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Location: The Crimson Hawk Hotel Time: Pre-Dawn

"Hhhggnn... What is it?"

The eleven woman's voice asked sleepily as she stirred from her sleep. Vahn had gotten out of bed, and there was a cool breeze mixing with the lingering residual heat of where he had been laying next to her; a sudden void against the line of her body that caused a shiver to run through her as it danced over her bare flesh. Sitting up, long crimson hair spilled over her figure like a curtain, gleaming in the fading moonlight. Her ivory skin almost luminescent in the darkness.

She could tell that her husband was agitated; No. Agitated was an understatement. He was angry-- but also worried. Something or someone had him worked up into a near frantic state. The heat rolling off his body with his rising emotions was filling the room. To most anyone else it would have been staggering.

"Vahn."

She spoke calmly. Her voice ringing through the darkness and swirling heat like a crystalline bell.

She rose from the bed, padding barefoot across the room to where Vahn was pacing, staring at his cell phone like he was going to crush it in his palm. Placing one hand on either side of his face, she drew his gaze to her, her piercing golden eyes staring into his single yellowed eye. She reached out to him both physically and metaphysically, pouring reassurance and a stabilizing calm through the bond that bound them to one another.

"Maximos."

She said. Not a question, a fact. She could feel the answer as clearly as if she'd spoken her unvoiced question.

She could feel him struggling to understand the situation unfolding, and the very real fear of the consequences it could lead to. He wanted to--

"Go."

She said smiling up into his anxious face. "I'll take care of things here, and let Silver know. We'll meet up with you after."

Location: Moonblade Manor - The Gardens Time: 10:20-ish am

Between getting things squared away back at the hotel and traveling to Durem from Latent, it was already late morning when The Dancing Flame arrived at Moonblade Manor. As an elf, and a great connoisseur of nature and all her beauty, she was both delighted and abhorred by the setting of their next stage.

She longed to simply stroll through the estates appreciating the work of the gardeners and the mystical and enchanting blooms-- but instead they would desecrate such splendor with their visceral conflicts. It hung heavy on her heart to think that such beauty would be so thoughtlessly trampled.

And so with a heavy sigh, she crossed through the towering gates of the property and entered the maze that had long since sprung up with the arrival of at least half their team, and likely members of the opposing team as well.

She wondered what had come of Maximos and Vahn-- had Vahn been able to reach him in time? And beyond that, who and what awaited her in the labyrinth of hedges?

The crimson haired woman felt him stiffen and a satisfied smirk unfurled across her lush lips. A twisted peel of laughter, somehow audible over the din of the club escaped her throat and would wash over Silver with an almost scalding sensation, as her grip on his hand only tightened and she pulled him to heel.



In the strobe lit darkness, the slow turn of her head would be emphasized. The flashes of light catching the dark scrawling markings on her pale cheeks first-- streaks of obsidian twining through silken ruby strands of hair. A hint of fangs in that wicked smile. Those yellowed eyes seemed to glow an eerie gold as if lit from within, backlighting the cat-slit shapes of her pupils. A long line of her body visible through the fur coat, revealed that she wasn't clad in her usual battle armour-- if she was wearing much of anything really. Her skin was a beautiful, but fearfully telling canvas of tribal markings. And Silver would know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he had placed himself into the hands of Ra'kar rather than his trusted Nee-san Sierra.

She looked at him as if she might eat him on the spot as she purred a reply.

"But of course, Otouto."

The word that held so much tenderness when spoken by Sierra, seemed distorted and tinged with dark promises.

She moved quickly, her tail replacing the grip on his wrist, and her hands reaching up to either side of his face. It might have looked as if she intended to kiss him, as her face loomed dangerously close to his. But instead the blindfold was produced from one of her hands. Silver might have felt a sense of relief-- only to have it cut short by the sharp bite of cloth as Ra'kar secured it around his mouth as a gag, rather than the hoped for blindfold.

She traced a finger along his cheek before reaching around the back of his head and grabbing a firm handful of hair, yanking his head down to her at a sharp angle and and turning him to get a better vantage of the wicked splendor the club had to offer.

One nail on her free hand extended into a sharpened talon, and she drew it in a quick line down Silver's front, causing buttons to fly free from their constraints, and the dress shirt to flutter open, revealing bare flesh. Simultaneously there would be the sharp sting of split flesh as crimson welled up in stark contrast to his pale flesh, that sweet copper scent filling the air as blood ran down his chest in a delicate rivulet. Was Silver imagining it, or did he suddenly sense multiple hungry gazes focused on him?

Ra'kar's own gaze scanned the crowd and settled on a pink haired succubus. Catching her eye, she made a small nod for her to follow as the Demoness led Silver deeper into the Cloistered Oyster.

She contemplated the privacy of a VIP room, but opted for the additional horror and shock factor of having her prey played with in open sight. It meant nothing to her, but knew that it would heighten the horror for the boy infinitely. Unable to escape the sights that greeted him in this place, and to become part of the spectacle.

With that thought in mind, she would push Silver down onto a chair as the other woman drew close.







The demoness had only one man at her beck currently, Vahn and Maximos were both on premises but not in the common area of the club. She could feel Vahn clearly, and she felt a familiar enough energy she recognized as Maximos, though they hadn't been acquaintances for long, the woman had taken a shine to the shadow. On certain matters, they were somewhat like-minded and she appreciated that about him; As much as she appreciated anyone really.



Ra'kar arched one shapely brow at him bemusedly. The blusterous being before her-- some might be overwhelmed by the depthless sense of old magic. To the elven demoness however, he was merely magic. And she wasn't sure what earned him the bravado in which he presented himself, but she would so enjoy finding out.

Lush lips formed a small 'o' of surprise at his bold claim.

She smiled and rose gracefully to her feet from where she had been lounging only briefly, relishing in her teammate's predicament. Her doll-like face framed by the heavy dark fur coat she was wearing, obscuring her figure for the moment. The obsidian markings that scrawled heavily across her cheeks; a mirrored bracket beneath her golden eyes which were fixed on him curiously.

"A boulder, truly?" She nodded thoughtfully and then shrugged with quirk of her lips, revealing a hint of fang as she smiled.

"It sounds like you did them a favour then. Rocks are such terrible dead weight."

Ra'kar had little care for the who was who of Glacier years passed. But a little blood sport here and now? Now that was relevant to her interests.

"My teammate here is a bit pre-occupied at the moment. This is a sort of right of passage for him if you will, and it would be a shame to interrupt the experience so soon. And the others are not with us. So if you have no complaints, I am Ra'kar'shei'lian, and I will play with you, Misterrrrrr---- I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."

There was the motorized purr of an engine as a limo pulled up to the 'Cloistered Oyster'. The driver exited, walking around to the back door and with a shaking hand, opened it. He seemed pale; his skin clammy as if he was sweating. His eyes were a touch skittish as they met the golden gaze waiting for him in the back seat. A woman with pointed ears and long crimson hair stepped out, long legs leading her exit from the vehicle. As she stood, she drew a heavy fur coat around her shoulders and took a breath.

There was the thudding pulse of bass making it out into the street from the club inside. Neon flashed brightly against the blacked out windows. One promising MONSTER GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! After all, this WAS Gaia. And while humans were standard fare, most any "respectable" adult establishment knew to cater to a wider and more inclusive variety and tastes and species. The sign earned a quirk of crimson lips before she turned around and ducked her inside the limo.

"Ohhhhh Otouto! We're here!! You're going to LOVE this. It'll be unforgettable, I promise!~"

Reaching her hand out, she would catch hold of one Silver Alexander's hand and draw him out of the darkness of the vehicle.

"Mind your head!! And don't take your blindfold off juuuuuusssst yet!"

She said with a practiced and indistinguishable energetic tone. Sure enough, as the man would emerge, his pale complexion and trademark silver locks would be marred by a dark blindfold. Being sure to carefully guide her blind charge, she would lead him from the vehicle up to the doors of the establishment where two big bouncers waited with their hands clasped in front of them.

"Hold up a second there beautiful--"

The other bouncer drew her coat open and couldn't help but let out a small gasp as his gaze travelled down and then back up. Whatever he saw as his eyes met hers; he quickly unhanded her; letting the fur drape back into place.

He gulped and then gestured behind her. "What about him?"

She reached an arm around Silver, drawing him into her and replying, "He's with me, it's his first time."

That earned her a couple of low and throaty chuckles. Even as she could feel Silver shifting uncomfortably next to her.

"Have a wonderful time, both of you." The other man said, as he opened the door with an all knowing smile. Music poured out into the street and filled the air around them, as if it was inviting them in.

"Oh--" She said, taking her companion by the hand once more and striding past the two men, into the club. "we will."

As the door closed behind them, the two men looked at each other.

"Wasn't that--"

"Yeah. Yeah it was. You're lucky you still have a hand, man."

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Inside, aside from the stages, the club was dimly lit. Only pulsing strobe lights and playful colored laser lights that danced over the crowd, punctuated the darkness and made their movements shiver through the air. You could make out snatches of detail between flashes of light. Women writhing sensually on poles, spectators, both men and women dressed for the club bodies mixing together in a sea of sweat and sex as the the atmosphere was clearly one of base desires.

It was at this moment that the woman stepped behind her companion, pressing her body against his back and reaching her arms up and removing the blindfold.

Before he could turn to face her, she had him by the hand again, and started moving forward, pulling him through the crowd, weaving her way through the press of bodies. Long hair, and her back shielding her face from view.

arrow || The World of Auln'th || The Royal City; Private Quarters

The woman hurriedly shed her clothing, slipping instead into the dusty garments she had so lovingly pulled from their hiding spot. She pulled each article of cloth and leather into place with could only be described as reverence as she secured them. When everything was in place, she looked in a long mirror with a satisfied quirk of her lips. They weren't fancy. They weren't worth much coin. But for her, they carried with them a priceless history; Her story. It was a hodgepodge; Each mended tear. Each patch. The leather that had been stiff and a bit rough against her skin, but had long since been worn into a soft and comfortable suppleness from so much use. Spots that had grown darker than their original colour from repeatedly being drenched in blood. Hers. Her enemies. For years she had traveled with no real place, and these clothes had been the closet thing she'd had to a sense of home in these foreign worlds. Bits and pieces had been replaced and modified, added to as they wore out beyond repair. Not everything was original to when she'd first embarked on her journey, but that just added to her tale.

The skin that they covered too-- was a similar mess of roughly stitched patch jobs. Some better than others, as her skill with sewing her own wounds shut, and blending shadow and flesh had improved over time. Though she was nowhere near the level of perfection and skill as the one who had first given her this shadow shell. In comparison her work would look like a child's clay art held up against a great master sculpture. But she was on her own. And had to rely only on the skills she possessed to survive. And survive she had.

She allowed herself the brief moment of reverie before turning away from her reflection, she picked up a satchel and busied herself with wrapping up some specific items from the pile she had pulled up from the floor boards. Picking through each thing it either went into her bag, or was set in the middle of the room. When she was done, she stood and stared at the pile intensely.

"Something is missing--"

She looked around the room, and her eyes came once more to the gown and the invitation. And she smiled darkly, "Oh yes."

Crossing the room she stuffed the invitation into her bag, and tossed the gown atop the heap.

"There!" She said with a satisfied nod.

And spread her hands wide. Purple flames leapt from her finger tips, and blazed to life amidst the pile in the center of the room, before spreading outward rapidly. She would leave no trace, only ash where she had been.

She picked up the Brothers and slid them into their sheaths on her back. She watched a moment as flame raced up the bookshelf. The room filling with smoke-- She plucked a cloak from it's peg just before the flames could catch it, throwing it over her shoulders before walking out of the house and shutting the door behind her forever; and swiftly vanishing into the holiday crowd.

*leaves some love for the thread* heart

Too cute!

BUMP heart 4laugh

That aside, how are you this evening?

I don't know if I missed your comment about not doing OC's or if it was added after... But I have some avi's based off of my OC; like this one: Would that be acceptable?



It's my current minus the mini wings. It's hard to see, but she has elven ears <3

*fluffs the thread* heart

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Ahhh! Thank you so much!! Your avi is lovely btw! ^_^

Ahaha, these are too cute!! Your cheebs are super cute! If you would kindly consider my OC's?

Sierra

Ra'kar

Reiyvian: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

Shin: [x] [x] [x]

Teira: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

And I'll include my Hubby's OC as well as the OC's of two of my friends for your consideration as well. <3

Vahn

Silver

Maximos

Thank you for your consideration! >w< heart

Can I ask, what is the item equipped behind the head of your avi? :3

Besides sketching, how are you tonight? ^_^