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Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

I'm not too early am I? He stepped through the doorway, and the little dog instantly began sniffing at his boots, the little tail wagging so fast that it looked like the dog's rear end might begin to levitate. I always thought that bakers started their days the night before, what with all the rising and the kneading. He set his gloves on a lower shelf when she handed him the apron and looked around. I can cut things, Mistress Rihayne. Please, go ahead and tend to your morning needs. I'm not lost in a kitchen. He looked around and old memories of her parents bustling about the kitched came to mind. He remembered her in a small play pen in the corner, laughing as her father tossed dough into the air in flying circles to make the stuffed breads that he was so famous for. Really I promise I won't burn down your shop. He slid the apron over his head and wrapped the strings around his waist, tying them in the front. As he went around the kitchen to peek at what she had been doing he rolled up his sleeves past his elbows. Cooking was hard work. The rolling and kneading was excellent for working on hand strength, and he missed the simplicity of the work. For a few hours each day, at least until her afternoon help came in, he'd be able to forget about the complexities of his role as the Red Mage. High Inquisitor Aimast K'Grun swept through the castle halls on his way to King Lothian's audience chamber. The king was more insistent every day. He demanded that the chalice of life be found, as well as the blood to fill it, so that his own life would be extended. It irked the Inquisitor to have him more important tasks of the day interrupted to appease the childlike king, who sat on the throne and threw fits when his demands weren't met. Usually those fits were accompanied with rolling heads, but never the Inquisitor's. No, not him, for there was only one man who King Lothian feared, and that man was not...a man. Dark horns swept back from Aimast's head, looking like a great ornamental headdress, but the horns were a gift from his father. The Inquisitor was the offspring of a dark priestess and her summoned demon lover his task had originally been to find and destroy the children of the priestess' husband, a king known for his fondness for young women and their innocence. Somewhere in Aimast's task he became embroiled with the king's oldest bastard son, and there their destinies became forever entwined. Roguel Winter, the bastard son of a king, and Aimast k'Grun, the demon son of a queen almost-brothers locked together for unknown reasons and forever tormenting each other with their meddling. Today Aimast had good news to report to the king. He had found the source of blood that was needed, and he had a good lead of where the Chalice would be.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

Too early? No no! Well, a bit earlier than normal. And you're right, I do a lot of my busy work at night before I leave, so I can have that extra sleep in the morning. It's been a bit harder to handle since the city guards and the soldiers stationed here come here for their meals rather than the galley. She sighed a moment. There were a lot of non-humans in the army and the guard corps. And most of them in support roles. So the city's tried to pick up where we can. The tailor and seamstress in the city does repairs for uniforms, and the local blacksmiths take care of armor and weapons in lieu of the military's own people. It'll take time to train others into the roles that got abandoned with the non-humans leaving. She frowned slightly, and it was obvious she wanted to say something but she didn't, instead forcing a bright smile as he pulled on the apron and rolled up his sleeves with the air of a man that knew what he was doing. Ohh, your wife is going to love this someday! I hear so many wives complaining that their husbands can't do even the most basic tasks in the kitchen. It makes you wonder how they survived before they got married. She shook her head a little and turned to uncover the first couple of bowls of dough and beginning to cut them into loaf sized sections. And then I remember that I end up feeding most of them, so that question rather answers itself, I suppose. Ohh, and the vegetables are in that bin there. She pointed to a large wooden bin of potatoes, onions and tomatoes. Once you've gotten...about twenty pounds of those chopped, we'll toss those into the cooking pots for the stew and let them simmer down. That'll give me time to get all of the things in the oven and get to work on the food for the soldiers. She greased the baking pan lightly and set the dough in it to bake, sliding it into one of the many ovens in the back before working on the next tray. It was surprising that she didn't seem to move quickly so much as rhythmically, efficiently. She wasn't as fast as her father might have been, but there was no wasted movement. Every step, every turn, every motion did something, and often times more than one thing at a time. One hand would be sprinkling chopped nuts and sugar lumps into a hollowed out lump of dough while her other hand was brushing on a sugar and egg glaze over the top of sweet rolls. She didn't toss the dough like her father did, but her fingers were quick and nimble as she braided the loaves in with the cheese and onion, the sausage and herbs, and all manner of supper loaves she'd be baking. Even her feet and hips and elbows were used. She obviously knew her way around the kitchen well enough that even if it were pitch black inside, she could have done her work in the dark. It was what she'd grown up doing, what she'd done her whole life, and though she wasn't precisely fast, the speed at which the trays of food began to fill the counter display and the windows and fill the baking racks in the back was telling.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

The soldier was busy with chopping vegetables and sorting them into different bowls when he noticed that Rihayne was still working next to him. He watched her dancing in the kitchen, her body creating a rhythm all its own in the warm room. Her hands played the ingredients like a musician as she dusted and stuffed, rolled and filled. Finally he decided that he had to get her to go take care of herself. Mistress, aren't you going to go take a shower? Do your hair? He smiled and a dimple creased his cheek. I'll get the prep work done until it's light enough outside to chop wood. He set the knife down and looked at her, shaking his head at her. I'm here to help, not to be babysat. Go - put on some kohl and pinch your cheeks, or whatever it is that women do to make themselves lovely. He reached out and pulled playfully at her hair. Like this don't you need time to braid it into a coronet? He finished pouring all the cut vegetables into the last of the bowl. And I'll keep an eye on the ovens. He sneaked a little morsel of cheese to her terrier. I won't let them burn.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

She looked up, surprised as he spoke to her, mentioning that she needed to go and take a shower and do her hair and wondered if she smelled bad or looked unkempt. I...I just showered last night before bed...and wh-what's wrong with my hair? She reached her hand up nervously, pausing just in time to keep from putting dough and flour in her hair. It was a little strange to see him smile the dimples made him seem less severe and she found herself blushing a little as she looked away, pushing her hair back from her forehead with her forearm. I'm fine, I'll just stop and braid my hair back a bit tighter. I don't wear any makeup in here, hot as it gets with the ovens and cookstove going. She went to the sink, washing her hands clean and stepping back into the storeroom a moment, pulling out the pins that had messily held her hair back, finger combing her hair into order, pulling it back tightly and pinning it in a tight coiled knot behind her head and pulling a white baker's cap over her hair to keep it from coming loose and getting into the food. A few moments later she stepped back out into the kitchen, smoothing her apron and washing her hands once more, getting back to work. There was a reason she bathed right before bed. Mornings were bad enough as it was, no need to add an additional chore to it.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

You... the soldier shook his head in frustration when Rihayne returned from putting on her cap. Mistress Rihayne, if you do not care for yourself then how will you ever find a husband? How will you continue your family line? He went over to her and took the towel out of her hands. His body was close to hers, his left hip nearly touching her own as he faced her. I'm going to tell you one more time. Go upstairs to your room. Clean yourself up put some kohl on and braid your hair when it is wet. Tie your waist wrap straight. Then come back down here. I expect you to do that in the next half hour. In the meantime I will watch your kitchen. He took the towel and snapped it so that it struck her rear with a decisive pop! Now go on! I'm not here to allow you to continue as you always have, I'm here to give you a chance to make things better.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

She had no idea how to respond when he asked her how she expected to attract a husband if she didn't take care of herself. She hadn't given much thought to attracting a husband or anything of that nature she had far more to worry about at this particular point in time. She had to worry about the shop, about the new contracts for the military and guards, a lack of available help with the available workforce of the city being spread so thin. He took the towel from her hands, so close that she had to look up at him and had an inkling of how tall he was compared to her. And it made her gulp a little in nervousness. He gave her orders like she was a child and he was her father, giving her a time limit and everything. She stared up at him in shock, not certain how to react to this... and then the towel snapped, stinging across her backside with a sharp snap, making her squeal as she jumped, stumbling backwards. I...but...you... She felt her face flush bright red, trembling a little and turning, running up the stairs as fast as she could, rubbing the little stinging spot on her ass where he had snapped the towel on her. She didn't know why she obeyed him, but she did, throwing off her clothes, showering herself again and braiding back her wet hair, twisting it up and pinning it up. She dressed in clean clothes once more, tied her apron on once more. Kohl....she'd never really been one to wear such things, but she was nervous about coming downstairs without it. Still, the half hour time limit ticked closer and closer, and eventually she felt the lesser evil to be to show up without one component of his instructions than to not show up at all. She made her way nervously down the stairs, her fingers twisting into her apron as she closed the door behind her, hesitant to come near him once more.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

Bread cooled on the racks. Stuffed baked sandwiches waited for the lunch crowd to arrive. Stews boiled prettily on the low fires, and the last of the flat breads was coming out of the huge ovens on wide, flat paddles. The soldier looked at Rihayne absently as he pulled out the flatbreads, then did a double take. You forgot something, Mistress. How will anyone notice the gold and green specks in your eyes if you do not highlight them? He slid the breads unto the cooling racks and put the paddle aside. He dusted off his hands as he walked towards Rihayne. It's dawn now. I'll go chop some wood, but I expect you have enough time to line your eyes before the first customer arrives. He bent his head to the left, then to the right as he examined the baker. It's not bad. With a dimpled smiled he moved towards the door. How much wood do you desire split? A full cord, or half, Mistress? Outside the door was a sturdy axe hanging from a handle. The soldier thought that he would have to sharpen the axe first, but thankfully she at least had one.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

She swallowed hard but puffed up her chest and stiffened her back slightly, giving him a stern look of her own. Now look here! This is a bakery, not a tavern! I'm a baker, not a serving girl! I don't put that sort of silly stuff on my face I wouldn't even know how to do so even if I possessed such a foolish thing. Besides, it gets quite hot in here, that sort of thing would just run and melt and then I'd look horrible! Now, I took your request to go get a fresh shower and change of clothes and such but I'm not putting on makeup, and I'm quite serious about that. So...so you can go ahead and chop the wood, half a cord should be enough to suffice. Now...now shoo! She said,shaking her apron at him to emphasize her point. She hardly needed commentary on her looks she was here to do a job, not flirt with customers or any such thing like that, and certainly wasn't going to let a soldier walk into her shop and dictate how she dressed and presented herself. She didn't need to wear any silly kohl, and she didn't have any anyway. She turned her attention firmly back towards the bread, checking the stews and moving them off of the direct heat to keep them simmering but not quite boiling and began to wrap the sandwiches in parchment-like paper and put them into the warming cabinet to keep them fresh and hot. Most people came and bought their lunch for the day when they got their breakfast, as their lunch break wasn't nearly long enough to come to the store, wait in line and buy food, eat it and get back in time. Wrapped in the parchment and then in cheesecloth with a hunk of cheese, roasted potatoes and a couple of pickles, it made a fine, filling lunch for the workers and soldiers who frequented her shop. She glanced towards the soldier, blinking a moment as she realized that she'd never inquired after his name. What shall I call you anyway, sir? That sounds a bit formal, and it could get confused with customers and such around as well.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

The soldier laughed when Rihayne dressed him down. So there is some fire in those veins of yours, he teased. Finally. He stood there for a moment, grinning at her flushed face and her attempt to shoo him away. He went out back to get the axe, then brought it in to wet the blade before sharpening it. As he stood at a far table, methodically running a whetstone across the axe head, he watched her move through the kitchen and do that little dance of hers. What shall I call you anyway, sir? That sounds a bit formal, and it could get confused with customers and such around as well. He glanced up at Rihayne as he tested the edge of the axe. You can call me whatever you want, but my name is Roguel. He gave her a little wink as he hoisted the axe to his shoulder and went out back to split the wood. Soon the steady chopping of the axe could be heard, and before she realized it, the morning patrons were pouring into the little shop to buy their meals for the day.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

She stared at him in shock he'd been doing that just to get a rise out of her?? Her face flushed with embarrassed anger and she turned away, turning her attention instead to the bread baking in the ovens. Ohh, the nerve! Making such a deal about her hair and her clothes and putting on kohl! He came back in a few moments later with the axe, the blade wet before he settled down to sharpen it and she sniffed a little, still perturbed at the whole exchange. Well, Master Roguel...I'll appreciate you to stay out of my personal affairs in such an intrusive manner. I'm a grown woman and I can look after my own affairs. I...I appreciate your friendship with my parents but...but for right now, until they return, I'm the mistress of this establishment and I wish to be treated as such. She folded her arms and glowered at him in what she hoped was an intimidating, business like manner, but at the same time she knew that she didn't look very intimidating in the least. Still, it was a good effort and she was proud that she'd stood up for herself to a bully, even if he was a well-intentioned one. He'd scarcely gotten outside and begun to chop wood when the first patrons began to come in and she was in the middle of her normal morning maelstrom, taking coin, passing out breakfast pastries and refilling large tureens of boiling hot tea and coffee for the breakfast crowd, eager to have something to kick them into the right mindset for a day of work. She was used to the cheerful chaos that her store housed, and was entirely in her element when it came to doling out meals, hot beverages and smiles to the people that clamored to her shop. Busy as it was, tiring as it could be, she loved every minute of it, wouldn't have traded it for the world.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

Not Master Roguel. I work for you just Roguel. He smiled when she said that she was the mistress of the shop and he took a step to put him close to her folded arms. And it's good to see you taking charge. It looks good on you. Later that day the crowds had begun to die away when the soldier came back in. He had resharpened and cleaned the axe, which he hung up in a cabinet near the rear door. Roguel waited until the last customer had collected her bag of loaves before approaching the counter. The wood is cut and stacked, mistress. Do you have someone to bring more in the morning? He grinned at her apprentice and gave him a smack on the arm. Are you giving Mistress Rihayne a hard time? The kid shrugged. No more than usual, I guess. Roguel laughed. All right. Mistress, if you're done with me then I suppose I should get out of your hair until tomorrow morning. He reached out and pushed some of the loose strands of her hair away from her face. You should keep these pinned back, you know. You have lovely eyes.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

She really didn't have any idea how to respond to Roguel's comment about her eyes, her hand moving up to smooth her hair back as she blushed furiously, glancing away in embarrassment. Y...you're being very silly now, Roguel. And...and I'm not anyone's Mistress either, so you can simply just call me Rihayne. He was...if she wasn't certain of his teasing intention to simply try to fluster her, she'd have thought for certain that he was flirting with her. That was a silly notion though and didn't bear any more consideration of it. She glanced at Kline a moment before shaking her head and turning her attention back to the ovens. Well, if you want to leave, that's fine. I can carry wood in myself in the morning, so there's nothing to worry about there. I have several other chores if you don't have anything else to do, so you're more than welcome to come back. If you want to wait a few moments, I'll pack you up a lunch for later.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

Roguel smiled and reached across Rihayne to pluck a small biscuit from the counter. He was terribly close to her, only a hand's breath apart at the most. You shouldn't have to carry wood, Rihayne. I'll do that for you later tonight, but I have work to do this afternoon. You'll wait for me, won't you? He smiled and glanced over at Kline. I'll wait for lunch. Hey, kid, what do you want to do with yourself after all this? I mean, you're not quite the type to want to grow up and be a baker. What do you want out of life? As they talked, a man walked by the window and glanced in. His eyes flashed red for a moment when he saw Roguel inside. The soldier straightened up and became a bit serious until the man disappeared out of sight. He listened to Kline's words, but he seemed slightly preoccupied.
Thread: Female slave/bottom Looking for (FxM) (FxF) (FxOther) (new Star Wars plot)

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Thread: Female slave/bottom Looking for (FxM) (FxF) (FxOther) (new Star Wars plot)

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Thread: Female slave/bottom Looking for (FxM) (FxF) (FxOther) (new Star Wars plot)

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Thread: Female slave/bottom Looking for (FxM) (FxF) (FxOther) (new Star Wars plot)

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Thread: Female slave/bottom Looking for (FxM) (FxF) (FxOther) (new Star Wars plot)

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Thread: Female slave/bottom Looking for (FxM) (FxF) (FxOther) (new Star Wars plot)

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Thread: The Forbidden Forest (Winter && RoleplayMaster)

Kara had been warned all her life to stay away from the Forbidden Forest. Coincidentally, she had never had it explained to her exactly why she needed to stay away from it, just that she did. She had asked around in her village, and it turned out that no one else had any idea why they needed to stay away, either. It had just... Been that way for as long as anyone could remember. Maybe she was just more curious than anyone else in her little village, but the more she had thought about it, the more that Kara had wanted to know why the Forbidden Forest was so forbidden. And, since she couldn't get her answers from anyone else, she had decided that she was going to go and find out. She didn't expect that she was going to find anything, really. If it had been ages and ages since anyone had even gone there, like the tales suggested, then whatever threat had been present was probably gone-- if there had ever even been a threat in the first place. Or if there was a threat, it was surely some sort of malicious conspiracy on the part of the town elders, which it would be her duty to expose if she learned of it. And so, one night when the moon was full, she had quietly snuck from her house, via the window in her bedroom. She crept through the empty streets of her little village, making her way toward the Forbidden Forest. Her stealth was entirely necessary at any given time, there were no fewer than four volunteer guards patrolling around the edge of the trees nearest town to keep people from heading inside-- another unnecessary measure, she was certain, because she was very much convinced that there was nothing all that dangerous there the more that she thought about it. She hid in the shadow of a house as she waited for the next patrol of the guards went by, and then, when she was sure the coast was clear, she made a run for it. She ran until the town was out of sight which barely took any time at all because the trees were so dense, and then she stopped to catch her breath, looking around. And perhaps it was just because it was so dark in the forest the leaves of the trees above kept most of the moonlight from reaching the forest floor, but it was... Really kind of eerie. Not forbidden-eerie, or anything, but maybe a little less welcoming than a typical forest at night could be. She decided she'd only stay for a little while to have a look around, and then she'd turn back... But then, once that 'little while' had passed, she realized something quite scary indeed she had no idea how to get back to town.