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Post by libellule on Feb 7, 2011 2:05:57 GMT -6
Danalli found such bliss in the way he complimented her. His kisses were so lovely on her, she closed her eyes against his touch. She found herself on her back again, which she personally enjoyed. His lips were on her body again and the quakes and shivers could only be noted as a natural response to him. Something seemed to surge her as her eyes glinted in such an unusual… powerful way. She could only lock them with Zanen and feel her breath shudder as a delicate sweet smile formed, her eyes reading completely different…
He loved it when she played ‘vicious’ with him… Oh she would play.
‘You’re such a god, shadowed monster… you barely belong in this world…’
It coasted down her spine as his hand teased the soft skin of her leg, going only higher. It wove through her limbs and it was so beautifully mind numbing she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. She couldn’t decipher between the lust and those familiar zaps… It all felt too good together. Her ‘defense’. She was in no danger that was surely certain. Danalli even chuckled aloud at the hilarity of her thought, her pearly teeth glinting in the soft sunlight. It usually sucked her, voided her of anything but breathing. It usually fought against her as if it wasn’t a part of her soul. This hidden power loved to play roleplay, hide and seek as well, and change its true nature so many times…
But this time it was promising her to be a strong ally. Why would she turn it away? She could play just this once… Danalli proposed that if it worked with her this time how could it possibly weigh her down. She remembered that moment for a split second when she felt it possess her and forced her to move to him, to Zanen, as his body blocked her. Danalli remembered her eyes opening and staring in face of death in the form of two soon to be blood-drenched creatures. Ciel and Asina…
She remembered… craving to destroy them and their soon to be flattened threats.
She could only focus on them and her focus was terrifying... Their crimson eyes only fueled her unnatural urge to protect, to justify, and to defend. She remembered wanting to prove her mistake was learned and justifying her place once again with a stolen limb.
It was adrenaline that surged her veins and it was resurfacing want that made her heart flutter at the heat of his hand. Oh yes. She came back from her ‘inspiring’ thoughts, her eyes still on her lover, as she let those zaps settle over her. A tongue moistened her lips seductively.
He was most perfect being she’d ever laid eyes on.
“Mm,” she crooned softly, his mouth at her neck as she turned her mouth to bite his, “It seems you want purple to stay on my skin forever, darling…” Something strange was buzzing on her vocal chords.
Her back arched softly as his hand massaged her thigh, the subdued pleasure fighting to be released again as it ghosted against her nerves. Danalli tossed her head to the side, her hands already fists in the sheets again, her neckline vulnerable to her predator.
Let him come…
“Prisoner to a monster…” she purred with such a devious persona, her chocolate eyes glistening brightly as they watched him from the corners of her vision, “…or a thing of beauty in the streets.” She wasn’t very fast to his senses, nor was her ally anywhere near his level of expertise.
But. She did have the element of surprise… His chin was in the grasp of her thumb and finger in a second as she sat up right, the space so small between their lips. It was a jolt she allowed her ally to release from her buzzing skin against his flesh. A playful snap that would give her such a strange look from him she would thoroughly enjoy.
“I’m insulted, demon,” she spoke playfully, acting plainly, “Surely you already know… “ Her lips brushed up his cheek, scalding his skin as she found his ear, the soft buzz of her power brushing against him. She spoke breathlessly against it. “…Exactly what I want.”
The surge made her feel so alive. Danalli could only imagine what a power like Zanen’s made him feel like. The strength, the invincibility, and the way it felt in your veins. This unknown force could consume her or maybe…
maybe it already had.
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Post by Willow on Feb 14, 2011 23:52:14 GMT -6
Perfect balance was a thing almost impossible to attain, but the twining of he and Danalli was just that. She was his Light. It was something he had told her before, murmured to her in awe while she slept or crooned to her while they were making love. It was one of the first things he said to her when he first saw her for who she truly was to him, that morning that the sun awoke his heart for the first time in a thousand years.
Even to those who had lived for what seemed like forever, a thousand years was a long time. He had forgotten what it felt like to have another heart beating against his own, had forgotten what Art felt like when it flowed between two raves. Then Danalli had stood with him as the sun broke over the horizon and everything had come back into focus again. It was like being alive for the first time in too long. She gave him his breath back, and she continued to invigorate him every moment of every day. They matched, like they were made for each other. It was a wonder and he wasn’t ashamed to indulge in it.
Oh, and there was so much more to her than met the eye.
A little smirk twisted over his lips as he felt little zaps of a golden power that stirred within her like some great feline rising from its nap in all of the excitement, wanting in on the fun. It was that same power that filled her whenever they were plummeted into a high-stress situation, and occasionally when she was just experiencing high emotion. The phenomenon had been happening more and more frequently, as if it was preparing for something that was coming. This power intrigued him, and he had definitely done his own research but had found little on the matter. Asina seemed to know something about it, but every time he had asked her she had somehow either distracted him from the topic or brushed him off.
But he had grown familiar with the electric caress of that power that dwelled within his dearest heart. The touch of it against his skin excited him, pulled a long and rumbling growl from his chest as he nibbled again at her neck.
“Mm,” he murmured against his claim on her neck, “it is a beautiful color on you darling.” He gave a dark chuckle and nipped at the healing wound of his mark. So beautiful, so delicious. It would become a permanent scar to show anyone who dared look to closely that she belonged to someone. Someone powerful and who would have no qualms with tearing roaming eyes from their sockets and following through to remove anything else that drifted inappropriately in his mate’s direction.
After all, one does not mess with a demon’s mate. Demons were as notorious lovers as they were savage killers. They followed their impulses and their most carnal desires. However, when they found someone to mark as their mate they became very strictly monogamous. Possessively, obsessively so.
Violet eyes drank in the arch of her body beneath his as she reacted to the touch of his hand moving up her thigh. She gripped the sheets, her head tossed to the side to reveal the delicious line of her slender neck. Mm. He was so hungry for her. Starving.
Then she moved suddenly and was sitting up, pressing their bodies together as she took his chin between her thumb and finger. A zap of power jumped from her lips to his, making his eyebrows shoot up even as those lips electrified a path with power over his cheek and up to his ear.
‘Surely you already know… exactly what I want.”
The chuckle that danced from his lips to her ear was low and dark in demeanor. Then he had her on her back again. It was one smooth motion, and it put him inside of her. Such a smooth, natural motion, like he was sliding home to where he belonged. His hands roved up her body, mapping it by sense of touch alone. The touch was light but as his fingers reached her arms they formed a grip that gradually tightened until he was pinning her wrists to the bed. Only then did he begin to move. Long, powerful thrusts that were no less hard and furious because they were slower and more sure. Precise.
“Now tell me what I want,” he crooned into her ear. “You know what I want to hear you say. Right now, Pretty. Tell me what I want to hear.”
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Post by libellule on Feb 18, 2011 1:36:34 GMT -6
It brought shivers up her spine and soaked her body in this… indescribable emotion. This devilish chuckle of his melted her bold stance, melted her feisty attitude. It extinguished her playful role as ‘vicious’ in a heartbeat. She couldn’t help but succumb to him. He deserved to reign over her, dominate her, and love her. He loved to lap up her submission; it was his nature.
It made her hum a moan through her closed lips as her eyes fluttered closed. His breath trickled down her skin and brought the hairs to stand straight up. His blankets and sheets doused her in the smell of him; they intoxicated her as he loomed over her. Her eyes were hazy with an awoken lust; the small sparks of her electric power tingling down her once again heated skin.
And then his hips met hers once again. Her mouth opened to release a soft breath and a shuddering sigh. He was all around her, her beautiful, beautiful guardian. Hers forever. Her back arched against him. His breath was in her ear, hot and torturous. Danalli could barely remember to breath as he started to thrust into her, so blinded by the passion he gave her. Those sure, delicious drives. She quaked against him as he filled her, her hands restrained by his. Gods he was undeniable, he was perfect. Zanen was always precise. She released a luscious moan as he hit a sweet spot. Gods she could stay in his bed all day long.
“You know what I want to hear you say. Right now, Pretty. Tell me what I want to hear.”
His instinctual desire for her was something that brought a flush to her cheeks. It seemed that she could never go for much time without him or his shadows near her. She had to feel him, touch him, smell him. She was almost as possessive of him as he was of her. The hostility that would snarl deep in her heart if she caught a fancied glance in his dark direction. No one could see the demon she saw. No one. He was hers.
“Oh Shadow,” she moaned hotly to him, “I’m yours. Only yours.”
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Post by Willow on Feb 18, 2011 2:07:51 GMT -6
’Oh Shadow, I’m yours. Only yours.’
A sly smirk slipped across Zanen’s lips as he adjusted the swaths of fabric that he used to cover his face. Danalli. His Light. Oh his beautiful Light. Just the thought of her and the way she so easily moved against him brought the heat back. It shimmied to the surface, slinking along and trying to push past his iron reserve. It wanted to consume him again, filling him with all of the barbaric impulses his kind were prone to. He wanted to stop what he was doing right now, turn around, and take her against the wall until she screamed his name in ecstasy. Again.
So badly he wanted to feel her bare skin shudder under his touch as she succumbed to him, submitted to him. She was his prize, his treasure, and demons were known hoarders of their treasure. For some that treasure was an assortment of trophies from their kills, for some it was gold or some kind of wealth. Others found something else, something with a beating heart and a silken voice, to claim as their true treasure.
Danalli was his. He was obsessed as only a demon could be.
Just the thought brought another smirk to his face and he shook his head while fastening the last of his mask in place. No, it would do no good at this point to tear off their clothing again and get them all messy. He wanted to take her out, show off the colorful plume of possession he had branded her with. That glorious mark. Mm. It was forming into a nice scar thanks to his careful tending. His attentions to it were making sure that the wound healed in such a way that it would not heal perfectly and would leave a definite mark. One that would remain as long as that part of her skin was not removed, something he would never let happen. After all, his Seal was on her and the moment there was danger he would know, and he would be there.
“Are you ready, Danalli?” he asked over his shoulder as he secured the last of his weapons and checked the fastening of his mask in the mirror. He looked into his own violet eyes, the only part of him visible throught eh black cloth, and gave a nod of approval.
All was set. Time for the fun part.
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Post by libellule on Feb 18, 2011 2:50:26 GMT -6
Danalli leaned against the tiled wall as the water poured over her bare skin, her aching muscles silencing instantly. Her palm held tight to that place on her neck, that beautiful place. Her fingers toyed with the mark, a proud, loving smile blooming over her features as the bump reminded her of him. Her mate, Zanen. She closed her eyes against the liquid massage as she tilted her head back. The feel of him against her and the way his bare body felt in her hands. She almost didn’t want to leave the boundaries of his mattress either… But there always was the night and the next morning and that night and on and on. She bit her lip against the shuddering moan. All of this promised pleasure…
How could anything possible get better for her?
A dizzy spell roved over her, as if on queue, as she placed the foot she was leaning on to steady herself, her vision swirling. It passed as quickly as it had come, however, though she leaned both hands on the tile, not convinced. With a frown, she breathed slowly as she turned the hot water off. “Must’ve been the heat,” Danalli murmured to herself softly, completely stable once more. She took a step and smiled, satisfied and assured that she was just fine.
As she toweled herself off and wrung her mop of hair dry, she sauntered bare and naked out into the bedroom. A stray finger dragged a soft scratch down the back of her lover’s neck as she past him. She was almost tempted to pounce on him once more. Peh who was she kidding? She was always tempted to pounce on him. He was so damn delicious to look at… even with all of that black.
She decided her injury had been healed and left the salve and bandage off of her entirely. She even stretched, her arms far above her head as if to silently stick her tongue out at him and prove it, before popping her foot cutely. Ok… so there was a twinge of stiffness, but still… He wasn’t getting anywhere near her with it.
She giggled at her silent joke, pulling her soft lavender garb on once more. She really couldn’t help it. He had unknowingly given her a brand new favorite color. The cropped corset formed perfectly to her and those soft non-too loose gypsy pants held her hips just perfectly. She laced up her boots over them.
She pulled her hair and braids up with her leather bind and looked at herself in the mirror as she crossed her arms over her chest, winking at herself proudly. Then she wrapped her arms around his armoured chest, her chin resting on it, locking chocolate with ghost amethyst.
Then they drifted back to the mangled sheets and blankets of his bed, a sparkle dancing in them. Later… “Yes,” she hummed, her half-lidded eyes back on him as she lifted her lips to his covered ones. She couldn't wait to see those faces.
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Post by Willow on Feb 18, 2011 17:48:32 GMT -6
There was something enchanting about watching her dress. It was a simple thing, to be sure, but it was a luxury and a privilege he indulged in whenever he could. Perhaps it was because he knew that he was the only one who knew what the skin beneath the light fabric tasted like, or because he knew the contours of her shape and what it felt like to slip his hands beneath her clothes and take them off of her.
Mm. Not to be mistaken, he did think that she was beautiful in her lavender outfit, but he was of the opinion that she looked much better naked. Then there was nothing to hide her glory from him. Of course, he didn’t want anyone /else/ seeing her glory. That was for his eyes and his alone.
When she came over to him his arm went easily around her waist to pull her closer. The cloth of his mask served as a thin barrier to their kiss, but he still smiled for it. “Mm, Danalli, you really should have rebandaged yourself, or let me do it for you. There’s no reason for you not to unless it’s completely healed.” He leaned in and inhaled her scent, “Which I can tell you are not.” He let a hand brush over the top of her head, pressing his veiled lips to her forehead before opening the door and gesturing for her to head out. “If it starts to hurt, let me know right away.”
They passed through the hall and out of the palace, the guards on the way all averting their eyes from Danalli lest their friendly greetings be taken as a challenge to his possession. With the mark so new, all other men would be best to keep themselves on their best behavior, but once it settled into the scar she would forever bare things should be able to go back to normal. Well, mostly. The other men of the palace, at least, would still be much more on guard around their commander when his lady was also present. After all, even if they weren’t demons themselves they had most definitely served under Zanen and Asina long enough to know to tread lightly around a demon’s obsession.
The real fun, however, started when they reached the marketplace. At first, no one seemed to notice anything different. After all, it wasn’t that odd, especially recently, for Zanen to be seen escorting Danalli into the marketplace. She was valued by Asina and thus was guarded whenever she went out (whether she was aware of it or not). It wasn’t long, though, before a few of the closer and more powerful demons picked up the scent. A full-blood rampant lifted his head and his nostrils flared before he let out a low hiss and backed away, greatly confusing the Delavis merchant he had been bartering with.
Zanen’s posture was haughty and proud, his chest out and his head up, a smirk hidden behind his veils that still showed quite clearly in his violet eyes.
“Mm, didn’t you say you wanted to go shopping?” he crooned darkly to her, very much enjoying this. Ah, and it had only just begun. He couldn’t wait for one of her many admirers to show up.
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Post by libellule on Mar 15, 2011 15:23:57 GMT -6
Oh the market was so lively and wonderful. It was her favorite place to be.
The sun was warm and glistened her skin to lifelike encrusted diamonds. She felt an extra boost of energy thrive in her soul, as she closed her eyes the sun’s rays seemed to soak bits of their energy into her. “Oh Baelli,” she hummed in a beautiful excited voice, noting the change, the gift, “You are just as playful today…” It seemed her goddess had approved of her actions and even more so of Zanen’s love. A ghostly giggle danced in her ear as a heated caress brushed across her arm, yet no one but Zanen was close enough to her to do so. It seemed to answer her bold thoughts even more. Her goddess was incredibly happy with her. Danalli’s eyes looked up to his smug ones, her beautiful smile fueling their mischief as her eyes twinkled her own pride. The gasps and jaw drops were lost to her as she took in his persona. He never displayed his emotions, except his vicious ones. Zanen was ferocious and it was known across the lands he would kill and decimate just to do so. He was snakelike, his body was usually appropriately guarded and always offensive. His body was still offensive; arrogantly so; he just seemed to be basking in the fact that if anyone dared to challenge his possession he would make the most glorious example out of them. One that would not be forgotten for centuries.
Danalli was never one for the center of attention, but there was something stirring in her that was excited to watch the display of emotions change from oblivious to jealous on the faces of the women as the men forced their averted eyes from her goddess gifted beauty and her purple mark as her chin inclined the slightest. Then she saw the wistful hopeful looks that were tossed in Zanen’s direction ignoring her…
She felt her eyes narrow as a shimmer of golden lightning zapped visibly around her clenched fists. Oh she would make an example of her own. Free to touch him, free to display her affection, free to do everything no one else could to him in public or anywhere for that matter, a sexy chuckle rolled in a purr off of her tongue. She slid a hand up his armored chest and up around his thick neck, nails gripping tightly into his covered skin. She closed any gap between them, flipping her ponytail out of the way of her neckline, exalting the beauty of the lavender that painted her skin, the vicious, powerful gashes in plain view. The stifled breaths made her grin turn a tich sadistic… Danalli turned in her lustful caress with Zanen’s strong arms around her, her back on his chest and her cheek resting against his swathed chin, her hand cupping the other side of it. Her own possession boldly, almost viciously, defended.
You wish…
She saw herself in the eyes of the startled women, who immediately tended to what they were doing before they assumed they could wish for impossibilities… She saw exactly what she was titled in their thoughts.
An incandescent beauty, who held the heart of a dragon.
“You’re right, my love,” she purred, her gaze still making them squirm as she took a few steps away from Zanen and began to walk with a boastful grace, “I did indeed.” She couldn’t let them assume she would step aside for anything when it came to her demon. She didn’t slip past the crowd this time to get through them.
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The air was tense even though the music and liveliness was still in full swing. It seemed to lessen over the amount of time they were in public and with Danalli’s sweetness when she wasn’t being challenged. Danalli stopped in to say hello to Della, who had a sweet smile of happiness and warm wishes.
As they passed a boisterous tavern a large soldier, stumbled out in front of her, making her stop a few feet before him, his platoon laughing at him from the door frame, they’d obviously pushed him out. His drunken eyes were dazed as he looked up to her from his position on the ground before her. Danalli eyed him quizzically as his gaze took in her appearance, feet to face. A spark of attraction waved across his face as he stood, his height, barely taller than Zanen, who apparently was not noticed behind her... Danalli took a soft step back, her heart beginning to race feeling a surge behind her. Zanen.
He was about to open his mouth and seal his fate when a flash of dark violet feathers blurred in front of him. A lithe, yet tall, armored figure had gripped his wrist and pulled him off his feet with such force. He tumbled to his back before Zanen could even rectify his fatal mistake.
“Sit down, you drunken barbaric /IDIOT…/”
It was a statement dripping with seething rage as Danalli finally recognized the unfurled violet feathers of the young Nighthawk, High Captain Rilli Nightwing. The soldier’s quizzical gaze turned into a white gaze as his drunken stupor managed to focus on the General behind the woman of his attraction and the purple on her neck. His Commanding General. The other soldiers had fallen silent as their captain glared hostilely in their direction. They were the reason for this predicament
“You /all/ have a death wish. Get to the barracks, the lot of you before I skin you alive early,” her whispered tone was so full of anger and annoyance she barely had to speak it audibly. They didn’t have to be told one decibel louder as they left their drinks and filed out without so much of a breath of sound. She dropped to a knee, her arm crossed over her chest. The young soldier behind her stumbling to the same pose, staring at the ground, the shame of disrespecting his general cloaking his entire frame. It was clear he was forced in the situation, Rilli was well aware. Her sneer was so angered it reached into the depths of her saturated purple eyes. Seeing as she couldn’t gauge his emotions, she could only address him with her utmost respect and hopefully spare her soldier by /killing/ the others with strict protocol and drills.
“General…”
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Post by Willow on Mar 15, 2011 17:12:58 GMT -6
Oh it filled him with a delicious kind of pride to watch the way the people shrank back. To watch the mix of awe, horror, and envy glitter across their faces as she came to him. Danalli was staking her own claim, was behaving by demon principles by showing such public possession. Even beneath the swaths that covered his face, it was evident that he was smirking most indulgently. It fueled that savage fire inside of him, the way she pressed her body against his, her hand sliding up his lightly armored chest to grip around his neck, her movements putting her own neck in clear, delicious view.
His hands automatically rose to skim over her body. The touch was not crude or indecent, not by demon standards anyway (and yes, demons do have standards for public sexual displays… though mostly because actually doing something overtly sexual so blatantly in front of other people was considered an invitation to join in). The touch was possessive. Staking his claim, proving it.
Not that anyone needed any other proof than the beautiful flower of purple on her neck.
Mm… the scent of it was intoxicating, and he buried his nose against the scent and inhaled deeply as his hands brought her even closer to him. When he lifted his face, those deep violet eyes scanned over the young bucks who had stopped everything they were doing to stare in awe and jealousy, and he snarled. The sound was most definitely a threat, and it was also a statement. No one could say that they hadn’t been warned. He was making it very clear that Danalli was his. His.
HIS.
Only when he had had his fill of the terror and awe did he loosen his grip enough for his treasure to slide away from him and lead the way through the crowd to do her shopping. Those keen violet eyes watched her as she glided through the market before he followed her, the silent shadow that had staked his claim oh-so-definitively on the light.
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As they moved through the people and the shops, the tension around them eased. Slowly, people began to realize that Zanen’s claim over Danalli did not change most things. She was still the lovely woman they all knew and loved, and they could still talk to her and socialize with her like usual. Well, unless you were male. Then you had to be very, very careful with what you said, how you said it, and how you looked at her. It didn’t matter if you were only looking to appreciate what was there, at least it didn’t matter to the powerful demon that was also her mate. Not today, not ever.
But the tension did begin to ebb around them as the day went on. People were always nervous around the Oracle, and this situation definitely made it worse, but the people of Tekania also knew that being a demon, even of his power grade, Zanen was no threat to them as long as they did nothing to offend him in some way. That meant that as long as they kept out of his way, did not insult the queen or his lady, and kept their loyalties true to Ameghda, they were usually in the clear.
Usually. He was a demon after all.
Of course, some people were just stupid. Intoxication was no excuse for overlooking power, especially when it came to a soldier, and the mark was too fresh, his official claim too new, that when the young soldier made those eyes at Danalli….
Power welled.
He did not snap, did not dash to the front and immediately slice the man open. That would have been too quick and not as much fun, and a demon likes to toy with his prey, especially if that prey has offended him. So instead, power began to well and Zanen took one step forward, the fury and the rage roaring to life as ruby mingled with the amethyst of his eyes. Those dangerous eyes.
He stalled at the flurry of feathers and armor only because he recognized the scent of the woman they were attached to. If it had been almost anyone else, they would have also ended up prey to the nature of the beast defending his possession. However, the scent, and then the sight of the Avian captain made him reign in his fury for just a moment as he watched her with those hard, emotionless eyes while she hissed at her men. He could care less whose fault it was that some idiot had toed too close to that line, a line that was ultra sensitive today because it was the first unveiling.
Those cold eyes looked at the two soldiers kneeling before him and he let out a low growl.
“Rilli, I would think that your men would know much better.” The hidden compliment would go unnoticed by most. He considered most people incompetent and didn’t hesitate to say so. But then, Rilli Skywing was no random captain. She was the youngest ever to attain such a rank, and had been trained personally by both himself and his Priestess. The Queen herself had taken special interest in Rilli the moment she’d shown up, and one did not dismiss those who the savage warrior queen has her eye on when it came to skills on the battlefield. When he had actually seen her fight, then witnessed the way she could command as if she’d been born to do so, he could not deny who and what she was.
Zanen, The General, did NOT grant compliments. (Danalli is an exception, she’s his lady.)
Regardless, the fury that had risen was still there and when he looked down at the two his gaze was cold and hard, but also back to being completely violet. “I am curious to know what punishment you have in mind for them, since they obviously cannot control themselves and do not know their place.”
The threat was very clear. If he wasn’t satisfied with whatever punishment she decided, he would dole out his own, and it would fall on all of her young warriors, not just the one that had made the mistake of acting like a fool instead of the soldier. Because of who and what Zanen was, it was no secret that he held the warriors of Ameghda to a higher standard. Especially if they were from Tekania and trained under those he directly commanded, like Rilli.
It was very bad to disappoint Zanen. Very bad.
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Post by libellule on Mar 16, 2011 2:22:18 GMT -6
All she had wanted today was to drink herself to the wooden damp tavern floor and find a warm beautiful body in her bed to ravage after her blood drenched victory the past week. Rilli had left her wings out in victorious arrogant pride, like she always did. They called her as untamable as the Valkyrie demons of old. It was so outlandish and power seeping to do so, but in her opinion it only exalted her reign and power over herself and her personal platoon of whom she thought wouldn’t act like children and had grown up over the days.
But oh no, they had to jest and throw the newest, drunkest addition to her squadrant into the path of the beautiful Danalli, the General’s most precious prize. She was certain someone had seen him behind her. She was also certain rumor and proof of her being his had also reached atleast one if not all of them. He must have been talking about her and the others noted her walking by…
Her fists tightened, the whites of her knuckles spread up across the back of her hand as the tiger within her reserve paced and roared against the steel barricade she’d thrown up instantly. Oh they would plead for forgiveness… Her self-control was of utmost importance in this scenario, as it always was as she dealt with her demons.
They’d only whispered of her divine-like beauty, how she glowed a celestial light that seemed to attract even the blind eyes. Rilli dare not move her gaze from the dirt of the ground as much as she wanted to see this marvel for herself. She may have been only a bare 30 years old, but she knew and saw this tone enough. She knew the thread she danced on and how close Kevak had been from the clutches and his torturous demise. No torturous was not even close to the pain the half-blood had stood in the way of as she saw his eyes trail across her figure.
“Rilli, I would think that your men would know much better.”
His voice was cold, but relaxed, which was possibly a positive note, a /small/ positive note. Rilli noted Kevak was barely breathing, perhaps not even wanting to be noted as existing. Her frame didn’t relax, she did not get up, she barely breathed herself. He had only addressed her… with annoyance even though she noted the compliment with high regard. The string was still pulled just as taught, compliment or not. “Your disappointment is my greatest enemy, General,” she spoke plainly, her voice clipped to only state, not to dwell, not to play games.
Rilli knew that her link with her general was the strongest she could ever count on. Her men were her family, her brothers… but at the end of the day she was their captain and one of the highest captains for that matter. For good reason. And when one of them stepped out of line, her drunken easy going stupor fell like a fragile piece of glass on hard floors, and shattered into pieces. It had to. She could not let them run rampant and prey on mated women. /Especially/ the mated woman of her Commanding General.
Idiots… But her breathe caught in her throat at his next statement.
“I am curious to know what punishment you have in mind for them, since they obviously cannot control themselves and do not know their place.”
He was sparing them. Turning them into her hands… /If/, in the next few moments, she said the right words. The words he would pleased with. Words that would seal her fate as a captain and the lives of her men. She restrained her shuddered breath as the weight was dropped roughly on her shoulders. She held their lives and her reputation in her mind. The wrong punishment would only spell out leeway for Zanen to take out a punishment he saw fit. Seeing as he was /incredibly/ offended… Her platoon would be cut in half /if/ she was lucky…
Her wings ruffled as she took a deep breath, the only punishment that painted a viciousness that matched his anger and the heat that had almost engulfed her.
When it came to Dragon’s Throat Canyon, most soldiers only dipped into sidelines, the sharp cliffs and wicked ledges. Few saw the beauty of training deep in the crevices for the heat and skill. The scorching heat and the skin melting sweat they would meet.
It seemed she would come back with a nice flushed tan. Wonderful. “We’ll be gone for a few weeks,” she spoke boldly, raising her dark storming eyes to the sinister gaze of her general, not once wavering her gaze to the woman next to him, “I plan to march them directly through the canyon. We’ll make stops… many sweltering, face melting stops.” She eyed Kevak through her peripherals as his back had gone rigid. “Perhaps then, they’ll understand the true meaning of was heat feels like and /never/ direct their own in a way that is… inappropriate.” She dropped her gaze to the ground again. -
Rilli was something to envy. The passion she held for her men as she threw herself directly in the line of Zanen’s would be attack. Even the way she’d gotten the others out of Zanen’s attention by leaving the scene. She’d even noting the way Rilli was still in front of the other guard who had eyed her so… ugh. Danalli’s eyes softened as she realized the love the young captain had for her men even if it seemed after all this she was going to drag this man by the collar back to her barracks and beat them all to the bloodiest of pulps.
The canyon she spoke of brought a tremor across the soldier’s back behind her. Danalli remembered that foreboding place as she past it in her gallop to Tekania for the first time. The heat she felt from the 100s of feet she was away from it was sweltering enough. Danalli’s brows raised as she heard her say weeks… Her chocolate eyes turned to Zanen. He had to be pleased with that hellish punishment. Rilli and her men were legendary in battle. They’d been together for years. As Rilli looked down, Danalli placed a soft hand on his shoulder.
‘Shadow…’ her mind pleaded softly against his mental wall.
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Post by Willow on Mar 18, 2011 15:33:21 GMT -6
Those cold violet eyes watched Rilli as she took hardly a moment to decide what the appropriate punishment would be. The sensible general had every confidence that she would please him with her answer, but the territorial demon was just waiting for her to utter incorrectly so that he could sink talons into flesh. So he watched, predatory gaze drinking in every twitch and shudder of the young soldier behind her.
Her answer came and a smirk flashed over his face, showing in his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. At first he didn’t answer, just continued to watch. He wanted them to feel the fear and the apprehension, wanted them to quake in their boots in terror.
Then Danalli touched his arm. His sweet, precious treasure.
But at the touch his eyes, moved sharply to her in warning. ~Do not try to sway me when it comes to my men, Pretty,~ he hissed to her mind and took a step forward, both distancing himself from her and bringing him ominously closer to Rilli and the young soldier.
“Rilli,” his voice came out as a growl, and it was the general not the demon who was speaking, “come to Della’s tavern tonight before you depart.”
Then he turned back to Danalli, curled a possessive hand around her waist, and began to lead her away.
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Post by libellule on Mar 18, 2011 17:16:08 GMT -6
Rilli’s skin was pulled taught as she felt him shift. Her muscles quaked and tensed in her bowed crouch. She would do anything in her power to protect her men. Even if it meant her demise. But she was torn between the love of her men and the untamable rage of her General… Her actions and decisions were silenced as she heard him draw a breath. The captain noted how the temperature remained the same soft breeze. His rage was reined back and she knew as her heart soared that Kevak and her platoon had been spared because of her link with her General, her loyalty to him and her kingdom. He was everything to her, her greatest friend and highest ally, aside from her queen, of course. She did not release her sigh of relief. She barely moved as he addressed her, her eyes refusing to move from the ground they bore into.
No the demon in him might be much to close to control. Rilli dared not move, she knew Kevak was following her every motion even her breathing patterns. But when she bid her farewell her breath shuddered in quaking hope as he departed. “General.” It was barely a whisper, but the gratitude that was painted across her word was the brightest shade red beserking demon eyes have ever seen.
She lifted her eyes as she heard him turn from her, only to lock eyes with his precious maiden. Danalli, who seemed to be watching her before this moment. Rilli’s jaw sent in a tense line as she choked down the gasp in her throat. The rumors were true. Her aura was unbelievably bright, magnificently so. The purple gaze softened for one second as Danalli’s chocolate eyes shared her relief, shared her love for her men. Those chocolate eyes were so full of adoration for her general it was impossible to think it was anything else. It was a split-second they locked, but Rilli already knew it was much too long as she quickly looked away.
‘May you bless him with the greatest of loves, beautiful Lady,’ her mind whispered her blessing. The avian stood quickly, a dark frown blemishing her flawless face as she turned to Kevak. The man was three times her size, mind you… Her hand gripped the collar of his leather tunic and pulled him up before he knew what was happening. She shoved him before her as she growled with the coldest voice she’d spoken in for a long time. “Walk and value how much it doesn’t hurt. Because when we get back breathing will seem like fighting Lilani herself.” She almost sounded demonic as the veins in her arms welled as she made fists at her sides. His shudder only made her smirk darken. “Get moving.” He did so and they left the market. -
She knew it before she stole his attention. She knew it when she touched him. She knew when the coldest chill blanketed her as she shivered mentally as the fury and the ice in his eyes smacked her cheek. The pain and the stinging only seemed to remind her of her mistake.
Her horrible, weakening mistake.
But she had caused this… this stupid stupid scenario. She willed her goddess’ brightness from her and felt the gleam of her skin dull ever so slightly. She felt the tremor in her hands as her frustration and embarrassment only made it worse. As he spoke to Rilli she leaned her head to the sky and closed her eyes, the world melted away.
His chuckle soothed her as she opened her eyes staring into the soft rouge they always were when he wasn’t angry. She could feel the tears well in her eyes as he caressed her cheek, the icy sting Zanen’s eyes left fell away instantly. They were on the sandy beach she’d grown up around, the sun only seemed to warm her more.
‘Oh Morning Star… You know how much I hate it when you’re upset… You know that I must do what I need to us keep safe… to keep you, my precious treasure, safe.’ Her young past self hiccupped and responded.
‘Ghatreg… I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to help…’ Danalli stared at the tiny pieces of sand, she couldn’t bare to look at him. He crouched down to her, shifting his hilt and daggers to his back, far from her. He cradled and brought her chin up so she could look into his eyes. He looked like a fire god with his loose tribal pants and bare chest, talismans and necklaces layering his dark tanned skin. The dark red shade of his long hair made her heart joyous again. Maybe he would let her braid a strand tonight…
‘Precious Danalli,’ his voice was so full of love, ‘I am sworn to protect you, by the goddess herself. You do not need to worry about helping. Trust in me and love me and let me do the rest.’
She felt her lip quivered as she couldn’t hold the tears back. ‘Alright,’ she managed with a croak. ‘One day,’ he promised as he pressed his lips to her forehead and pulled her into a fatherly hug, ‘You will understand why it is so important to let a demon protect his treasure, my dear. He is trained to love you and protect you to the best of his ability… Let him exercise his skill, Morning Star. He will be taught well, because you will only be given the best…’
She blinked as she felt herself ground as the waves and the warmth of the beach faded into the confines of her mind and Zanen’s covered arm wrapped snugly against her small waist. She looked over her shoulder to the dismissed captain, whose eyes softened when they locked gazes. Danalli had been right about the love, the gratitude that was painted in Rilli's gaze was hard to miss. Her purple gaze was glistening. Danalli gave her a soft smile as the captain broke their gaze and she turned her head back, trying to fit back into reality and leave the murky waters of her dreams. A memory…
Zanen…
She stopped them and removed his arm from her waist, lacing her fingers through the leather gloves of his hands. She would not let this tension ruin her day. She felt the sun soak in and return her glistening glow once more. No she could not be upset with her instincts, nor she could not allow his annoyed mood to control his pride and his victory. Not today. Her mate would let it go.
“Shadow,” she purred softly, apologetically, her eyes softly, lovingly trying to sooth what was left of the fire in his. ‘Please forgive me,’ her mind asked, not wanting to share the intimacy of her mistake with public ears, ‘I forget you know exactly what you’re doing. I would never try to control or sway your actions. Next time I will reframe. I promise you, Zanen… I promise you.’ As the thought faded in the faintest of whispers she couldn’t hold back the tears that welled in her eyes. As much as she wanted to break her look away from his eyes so she could blink them away. She couldn’t hide how upset she was with herself for blindly trying to reign over her dragon, her free spirited dragon. She hadn’t even tried to.
She was just trying to help…
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Post by Willow on Mar 21, 2011 0:46:45 GMT -6
The general did not bother watching Rilli drag her man away. He didn’t care to look back to make sure they had gone or send a shadow to report back to him as to whether or not his captain had done well on her decree. It never occurred to him to doubt her words, not because he didn’t think she had the balls to defy him, but because he trusted her to do as she said. Rilli was an Avian of honor. She understood what it was to work with and under a demon, most notably one of his magnitude. Some of her men were demons, some were shape-shifters, and she could command each and every one of them without fail. She also followed him without fail and that was something that he could always count on with her. It was why she was often in charge of training the newer recruits when he and Asina could spare her.
They found that the best way to ingrain unfaltering loyalty into someone was to have it trained into them by someone who was unwavering but also cared. No one cared more about her men than Rilli Skywing. It was an admirable, if not at times annoying, trait of hers.
But right now Zanen was not thinking of Rilli Skywing. He was thinking of Danalli. His Danalli. His treasure. The ice had not totally melted from his glare or the sharpness of his shoulders. The barely-tamed animal was very much prowling at the weakest corner of its cage, just waiting for the opportune moment to stroke and tear away all last defenses. It was such a thin, dangerous line. It was a line that a zephyr balanced nearly all the time when he had something that he claimed as his. And right now? Oh, right now he was a lethal weapon, ready to take out his rage on the first person that looked at him or especially his treasure in the wrong way. Rage that he had spared his young captain and her man from.
The soft purr of Danalli’s voice touched his ear and soothed the beast from a rapid prowl to a brisk pacing at the withering mesh of defenses. Then the touch to his mind. It made him both calm and edgy, more stable on that wire even before he turned to look at her.
~Mine,~ his mind whispered to her. ~That is what you are, Danalli.~ Not Pretty, not precious, not my love. Danalli. The edge of a growl highlighted his mental voice when he touched her again. ~Especially when you are that treasure, Danalli, you must let a demon protect his treasure. You must learn to trust that I know my nature and I know how to control it.~ He breathed a sigh and pulled her close to him, enclosing them in shadows near an alleyway.
“This may be new to you, Danalli, but a demon is a demon. We cannot be tamed or trained. We do as we will. That is the law of out nature. It is how the gods made us. Rampants, kindles, zephyrs. We are different and we are the same.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I forgive you, Pretty,” he crooned to her then. “I forgive you but never do that again. I know my power, my rage, and my limits. I need you to trust me to protect all of you, and that is not just your body but your spirit and your heart as well. Your very soul. There will be times where I am not willing to sacrifice a satisfying kill for your peace of mind and you best come to terms with that now, but if you take away anything from this, it’s never get between a general and his men.”
He leaned down and this time captured her lips. “Just trust me.”
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Post by libellule on Mar 21, 2011 1:59:20 GMT -6
I am Danalli… /That/ is what I am. It was a thought that hissed in her head, pacing behind her reserve, silent to anyone but herself. It was her ally that shouted against the seemingly unbreakable wall, only being held back from this murky memory block of hers. The buzzing, the crackling, coaxed her, soothed her. It begged her to be released, begged her to push him past the point he had all but strapped him to. Because it knew, he would destroy everything… but her. Her focus… was beginning to realign itself, the details of the world. Its scents, feels, motions were beginning to collide into a vision tunnel, where at the end, held her deepest and darkest of desires. What that blue she saw tinting the sides of her peripherals?
She forced herself to breathe as the lion sat and lowered its roars to whispery growls. His scent flooded her senses as she was pulled to him. The focus fell with beautiful ease. She familiarized herself with the musk of his neck, the worn leather of his armor, her hands sliding up the back of his neck. They froze to a halt as she closed her eyes, leaning her cheek against his chest, hiding the annoyance that lashed violently through them. This may be new to you… We cannot be tamed or trained…
Oh she was so glad her hands had a good hold of him or he would have felt them tremor in irritation. The Delavis was young, true. She was in love with and mated to possibly the oldest creature in Reminlar, also true. But she wasn’t an idiot. Her jaw had set into a tight line as she released a sigh that let wings of butterflies tingle her skin. A thin zap slithered across her, a shiver of power whispering promises of lust to her. The lion’s ears had pricked up and raised its head. She hated being talked down to… Ghatreg had done enough to her when she was sobbing in his arms like the sweetest child when she was younger. Why did she have to be talked to as if she was a child once again? Distress fluttered through her.
Danalli… His voice warned her from her memories. Her eyes snapped open as his lips melted her and she broke it. Perhaps a little too soon then he would have preferred. “Then you must understand something,” she whispered, with soft sad eyes, “If I am created to love a demon, he must understand that I am full of humanity, empathy… A gift I will not hold back. His must understand that my empathy allows me to give him everything I ever possibly could… I’ll never stand in his way, but let him remember my empathy is what I am.” She stroked his cheek, brushing a thumb over his cold eyes. “I always have trusted you, Zanen,” she cooed, her fingers and eyes tracing his covered lips. “That is not why I did what I did. I was taught at a young age to never come between a demon and his treasure… But it seems I just remembered.” She smiled sadly, her memory so fresh, she missed him so… “All I can tell you is that I will never stand in front of you or your honor, Shadow.” A promise she would find hard to keep later on…
Here she stood, in his dark swathed alcove, his shadows caressing and engulfing her brightness. Their warmth soothed the annoyance of her discussion with him. His strong arms were something so easy to melt into as she tucked her own around his waist. “Precious dragon… You aggravate me to no end at times, but I am so happy to be devoted to you. I love you so… She spoke with a hush eased whisper, tilting her lips up to meet his, her fingers pulling gingerly at his swath that covered his lips.
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Post by Willow on May 27, 2011 22:25:35 GMT -6
They were so different from one another, as opposite as shadow and light. Yet at the same time they were one with each other. He knew that this was probably an issue that they would run into with each other over and over again, likely until the end of time. He was a zephyr, and it came with the territory of being with anyone who wasn’t also a zephyr, wasn’t even a demon at all.
That thought made him pause.
Because all other races, all other species in the realms other than zephyrs and those blessed by the gods, had such a limited lifespan. A handful of decades, a couple of centuries, all were short breaths in the lifespan of a zephyr. Because the zephyrs were gods-blessed. They were separate even from the other demons because they were more than just demons. It granted them great power, power enough that flowed constantly from the gods and through them, power that kept them alive and in their prime until they were outright killed or were ready to let their worldly bodies go. Some chose to age bit by bit after a certain point in the fashion of the shorter-lived races. Others chose just to vanish into abyss and return to the gods.
But Danalli was not a zephyr. As a delavi her lifespan was shorter even than the other demon races. Shorter by about two hundred years. Compared to creatures like humans, weres, and living vampires it was a very long life, but it was a mortal one nonetheless. So terribly mortal.
Suddenly struck by this, everything else seemed to melt away. His irritation with her, his anger at that idiotic troop, everything. It all evaporated.
He took her into his arms and held her close. Just held her, committing the feel of her body to memory. He took in her scent, let himself drown in her aura. That soft warmth with just this little bit of hidden bite. He loved it. He loved the feel of her, the taste of her. It just made him feel… right. He could count on one hand the number of people who had ever made him feel safe and whole like her, and still have a finger left over. In all his years, all the people he knew and had grown close to, only four ever carved a niche into his heart and soul.
And she held her own special warmth there. Her own special light.
So he kissed her. He kissed her with all his heart and all his soul, knowing he didn’t have the words to tell her what she meant to him.
Then he pulled back and smiled softly. “Okay, my light, is there any place else you wanted to go today, anything else you wanted to see or do?”
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Post by libellule on May 28, 2011 1:52:52 GMT -6
Protected. It was a word that not many could say they felt in this war stricken world. It was a word that innocents would give anything for, a word that would save the world from evil, fear, hate, pain, loneliness…
Danalli sighed at the feel of his arms, her arms only tightened around his neck. She loved the feel of his body against her. The coldest shivers ran from her body at the presence of his warmth. “Zanen,” she said in the softest voice before his lips captured hers.
‘Dearest Baelli,’ she heard her thoughts voice in a croak at the beauty that was his love and devotion, his protection, his entire essence. It filled her, caressed her, engulfed her, surged her. He was always around her, he always would be. She was one of the most precious things in his line of sight, which went beyond the normal eyes.
Her demon was everything. Without him, Danalli was uncertain just how sure she would be of herself, how long she would have lasted without finding herself in the clutches of a wild rampant demon. At the demise of a newly recruited officer, no matter how weak he could have been…
His lips pulled away and she moaned softly in protest as her hazy chocolate eyes opened slowly. A soft burst of warmth bloomed from within her, flushing her skin with a light pink so daintily. She did not want to let him go, but she supposed they could not stay in this shadowed niche forever…
“Perhaps we can wander about for just a little longer, love…” she asked gingerly, a beautiful smile dotting her features.
She wouldn’t keep him around for long there was just a few more places she wanted to stop into…. -
Ah Tekania! What a city of darkness in the most true of ways. Of course, any lady of Holden would pick up their colorful skirts and run back across the Seraph to their precious golden gates. There were ‘monsters’ about you know… Ones that would rip you apart for no reason… Ha!
If she were anything like those women perhaps she would have done just that… But Bijou was a creature of another magnitude. She was a creature of defiance, power, …purpose. The shadowed crevices of Tekania did little to instill a sense of abhorrence in her. She had her zephyr ancestors to thank for the warmth that simmered her bronzed skin as the belts and bangles chimed against one another. The brilliant reds and golds that lavished her skin, seemed to just set her ablaze. Maybe one of these days she would find a priestess to bestow upon her a fire enchantment and make her a fire dancer…
Ah… yes. She grinned wickedly as her golden eyes swirled into tarnished rouge. A priestess she would find indeed… One that would teach her the ways of fire shooting and other rituals before she did away with her… Oh yes this would be quite lovely…
Had she not just heard word of the ‘dearest delavi’ catching the fancy of the Oracle himself? Quite a bit of ruckus had been stirred up because of the two of them prancing around the marketplace. Bijou chuckled softly. Could an oracle prance? The last of the red faded as she finally spotted them. Danalli’s hand snuggly tucked within the crook of Zanen’s elbow, casually observing wares. Oh those matching silver tresses of the pony’s was something hard to miss…
Danalli was within ten feet or so when she stopped, wide stanced with her arms crossed over her chest, the low ponytail of curly white tresses draped over her collarbone. She was an exotic sight to see indeed.
“I was hoping,” she began with a beautiful humorous voice, “That they were joking at the gates when I heard my precious equine had been enchanted by a demon… “ -
A wry chuckle surfaced from her lips, her old friend had come for a visit.... “It seems that they let just about anyone through these gates that has a silver tongue,” mischief danced in the pony’s eyes as her hands danced up Zanen’s chest, “Are you so sure devil dancer that was a demon who enchanted me? …Mayhaps it was me who charmed him.” Danalli’s nails dug into Zanen in an act of affection before she slipped from him, crossing the market pathway to the gypsy. Bijou received with a gentle, light hug, surely not wanting to begin a dispute, but also wanting to be close to her… friend. “My, my,” Bijou purred as she pressed her cheek, closing her eyes, into the hair of Danalli, “Nalli-darling.” “Jou,” Danalli answered, hugging her so closely, before releasing her, “I haven’t seen you in so long… what brings you here? You’re an awful long way from home…” Her laugh chimed in the wind with a charismatic sweetness as she rested her hands on Danalli’s shoulders. “Why, my dear… My home stretches from the edges of Everlast to the sand of Qu’ria. I have no set home, but many. “Seeing you is a treat and once I heard word that you were, in fact, the Oracle’s bound mate I knew I had to come and congratulate you myself…”
Danalli clasped her hands together cutely. “Bijou, you did not have to do such a lovely thing for me.” “Ah but you see, Nalli, good souls are rewarded with good things… Their deeds must be exalted. I can think of no purer soul than yours, my dear equine...” “Will you stay for a while then?” “Have I ever been one to sit still for more than minutes?” Danalli’s was soft and her smile was saddened. “Can I at least introduce you to him?” She pulled Bijou closer to Zanen, only to be stopped just a few feet away. Bijou offered a dainty curtsy as Danalli introduced her. “We have crossed paths once before, but, alas Shadowed Oracle it is always pleasure to see you… I trust you will only give my dearest friend the greatest of loves.” She cocked her head to side unveiling the brightest smile she could muster. An emotion flashed across her face as she remembered something.
“Ah yes, before I head out I picked something up on my travels for you!” Bijou cupped her hands and then reopened them. In them was a lovely desert rose planted on a hair comb. “It was something I found in Qu’ria and it made me think of you, Danalli. The love you have for desert roses and all. I even enchanted it so it would never wilt. It even smells fresh!” “I figured I would gift you something personal for this wondrous page turning event of yours!”
“Oh my,” Danalli took in the smell of the flower before placing it in her hair, “This is such a wonderful gift. I will wear it as much as I can!” “Wonderful wonderful! Think of me often I may be back around the bend within a few weeks,” Bijou hugged her, “Well then I’ll be heading to my caravan before it leads.” She placed a hand on Danalli’s shoulder again. “You be sure to stay safe, equine.” “I will, devil.” “Until then, yes?” “Until then.”
Bijou waved a farewell to Zanen with a graceful twist of her wrist and a genuine smile. Though as she turned from them, the blood that welled within her eyes only thickened, as the devilish grin grew more and more sinister. -
“Wow… I still cannot believe she stopped by. Silly Bijou… she’s so mysterious.” Danalli was a ball of happiness and excitement as she looked up to him. “This gift was so kind and thoughtful, wouldn’t you say? “I’m ready to go back if you are darling.”
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