Thread: The bodyguard (Bound To Pleasure/Flassche)

Lance woke as he had always had, weary and tired to the bone. While his species only grew more and more powerful per generation, it also came at a cost. Strain, pressure and even memories were transferred as well. A biological process that also happens in other species. A so called natural instinct. The instinct and memories that told a bird when to migrate or a fox when to slumber was haunting Lance. Every painful memory of his ancestors was in there, haunting his sleep and subconscious ever since he transcended into godhood. It wasnt all bad, seeing as he could see first hand how his predecessors went wrong, yet it still scarred a person. Every one of his kind dealt with it on his own way. His father had become devoid of emotion, simply becoming that what he was treated to be. A weapon that needed regular maintenance now and again, while his great, great grandfather had went on a killing spree after he went mad. The order of the red Lance had been established that day. Seven of the worlds strongest mages, each supported by hundreds of others, battled the half god. They barely stood a chance, yet a single randomly thrown spear had taken the life of the god king. The counsel of the seven red spears had been formed that day. Officially they only advised the royal bloodline, yet unofficially they and their decedents have been ruling the empire ever since, plus serving as a reminder that even gods could die. He shook of the feeling of pain and suffering as he crawled out of his bed. He himself dealt with his condition on a different way. He toyed and played games, preferably with human lifes. He would never go as far as to hurt or permanently scar people, yet a prank or two would do just fine. He enjoyed teasing his wardens above all, seeing as most of them had a stick up their rear. His first Warder had been an offspring of the original seven counsel members, a fact that he reminded him of each day. The man had been reduced to a compliant servant within three weeks. A feat that the counsel was quickly aware off. In their minds Lance was a unpredictable risk. He was behaving too sane, to human? In a hundred years or so he would equal his father in power, twice that he would begin overpower him. Peering down Lance noticed his other morning.. condition. A constant state of puberty had its disadvantages as well. With that mindset he began forming a new playing field for his warden and himself. How long would she continue to interest him? He sliced through the weaves he had spun around her bonds of servitude, removing any condition he had placed upon her, whilst still keeping the memory of the written note a secret. So, clad now in his green silk attire, adorned with silver, he entered their shared chambers. He noticed her strained body through his bond. He remembered her personality and decided she was working out or practising sword movements. He smiled as he inhaled her still wild spirit. Focusing on the bond he let slip a bit more of his essence in there, offering even more gifts for her. He made sure her basic healing were improved first to allow the constant strain on her body. The healing would not mean a cut would instantly heal, yet it would remove the strain on her muscles, prevent small bone fractures and alter her cell division, allowing slower aging. A grin came on his face as he gave her one more gift increased hormonal production. It would no doubt have positive effects such as faster reflexes and a better battle raqe. Yet, lust and long term physical growth would also increase. He grabbed a small book and placed a slender digit on the page, marking the first sentence. He liked reading, especially when others were around. It gave you the opportunity to listen and observe others while they could not do the same. He heard the door opening as he smiled gently, offering her a most pleasant day. His mind however was placing fase two of their game. How would her skill and luck help her out in this one? He wove the weaves in place and felt it settle on her bond of service. -The bearer of this mark will see the recipient of this mark as pleasantly attractive- -The bearer of this mark will think see recipient of this mark as sexually inexperienced and uneducated, believing he is most naive in this field.- -The bearer of this mark will feel the need stop wearing underclothing, believing it would get in her way or slow her reaction time.-