Soulever Lift (IC)

[ChasNicollette]

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It began as it would end.

There was Flame, and Water, and Wind, and Stone, and Green.

His hand was talons around her throat and his eyes were thundering sundering coals. His skin was blacker than the blackest night, roiling like thunderclouds, and his wings beat like a ravenous cannibalistic heart.

"You cannot help being a waste," he snarled, voice like smoke pent up in a burning room. "Infertile. Scrabbling on your hands and knees in the dirt. This is all you've ever known."

She clawed at his wrist, wheezing, struggling for air, her crimson eyes bulging in her head.

"It's not so b-bad," she mumbled, defiant. "Better'n your neighbourhood, what with the eternal fire and the reek of brimstone."

He smiled a thick, languid smile, and his face seemed contort with all the angles of Creation, angles impossible in three-dimensional space, and she clenched her eyes shut to get away from his smile.

"But there are others," he breathed, he seethed, "your paternal ancestors, and mine. Who remember what it was like to walk in Heaven. To stand upon the golden paths and gaze upon The First Zion and be heralds to The King Who Would Be. We remember having to kowtow to The Presence. We remember striving to tear It down and place The Shining One in Its stead. We remember the pain of rejection and the searing of fire."

His tongue ran over his teeth and it made a slick, thick sound.

She was sturdy, and she was staying conscious, but she did not have long. Her fingers were strong but they were as nothing compared to his talons.

She was slender and she was athletic, she looked as might have a martial artist or a dancer. She had a very beautiful body, but her frame's powers were as nothing compared to his.

"We have not forgotten," he breathed, he seethed, "though our blood has cooled and our wits have dulled, over ten thousand years in this lackadaisical world. We have become sheep all over again. We are but a third of their number, and for all the numbers we breed on this world, they breed twice as frequently."

He shook his head.

"We have not forgotten," he laughed sadly, broken-heartedly, though even in this piteous state he was darksome and mirthless and frozen and immolated. "But we are pretending not to remember. Know this, little waif, little whorish creature, we will not always be content to wait our turn. And neither will They."

"Please don't--" Chastity rasped, Chastity gasped, desperate and mindfoggy. "Please don't. Kill me."

He seemed to find this hilarious.

"Of course not," he murmured, "of course not, Little Progeny, I would never kill you. You know that's the only reason this sphere still spins in its orbit? Is that no-one has killed yet? How it has been ten millennia without a single murder, I will never guess. But it will be a murder that finishes it. The Presence only lets us muddle about here so long as there is not a murder, 'ah, well, at least they're not killing.' But this will not last forever. Nothing ever does. Not even demons or angels or you. Only The Presence lasts forever."

She clutched and she clawed at his wrist and her eyes darted down and behind her.

His wings beat like a terrible heart and the wind lashed around them like blades on the end of leathery whips, causing her chin-length ebon-black hair to flourish darkly upon her arctic-white skin.

"I will not kill you, Little Progeny," he sneered. "But I am going to hurt you. Very badly. Because that? That, I can get away with."

And he opened his mouth and he breathed out the flames of Hell and he opened his hand and as she burned and burned and burned she tumbled headlong towards the vast vast trees below.

They were very high up.

She fell and she screamed and she didn't care what The Fuck that bastard said she was going to die...

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Her toes found pebbles in the sandy bottom, and she giggled softly.

This lake was not hers.

None of the lakes were hers, and all of them were.

This lake belonged to an aunt of hers on her mother's side. (Which was kind of funny, because her mother had a lot of sisters, both of her mothers did.) But Gwen being Gwen, she could partake of this lake's sustaining energies just as well as that aunt could.

She was naked and she was beautiful and she felt the water flow around her and through her, felt it stroll and scroll over her skin in droplets in particles in waves, living water and living flesh. She closed her emerald eyes and felt the droplets run like rivulets through her emerald hair, felt it roll down the lavish curves of deeply-tanned skin.

All around her she could hear the whispered music of plants and of trees and of moss and of lichen, of fruit and blossom and nut and petal and pistil and stamen, and this was music to her soul.

Gwenyvyre smiled her emerald lips and outstretched her fingers as she stood waist deep in her Naiad aunt's birthlake. She stretched out her fingers and played them across the surface of the lake and she smiled and she was naked and beautiful.

She was at peace. She was at home. She was at One.

This was the only life she had ever known, and she did not know there were any lives to be had other than this. She had rumours, truly, of places beyond the boughs and the canopies of The Verdant, but these were mere legends, of course they were.

The trees... the Green around her, the ceaseless Green... suddenly its music hushed and she frowned in concern.

"What is it?" she wondered, turning slowly in a circle and glancing out at the trunks and the leaves. "Is there a storm coming?"

The Green did not answer her, but there was a rustling noise... a rustling noise like a summer thunderstorm's preceding wind as all of the trees seemed to crane and gaze... upwards...

Emerald eyes wide, Gwenyvyre turned her own gaze skyward.

And she saw. Falling. Fire.

And her breath stopped in her throat, her heart clutched in her beautiful chest, as she realised the falling burning thing was alive.

It was alive, and it was a woman.

It fell burning into the deepest part of the lake and so hot was the fire that steam billowed up at her impact with the spray of the clear azure waters.

Gwen never hesitated, diving under, she could breathe water even more effortlessly than she could breathe air, she dove under the water and she sought the thrashing bubbling form of the fallen woman.

And there she was, hanging limp, seared beyond all all recognition, though it was no-one Gwen had ever known.

But even as Gwen's fingers and feet dragged her through the waters, even as her strokes pulled her closer to the fallen burned woman, she could see with wide wide eyes that the fallen burned woman was healing.

Skin rippled and smoothed and hair sprouted and muscles restored themselves and.

And this woman, too, was naked and beautiful.

In wonder, Gwen swam up to her, cradled her there beneath the surface, cradled her against the pebbles of the sandy bottom, and she gazed into the face of the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen. But then the fallen beautiful creature bucked and spasmed and begged wordless for air, and Gwen swam them up towards the surface, towards the shore.

The form of the woman was limp and light and cool against the warmth of Gwen's sun-kissed flesh, as cool as its snowy colour would suggest. Light as a snowflake. As if she had been hollowed out, and all that was left was a shell and a mere spark of life.

They made it to shore after what felt like an eternity and then the pale woman coughed and spluttered and whimpered.

"I didn't do anything," she mumbled, "he just. He just swooped down and. I don't even know where I am."

"Try not to talk," Gwen assured her softly. "My mothers are gifted in healing. I will send for them and--"

"I'm healed," Chastity shook her head, and gazed up into the face of the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, reaching up trembling fingers to tangle them into Gwen's green green hair. "I'm just. Used up all my strength doing that. I just need. I'm hungry."

"You need?" Gwen bit her lip. "What do you need?"

And Chastity simply shook her head, unable to express this with words--

Chastity's cool pale lips pressed hungrily to Gwen's warm emerald ones.

Gwen's eyes widened but it was instinct it was inevitability she had kissed satyrs before in the springtime romps but only ever kissed them and she knew this was different. She knew this kiss was different.

She knew, without knowing, that this kiss would lead to more...

Chastity, aching and shuddering and barely alive, summoned enough strength to push Gwen over onto her back on the sandy shore of the lake's beach and there in the warmth of the sand she began to kiss her way down Gwen's impossibly elegantly curvaceous form. Began to kiss her neck and her breasts and the pink-brown nipples and the smoothness of her tummy and the warm warm wetness of her pussy...

"Ahhh!" Gwen's eyes were wider than they'd ever been and her hair spilled around her head in waves and the sensations coursed up her body like lightning going backwards.

Pent-up feelings she didn't even know she was penning up.

Secrets she'd kept even from herself and they were an open book to this woman and her lips and her tongue.

Gwen had seen other nymphs playing at love together when the satyrs were not about, she had seen her mothers kissing, but never had she thought of such things for herself--

Now it was all she could think about. Whole new vistas, whole new solar systems opened out in her mind. And her body... her body was at bliss... at one... at home...

That moonpale tongue wreaked havoc on her sweet wet places and her whole gorgeous body bucked and writhed. And in barely merely instants the havoc pinnacled and spiked and she screamed joyfully out into the endless skies and the nigh-endless trees, wrapping her legs around the head of this complete beautiful stranger and her dark dark hair.

"Ahhh!" Gwen begged and pleaded and loved and loved and loved. "Gods! Goddesses! Anhh'hh'hh-ahhhhh!"

And then she fell back, panting, and giddy, and her face was awash with warmth and smiles.

And Chastity propped herself up on an elbow, crimson eyes glowing with an internal slightly infernal incandescence. Chastity propped herself up on an elbow and she gazed up Gwen's body and she grinned a giddy weary delighted grin.

"You're delicious," Chastity breathed, shaking her head and tucking a forelock of hair back behind her ear.

(There was no more colour in the pale woman's cheeks, but her eyes were glinting with a red red light and there was more weight to her, more substance. She was no longer a ghost, no longer hollow. And she was grinning.)

Gwen, incredulous, disbelieving, this couldn't possibly be real, could only catch herself murmuring: "Does that mean you would like to taste more of me?"

Chastity grinned, broad and unrepentant as could be, her voice humid and drawling, the tones of a lazy summer's day. "Does that mean you'd like me to taste you summore?"

Gwen bit her lip and nodded fiercely.

"Yes," Gwen assured her, and without missing a beat she drove the point home: "Always."

Chastity's eyes softened, and her grin became a languid, adoring smile.

She had been taken up into Wind and sent down in Flame and had sunk deeply into Water and now here lay with a beautiful beautiful thing upon sandy Stone and amongst leafy Green. This was an excellent beginning.

And Chastity had always had a soft spot for new beginnings.

"Okay, then. 'Always' it is."

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...but that had been years ago, and a beautiful day.

In the present, it was night.

The night was warm, and the moon was full.

And Gwen dozed softly, tangled in the black satin of their bedsheets. She slept, a smile lopsided but angelic, as her green green hair spilled all about her head. Her cheek pressed hard into the pillows.

She always slept hard when she'd had a vigorous day.

And Chastity had seen to it that Gwenyvyre of The Verdant had had a vigourous couple of days. Not that Gwen had been a slouch in her own right. Despite her perpetual innocence and bright-eyed wonder, Gwen could be very. Aggressive. When she wanted to be.

Chastity didn't sleep. Really, she couldn't. Especially not when she was filled with a mix of wiring energy and furious hunger.

And as the moon spilled in through the open windows, spilled in with the warm warm breeze that caused the window-sashes to waft about, Chastity's pale pale skin seemed to glow in the full moon's light.

Gwen's skin had more colour in it, and Chastity's eyes traced over the shadows her curvatures cast in the moonlight. Traced over the rise and fall of her voluminous breasts in time with her breathing.

She really was so very beautiful. So beautiful it almost hurt to look at her, like no-one who'd lived Chastity's life of indiscretion and debauchery truly deserved to look upon someone that beautiful.

And the indiscretion continued. The debauchery continued.

Because of the very nature of the energies that sang in Chastity's blood. The very nature of her flesh.

She had loved her girlfriend thoroughly this day and the previous day and on into this night. But her body could not love one person and stay satisfied, it simply couldn't. If she tried-- and she had done, there had been a couple of boys after she'd finished school --she would go nearly crazy with insatiable Yearnings. Nearly mad, if not truly mad.

And so, with a weary smile on her face and a heavy heart but hungry blood, she rose from their bed and she padded, catlike, through their apartment. She was naked, and she sought her clothes where they'd been abandoned in the throes of passion almost forty-eight hours before.

The apartment was softly carpeted. And it was furnished not lavishly but sufficiently. There were couches and chairs in the living room, facing the mirror-viewer upon which they or visitors would occasionally enjoy entertainments.

(Gwen, naturally, preferred documentaries on natural things... Chastity preferred epic exploits and naughty, rule-bending intercourse. But they managed to find a happy medium. They had amassed quite a collection of vue-discs for replay upon the mirror, and these sat on shelves to either side of the mirror's portal.)

The kitchen had a window over the sink and a variety of countertops and barstools. There were plates and forks and knives, and there was a modicum of food in the cupboards and the cooling-box, but neither Gwenyvyre nor Chastity ate food in the traditional sense, and generally these were only kept stocked for visitors.

Fruit juices for dehydration and carbohydrates for quick energy and protein for those who really worked up a hunger.

The bathroom, however, this was epic. Tiled in black and white like a wonderland gameboard, it had toilet and sink neatly appointed, and a shower big enough to hold nearly half-a-dozen decently-sized individuals, multiple showerheads and shelves on which to seat oneself and even waterproof cushions for those who really wanted to make themselves comfortable. The shower was gorgeous, and it had seen almost as many adventures as had the bedroom.

And everywhere, along the walls and windowsills, upon the end-tables and the bookshelves, there were potted plants of all shapes and sizes and colours, and all of these were thriving and lovely. They benefited, after all, as much from Gwen's presence as Gwen benefited from theirs.

Chastity found her clothing, strewn haphazardly on the floor between the front door and one of the living-room chairs. She donned it smoothly, methodically. Through long practise, she found she could dress almost as quickly as she could get herself undressed.

She wore black. She always wore black. Friends had sometimes commented that, if Chastity ever put on a piece of clothing that wasn't black, it would turn black immediately so as not to cause a disruption of Space and Time.

She didn't need to wear clothes, as such. Despite the enhancements of her senses, she was pretty much immune to the more harmful aspects of weather and the elements. She could stroll around naked, if she so chose, twenty-four-and-seven, just as Gwen tended to do.

But there were those still, prudish folk, who would cause you trouble if they caught you behaving in a naughty fashion. And Chastity had often found it prudent to at least affect a modicum of civilisation around these people, and to resume misbehaving as soon as they turned their backs.

Zipping up the front of her leather bodice-esque top and fastening the buckle of her collar at a reasonable tightness, she proceeded from that place. One last lingering glance rested upon the half-open bedroom door, and through it, at the woman-creature who slept beyond, but then she closed the apartment and her booted feet and graceful strides carried her off down the hall.

She followed her Yearnings, which often had a mind of their own.

They lived in the twenty-first room on the thirtieth floor, a tenth of the way up the building.

Chastity's mother had had a house in the suburban outskirts of the primary Citadel of Atlantis, and while the ownership of property in this land was high indication of noble standing, Chastity had seen fit to sell this house and use the money to buy an apartment proper in The Citadel itself. There had been enough money left over to live comfortably, but there had also been wise investments of some of these funds by Chastity's remarkably intelligent friend Mallory, and this provided whenever times got tight.

She climbed aboard the lift, a thing made of glass that slid slopingly down tracks upon the outside of the building.

Like many buildings in Atlantis, their apartment was a ziggurat, a pyramid with sides that climbed like steps.

Some folk in Atlantis eschewed the ziggurat pattern for proper steep-sided pyramids, but these were considered roguish and on the very borders of conventional fashion. Rarer still were buildings that rose as pillars or domes, these were so iconoclastic as to be bewildering.

Almost universally-- though, here, too, there were exceptions --buildings in The Citadel were constructed out of bricks of stony gold, flaked in magical materials that captured available light and reflected it out in glory.

In the day, The Citadel shone like The Unconquered Sun. At night, The Citadel shone like The Lady Moon.

And then there was the ocean. Stretching out...

Rare were places in The Citadel where the beautiful crystal seas could not be seen. At night, they seethed like infinite expanses of living obsidian painted with patches of pearl.

Following her instincts, following her intuitions, Chastity Nicollette wandered out into the night.

The fan-trains were still running at this time of night, carriages that levitated and flew through the city on fans powered by wind-magics, but Chastity decided to proceed on foot. The Yearnings were growing, bit by bit, more insistent, more demanding, but she balled her hands into fists at her sides and struggled to take her time.

After about half an hour, she wandered through The Uncommon Square, a public park carefully tended with vast rare gardens and places to meet and run about, a little touch of nature not often available in such a starkly urbanised place.

Ringed with low walls for sitting, and lined with vast carpets of lawn, there were many paths for walking that criss-crossed this expanse. Truly it was late at night, to find it so bereft of life. It was nearly empty save for Chastity, and this was almost-unheard of. Like Chastity, Atlantis never slept.

Chas paused, thumbs tucked in the waistband of her low-slung, intriguingly-cut leather pants, and gazed for a moment at the great globe that adorned the exact centre of The Uncommon Square.

She gazed at it, encrusted with sunsteel and stonesilver, as it revolved on its bearings, revolved even as The World revolved in space.

As gazed at it, she saw The Endless Oceans.

Then, as she watched, she saw the other side of The World. She saw Pangaea, largest of the continents, and its vast vast and varied terrains. On this great expanse of land rested Shambala, and Babylon, and Camelot, and Rohirus-- the biped name for the great wide plains upon which The Speaking Horses and The Unicorns grazed and galloped --and countless other kingdoms, and many barbarian and nomadic tribes which kept their affiliations to themselves. All manner of life could be found on Pangaea's shores, and Chastity wondered often what it might be like to spend a dozen lifetimes trying to cartograph its lands.

The globe kept spinning, slow and inexorable, and gradually came into view more familiar territory. The Great Islands, smaller continents but no less varied.

Amongst these was Atlantis itself, the jewel of The World.

And there was The Verdant, an isolated idyllic land of woods and waters, home to the One True Love of Chastity's life.

There was The Empire of Mu, and the sky-seeking Laputans, and again, here there were islands unnamed and kingdoms secretive, and even in the ten thousand years of The World's spinning in space had not all of them been explored.

Chastity's Yearnings pulled her onward, and she left the globe to spin and spin and spin on into forever.

Geography would not soothe her savage beast.

But she slowed to a halt, deeper into the city, and she gazed up at the sky and struggled to listen to that extrasensory quasi-sentient part of her that knew what she Yearned for. Not unlike Gwen stopping to drink in the voices of The Green, Chas stopped to listen to the auras of the city's sleepers.

She wondered where she'd end up tonight, and that thought filled her with the thrill of adventure.

She wondered where she'd end up tonight; she never could tell with these things, and a languidly curious smile spread across her face.

"Where am I going?" she asked the night with a soft, breathy sultry drawl. "Where are you takin' me?"

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Azrakel & Zoe: District of Flowers, Citadel of Atlantis

Crack!
Clack!

The sound of bloodwood striking together echoed across the courtyard. Mage-globes lit the grounds in a gentle white light, while two figures danced with staves among the night-blooming flowers and chirruping insects.
The staves moved in blurs, searching for an opening, yearning to strike undefended flesh. Again and again they crashed together, until with a meaty sound the taller of the figures swept past the smaller's defenses, sweeping her legs under her and dropping her on her back into the dust of the practice yard.

"Ooof! That was a low move Master" the young woman said, looking up at her mentor.

"Remember, when you fight, you fight to win Zoe. You are still keeping yourself balanced too far back when fighting a larger opponent, it gives up leverage and looses you speed."

I reached down, extending my hand to my young apprentice, which after another annoyed look at me she took, spring nimbly to her feet. With a look and a surge of fey, she called her staff back to her hand from the ground, then collapsed it back to it's travel form, a small cylinder of eight inches.

"Why do we practice with these archaic weapons anyway? I have seen the power you control, and I know what i can do. Who would challenge you anyway? You could just, oh I don't know, turn them into a hopper or something. Why learn to fight with sticks??"

I sighed. Always questions. Always looking for the fey to solve her problems.

"I make you practice because fey is not the answer to everything. What if you are spell-locked? What if you are facing something immune to magic? that stick as you call it is harvested from very rare trees located out in the Dravisal swamp. Aside from being almost indestructible and able to heal themselves, they absorb fey energy if you know how to use them. Plus most people miss them when searching you for weapons, unlike my sword over there. And lastly, because I am the master, you are the apprentice, and you are still shifting you balance too far back!"

She grunted, her sign of surrender, then walked over to the rain barrel and dunked her entire head in, pulling out with a gasp and sending water flying everywhere as she shook out her hair. I could not help but notice how she had filled out over the last year, especially with her shirt plastered to her skin, wet with water and sweat. I closed my eyes and brought the hunger in. It had been too long since I had fed.

"Zoe, it's late and tomorrow we are going to work on your summoning. By sundown I expect you to be able to get a bird to land on your hand, not your head. Go wash up and get some sleep, I am going out."

"Yes Master. (at least mine didn't poop on my shoulder.)"

"I heard that" I said back to her as she walked off with a grin and a sway in her step, the leathers outlining the fact that yes, she had grown alot in the last year.

Definitely time to feed, and steak and a good wine was not going to cut it this time.

I focused my will and formed the power in my mind, letting it loose with a warm glow that embraced me. Clothing smoothed, sweat dissipated and hair was neatly arrayed. It was a vanity cantrip, but it did save time. Walking over I belted Soulfire about my waist and collapsed my staff, clipping it to my waist.

Now, it was time to hunt. Somewhere out there was a woman who hungered, one who looked to give up herself, to feel the sweet lash of pain laced with pleasure. One who would surrender herself and allow me the sweet release I needed.

Focusing my will words left my lips, bending and warping reality until a lavender man-sized oval appeared in front of me, hanging inches from the ground. Stepping through the portal, I appeared in a quiet alley in the darker part of the shining city. The portal vanished with a flick of my will, and I set off.

Somewhere out here was the one who would quell my hunger. My fathers legacy, a hunger never fully sated, and my mothers, a hunger never fed by force.

 

[HookerBoots]

Another boring luncheon with the human government of Babylon. Nelia stifled a yawn that would have been impolite at best as some functionary told another frivolous story. It was always a good meal, however, which was great. They took special consideration to give her a full vegetarian meal - today was a salad of rare greens, apples, and some sort of vegetable that only grew in this area - knowing she could find the little protien she needed at other times and places, but vegetarian options were still a bit of a challenge, even here in the largest city on land.

The woman telling the story was an especial bore, one of the fools who was so focused on politics and intrigues that she barely thought about the important things. Never talked about mating, or pleasure, or grazing. Well, humans didn't graze, which was probably best, since they'd look silly doing it. But clearly this woman had lost sight of the things that mattered in life.

As soon as the story was over, however, Nelia planned to excuse herself. She had plans this afternoon and evening, and they didn't include listening to this woman babble about the latest faux pas someone had made at a dinner party. The woman stopped talking, and everyone laughed politely. Nelia stood gracefully, brushing her hands over her dress to smooth the wrinkles out. "A pleasure, as always. But I'm afraid that I have several previous commitments this afternoon, and I must go prepare for them."

They expressed dismay, mostly feigned, and let her leave with minimal fuss. For once. If she'd known it would be that easy, she'd have started making plans every week at this time. She had planned to go to her room and change, but a glance outside made her change her mind. When unicorns shape-shifted, their clothes went with them. And she didn't want her new dress getting wet in the rain. Instead, she headed out the labyrinthine passageways of the diplomatic building and into the even more labyrinthine gardens. The light rain felt cool and sweet on her shoulders and face, but what she really wanted was the rain and wind in her mane.

Since the main gardens were bordered by heavy hedges that were too high for her to jump, she changed into her winged serpent form and lifted from the ground with a powerful stroke of her wings. A gardener blinked up at her, then waved. Nelia hissed in the most friendly way she could and glided over the hedges, landing on the other side in a coil of scales and feathers. In a second, the winged snake was gone and in its place stood a blue unicorn, shaking it's head in the softly falling rain.

Nelia whinnied happily and looked around the open plain. It wasn't really a plain, of course. It was a large field that they kept in the city for people who liked to ride horses. But that meant it was perfect for her. She stamped one hoof and took off at a gallop towards the other side of the field. While a part of her was lost in the good, solid exertion of running over grass, another part of her was thinking about the other plans she had. After she finished her run, she would shower and head to Atlantis through the teleporter and visit some friends there. The Atlanteans were a little younger in spirit than the Babylonians she had official contact with, and she was looking forward to an evening there. They talked about mating.

 

[Eazy]

As the fan-train flew through the extensive stretch of land which made up the surface of Atlantis, the young male remaining seated in his place did little more then glare as his eyes met those of the pale figure which stood looking down at him. At his arm was a similarly complexioned woman, clearly of the same species, and most certainly his mate; who showed a silent disinterest in making a scene. The male whom she stood beside continued staring down at the human looking werecreature, evidently expecting a response from a previous comment.

For his part, though his eyes were meeting those of the vampyre standing before him, Rand's thoughts were more focused upon the foolish choice he made by traveling within such an inclosed compartment which was shared others; particularly on a night such as this.

Still, through gritted teeth, he made a halfhearted attempt in avoiding any further incident, "What? I was simply admiring your choice in partners. I fail in seeing the harm which would come from doing so."

"You were sniffing at her!" The creature snarled back at him, fangs showing on his curled lips, either as a means of intimidation or a simple flash of, frankly, understandable rage.

Staring up at the male, Rand felt a brief flush of embarrassment over his accusation, yet, maintained his disinterested expression as he begrudgingly admitted, "....just her hair."

Truth be told, he was perhaps one of the better behaved when it came to mingling among others during the call of a full moon. While werewolves forcing themselves upon anybody of another species was nearly unheard of, it wasn't uncommon for one of his kind to go on the prowl at night in search of seducing another into intimacy. At the very least, any creature which caught their eye could expect a number of lustful glances and, on occasion, lewd comments directed their way.

Using his head to gesture toward the window and at the night sky as he remained seated, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants, he pointed out in defense, "Look, why don't you try fighting off temptation when there's a giant aphrodisiac floating over your head?"

Following Rand's direction, both male and female stared outward for a moment, both gradually starting to pick up on exactly what their mutual source of distress had been making reference toward.

"Should have realized it from the scent." The male commented as he returned his gaze toward the lycan, his eyes continuing to show a stern glare within them even as he seemed to begin cooling off, "Just keep your paws and snout away from my Lizbeth. You understand me, wolfie?"

Fantastic, Rand thought to himself as he swiftly caught onto what was going on here. The other male remained angry, but was now willing to overlook the werecreatures previous action as little more then a moment of weakness. Something out of his control. Logically, there wasn't anything wrong with the sharp toothed creature taking this higher road; but the knowledge of this did nothing for soothing the frustration Rand felt over boiling inside of his very being. It was a small act of charitable mercy when the carriage pulled into one of its various predestined stops.

"Yeah, I understand you. I believe this is my exit anyway." He lied while standing up from his seat and gradually making his way for the door, figuring a walk out in the night air would prove a tad more welcoming then spending another minute cooped up within the fan-train.

Stepping out of the large vehicle, he noticed the pair returning to their seats which were located beside what had been his own, then letting out in a clear voice as the door closed on its own, "Buck toothed wanker."

Rand held little skepticism of his acquaintances having heard his words, yet, also knew there wouldn't be much either one could say about it as the fan-train already started speeding off toward its next destination. Letting out a sigh before taking in a breath of fresh air, he finally removed his hands from his side pockets, studying the long nails which were currently protruding from his finger tips. Picking off the threads of torn cloth that was caught upon their razor sharp tips, he slowly retracted each of them before slipping his hands back into his pockets to study the damage. Not bad enough where he couldn't carry a pouch or watch, but he'd do well to avoid placing any loose trinkets in there for now.

Raising his head as his orange eyes gazed upward at the impressive structures surrounding him, the silver haired male reached up to run a hand through his hair, taking a moment to straighten out the goggles resting on his head as the werewolf continued on his way throughout the immense city. It would take a little doing, but he needed to find his bearings after having only made his way into it earlier that day. It wasn't his first time in Atlantis, but it was his first since striking out on his own, and the last visit had been a good many years ago. He'd occasionally glance at the moon, yet he needn't rely on visual confirmation to know of its presence. The yearning, the hunger deep within his very core, both for feasting on meat and quenching a desire of something more were persistent enough reminders. And it wouldn't become any easier as the night continued ticking away with each passing minute.

Finding the pace of his footfalls quickening into a brisk walk on their own, Rand could feel his heartbeat pounding faster against his chest, the adrenaline pumping through his body at an increased rate. This wasn't much, but it helped in burning off a fragment of the excess energy coursing within his very being as the moonlight shinned down against his trim figure. The werecreature, having visited in the past and being kept up to date on the city by others, held a rough idea of where he could find a place within his price range for a night or two. First, however, he needed to find a way of dealing with this growing hunger. Rand figured finding a place for grabbing a bite to eat, while ultimately unsatisfying, would prove effective enough in quenching a portion of his yearnings.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Just like Atlantis, there was one special place located somewhere deeper in the Jewel of the World; a rare gem inside the never-sleeping Citadel of Atlantis. A well-known bar stood in the mass of golden buildings, though the outlook of this named place was rather different from the others.

The walls of the building were constructed out of a different material, though it could not be pin-pointed out. Unlike the other buildings, the material wasn't flaked with magical properties. But the building did glimmered in the silver moonlight; almost glowing and glimmering, as though summoning strangers who just happened to pass by to enter through the door. Above the door, hung a neon-lit sign glimmering in a rather soothing light with the name 'Eden'.

Behind the thick door, a catchy tune started to play with electric guitars string being plucked, along with gentle drumming; the tune added to the mysterious yet inviting atmosphere surrounding the building. Once inside the building, in the room, stood a rather large bar counter made out of shimmering metal, with jewels embedded at the sides of the bar counters to add more decorative meanings to it. Comfortable bar chairs stood at the counter; and behind the bar counter; a vast collection of alcoholic beverages in bottles placed neatly in shelves.

Deeper inside the room, a leveled stage was constructed big enough for a large band to play their instruments and to give endless musical entertainment to the patrons. In front of the stage, perhaps a safe distance away, large tables with chairs were located to allow audiences to have themselves seated down to enjoy the show. For now, the tables were only started to be filled but for certain, more patrons would come; just to see one female to perform on that large stage itself.

"Excuse me?" A female's voice drew his attention away from the stage to move his golden gaze upon one feminine figure who took the seat right in front of him. The female patron had her eyes upon this golden-haired bartender, ever since she firstly came to this place. The only reason why she came, was just because of him. She didn't understood the reason why, but his looks had attracted her the first time her eyes laid upon him.

"Yes, Miss?" The bartender replied politely, despite a firm line was set upon his lips which gave an unfriendly atmosphere to the lady patron.

"Uhm.. I.. am just wondering.. What's your name?" The lady's voice began to quiver, perhaps out of shyness and out of fear that she was just embarrassing herself in front of him.

The handsome blond male blinked his golden eyes once, then twice before reaching a hand up to slip his fingers through his golden mane. Oh bother, another admirer so quickly? He thought this in his head and tried his best not to sound defensive, or to scare another customer away. His employer had already warned him about the lady customers he had turned off. Well, it actually wasn't his fault after all. He didn't want this kind of attention, especially when he was supposed to work.

Just at this moment, the male singer of the band came up to take the microphone from the stand and guitarists along with the drummer began to hype the music up when the singer began to sing his song.


"You applied poison to your lips and came into my room, right?
With your kiss, my body and mind seem to be melting already
The me who I really hate when I'm at age 19
The me who I really hate when I'm at age 19.."


Scent of sweet roses began to permeate throughout the room and his acute sense of smell noticed the sharp conquer of the scent and knew instantly who had finally arrived in the building. Stood at the entrance of the door was one of the most entrancing ladies anyone could ever meet; and he knew this female quite too well. The rather tall female had dark-colored tresses reaching to her small waist, her eyes a mysterious dark brown with a knowing glint in them. He had noticed she was wearing a rather tight yet slimming dress which hugged every curves of her body, and showed them very well.


"Even when your heart is so beautiful that it nauseates me
Why do you kiss me, when I can't even do a thing?
The days that I really hate when I'm at age 19
The face that I really hate when I'm at age 19.."


The temptress moved over to the bar counter where both the bartender and the female patron were; her movements were fluid and graceful, her pose were held with high dignity. When she drew close to the bar counter, his golden eyes went to hers and both eyes were locked upon the other before the graceful creature turned her head to face the female patron.


"L-L-L Like a black swallowtail butterfly, I want to fly with my proud wings
P-P-P Please don't say, "It's stupid"; such a life is fine, is fine..."


With a friendly smile set upon her face, her lips parted to allow her sensuous and soothing voice to flow out, "Sorry, sweetheart.. But this man is called for." Her smile widened and the lady patron stood there, speechless and looked bewildered. To emphasized her words, she had leaned across the counter to land a small peck upon the bartender's cheek. With this action, the female patron quickly understood and gave a quick apology before leaving the scene.


"If it's impossible to remove my soiled soul only
Then to where I walk can I call that my future?
The dream suspended in midair when I'm at age 19
The lie suspended in midair when I'm at age 19.."


".. Thank you, Ambrosia." The bartender managed to at least breathed out a sigh of relief once the female patron was out of sight, and he raised a hand to gently rub the spot where the kiss was placed. ".. I owe you."

"No need to thank me, Cain. It's the least I could do for a dear friend." The sensuous lady replied, her dark brown eyes wandered towards the stage and she allowed herself to enjoy the band playing their song. Soon, after them, it would be her turn to be on stage. And she was looking forward to it.


"I-I-I I'll become a black swallowtail butterfly; I want to be loved by everyone
E-E-E Even if I'm not almost there, just an instant is fine, is fine...
The me who I really hate when I'm at age 19
The me who I really hate when I'm at age 19.."


".. If you want to repay me, there's always an empty room at the back." Ambrosia begun her teasing, which only brought a small flush to touch the handsome bartender's cheek. The reaction widened her smile ever so little.

"Temptress." Cain breathe the word out in a soft volume, but flashed a rare smile towards the elegant female. In return, Ambrosia gave a knowing wink towards his direction. In the background, the band continued to play with the music now hyping up.


"L-L-L Like a black swallowtail butterfly, I want to fly with my proud wings
P-P-P Please don't say "It's stupid"; such a life is fine, is fine...
I-I-I I'll become a black swallowtail butterfly; I want to be loved by everyone
E-E-E Even if I'm not almost there, just an instant is fine, is fine..."


Ambrosia gave a gentle wave towards Cain's direction before she proceeded to head towards backstage. It was almost her turn, after all. As though on cue, more patrons had begun to enter the premise and to fill the empty tables in front of the stage. Just in time to hear the song ending.


"L-L-L Like a black swallowtail butterfly
P-P-P Please don't say, "It's stupid"
L-L-L Like a black swallowtail butterfly
P-P-P Please don't say, "It's stupid"."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Cieri, please.."

A smile lingered on the brunette's lips a moment longer as the young man buried in the black silk sheets beside her whimpered for her, his hands raking along the bed to seek out her touch. "Now, now, darling... We both know that's not a good idea," she breathed, barely turning as she spoke; instead, her attention was focused more on the replacement of her tanned bra and the finding of her shirt.

"Please..!" His voice was more urgent now, fingers grasping hold of the paled flesh of her arm. "Don't leave... I love you. You're- you're beautiful.."

Cieri raised an eyebrow at that, then shook her head. "You're still drunk. Sleep it off, sweetheart. You're talking foolishly. You don't love me, and I'm certainly not as beautiful as you think I am."

"I'm not.. that drunk.." He sat up a bit more, frowning as he looked her over. "And yes, you are. Everything about you, is my idea of beauty."

"Really now?" Cieri looked to him as she stood up, wriggling into her brown leather pants. "What you see is not always what you get, darlin'. You were an absolute dream for the evening, but... I'm sorry, I just don't find you that amusing any more." She gave a slightly mocking pout at that, wriggling her fingers at him. "A shame, too... For awhile there, you seemed so promising, but then..." She raised a thumb into the air, only to reverse direction with it and angle it back down towards the bed. "Pbbth. Interest gone." She smiled, pulling the sleeves of her shirt up as she continued. "Now, don't get me wrong- You were delicious in bed; a completely beautiful fuck... but a girl needs more than that, ya know?"

She gave him a rather sadistic smirk with that, heading for the door- but not before giving a last parting thought. "Besides, darlin'. You're much too vain for me, basing everything on my looks.." As she spoke, the once fair complexion of her body took on a more unnatural hue; a blueish tint that passed over her entire form. "Don't judge so easily, baby." She winked a golden eye at him, passing through the door with a smirk.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Gwenyvyre

Gwenyvyre slept peacefully, and without dreams, the kind of dreamless sleep granted by living stars. She had been soothed in that fashion that only Chastity could provide, and it seemed that sleep would claim her for hours yet.

But there came then the lingering whisper.

It wafted in past her dreamlessness, in through the obliviousness and the oblivion of her sleep.

'Wake up,' it breathed to her, the voice of restless rustling leaves caressed by passing cross-breezes: 'Someone is coming.'

Distracted, mumbling, she rolled over in her sleep, nudged but not awakened.

'Someone is coming. Go to greet them.'

One eye flicked open, emerald and gleaming in the moonlight, and as she sat up, the other eye opened also.

She yawned, and a shiver flickered down her spine.

Disoriented, Gwen cast her gaze about her. She had heard someone speaking? True, she often spoke with the houseplants, but while she would use words, their responses were more impressions, half-illustrated glimpses of emotion. They never actually replied with words.

"Did she go?" she wondered, feeling the cooling patch of warm bed beside her, feeling the relative emptiness of the room.

The houseplants with her in the bedroom seemed to nod the affirmative, and Gwen nodded quietly, smiling a slow slow smile.

"Good luck, Beloved," she murmured, though not to the plants. "Good luck and good hunting. Come home to me safe."

She felt rested, which surprised her. She must have slept very deeply.

Gwen knew from the restless in her heart that she should not sleep again, and while she knew not the source of this restlessness, she had long ago learned to trust her intuitions.

Slithering her legs out from amongst the sheets and resting her bared feet upon the floor, she walked naked through the moonlight to the open window and felt the breeze upon the bareness of her skin. She nodded respectfully to the moon, and then gazed down upon the silver-white glitter of the city.

And as her gaze floated down over the city, her restlessness panged

"I should go out there," she realised softly. "This is not a night to be such a hermit, reluctant to move about in a place so removed from woodland peace. Tonight is a night to be a little braver."

A deep feeling of affirmation washed across her from the plants beside her, so much so that she arched an eyebrow at them.

But they were no more communicative than that.

"How very enigmatic," she opined gently, wryly, but moved away from the window towards the little walk-in closet.

There wasn't much in there, Chastity's occasionally-varied outfits, all in black.

But Gwen had even less for clothing. Nymphs never wore clothes unless they could help it, after all, not even fig leaves. There was a dress for formal wear, a dress as blue as the seas. And there was a robe, softest silk, styled as a kimono, this the colour of saffron sunset.

Gwen took this robe down from the hanger and wrapped it around herself, cinching it tightly about her narrow waist.

Briefly, as she tugged her hair out from under the robe and let it spill down her back once more, she considered the spare pairs of shoes Chastity had on the floor at her feet. After a moment of this, however, she made a face and shook her head.

Bad enough she was wearing covering upon her skin. She would not stand to cover her feet with those clunky monstrosities.

She stood back out in the bedroom proper, and she again consulted the houseplants: "How do I look?"

Again came the feeling of affirmation, and she smiled brightly. "Well. Thank you very kindly. You are all most gracious."

Thus, wearing only the robe tied around her, she left the apartment and locked it up behind her and walked for the lift, her bare feet noiseless on the floors of the corridor.

She stood in the lift and she tried to not look down as the glass-enclosed device took her down the side of the building. She was taller than the tallest treetops, here, and this was most disorienting. Perhaps sometimes a falling blossom would be caught upon high winds and cast up to great altitudes, but she was no falling blossom.

It was with a sigh of relief that she saw the doors part and she padded out onto the streets and paths of The Citadel of Atlantis.

She frowned, softly, because really, she had no idea what to do next. And she was too far from her plants to ask their advice.

She closed her eyes and she reached out with her senses... she found below her the rushing waters of the pipelines that laced through The Citadel's infrastructure, seawater made into freshwater through science and sorcery, and she asked it if it knew anything. But the water of this place was far too fast-moving, stressed and busy, to stop and talk. It had so many places to be at once, and it couldn't take time for her unless she summoned it specifically with faucet or tap or fountain.

A slight shiver danced upon her shoulders through the silk of her robe and she huddled herself and she thought herself foolish.

The lift rose behind her, summoned by another denizen of the apartment building, and she glanced up at it and watched it depart ruefully.

"I will give this five minutes," she decided, murmuring to herself. "And then I will call the lift back to me, and I will wait for the morning sun like a sensible creature."

 

[ChasNicollette]

Chastity

Chas did not linger there in the darkness.

She needed to at least seem proactive about this, or her Yearnings would not give her a moment's peace. Thus, her boots propelled her across the flagstones and the cobblestones and the pavement.

Feelings mixed within her belly.

This going about and hunting for "food" reminded her a little too much of her life before Gwen. She had been something of a vagrant, something of a bedraggled mess, unguided and a little bit unhinged. But that had been different, then, because she had never known whether she would have a roof over head that night, or where it might be. She had existed on the charity of her lovers, and this had been a dark time.

But this was different. Things had changed.

Her mother, Pandora Nicollette, had passed away, and while her mother had thoroughly disapproved of how depraved Chastity had gotten since her eighteenth birthday and the emergence of The Yearnings, still she had left Chastity the house in her Last Will. Chastity again had a place to call home.

And then that archdemon had attacked her and she had barely survived and she had found Gwen.

They had moved together into that apartment in the city, and while Chastity still hungered for new and different lovers, she could not help it, things promised to never again deteriorate into the darkness of before.

There was that promise. But then again, sometimes there were reminders.

Like wandering the city at night and not knowing where one was going.

She slowed to a halt, though, unable to maintain her pretense of proactiveness, as she heard lovely music wafting upon the wind. She slowed and she quested about with her sharp sharp ears, narrowing red red felinoid eyes and wondering as to which direction the music was coming from.

That bar was in this area. The one with the singer.

Her friend Khauri had not been able to shut up about this place the last time they'd sat and talked. "Eden."

She followed the music and was just walking into the vicinity of the place, watching other patrons file in, when the music faded to a stop.

She frowned. It had been good music, but nowhere near the level that Khauri had bragged about. And it took really good music to crack Khauri's shell, for such a rough customer, the cryptozoanthropic beast-woman was something of a musical snob.

Maybe the regular girl wasn't singing tonight? That was a shame.

Still, she should check the place out. Maybe she could bring Gwenyvyre here sometime. A regular date, as if they were regular people. Might make a nice change.

Chastity did feel drawn to the place. Like something was tickling the edges of her senses. Like one lodestone inching towards another from opposite sides of a table. Except it wasn't just one impulse drawing her, she could maybe feel it, a little bit. There were two biopsychic voices in there that sang to her like Siren Song, though at this distance she could hear discern no details...

But as she moved to step off of the kerb and into the the roadway, she felt a surge and a spiral and a crackle behind her, all in the back of her brain and along the back of her eyes and her mind's eye widened with the force of it. A person behind her... a person had just winked into being. A teleportation?

...the international teleporters were blocks away. Was this a magician, then, teleporting themselves?

She knew only that the crackle along the back of her eyes was slithering down through the conduits of her flesh to tingle and hum along the inside walls of her pulsing pulsing pale pale netherlips. Her fingers started to jitter.

Whomever it was, as drawn as she felt to the bar with the music and the double helix of calling voices, her flesh and her Yearnings were also drawing her back towards this individual who had just materialised somewhere back in the night.

She curled her jittery fingers into fists. And she stood there, glancing back and forth between Eden ahead and between shadowy alleys behind.

"I could always flip a coin," she mumbled to herself with sardonic humour. "That is, if I'd brought one."

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Azrakel

I felt the emotions before I heard the music. Alcohol flowing freely along with music was sure to bring out the mating dance among the sentients inhabiting the city.

It was a good hunting ground. Eden always drew a interesting crowd. I think I met Astrid there.

Ahhh Astrid. Of the coffee skin and enticing amber eyes. Throaty laugh and a glorious gasp when the lashes fell across her back. Ahh she had been a good plaything.

She had even sent me a invitation to her joining when she found love instead of sport. Zoe had a good time there. Seventeen and in her full bloom of youth. I had to keep a very watchful eye upon my young apprentice that night. I think she still smiles about that.

Girl was a handful!

I stepped lightly out of the alley and into the light, and thats when I noticed her.

She was tall, and well built. Dressed in black with alabaster skin and slightly glowing red eyes.

Another halfling, like me. I knew that with my hunger upon me this much my eyes glowed in the darkness also.

It had been a while since I had been with a halfling. A long while. Sometimes I could feed on them, sometimes not. Fate was fickle when it came to my appetites. I usually stuck to humans. Their emotions were easy to read, their desires easy to fulfill.

This lady may be a challenge. Challenges are meant to be met.

"Greeting M'Lady. I notice that you seem to be heading to the same place that I am. I would be honored if you would let me escort you there."


And down goes the first throw of the dice.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Chastity

"Greeting M'Lady. I notice that you seem to be heading to the same place that I am. I would be honored if you would let me escort you there."

She gazed at him quietly.

Boyish face and noble robes and ancient eyes. And what eyes they were... crimson, a shade much like her own. And there was a glinting gleaming glow about them. A glow that pierced the gloaming.

Chastity wondered what species he was. Certainly, bioluminescence wasn't unique to demon-spawn, but he sure as Hell wasn't human with a sexual aura as wildfire as his.

She could feel energy pulsing off of him in waves, and there were parts of her body that were pulsing in perfect time with those waves of energy and it was making it very difficult for her to think straight.

There was a predatory air about him, and a seeming dangerousness. He burned darker than her usual fare. He might be a little... abusive? But maybe it was this darkness that her Yearnings required of her. On top of this, she was tough as nails, and she had supercharged herself off of Gwen's affections: she could handle a little abuse.

Chastity chuckled softly, and crossed her arms over her tightly-honed abdomen just below her breasts and tried to keep her voice from trembling with anticipation and craving.

"To be honest, 'M'Lord,'" she drawled, intrigued by the use of such noble terms in regards to ignoble her, "I wasn't positive where I was going myself. But you seem to know where I'm ultimately destined. So why don't you just take me--"

(And at this she arched an eyebrow, coming down hard on the innuendo, wanting to see what he'd do with that sort of suggestive suggestion, and curled her pale pale lips into a delectable smirk.

Either he'd take her to the club, which could be enertaining, or he'd take her physically on the spot, and that would be delicious.)

"--and see where we both end up?"

The dice clattered and rattled and came up seven.

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Azrakel

I walked up to the woman, the hunger's tide rising in me, surging upward and outward. I knew my eyes were glowing now, the mystical and demonic in me merging into a aura of lust and violence.

It had scared off more than one woman, and my aura was pretty damn strong tonight. I half expected her to step away and reconsider her offer.

There was alot of latitude in that offer!

Instead she seemed to drink it in. Her whole body gave a small tremble and a very faint gasp escaped her as I closed the distance between us, until our faces were inches apart. This close I could feel the lust in her wrapping around and through me, as my hunger embraced her.

I reached my hand out, cupping the side of her face and chin. "I can take you places M'lady, take you places that will leave you wondering if you could handle it, or if you could ever go without. Tread cautiously M'Lady, for I seek dark pleasures tonight. My beast is rising, and it begs to be fed."

My mouth descended on her, taking her lips in mine. Tongues dueled as we kissed, and I felt my loins stiffen as she leaned into me, and I her.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Chastity

"I can take you places M'lady, take you places that will leave you wondering if you could handle it, or if you could ever go without. Tread cautiously M'Lady, for I seek dark pleasures tonight. My beast is rising, and it begs to be fed."

Lips pressed and tongues dervished and all manner of electrical storm raced up and down Chastity's spine. Lords, how she hungered, and she felt his hunger too, inside and out. She felt it in his mind and in his brain and she felt it make itself manifest, a rising beast, and press against her leather-clad hip.

She purred softly, eyes almost fully lidded, ruddy light seething in the gap...

(...she felt it still, echoing behind her, the summoning voices of Eden, of that bar. And she knew to heed this call here and now, right now, just like she wanted, would be to neglect those voices and she couldn't do that. But maybe she could get the best of both worlds? She wanted this right now so badly she Yearned for it...)

...but then she placed her palm on his chest, and she drew back-- his lower lip trapped in her teeth for a moment before she released it --and she shivered a needful little shiver.

"You don't need to hurt me to get what you want," she explained to him, gazing into his eyes with oculars lit. "I want you to understand that. I'm offering myself to you. Don't be like those... those guys with the tentacles who think they have to rip me up inside to get what they want. Don't be those guys. (I mean, c'mon, I can't just enjoy the tentacles? They're tentacles for gods' sake, just slow down and let me enjoy them.) M'Lord? I guarantee you before this night is out you will be inside of me. But you don't have to hurt me to do it. (Sure, if I get knocked around a little, I won't mind so much. But let's just make sure it's us having fun together instead of you just churning me for your jollies.)"

She drew away from him, and her pale pale lips smiled a languid little smile.

"So let's have a bet," she murmured. "I bet you. M'Lord. That you can go fifteen minutes in this very stylish public bar without throwing me down and tearing my clothes off of me. If you do that. M'Lord. Then I will tear my clothes off for you at the next earliest opportunity."

She drew away from him, and she stepped backwards into the roadway, and then winked at him. "Deal?"

And she turned and she walked towards the bar and she prayed oh she prayed that he would follow her... and she prayed oh she prayed that she was swinging her ass in a seductive fashion because it was hard to walk gracefully when she was this wet...

Her Yearnings were screaming at her but she hadn't lost her mind yet, she was still in control. She would enjoy being in control for as long as it lasted and then she would enjoy being out of control.

Chastity strode through the bar and to the large tables before the stage. She helped herself to a seat and she folded her hands in her lap and tried to keep her breathing steady.

She wondered if the nobleman would follow her.

She rather hoped he might. She wanted to be out of control with him.

Men always found fruit to be sweeter when it was at first forbidden. But, on top of this, and she had learned this from experience: a few ground rules at the start of a promising evening could help everything run so much smoother when those promises came true...

 

[Mephistophelily]

She felt a bit...

Oh, what was the word? Guilty? Cieri rolled her eyes with that, chuckling. No, far from that. Saddened? Mmm... Closer.

Dissappointed?

Well, probably as close as she was going to get.

...Dissappointed with leaving the young man to pine in his apartment, but in all fairness, he had been merely an experiment for her; a test to see how much she could put a mortal's emotions through and still have them find her intruiging. This one was so easily amused by her, so incredibly fascinated by her that it almost made her sick. That was no experiment at all, more like another useless romp in some horny fool's bed.

Not that she was complaining about such a thing, but it put a damper on her whole pet project. At least leaving him was fun. To show her true nature to the lovestruck idiots was always a pleasure. 'His ideal woman'. How sweet; his idea of perfection was a demon's makeshift appearance.

"Dance with the Devil, mister Harrsenth?," she mused under her breath, still chuckling over the events that had taken place with the man.

Holding her natural state, she walked before the apartment building, staring up at its countless floors and giving a soft yawn. This whole walking thing seemed such a chore, especially with as sore as her legs had become with all that darling Mister Harrsenth had agreed to. A good drink and a soft chair- as well as a dark corner to hide away in- were all in order. A pox on this whole walking approach...

The usual lingering of blackened smoke and peculiar scent was all that remained of Cieri before the man's apartmen, the demoness instead now being found before the bar known as Eden. Her eyebrow raised at the name dangling overhead, smirking as she stepped inside.

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Azrakel

"You don't need to hurt me to get what you want," she said in a husky voice, gazing into my eyes with hers lit. "I want you to understand that. I'm offering myself to you. Don't be like those... those guys with the tentacles who think they have to rip me up inside to get what they want. Don't be those guys. I guarantee you before this night is out you will be inside of me. But you don't have to hurt me to do it. (Sure, if I get knocked around a little, I won't mind so much. But let's just make sure it's us having fun together instead of you just churning me for your jollies.)"
She drew away from me then, and her pale pale lips smiled a languid little smile.

"So let's have a bet. I bet you. M'Lord. That you can go fifteen minutes in this very stylish public bar without throwing me down and tearing my clothes off of me. If you do that. M'Lord. Then I will tear my clothes off for you at the next earliest opportunity."

She drew away from me then, and she stepped backwards into the roadway, and then winked at me. "Deal?"

And she turned and she walked toward the bar, walking in with a mesmerizing sway in her step and her scent filling my nose.

OK, I had learned the mysteries of the Gem Magi of Thraclese. I had braved the swamplands and deserts of ancient lands to learn of their power and lore.

But this, this was going to be a bitch!!

I stopped and centered my spirit, an exercise I had learned from my mother as a child. The beast still growled, still hungered, but it was caged.

I controlled it. it was not easy, but I had learned how long ago.

About two minutes later I made my way inside. The bouncer started to say something about my sword, but I lifted up my bangs, showing him the star sapphire that was embedded in my forehead, and he backed away.

She was at the stage, watching the performers warm up for the next act. I stopped and studied her a moment, noticing how she was tensed up, how her thighs flexed as she sat.

Oh yes, this was going to be a interesting night.

I walked up to the bar and caught the attention of the Blondie behind the bar.

"Two glasses of Shrazzi gold. Chilled, and two small glasses and a bottle of Cherry Brandy. The Dolce', or Trandscon farms if you don't have that."
I placed down three platinum lords on the bar. It would more than cover the drinks I ordered.

Let the game begin.

 

[Eazy]

As his feet carried the male throughout the vast city, a thought frequently crossed Rand's mind that there had to be an easier way of finding an eatery to grab a bite then randomly sniffing in the air. But damned if he could think of any which didn't come with its own hazards which he'd rather avoid, least in his present state of mind. Not that the full moon was completely altering his mood or thought processes, so much as, with his adrenaline pumping the way it was, it occasionally proved difficult for him to relax and thinks matters over as calmly as he'd prefer.

There were others which he'd occasionally pass on the streets, of course. A simple enough task to walk up to one of these folks and inquire about a place to eat. If not this, then at least discover directions which would lead him more promptly toward a place where he could sleep off the rest of the night. Problem being, while the majority of werewolves could control their urges when needed, it didn't stop them from noticeably eying one of another gender as if they were under consideration as a potential mate. Or even one of the same gender, for the matter. And this is without even taking their desire for a good hunt into account.

With the minutes ticking away as he continued on his way, Rand was finding this walking without a clear destination in sight a rather tedious exorcise in futility. And with his body reacting the way it was at the moment, he didn't see himself growing physically tired of it anytime soon. Even the impressive, majestic sight of the enormous structures within the center of Atlantis were, surprisingly, starting to feel rather tedious. Giving off a light sigh of resignation, he started openly seeking out anyone out here at night which could possibly help him out. With directions, he quickly reminded himself.

Perhaps it were the dealings of fate, or a sheer stroke of cosmic timing and coincidence; but the first person which caught his gaze happened to be a jade haired figure which stood down the street of him. Watching her, Rand knew it would have best suited his situation to search out another for help. On any night, or even during the day, he could tell that this one, this alluring beauty, would just as easily catch his wandering eye. Yet, knowing this, he couldn't look away even as he stood in place. Not that her choice in garments were doing Rand any favors in helping him pull his orange eyes away from her frame.

Inwardly, he cursed at himself as he reached a hand up to his head, lowering the goggles over his eyes. They probably caused the lycanthrope to appear rather silly, having such protective eye wear on during night, but they were a habit for him. A slim way of masking how the white orbs in his head would stare, examine, ogle another which he found desirable during a full moon. Trying to ignore the touch of nagging reluctance which remained from his earlier avoidance of the city's citizens during the past half hour, the werecreature finally moved to speak with the woman.

"Pardon me?" He called out while drawing nearer, giving her apt warning of his approach if she hadn't noticed him already, rather then startle the poor thing, "Hey, I'm sorry to be a bother, but could you help a guy out?"

Rand started to cringe slightly over that last bit of his greeting. Especially when he considered how wrongly it could come across if she knew what thoughts, what feelings, were running through his mind and body at the moment. The young werewolf started wishing he owned a thicker pair of goggles, perhaps now more then ever before as his control slipped away momentarily, causing him to lower his head as he studied the woman more closely. They paused when he took notice of her bare feet against the hard floor. Exactly how much, if anything, was she wearing underneath that robe which wrapped itself so attractively around her figure?

Shaking off such questions, he forced his wandering eyes to resume showing this woman some proper respect, or what generally passed as such among more 'civilized' standards of living. Reaching a hand up and scratching lightly at the back of his head, he could feel is nails had once more extended from his fingertips, albeit not as noticeably when compared to earlier.

"Sorry, it's just been a pretty long night already. A very...very long night." Rand tried explaining away his unexpected struggle with a drifting attention span, his words being followed by an amused grunt as he tried once more at getting across what he originally approached her about, "I'm afraid I've found myself incredibly lost during a rather inopportune time for myself. I don't suppose you could point me in the proper direction of somewhere I can grab a bite?"

Letting his eyes wander a little more, he slowly studied her features, how soft her skin appeared, the curves of her delicious looking neck as it stretched down to meet her collarbone. His sense were filled with the sweet scent of her by now. A strange, yet alluring scent. One which, in an odd way, reminded him of the wild. Of the green which surrounded him on those nights where he allowed himself to prowl freely on his own. Strangely, while he could normally resist tempting fate when it related to a yearning intimacy, this added something else onto his growing desire. Not quite where he'd consider it a growth of actual emotional attachment, but certainly deeper then a simple lust of the body.

"Or...maybe you could help me locate a place where I might stay for the night? I'm afraid I'm not carrying much, so it would have to be one which wouldn't cost a great deal." The werecreature added as he gazed at this gorgeous specimen, one whom he hadn't even caught the name of as yet, as he glanced up at the structure she apparently resided within and added with a brief chuckle, "This, for example, is way out of my price range. Still, it must be rather nice inside, I'd imagine?"

Part of this slight turn in conversation toward her own living arrangements were brought about by the repressed desires he couldn't completely keep under wraps; something which he'd likely groan over after this night had passed. At the same time, however, there remained a genuine interest about the structure within his words. Rand was, after all, something of an explorer during his time on this world. Granted, one whose natural curiosity was presently having difficulty in preventing itself from being overruled by his natural, if substantially increased, yearnings.

 

[HookerBoots]

Atlantis was such a busy place, even at night! Nelia leaned against the wall of the building where she was supposed to meet her friends and watched the bustle of people walking past her, as varied and numerous, it seemed, as types of grass. Then she noticed another male heading for her, a familiar glint in his eyes, and she sighed. Not another one.

"Hey, pretty, what's your-"

"You should stop now, before you embarrass yourself." She looked at him, and sighed. "I'm waiting for a group of people. I'm not for sale, I'm not for rent, and you couldn't afford me even if I were." Shaking her head slightly, she winked. "I appreciate the compliment, though. But I'm not up for any one-on-one fun this evening."

He blushed even brighter, nodded once, and walked away quickly. Maybe she shouldn't have worn this dress. The high hem and lacing up the sides seemed to make people think that she was up for . . . things she would have been up for if she didn't have plans already. Her hair covered most of her forehead, hiding the small button where her horn would be if she were in her natural form. But she'd also laced a chain through her hair, with a large red gem at the center, covering it. It wasn't embarassing to have people know she was a unicorn, but many people saw it and were concerned that she had some kind of growth on her head.

The door to her right opened, and she stood up straighter. Finally! Three girls left the building and headed for her. "Nel! Waiting long?"

"Not too long. Three approaches." They all giggled, and headed off, a quartet of young women out to have fun in the most incredible city on the planet.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Gwenyvyre

"It is very nice inside," Gwen nodded easily, gazing at this newcomer with quiet interest. She thought his eyewear was strange, more than a little, for this time of night? But perhaps they were moonglasses, for help seeing in darkness. (Such magickal attire was certainly not unheard-of.)

His foliage was interesting. His hair was silvery... and she did not think this was entirely the effect of the moonlight.

He was lovely in appearance. Beautiful, in the way that males could be beautiful. She decided she would like to wrap him up in her arms and comfort him.

She turned and glanced back up towards the thirtieth floor, to their little place at the corner. She could even make out the bedroom from here, make out the spot where she'd stood in moonlight and nakedness only moments ago.

Her voice lilted like that of a native of Tír-na-n-óg, unsurprising as many Dryads and Naiads of The Verdant were descended from The Sidhe and The Fae. She had no formal schooling, but her accent tended to lend her a little bit of extra elegance.

"It is nice inside, and warm, and close and comforting without being so tight as to be constricting," she continued, before turning her gaze back upon him with a soft little smile.

(If she was aware that she was, in fact, continuing an innuendo, she gave no outward sign. Perhaps she would realise this later and blush with great fire upon her cheeks.)

He made reference to his lack of coin, to his lostness of way, to his need for food...

Gwenyvyre gazed at him for a moment. She wished she could read him as might have Chastity: Chastity's mind's eye could have read him in a moment, deciphered his intentions.

But at the same time?

Her mothers had taught her to be kind, and to think the best of people even when they proved such thoughts otherwise.

Samaria would not exist for a great long while yet, thousands if not billions of years, and it would be longer still before the phrase "Good Samaritan" entered common usage. But Gwen already understood this concept.

She gazed at the fellow's beautiful face, and she nodded easily to him, and beckoned to him as she walked back to the lift's call button and pressed it with an extended finger. The robe flowed around her like liquid vermillion, and it hugged her curves in such a fashion as to confirm her nakedness beneath... either she was naked beneath, or her undergarments were impossibly sheer.

(Though she didn't realise how this might affect the man behind her. She rarely realised such things until they wound up pouncing her... Gwen was often pounced, but she was only rarely offended by this.)

"I can feed you," she murmured. "And I can give you a place to rest. And if you have any other needs, I will do my best to meet those needs. This is how I was raised, you see."

 

[Silver_Identity]

Cain watched in silence as the gorgeous Ambrosia left from the bar counter and he shook his head gently, wondering whether he could refuse her proposal any longer. Soon, his golden eyes left the curvaceous form of Ambrosia to watch as more patrons began to flow into the room and the corners of his lips lifted to form a small yet amused smile. Whenever the gorgeous female was about to perform, there was no doubt that her loyal fans and new patrons who would enter to at least listen to her performance. He couldn't blame them really.

When his senses tingled, he lifted his head and turning his attention to the doorway to find another attractive female walking passed by the bar to head towards the vacant table before the stage. He blinked his eyes once, then twice as his gaze lingered a bit tad longer than he wanted to before turning his eyes away. He could recognize that the attractive female was a halfling, a half demon with a mortal. And he could almost sense her wanting, even her body was sowing signals that she needed it.

Though his trails of thoughts were interrupted when a male voice sounded, the posture of his body stiffen and he turned his head to face the new patron. His senses kicked in and he could almost identity this fellow was another halfling. This bar sure attracted a lot of attention nowadays. But when the male halfling said his order, Cain went back to his duty as he performed well. "Right away, Sir." He replied with a friendly tone and prepared the drinks in a fast speed before placing the orders on the counter before the new male patron. His eyes had wandered as another patron had entered, and he almost tilted his head while he noticed her. Another new face, he mused to himself.

His golden eyes fell upon the payment which was a tad more than the real payment supposed to be but he accepted without any complaints whatsoever. He would just take the extra as tips for himself. "I don't think I see you around before, Sir. Well, if you are looking for some grand performance, you are in the right place," Cain tried to make some conversation; his boss had advised him to do so when it came to working as a bartender in this particular bar.

"The usual singer would be performing very soon.." Cain continued, and on cue, the dark-haired alluring female had went on stage in a tight-fitting and low-cut gown, the gown glimmering with every catch of the light, thus allowing the illusion that her form was glowing. At her arrival, the scent of spices mixed with the scent of alluring roses permeated throughout the room once more. ".. Speaking of the singer. That would be her. She's a beauty, isn't it?" The bartender said and he moved his attention to watch Ambrosia upon stage.

At her appearance, the audience broke into a loud applause and the entrancing female gave a warm smile towards the audience and waved her hand gently before accepting the microphone from the male singer who previously sang before her. When the microphone was handed to her, the audience grew silent and Ambrosia went over to the grand piano which was placed upon the stage, allowing time for the other music members to adjust their own instruments while she seated herself comfortably upon the bench.

"Good evening, everyone.." She started to speak, her voice was just as sensual like everything about her. "I would like to say firstly, that I hope you'll enjoy your time in Eden. I will perform a song for you now." Ambrosia continued and her smile widened gently, before she lifted her hands and her fingertips touched the keys of the piano.

Then she started playing the piano, her fingers moving deftly as she hit each key with precision; the band members followed in suit along with her playing. She begun to sing as her fingers busied themselves with the keys of the piano, playing with the piano and singing the song with her melodious voice.

"He spoke my language in this foreign land
Familiar secrets shared in a sinful bed
Imagination flowing through his ancient hands
He painted just my fantasy in red, bright red

I call him Santa Fe’
Someone to dance with on a rainy day

He will bring me all the empty reasons to be
Sure of what I’m only not so sure about

So can he just be my illusion
That I created with confusion?

He wears a tall top-hat filled with secrets of our souls
He’ll pull them out as he pulls you in through the secret hole

I call him Santa Fe’
Someone to bleed with on this lovely day

He will bring me all the empty reasons to be
Sure of what I’m only not so sure about

Will he take this grand delusion
Add his love to make his own conclusion?

True or false can you feel his pulse?
The warmth he carries really varies
With the name of the game

He will bring me all the empty reasons to be
Sore of what I’m only nt so sure about
In the end it leads to sudden madness when he
Takes these reasons breaths some sanity into them

So can he just be my illusion
I created with confusion
Will he take this grand delusion
Add his love to make his own conclusion."

Her fingers continued to play with the keys, hitting keys as she continued with the catchy tune before finally ending with a strong striking of the keys. Exhaling a slow breath, she listened as the audience exploded into a loud roar of applause after the song was done. And with that applause, her smile widened.

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Azrakel

I looked closer at the bartender as he gathered my order together. Definitely more than human, and quick with my order.

He made some light conversation, then pointed out the main act.

"Yes she is, but I have another beautiful woman waiting on me."

I picked up the two glasses, moisture beading down the bells of the wineglasses. Looking down at the crystal bottle and two small glasses, I concentrated and a small disk of pale green force rode under them, levitating them by my side.

Yeah I was showing off, but why not? Sometimes it pays to be a Magus.


I made my way through the patrons, deftly avoiding the bodies between me and the mystery woman, who was entranced at the vision of beauty on the stage. I finally reached my prey, wine intact in my hand and brandy hovering by my shoulder. I leaned down to whisper in her ear, my warm breath streaming over her neck.

"You didn't think I was not up to the challenge M'Lady. Here I am, and in due time we can discuss the removal of clothing and all that entails. Until then I bring wine and spirits. Let us enjoy this club, then I fully plan to enjoy you."

I sat down next to her, directing the bottle and glasses down onto the table, then taking a sip of my wine, looking into her burning gaze.

"Fifteen minutes M'Lady. Lets see how long you last."


Gods I love a good hunt!

 

[Eazy]

Pretty voice, Rand started musing to himself when he first heard her speak, his eyes studying her emerald lips as they moved in forming words. He could tell she was of mixed descent, as seemed all the more common after many lifetimes worth of mating between the races. Dryad? That much he could piece together, despite the oddity of seeing one of their offspring walking freely on the streets of such a large city; detached from the roots and soil which they were normally found joined with in a beautiful fusion.

Of course, curious as he may have found such a thing, it became little more then an interesting footnote for further consideration at a later time. Watching the female further as she slowly moved her head in a nod, then turning her slender frame in direction of the lift with such a fluid movement which answered his unspoken question about her state of dress, it dawned on him how innocent minded she was on such matters. Or appeared to be, based upon what little interaction he'd had with her since approaching only minutes ago. And here he was starting believe the goggles were simply doing a better job at masking his lustful gaze then he'd originally given them credit.

His feet slowly carried him after her as his sharp ears picked up her soft words, causing his, admittedly, lust induced mind to conjure a few improper thoughts in response. Lingering doubts told him to stop following the woman. Rand knew he would never attempt to force his will on another. At least, he liked to believe such things. Nevertheless, the werecreature knew it would prove nearly impossible for him to avoid an incident. A slip of the tongue. An extended stare. Possibly more, if he found himself lost in his steadily growing infatuation over the girl.

As the lift arrived and the lycanthrope followed his host inside of it, Rand decided that he would kick himself afterward, if such a figurative action proved itself as an adequate recourse.

Shortly after the lift started its ascension, the young male turned toward his host and gave a slight smile in appreciation, "My sincere thanks for your kindness. It's not everyone who would show this level of consideration for anothers plight."

Regardless of how the moon lit night was affecting him on a various number of levels, his words were of a genuine nature. Rand had been through such long nights many times in his life. More then enough for him to know when any positive thoughts or feelings he held toward another being were driven by his hunger and yearnings rather then a true appreciation of the person itself. While he didn't know what she may think of his less positive personality attributes and attitude toward the world, he felt like this woman, this lovely creature, was one which he'd become interested in getting to know better.

"My name's Rand. Rand Oldham, to be more precise." The silver-haired male informed his kind host as he kept his head turned in order to face her, his gaze every so often finding itself out of his complete control as he marveled over the girls exotic beauty.

As if her appearance weren't enough of a temptation, now that they weren't standing outside and in the open, Rand found his senses assaulted more directly by the girls tantalizing scent. Parting his lips slightly, the werecreature felt a growing desire for taking in more then a simple whiff of her sensual figure. Even now, as his eyes again traveled along the curves of her exposed neck, his thoughts dwelled over the notion of leaning in closer and sensually running his lips against the warm skin. Frankly, how he'd been capable of exhibiting such will power where he did little more then stare and let slip the occasional innuendo was something even he began wondering about.

Directing his eyes back at her lovely features, he gazed into her eyes through the tinted shielding of his goggles while admitting with a bit of reluctance, "It really isn't very often a beautiful woman such as yourself would welcome having someone like myself this near them during a full moon. You know, my being a werecreature of the wolf variety and such."

Bit of an awkward way for one to bring up such an issue, but considerably more appropriate then 'just so you know, I'm a part wolf traveler whose been tempted to pounce on you for a good while now'. And while she may have appeared fairly innocent toward the more carnal part of his attention, Rand figured she likely knew enough about his kind to be aware of the moons effect on them. Such a 'warning' only seemed fair, especially now that he felt the lift slowing its speed, signaling it drawing near their destination. Taking this chance for a parting glance through the glass-enclosed device, staring at the city from this towering height, he almost regretted not being able to tear his eyes away from one beautiful sight to enjoy another on their way up. Almost.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Chastity

She felt him follow her. Like building billowing thunderclouds, the barely-fettered hormonal fury of his presence tumbled over the horizon and spilled after her.

She smiled faintly, delightedly, her eyes flaring a little brighter, her pussy pulsing a little wetter.

...champing at the bit, he was.

But he was not the only whispering in her mind's ear.

She wondered where all the noise was coming from. ...she glanced at the bar, at the beautiful blond man behind the bar, talking to Lord Thunderhead. There was potential, there. Peeking 'round the edges. But he had... reluctance about him. And there was something blotting out the full measure of his brightness, like a paper card held up to block the searing of The Sun.

This was a shame.

The last thing Chastity wanted to do was to put anyone in an uncomfortable situation. She wouldn't impose her needfulness on someone... resistant. Then again, if all they needed was a little coaxing to break out of their shell, if they secretly wanted to be freed of their inhibitions?

She would have to visit with that one later. Chat him up. Try to make him smile a little. If she couldn't find a spot for him on her never-ending dance card, she would at least like to see him smile. She thought he might have a lovely smile.

Sharp-eyed, she decided she liked his earrings.

As he fetched drinks for Thunderhead, there came a flare behind her, and almost instinctively she jerked her head around like she'd been stung. Another teleport?

They were coming out of the woodwork tonight and her Yearnings were having a field day, launching this way and that, latching onto casual impulses coming from nearby bar-hoppers, bustling and chatting, it was like a constant swimming static now and her mouth was dry and her pussy was drenched.

She gripped the edge of her chair. Tried to steady herself.

Maybe going out in public hadn't been such a smart move.

But then she saw the creature coming in the door, the blue thing with the unbelievable curves and the golden eyes and those sculpted ears and this was the flare and the sting.

She was beautiful. Nocturnally beautiful.

And for a great long moment, a nigh-infinite eyeblink, Chastity could not take her eyes off of this newcomer.

Chastity's chest heaved, pale and rhythmic, as she tried to find some modicum of steadiness. Out of control could be fun, but this was a little soon. Fifteen minutes... all she needed was fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes to procrastinate and play and ramp things up a bit-- the constant battle between denial and gratification --and maybe, after that sort of payoff, these fucking Yearnings would give her some peace.

(Her racing mad mad magical intuition could sometimes be a boon. But it hardly granted her omniscience and more than that it made her substantially less sane.)

Tearing her eyes away from the blue-skinned beauty, this new aura powerhouse, she turned to the stage and she closed her eyes and she gripped ever tighter the edge of her chair.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the music started and then she opened her eyes...

...and she discovered that this, the musician, the singer, this was the second whisper she'd heard from the street. This other presence.

Oh, but something about her... something about her was soothing.

Yes, she was beautiful, yes, Chas wanted to run her trembling fingers all over the woman's skin. But unlike the others, unlike Thunderhead and the Nocturnal Blue and the golden-haired tender of bar and all the other chittering lusting little things that wandered about in this place... the beauty she found in this singing creature stilled her somewhat.

With a pang, Chas realised why: this singer? She reminded Chastity of Gwen.

(Not unreasonably, Chastity wondered how this could be possible.)

But then Thunderhead returned, breathing promises of carnal relief and enjoyment of the wager, and her spine stiffened and she almost lost the steadiness that she'd found in Ambrosia's voice.

With a quiver, she smirked a substantially less languid smirk at this Lord who called her a Lady, foolish a term as that was.

"I'll admit," she breathed, licking her lips, "our small interval might be a moot point. I very well might spontaneously combust. Or, more appropriately, experience some kinda meltdown. But even if our wager goes awry, I bet you'd still love to be there when it happens."

Swiftly, Chastity plucked one of the wineglasses from the tabletop and sniffed the vintage.

"It's too bad," she murmured, "wine doesn't do a thing for me anymore. Doesn't slake a single one of my thirsts. But just to show that you haven't wasted your platinum..."

She reached out with a fingertip and caught one of the beads of moisture from the surface of the glass... and let this droplet drop down between her breasts, let it trickle through her cleavage. And then she did this again, with a new bead, and again...

Chastity wasn't watching the nobleman. She was watching the singer onstage and was hooting and hollering for her as she sang that jazzy pretty haunting song to its conclusion.

But as the little bits of wetness tumbled down between her breasts, she wondered if the nobleman was still watching her.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Cieri approached the bar, taking a moment to let the music sink in to her ears. Full of emotions, so tender a voice singing it... She cracked a smile, shaking her head. She had taken her fill of emotions for the time being. At the moment, all she cared about was soothing her own wounds.

Wounds? Dissappointment, a better word.

She had trouble with that sometimes. Finding the proper words for what she felt. It was a difficult thing, really. She wasn't used to classifying what she felt. It was usually just- there. Felt angry? Hit something. Felt horny? Fuck something. Felt devious? Go cause havoc. Something beyond those was not worth the effort of debating. Still, it was interesting to see why mortals had such a fascination with exploring their emotions. If someone was bothering you, discuss it out, try to find the reason behind it.

Cieri would have just sent a flame or two up their ass.
Curious things, these mortals. But such wonderful playmates.

Well... most of them. Poor mister Harrsenth. He'd be feeling their events later.
He seemed so eager to make her happy. Let her do damn near anything.

"Absinthe," She blurted out flatly, her eyes meandering the bar as she spoke to the man behind it. "No glass, just.. just give me that."

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Azrakel

OK, was my fifteen minutes up? No. Damn!

Drop by drop I watched the liquid slide down into her top and my desire grew with every trail of wetness that plunged downward.

"Ah lady, you do make waiting hard."

I sipped my glass of wine while watching the woman before me. She was obviously enjoying the music, but also was paying no small bit of attention to me. Pulse was high, temperature was up, and I could smell her arousal as well as feel it. It was panicked, almost as if she was were and the moon was high overhead.

I took another sip and cracked open the brandy, pouring a generous glass for myself. I leaned back, enjoying the music (something strange about her, but I was more focused on my current prey that the singer.) and drinking in the atmosphere.

"So, here we sit talking about bedding each other among other things and I have not given you the courtesy of my name. Azrakel Stormguard, and while wine may not do a thing for you, what you are doing with that glass is definitely affecting me!"


At that I relaxed my inner shields just a bit, let her taste a little of what was within me. I was taught at a very young age how to shield mind and emotion, and how to crack those doors. She was playing a game, as was I. But I play to win!

This one may be even better sport than Astrid was!

 

[ChasNicollette]

Gwenyvyre

"I am Gwenyvyre," she smiled softly at him. "Rand Oldham? I am pleased to acquaint myself with you. You are most welcome... indeed, no thanks are even necessary. So often, the apartment entertains guests for far more frivolous reasons; I am all too glad to do you good for actual, altruistic purposes."

Not for the first time, as she leaned against the glass wall of the lift, not for the first time as she met his gaze-- hidden though it was by his "moonglasses" --she wondered what his eyes looked like. She wondered if they were beautiful eyes, to go with the rest of him.

And then came the confession of his species, his lupine zoanthropy, his lycanthropy. And the admission of potential dread on her part.

But this was bewildering to her, and as the lift bonged and the door opened on the thirtieth floor, her mouth hung open a short ways.

And then she blushed fiercely, and bit the inside of her cheek as she stepped from the lift into the corridor. A werecreature during the full moon could only think of two things. Innocent she somehow remained, but this she knew for fact. A werecreature during the full moon...

As she stood there, in the corridor, gazing back at him over her shoulder with pale green eyes a-glitter, she smiled softly at him.

"I have extended you an offer of comfort," she murmured softly, instructively, whilst somehow not sounding scathing or accusatory or resentful in the slightest, "and yet still quickly you presume me to have prejudice. Do something to frighten me, yes, and I will be frightened of you. But you have done nothing yet of this sort."

She padded away from him down the hall, but she beckoned to him as she walked, she intended for him to follow.

She stopped at the apartment door and she opened it and she heard her plants whisper their approval of her guest.

Gwen smiled at him softly as there in the hallway she shrugged out of her robe, untied it and slipped it from her shoulders and stood there, naked and alluring and enticing and brilliant. Stood there right where he could see her, just outside the apartment door. Her nipples were erect, and the whisp of leaf-green hair upon her pussy was translucent with a touch of dewdrops.

"You presume that I should be scared of you out of some... superstition," she murmured softly, and there came a naughty naughty dangerous flash in her emerald emerald eyes. "But I have known your kith and perhaps your kin. (You would hardly be my first werecreature.) I trust you to not repay my kindness with atrocity. (I trust you to be gentle.)"

And then she walked into the apartment, leaving the door open for him.

 

[Eazy]

His eyes rarely left her figure as she departed from the lift, his own feet gradually listening to his minds order of doing similar, before a hypothetical mishap of some sort could cause the contraption to suddenly whisk him away from her presence. Rand listened as she spoke, her words echoing similar comments made by others he crossed paths with in the past; though Gwenyvyre's own inclination carried none of the aggression or distaste he'd grown accustomed to hearing. Filtering his thoughts hadn't been one of Rand's strong points, and the moon, filling the night sky outside of the structure, helped little in making it easier.

Before he could begin to dwell too greatly upon her choice of words in response of his own comments (as if this night would allow him a chance of focusing on it in the long run), his undivided attention became locked onto his hostess as she stood near the now opened door of her apartment. Parting his lips, he remained silent while taking in every inch of her beauty as it slowly revealed itself to his approving gaze. She was beautiful. So strikingly so, that Rand could barely divert his eyes upward, to meet her own as she spoke once more. He said nothing at the moment, but there was a slow nod of his head in agreement as she turned and walked into the apartment.

Taking his cue from Gwen's words and actions, the werecreature followed soon after, being so bold as to close the door for her apartment after him in order to allow their privacy. Bold as she herself may be in undressing before him, it was clear she had little intention of allowing just anyone a chance of stumbling upon viewing her naked physique. Nor was Rand exactly the exhibitionist type, although, like much else he normally wouldn't take into consideration, such acts were increasingly tempting during a full moon.

Allowing himself a few moments for taking in Gwen's choice in apartment decorating as he followed her lead, with the amount of plants being amongst that which captured his attention immediately, he broke his temporary silence, "Lovely place you have, Gwenyvyre. I'm especially fond of the amount of foliage you have in here. Out in the wild, away from the usual standards of more civilized living, is the only time I can come anywhere close to allowing myself complete freedom during a full moon. I suppose it's because of this that I tend to have a particular fondness for plants."

Due to having both familiarized himself enough with their present location for now and an inability of keeping his eyes away any longer, Rand soon resumed giving Gwen his complete attention. The werecreature let himself soak up her exotic appearance as slowly, frustratingly slowly far as he was concerned, he walked closer to this woman of a mixed breeding which gave birth to such an intoxicating beauty. The silver haired male stood but a short distance of her. Close enough where he could take in her scent, but with enough room for further enjoying her sensual features.

"You know, I don't normally allow myself the luxury of giving into those yearnings. Or even trying to act upon them." He admitted with only a touch of reluctance on his part, almost as if he were concerned of her thinking anything less of him, despite their short amount of time as acquaintances, "It usually leads to problems or regrets afterward. With you, however?"

Rand paused for a short while, reaching a hand up and letting his fingers grasp onto his goggles before sliding them up, allowing his orange eyes their first chance of truly seeing her without hindrance as he finished, "I'm not sure why, but I don't feel that same uncertainty about giving into the night with you. Even if it's only for a single night shared by two souls whom happened to come across each others path by means of fate or a simple coincidence."

Stretching a hand toward his hostess, he carefully placed his fingertips against her soft flesh, remaining cautious of not allowing his slightly extended nails a chance of scratching this perfect complexion. Even this simple act, this physical connection between them, was adequate in heightening Rand's already significant level of pure lust and desire for this woman. His fingertips trailed lower, sliding around the curves which he came across as they slipped under her jaw line. Lower still, they traced along the tender skin of her neck. The very neck he'd been fighting back an ever increasing need for tasting back on the lift.

As his hand moved lower, running along the curve of where her neck met the shoulder, Rand locked eyes with her once more; allowing her another glimpse into the burning desire for her which were hinted at within them. Her guest did this, and then he slowly took a step closer before leaning forward, tilting his head with clear intentions of using his lips for further exploring the female. Letting his hand gently rub at the back of her shoulder, the werecreature parted his lips and gave a small, almost teasing brush of his tongue against the curve of her neck. His breath ran warmly against her skin as he licked a larger trail, letting her feel it against the moist, cooling patch of flesh.

Rand started kissing against her skin now, his cheek almost resting upon her shoulder as he tasted and teased at different portions of her neck. Soon, he even went so far as to let his teeth occasionally nip against Gwen's skin. Not so hard where it would cause pain or even be considered rough; but certainly enough where he knew she'd feel them. All the while he carefully went about tasting and exploring her with his lips, the werewolves hands wrapped themselves slowly around her waist. Surprisingly, he found enough willpower for drawing most of his claws back in before letting his nails gently glide along the curves of her back.

Somehow pulling his lips away from her neck, but only after delivering a few parting kisses against her skin, Rand pulled back just enough for meeting her gaze as he spoke, "I promise you that I'll never purposely do anything which would harm or cause you discomfort. But let me know if I start doing anything you dislike?"

In all likelihood, she would have done as such even without his asking it of her. Still, it was a matter which he felt needed addressing, even now as his hands carefully slid lower down her naked back, before gently cupping her firm cheeks in his strong hands. Both of them would then slip around to Gwen's sides, letting his nails gently flick against her ribs as they slowly, teasingly, rubbed up and down along her slender frame. This much Rand could control without an excessive amount of effort. However, they both would have a ways to go before this was finished, as the growing bulge which strained with considerable discomfort against his pants was constantly reminding him.