Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Aereth decided to take his suggestion of Threads of Fate, knowing she wanted something immediately. She was too impatient to wait. Surprisingly, she enjoyed the pointless small talk as they traveled. When the topic about current events began, she listened intently, stepping closer to Procyon as she let the new information sink in. A lot had happened in her absence and she was disturbed that she'd missed so much. The Banshee Queen was now her War Chief? Aereth blinked, surprised, but also curious to know more. As each piece of knowledge shifted to the next she found herself growing dizzy over the amount of information. By the time he'd finished, giving her insight into why her arguments kept coming up, she felt a slight throb in her head. She wondered where she would go now that so much had happened. Where did she fit in? They came to a corner and she stopped walking, turning to look at him when he mentioned a place for her to stay. Her lips were already quirked into a smirk as she sensed the shift in his tone. Hmm? She looked at him curiously, her mind wandering at thoughts of payment. Aereth had been ready to comment but she stopped when she saw him lean in towards her. She was frozen as his lips brushed her neck, the shocking tease of his teeth making her gasp. When was the last time she'd felt the brush of a man's lips against her skin? Without thinking otherwise, her hand rose to touch the back of his neck before he could pull away, so that when he did, her hand caressed along the side of his face. The thrill of attraction shot through her as she met his golden eyes. I believe this is an arrangement I can't pass up... Her words were a soft purr. He was bold. Even before she'd offered a way of payment for his aid, he had been willing to help her. It was that which caused her to make the offer in the first place. She found herself attracted to his unbiased viewpoints and the strength which she could clearly see defined in his body. Aereth pressed the tip of her fingernail into his cheek, dragging it down the side of his face until it fell of the tip of his chin. Oh...Look... She passed him, Threads.... When she was a few steps away she glanced over her shoulder, giving him a heated look. Why don't you wait for me out here? She was looking forward to becoming further associated with him. Without another word she found herself in front of the shop, pushing open the door and starting to browse the selection of ready made clothing. A flash of red fabric and golden metals caught her eye and she gravitated forward, plucking the pieces up one by one. Not only would they leave her abdomen delightfully bare, but her legs would breathe in the open slits of the skirted cloth. Fitted together with gleaming gold, she found herself in awe. It was perfect. With detachable shoulder pieces, she could comfortably wander the city without being weighed down or burdened by battle regalia. These.... She pointed to them and the shop owner approached with a smile, informing her of the price. Aereth reached into her travel bag, pulling out the necessary funds and dumping them into the owner's hand. She inquired if there was a place she could change immediately and she was pointed to a back room. It took her a few minutes to pull off the heavy furs, but when she was finally unburdened she sighed with relief. Aereth started to slip on the much lighter clothing, enjoying the feel of the well made fabrics and metal ties and clips. For something that wasn't tailored to her, it fit perfectly. Her hips were draped gracefully with the red fabric, her slender legs peaking out from the high slits. Her chest was snugly wrapped and supported, her chest piece open and breathable, while her abdomen was bare. She ran a hand over her skin and smiled, About time... She mumbled, I was melting in those furs... She chose to stick the shoulder pieces in her bag, and requested that the owner get rid of her furs or resell them, it didn't matter. After adjusting her new boots, she left the shop, immediately fixing her green orbs on Procyon. Does this better suit your fancy, Huntmaster? She teased, approaching him slowly and with a knowing smile.