Thread: Rising Darkness ((Me and Kikora))

He chuckled a bit, it was clear how little they knew of his people when she worried about the nightmare... but he was not yet ready to reveal that particular talent to his slaves but he knew it would soon be put to proper use to calm the troubled woman who lay even now in his bed. HE turned form her and glided with powerful strides towards her door and past it before pausing to call back over his shoulder, you limit yourself still you know, you should not force restraint where you may not truly desire it... partake of the amenities and then sleep, I can not imagine those cramped halls offered much rest... but do not test my generosity, its abuse would not end well. the way he said it though held no malice and sounded much like a casual statement, as would be expected to newly purchased slaves or servants. He then closed the door behind him and let it lock soundly, the mimetic metals would adjust to any force applied so there was no chance of escape just as there had been no chance of the chains being broken. He paused at the door to the slumbering Teyha and sent his aura out to her slipping it into her dreams as he closed his eyes and exerted his will to calm her dreams with his power, he knew that it would either calm her dreams or turn them passionate... which occurred though would depend on her reaction to his presence in them even though it remained unseen in her minds eye. If she accepted her desire for him her dreams would likely turn lurid and lustful, if not she would simply sleep more peacefully. With that set in motion he then continued to the other side of his carriage and into the alcove that yet held the chained Ophelie. Again it was a simple gesture that caused walls and door to form as well as another of those lavish wash tubs. He turned his powerful gaze upon the fiery human... he did not need tricks to read a woman like her though. One with her fire would fight in all things, but she had to know she could not win against him. So there was a good chance that her bravado masked fear or anger at herself for being unable to conquer him. He would not bother to try to explain the truth to her as her instinct was to fight and likewise he would have to make a show of power with her he imagined. So as he stood at her door he casually removed his cloak and the expensive coat he wore, then finally the silk shirt... fully revealed was the massive barrel of his chest, hard chiseled muscle without an ounce of fat... pectorals, abdominals, biceps, and triceps that would make almost any woman drool with desire were lay bare and matched that hauntingly beautiful face. He walked into the room and took her chain as it was released from the wall and with a flick of his fingers he caused her shackles to vanish before he lead her to the lavish tub. Another flicking gesture and the tub was filling with steaming water. He knew the burlap was not comfortable and had no intent to leave them garbed in it and so for the sake of her pride he left it on as he spoke in powerful tones, You may wash the filth of that place off, and more suitable garb will be provided... I despise the squalor they impost on people... those who come willingly to serve the nobility do not deserve such, and not even those who are given this choice rather than prison or death deserve better than that filth and squalor... be they loyal or rebel that is simply unacceptable. he finally let the chain dissolve into nothingness as well and then seemed to vanish and reappear at the door, he knew she might lash out and so would not give her an easy chance. A wave of his hand and think silk garments in crimson appeared on her bed, it was clear they would leave little to the imagination and would showcase her charms but they were far better than the sack she wore now. At the same time a similar outfit appeared in Kaura's room only hers was done in deep emerald green.