeanor grabs her shoulder roughly, pivoting her around to face him. He is tall and ugly, with his body covered by the red and black armor of the Royal Guard. His breath stinks of ale and the last time his skin must have seen a bath was probably in another lifetime.

"What you be doin' here?" He demands.

Ley puts on her winsome smile, blushing convincingly so as to appear shy and uneducated. "Why good master, am here for th'banquet. Th'were signs posted. Must see Lady Delphine?"

He looks her up and down suspiciously, but obviously he cannot see very far past the vapors of alcohol still clouding his mind.

"She's out," He says, "You wait in kitchen for her comeback." Without another word he grabs Ley's arm and leads her towards the royal kitchen.


OOC: Absolutely Lady Delphine... I believe we should make them meet and see what happens from there... Can't wait

 

[Dosmo]

Aragon

Aragon cant believe the woman of his affection is standing before him, naked. It is true, he has many times before fantasized about this moment. Now that it it here, he can hardly believe it.

"Good morning m'lady, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Aragon" He says, subtly removing his tattered shorts.

He moves over to her, and silently picks up lady delphine and carries her into the water. He can feel her hands in his hair, and can feel himself gradually gorw with excitment. It has been too long.

In the ocean water up to their waists he slowly puts his mouth to hers before putting her down in the warm island waters. Both standing now, Aragon admires her body with his hands, he brings his head down and gently kisses each nipple while giving her bottom a firm sqeeze with his masculian workman's hands.

Squating down into the water he brings her with him, even with he beautiful face, he again touches his lips to hers, while pulling up her legs, letting the buoyancy of the water hold them in place while he slips himself inside of her.

The motion of the waves aides Aragon's movement. She lays back slightly with her hair just under the water. She is now floating in extacy. Aragon's fantasy has come true. He is in heaven

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Delphine

She stands naked on the sugar white sand, and Aragon is before her, speaking in a melodic and yet husky voice that makes her heart lurch.

My, my...when have I become so very weak to the charms of a man? A stranger!

"Aragon? That is a lyrical name. Beautiful. I have seen you, Sir, on this island, and I have admired you. Are you aware that i am no longer a handmaiden? My birthday has passed. I am due to..."

Oh just say it, Delphine! It is your right! 'Tis nothing unusual, even to choose a stranger!

"...to take a bed partner. In fact, the Queen is concerned I may seem...childish, if I do not choose one, or several, soon."

Oh that sounded clinical. I sound like a barrister! negotiating! Agh! Alright, focus, relax. he is just a man.

Delphine sees a look of amusement flash on the red haired man's face. She blushes a faint pink color.

Go through with this, Delphine. He is beautiful, and if you do not ask him, another will! Just say it!

"I must admit, Aragon, I find you most suitable. I would choose you as a bed partner."

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

OOC: Oops, cross posted...here I come...

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Delphine

With a low alto laugh, she says,

"Then you accept?" she needs no answer. The water is cool and currents of warm create a fantastic sensation on her skin. Aragon is more beautiful than she has ever imagined. His skin is silk over steel, his gaze intense and his touch gentle, yet somehow, ferile and fierce.

"I have not yet bedded a man, Aragon. You shall be my chosen first."

With this said, she lets her hand move over his chest, smooth and perfectly muscled. Her hand traces a firm trail of touch down to the wiry thatch of auburn hair between his thighs. She can feel the root of him, thick and slowly becoming hard. She is amused by this, the way a man's body works. She imagines what it's full length and thickness would be. A wicked little trick crosses her mind and she decides to use the powers she so seldomly uses outside the Queen's court.

"Look into my eyes, Aragon." her voice is sensual, a low purr. Her solid black eyes like the very sheen of glassy surface in an onyx stone. She catches his eyes and for a moment holds his gaze. She can see inside him, see his deepest thoughts, and for the moment that she holds him in her gaze, she knows he is captive. She can plant what images and thoughts, desires and fantasies she wishes into his mind.

Rapidly, she paints portraits in his mind of his fingers inside her, moving fast and deep, his chest heaving...breasts...thighs...subtle curve...motion...color ...breath... sensation...harder... moving slow...now fast... a soft moan...a scream... pushing... thrusting...

Suddenly, in a rush of heat, she feels that root grow impossibly hard.

Ah yes...the effect I wanted.

With a slow movement as if time has stopped for her, she pushes herself up on his body and wraps her legs around Aragon's hips. That hard root is pushing against the core of her now, it's thick head tempting her to thrust herself down on it.

It will hurt, stupid girl. She reminds herself.

Instead, she presses her breasts against him, then leans back in the water, so he can see her breasts, feel her woman's core moving against his cock, wanting him. This man is perfect. Yes, he will make a fine lover. His skin alone makes her shudder. With a sidelong glance, she notices the scar on his face, and relaizes it only makes him more beautiful. She wonders how he came by such a scar.

She stretches her arms out in the water and feels the current push her against him with the motion of the gentle waves.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

With a sigh, she feels his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her, consuming the very fire of her. No more words are said, only movement, motion, passion, raw lust. Delphine feels Aragon's cock push against the tight opening between her legs. There is the resistance of her virginity fighting him. She grasps his shoulders in the water and helps to push herself onto him, feeling the thick head of his cock enter her and remain for a blissful moment. They are still, together in the waves and then...he thrusts into her with a painful movement, like a stabbing of the flesh.

Delphine cries out, but she knows the pain must come before the pleasure. Her maidenhead is taken.

He pushes into her, then out again, slowly at first, allowing her body to adjust to him. Soon, she is moaning and gripping his shoulders, wanting more. Her hips move against his, her mouth open and her tongue against her teeth. This hurts, but feels so wonderful as well, that it seems as if pain has melded into pleasure and they are one in the same. Her breathing increses as she moves on the impressive cock that skewers her to him. The sun is going down and in the dusk, his hair is golden, like the Sun's very fire.

It is this very simple thought that takes her to the edge. Her heart is pounding, racing, thumping, and this glorious male pumps into her with a determined ferocity. A flush of wetness floods to her thighs and she feels her skin tingle, electric heat, a rush of her blood and her body is on fire. She has never felt anything like this before.

The intense electricity that rushes through her is called orgasm. She has heard the Queen's courtiers speak of this sensation and how their lovers are trained to give them this sensation. But this pleasure is also frightening, for it seems she cannot, for that moment in extasy, control herself, and her movements are wanton, bucking and moaning with the heat of it.

She feels then, the hot seed of Aragon's cock rush forth and fill her with a sticky heat, liquid fire. It seems for a long moment that they cannot move. The pleasure recceds like a descant of a choir. With a sleepy smile, she pulls him out of her and feels him shudder.

"Aragon." she said his name simply to hear herself say it. "It is time for me to go. I must, or I would swim these waters with you. You will come to my chamber at midnight, in two nights?"

She kisses his cheek and hears his reply as she carefully dresses and bids him goodbye.

Once dressed, she is soaked, wet and flushed pink. She returns to the castle.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

"Someone ta see ya, M'Lady Delphine. Girl says she come for the work." the guard seems to snort through every word.

Delphine glances into the kitchen and sees the girl Guard Botelle speaks of. She is quite lovely. She sits patiently on a high backed chair near the hearth, her dress slightly tattered.

"You are most welcome to enter my chamber, Miss." Delphine lead the girl into her chamber, a simple, elegant set of rooms with a two step dias where a four poster bed surrounded by thin netting stood. In one corner was a vanity and gilded mirror, a gift from the Duke of Serenthe. She watches as the girl enters the room,

"Please, have a seat." she offers, gesturing to a chaise lounger near the marble fireplace that is not lit in these summer months.




OOC: You guys are all doing really well. Nice characterization. Cool. Enter Ley...

 

[Dosmo]

Aragon

Aragon has lost himsef in the deep unending blackness of her eyes. Feeling quickly changes from wonderment to curiosity, he feels somewhat removed, suddenly he is looking down on them from up above, locked in a lover's embrace. But only for a second, for is is rushed back into his body, feeling things he has never felt before. He feels stronger, more full of life. His scar begins to tingle on his cheek, part of his mind remembers his time spent in the castle with the white-haired lord in waiting so long ago, but then it's gone and he is returned to the moment, his organ driving inexorably into the innermost regions of his beautiful goddess.

Still buried inside of delphine, he lifts her up and brings her back to the beach. He lays her down just above the waveline. He hovers over her, hips driving with machine-like percison. He can feel her hands on his chest, his backside. One of her hands reaches up toward his face. Her outstreched finger traces the scar on his face. His face begins to tingle again but for a different reason then before. Hands on either side of her head, he looks agin into her captivating eyes, she is beautiful. He is lost in her eyes, caught up in the fury of their passion.

 

[Dosmo]

Aragon

Aragon is now exhuasted, his ecounter with the lady, has been wonderful.

As she separts he manges to mutter his repley to her invition, He will go to the castle to 2 days time.

Spent for the moment he lies in his boat and falls asleep

 

[lustinginnocence]

Ley

Ley is sitting on a high backed chair, distractedly watching the cooks going about their business in the kitchen. The guard has not left her side and she darts looks at him from the corner of her eyes.

All of a sudden the guard straightens up and hurries out of the kitchen. Ley sees him hunched in the corridor seemingly talking to someone. Then a beautiful woman appears, her long dark hair tied in a braid down her back, her eyes intense yet kind. 'Royalty' Ley thought and got to her feet. She curtsied as best she could listening to the musical voice of the beautiful stranger.

"Please have a seat" the lady says, introducing herself as Lady Delphine. Ley sits down awkwardly in the chaise lounger, gathering her dress about her. She suddenly felt very small, and she didn't like the feeling. She straightened pulling her chin up and looking at Lady Delphine almost defiantly. She hadn't come all this way to squirm like a rat!

"What is your name?" Lady Delphine asked.

"I am Leylandia Corlan from the Village of Farcos far to the West Milady." She was becoming very nervous. This wasn't going as planned at all.

"I have read the notice board in the harbor Milady and I have come to see if there would be work for me." She awaited Lady Delphine's answer expectantly.

 

[Dosmo]

Aragon

~lost in sleep Aragon sees himself as a young boy. He is in a room with another boy with striking white hair. Aragon knows the white-haired boy is special because Aragon's father is that boy's servant. Ciowyn is his name, he is next in line for the throne..........Suddedly a large man busts into the room, rushing towards a young Aragon with violent intent.

"Where is it!, Where did you hide it?"
Aragon looks up not understanding, the man is frusturated, he backhands Aragon across the face with his burly hand. He was wearing a ring, there is a slash in Aragon's cheek,dripping blood. That is when Aragon's father steps in front of his boy. He is not a big man, he is taken care of easily. Ciowyn sits in the corner, watching intently. Aragon and is father are then seperated. He sees is father being dragged off into another room, that is the last time Aragon will see his father.

As for Aragon, he is thrown outside the castle walls, banished.

12 yrs old he wanders the city until he is hired by a fish merchant in desperate need of a hand, even if it is only a boy.......flashing faces.......his father.........Ciowyn........the big man......~


Shocked awake Aragon relizes he has dozed off in his boat, silently with a confused expression on his face, he hauls his canoe on to his back and walks back to the city.

 

[Jeselynn]

Ciowyn

Standing from my seat I heading towards an opening door.

'hello m'lord ' i heard . i nodded. 'where is my mother' i asked.

'she is well, she wishes to speak of a journey.' 'she wants you to be happy and wishes you seek out a bride of common blood'

my eyes widened. Smiling, I asked 'i may leave the castle? when? soon?'

'yes soon' he stated.

'you must take a guard, you must choose'

entering a hall i see 8 women guards standing for inspection. looking them over i pick the 3rd .. i have seen her adn besides she is gourgous!

following us she seems nervous, maybe she has heard of my appitite....the man leading asked her to enter a room and bathe... I followed and the man left to fetch my mother.

"i am Kyrin' she said... I nodded. She stripped down and entered the water.. more interested in watching i sat in on a long couch and watched from the edge. 'please take your time I wish to look you over'

she smiled and seemed to blush.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Delphine.

Delphine regards the lovely girl with kind eyes. She knows what it is like to feel out of place. This girl is strong though, prideful and defiant. Delphine finds those great qualities while most "royalty" would find them unacceptable. Delphine still does not think of herself as royalty. In her heart she is still the lonely little handmaiden, striving for a glance from the Queen.

"Leylandia...I like that name. Her majesty has decided on a grand affair for the celebration of her sister's nuptuals, and I am affraid I have been given the responsibility of seeing to this celebration, though I admit, it is too much for me. Quite simply, Leylandia, I need an assistant of sorts."

Delphine finds herself looking at the girl's eyes, which are quite beautiful.

"The position will be well paid, a stipend of 50 nirins a week. You would be expected to live here for the time of your work, until after the Duchess's nuptuals. I am affraid I have no private chamber available. You would sleep here...in this room...with me."

Delphine stammers the last bit of news, realizing she would share her chamber with whoever she hired. She has a feeling that sharing her bedchamber with this woman would be...interesting to say the least. She asks the girl if she could perform the tasks required...all are simple but time consuming. The girl can indeed and swears she will be a hard worker.

The job is offered, and it is accepted. The girl has not come all this way to turn down work.

"Then you may simply remain here if you wish. I will have a feather mat brought in and if you like you can sleep next to the fireplace. I sleep there some nights as well. I will have us dinner brought."

With a simple ring of a silver bell, Delphine is met by a servant, a boy of fifteen, who bows and asks what she wishes.

"Aidan, bring supper for two this evening. My guest and I will take dinner in this room."

Delphine looks at the girl, Leylandia, and explains,
"You can start in the morning. We will have much work to do, but for now, relax and think of this as your home."

Delphine has barely sat down for a moment when Aidan returns to the door, carrying a steaming hot tray of roast duck and a pile of rich purple grapes. There are two plates, a silver platter, and a bottle of deep red wine with two glasses next to it. Aidan sets the tray on the table near the door and bows before leaving promptly.

"Please, you must be hungry." Delphine takes a plate and lightly picks at the succulent meat, while sipping the wine. She is more interested in the grapes, which she squeezes in her fingers before popping them into her mouth as a commoner might do while toying with their food.

She watches the girl eat. She looks nervous. Delphine finds her bodice restricting and stands to begin removing it. She sees the girl watching her, and finds this interesting. She unlaces the bodice and lets herself breathe freely in the chemise beneath. She lights several candles, enjoying the orange warm glow they create in the room. As the darkness sets upon the city, the air cools and she decides to light a fire. She bends to light the fire with a tindertwig, and is aware in her newly found sexuality that the girl can see the shadow of her body through the still damp chemise.

OOC: Can you tell me what ley looks like? It will help in my character's view of her.

 

[Hawthorne]

OOC: I had no idea this thread was picked up! Way to go guys, welcome to our little island of myth and fantasy.

IC:
The sand beneath her feet soon grows dark and gritty, gently seeping into the line of the soil and the woodest forest bordering the kingdoms realm. She passes through this outcrop and continues onward, her clear green gaze intent on the golden bridge of stone marring the natural scenery. Beyond that the peaks of the castle shaft upward, as proud and strong as the people of this land.
The sight makes Imoshen die a little death. For so many years she had secluded herself away in the frost of the far side, making company of the snowy outcrops, the frozen waters, the shuddering and blazing storms. The warmth of this midday sun and the beauty of the small civilisation upsets her. She has dreamed of this all her life. Finding a place for herself, somewhere loving and welcome, and finding someone to share that place with. A soul mate.
As she reaches the castle gates she is roughly shoved aside, sent sprawling onto mounds of hay that three snow white horse quietly chew on. Her soft fur wrap rubs on her sweat prickled flesh as the dried grass crackles beneath her back.
This welcome, and the sudden on rush of traffic on the trail leading in, make her hopes of finding romance suddenly very slim. She hopes this has not all been a waste of time.