Thread: The bodyguard (Bound To Pleasure/Flassche)

Bright red orbs looked up from folded, naked hands to admire the scenery that passed by as the clouds sluggishly made its way up the mountainside. The sun was slowly yielding to the upcoming nightfall--casting a blood-red brilliance upon the clouds and sky. To the young man, it was one of the most beautiful and fitting sunsets hed ever seen. It was certainly enough to take his mind off the matters of state. Every creature breathed and each creature existed amid this large and blooming capital. Candidly to them, the denizens culminated there, did one frame lurk, its limbs coiled up, mildly tense, though unafraid of the foreboding shadow. He stood at the top of a large balcony, naked flesh exposed to the cold air, not bothering him in the slightest. A small runic symbol on his right neck marked him as the blood, the leading caste of this little empire. For as long as his people could remember, his kind had been the one in charge. Only the foundations of this keep knew of another time before his kind. He brought his slender frame to one of the mirrors in his chambers, glancing at the expression. One might have guessed his height around five feet, give or take a few inches. His short white hair danced in the wind, a vile imitation of containing life. The youth vaguely remembered having dark brown hair before he escaped from humanity, part of the curse that effected his family. He brought his digits to his ears as he brushed a few strands of hair away from them, feeling the pointed tips. His ancestor had been one of the Tokra, or Ancient ones as commoners called themselves now. Although most of his form came from his human ancestors he did have some Ancient traits, mostly giving his body more youthfull touch. He slid his frame in the expensive dark silk, feeling it slide against his skin. He carefully wrapped a small thin piece of cloth around his middle, fastening the garb. Grabbing the large black cloak and wrapping it around his frame, he brought the hood upwards, shielding his hair and face. The hood alone brought enough darkness to hide his face, yet he placed another item there. A thin mask was placed over his face, lined with thin lines of silver, shielding his features from commoners eyes. The mask itself held no enhancement or enchantment besides the occasional grease for polishing. Sliding two twin silver daggers behind his sash, he left the room, stepping into darkness. He tried to remember why darkness and shadows gave him a comforting feeling. First in line for to the eternal throne, heir to the realm, Prince Lancius Oridium. The young man actually hated the titles and long fancy name, preferring to call himself Lance. The change into godhood had happened three years ago. He was human then, only displaying the soft pointed ears and fair skin. When the change took him he was bed ridden for weeks, young body thrashing as he torment of magic assaulted his frame again and again. His hair and skin was drained of color and his brown eyed changed into a bright red. He was no longer human on that day, nor would he ever. He seemingly stepped out of the shadow in his chambers, taking his place on a large throne carved out of single piece of oak. He smiled gently as he noticed the chest board in next to him A single white pawn was placed in the middle of the field, surrounded by grey pieces on all fronts. Behind that sea of grey was single black piece of wood. He heard the door open, casting a dim light in his chambers. He slid the black piece towards the white one in the center as he chuckled. He loved games, would she? Lance eyed the tall warrior as she stepped in the room. She moved with a cats grace and looked as calm as any knight that was rewarded with the first rank. She seemed seconds away from tearing out peoples throat and at the same time dance the most delicate dance with another maiden. Lance found it fascinating how they could simply ooze that confidence and power. He basked in the womans glory as he held out his right hand, signaling her to move closer. While magic was an everyday occurrence in this realm, and a rarity in others, it did have significant disadvantages. A large spell or incantation required long and tedious channeling from multiple mages. Most people who were magically sensitive used other means to strengthen their channeling. Some used potions others crystals. There was even an unusual fellow who used a wand, funny really. While most of the country was run by magic, it was a weak yet stable process. The ancient ones were different, capable of engulfing entire cities in fire or draining oceans. Legend spoke off their might, claiming it matched that of the creator itself. Although the Oridium was technically a half breed, people still assumed they could match the powers that the ancient ones had. Lance eyed the young warrior as he watched her expression. I would hear your name and oath. How would the warrior respond to the frame sitting at that throne, clad in darkness whilst orbs of fire watched his very soul. He waited for the womans reply, carefully weighing and measuring each word. Do you now, hmm.. He let the words linger in the air as he grabbed the black piece from the board and fingered it softly, letting the wood roll through his fingers. He had a wry grin hidden behind the mask, a grin that would not lessen. He placed the piece next to the white one as he stood up, towering in front of the warrior, due to him kneeling. The prince would be quite a bit shorter had the knight been standing. Such a flimsy thing. He whispered as his right index finger began tracing a line down the warriors chin, gliding pas the hair and protective gear, stopping until he reached the seal on the neck. He knew exactly what it was, his whole body instantly tensing up when he prodded the magic. A bond. A warden. A hero. A protector. A slave. This bond makes you this. I could easily twist the weaves and force you to bark... He twisted the weave playfully as he forced his full essence through it. He commanded the young woman to feel the urge to bark, yet it was not strong enough for him to actually bark. Should I so desire. So tell me, my hero. Why do you want to serve and obey. The prince took a step backwards as he knelt playfully next to the warrior, masked covered face inches from hers. His eyes peering into hers, never breaking the connection. When the woman told him why, he smirked, hidden behind the mask. He attached his essence to the link as he let a part of his magic flow into the human, completing the bond. They could feel each others presence now. The young warrior would no doubt feel more alive, seeing as part of the bond offered her increased control and awareness of her own body, lowering the natural limitations a bit.