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Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

You aren't a mind reader. He spoke softly, in his own round about way of comforting her. Surely whatever was clearly bothering her could be left behind if she came to terms with the fact that people often do less than favorable things for different reasons. Maybe there's a rational behind all of this, and you can't possibly know why. Perhaps this was more a practice of existentialism. That humans were born gullible and remain incapable. But, he certainly didn't mean it this way. Her cooing was interesting for sure, and it certainly intrigued him. But, he wouldn't stop mulling over just what he should call her outside of all of the previous ways he referred to her. Surely 'Hart' wasn't the last name she was meant to have, he knew that much. And yet, he wanted to figure out in a deeper sort of way. Did this full name hold any value to her? He didn't really want to ask, because her answer would clearly be filtered through her perspective. And this would be less than satisfactory for him. His hands retreated from the tub as he watched her drooping eyes. Yes. This place is home to many vampires who owe their lineage to my blood. Each pair is another young of my family who relies on my power to protect them as they mature enough to travel out on their own. While it may have been a fair bit to take in, her new master certainly didn't tell her everything. He doubted she had the will or health to even begin grasping the various things he could do. One step at a time. He'd have her return to health first. And luckily, they had a fair storage of human food and creature comforts to get her there. She'd just have to overlook the fact that she would be living with many little fanged teens who would feel a pull to drink from her especially delicious veins. His hands left the water as he'd begin to run his fingers through her hair, getting it wet. How are you still awake? He'd sound less serious as he cleansed her hair slowly.
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

She knew he was right of course there could be some sort of outside force at play that she would Never know about how could she. Her eye closed again for a moment she was growing tired as each moment ticked by she couldnt help it, it had been a long day for her. But she fought the sleep with fiber of her being she wanted to stay awake she wanted to continue to feel his touch on her skin she wanted to continue to talk with him. Your kindness is what is keeping me awake she smiled at him as she felt his long fingers running through her hair.
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

Looking down into the reflection of his own suddenly monstrous pulsing red glowing eyes in the water, he'd finish up cleaning her hair before holding her shoulders in his hands. Her words felt very genuine to him. He trusted she meant what she said and they both knew she wasn't in a great condition to be pretending about how she felt either. But, he wasn't sure if she was all there either. Perhaps what ailed her to make her so clearly weak had also claimed a portion of her ability to assess reality? You have a funny definition of kindness. He'd speak with a bit of the darkness from before emphasizing his words. You can see that these terms aren't the most favorable for you. Yes? He'd raise an eyebrow before standing and moving to release the plug keeping the warm water in the tub. It'd drain slowly as he plucked a towel from a nearby hanger. For your own sake, I suggest you start making less favorable assumptions about ancient creatures making you their slaves. This one was a joke as he began to dry her off and smile a little wider. At some point his voice and eyes returned to normal again during the previous sentence.
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

She looked down a moment and then back to his wonderful face. Yes kindness, you dont have to any of this, I could be be dead right now or you could have given me over to your underling as you call them, but no your here helping me get better even if I am your slave it is still more kindnes I deserve. She had worked herself up a bit in that moment she felt dizzy now and so very tired.
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

Remember that thing we were talking about? With the whole 'not being a mind reader' part? Now he seriously had to consider the possibility that what was ailing her had something to do with this. Surely she'd grasp the concept of having no freedoms after she was rested and fed? Or maybe he was miscalculating? Either there was something she had left to live for, even if she might never see such a thing again. Or she simply feared death to such an extreme. In any case, she didn't seem to imagine all of the possibilities that life brought with it. Are you thanking me for a life of dusting dirt off of my old furniture? He joked again, this time with a bit of a laugh as he finished drying her off and wrapping the towel around her torso. It's white plush protection covered the bottom of her nipples and extended just low enough to give her nudity at least a little dignity. Only a little, though. As comfy as it would be, no modest woman would wear a small towel like this even if she were alone. Lucky for this recovering woman, the interesting and beautiful Lily, she wasn't alone. His arms scooped her up again as he held her cleaned body to his own like he did before. He'd take her with him back into the darkness as they made their way through the pitch black halls. My underlings get their own blood from humans in town. I need the most.
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

As he scooped her up again in his arms her head once again pressed against his chest but this time he did not have the thin white shirts cover his strong chest and she for her only had a white towel that cover just enough to his her womanly body. Although at this point he had seen every inch of her nothing was hidden any longer. As he carried her down the hall through the blackness he could only see through she smiled softly. You May think it silly but when this morning I was told I was going to die that my life would end so quickly and accomplishing nothing in my time on earth, not even knowing the tender touch of a man as he drew me close kissing me this new lease you have given me is more than I had this morning
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

You know? I'm more prone to focus on that bit about being held close and kissed by a man. He responded calmly to her without giving her too much of a pause. And being owned by someone is hardly a new lease on life. If you ask me? I'd rather die. He guided a door open with his foot as they'd enter a large room. A circular stained glass window allowed a fair portion of moonlight in to highlight a desk on the opposite side of the room and two large leather sofas. Between the two ludicrously extravagant pieces of furniture was a single coffee table with a vase on it. Her master made his way across the room with the door shutting behind him. Once they came to the sofa on her right, he'd lay her on her back with her head resting on the arm of said sofa. This way the desk and the wall with the window was right in front of her and she could see the magically enhanced moon distorted by the stain pattern of the glass. You won't come to understand the full breath of what you've agreed to until after you are healthy. He was giving her fair warning in a calm way as he dead he to the folded blue blanket on the back of the couch and pulled it down. His large hands eased the towel from her body before scooping the blanket over and under her torso, legs and feet. The towel would lay in a rudimentary pile on the coffee table. To that end. You must rest.
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

When they entered the room her eyes were locked the magnificence stained glass window. Her eyes looked at the vibrant colors that seem to shine brightly in the moonlight. Have you ever been told your life would end with absolute certainty, have you ever felt deaths hand upon your shoulder? She so quitly she wasnt sure he heard her. I am simply thankful my journey in this world is not over and may have only just begun her words were simple nothing he could say would ever stop her for being thankful he was willing to save her life. She yawned again her closing for a long time before opening again. She had no fear of him or anything he would to her and shown in her eyes as she looked at him again. Thank you
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

He heard her. But, he thought better of answering her question straight on. The truth may have been a sort of 'one-up' on her over the topic, But he didn't see any use in making an was out of himself out of it. All she needed to know was that he didn't kill her, and she belongs to him now. Whether her life after this point could truly be better than death itself or not? That was a question that only his muse could answer, in time. As she thanked him, he leaned over her to warmly rub her rear and kiss her head. You can thank me more efficiently when you're healthy. Sleep little human. He'd instruct with a smile before leaving her at the couch and sitting in his chair behind his desk, looking over what seemed to be various little trinkets and papers.
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

Her eyes closed as she felt his warm lips on his head. She was no longer in position to fight her Ned to sleep. Her body craved sleep more than she craved air. She drew a soft breath and snuggled into the soft blue blanket he had wrapped around her. It was not long at all for sleep to take her over. It was a restful and deep sleep
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

Long straight panels opened across the ceiling to reveal slanted glass that allowed the warmth of the natural sun and the scent of fresh spring air to bring life to the room she slept in. His desk still sat in shade where he was still doing whichever kind of business she would have saw him doing before she had drifted off to sleep. The coffee table's vase had been removed and the coffee table, although round, had been pulled closer to her sofa where she slept. Upon this table were several plates and bowls ranging from grilled cheese and tomato soup to ham steaks and tall glasses of water. Lemons and raspberries adorned these plates and bowls as well in the fine selection of meals that were sure to catch her sense of smell before she could even open her eyes. Despite the prettier view of the gorgeous marble tile work beneath the red rug that ran length-wise down the large room, she wasn't left any sort of clothing and nobody moved to wake her once her food was prepared. It was Briand's assumption after having removed the bandage over her hand to find it healed, that she wouldn't need any rousing to find such beautiful morning and an array of breakfast awaiting her. Perhaps she couldn't tell, but the underlings were the ones that moved the table and put together her meals. And they did a damn good job.
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

She felt a warmth on her skin a the sun shown in on her. Her nose twitched as smelled food. It took her long moment but her purple eyes began to open. The moon light now replaced with daylight kissing her skin and food now sat beside her. She smiled softly as a realization hit her she lived to see another day. She sat up slowly, holding the blanket in front of her, but in doing so her back was completely exposed. As she looked around the room her eyes saw him sitting at the desk just as he was when she fell a sleep. She smiled as looked at him her savior, good morning she called to him softly
Thread: Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

The paper he held now was diplomacy related. It wasn't complex, but it did need his attention as he played with a peculiar knife toy contraption in his free hand. What he did was quite a bit less appealing then dealing directly with his newest prize, but this was certainly necessary as this particular paper required some form of response. This monster would prefer that the king's policy team didn't distract him like this, but he knew it wasn't wise to give them the idea that his input wasn't necessary. A delightful sound caught his ears as he sat the paper down and found Lily'a purple eyes with his own non-glowing pair. She really was a beauty, especially after the bath. He couldn't comprehend how someone with her body and blood was deemed trivial enough to just be thrown out or tossed away. Did the nobles really pester the king to this extent of tribute just because he was plucking away their daughters to sate his bloodlust? Morning. He responded with a nod as he signed the paper without even looking and stood. He'd leave the desk behind as he joined her on her couch, sitting beside her. Even with his very long black hair that didn't seem to sit still, he was much taller than Lilly. How's that body doing? He asked with a smile as he took his index finger tip to her spine between her shoulder blades and ran it slowly down to her tail bone. Around him, it was probably difficult for her to forget that absent that blanket she was entirely naked. You're invited to eat. Make your belly nice and full. It's vital that you make a full recovery.
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Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Yerinia watched the strange man and listened to his words. So he confirmed majority of what she thought, though she had never seen or heard of a man like this before. Than again. Yerinia was more enthralled with the being behind her and her work to care anything about men or women. 'What a funny man..' The purple eyes behind her, one of them furrowed as though there was an invisible brow. 'He means to seduce you..' It cackled at the scene, shaking its head, and Yerinia grunted. Well..you have seen me, so begone now! She wanted to be rid of him, the Artist had said something was funny about the man, and it's mocking voice behind her did not sit too well. It was only when he bowed, and the two of them watched him curiously, that they saw the sparks. Magic. Magic was forbidden in Wvir,. Yet here this man used it freely to summon the shells from below to introduce himself. Her stomach dropped, and the Artist shook its head as he stood. 'Oh no..this is bad.' said the Artist, though he was not speaking about the man. Yerinia had stiffened straight at the man's smile. Are you mad? She yelled, wiping her hands in the air in front of her, fling paint on him. Moron! Yerinia raised her right hand, aiming to smack the man across the face. 'Idiot girl...' The Artist covered its purple hues with it's black ghostly hands, but he split his fingers over his left eye to continue watching. Yerinia was livid. This man was a ignorant noble who flaunted his magic in front of a complete stranger begging for death.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Anmillaens face froze. Begone? Does she think me some servant of hers? His intention had been to seduce the girl, win her over, with the idea to take her in and teach her about the being lodged in her skull and how to use it, how to control it. He had perhaps expected hostility or exasperation, but not dismissal . And from her, he found, it was especially infuriating. He did not have a moment to explore that feeling, though, as she flung a hand up in front of her. He felt something wet tack onto his clothes, fleck on his chin, and he looked down. Flecks of paint dotted his tunic, multicolor speckles breaking the expanse of cream and white and silver. He put a finger to one of those globules, drawing it out of the clothing and balancing on the tip of his finger like a tiny globe. His mouth opened to speak, but his eyes caught further movement. That orb of paint sizzled into dust as he quickly freed the tiny floe of energy he had used to draw it out, his left hand lancing out and slamming into her wrist just below the joint. With a heave, he hauled her forward, breaking the balance of her legs, and then lifted. He had a foot and change over the girl, and she was small and light, making it a small task for him to lift her up to eye level by that arm with only a little strain from the angle of the lift. He held her close, barely a hands thickness between them, and locked eyes with hersmaking special note to keep his periphery cognizant of her other hand, should she try to get uppity again. To think, he spat, his voice low and dangerously dark, that a girl raised in nobility would somehow go her whole life without learning basic manners . He wiped a pair of fingers across his face, mopping up the pain on his chin and sliding it down her cheek. Perhaps it would have been more beneficial for my reputation to precede me. At least then you would know the mistake you just made.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

'Oh no!' The Artist cried, hands on it's face as it shook left to right. 'What an idiot you really are, Girl!' He watched it horror as the man reacted. Yerinia's eyes turned wide. The man was fast. The man was skilled. Artist. It had seen the whole thing transpire. It knew exactly where she had gone wrong. Yet, it could not help her. It could not reveal itself to protect her. No..the centuries it had been without anyone, it was far too weak in its state now to help the girl. It knew it should be protecting her...but for now Yerinia was on her own. P-Put me down! Somehow, the man had gotten her arm. Somehow, he was strong enough to hold her up by that arm with only one of his. Yerinia's legs kicked as she danced above the sand, a foot no doubt, to come eye level with him. He spat. Yerinia spat back. You know nothing about the ways of Wvir! Yerinia insulted. Yes. She was a noble. A noble that had been raised in isolation away from other nobles. No. The only nobles she met now were to commision paintings, or they had always been. Reputation? Yerinia had no idea who he was, besides the name he had given. She cared not to listen to rumors about this or that. No. Not anymore. The girl was too busy with the thing behind her that...was disappearing into the painting with a wave of it's fingers as if it was saying 'Good luck!' Her free hand moved, trying to hit him, and she kicked trying to make contact with his body. Put! Me! Down! Yerinia snarled.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Legs. Anmillaens eyes flicked down, catching the twisting of the hips that signified an incoming kick. Why thank you, friend, his thoughts called back, his body already moving. Amillaen let her swat at his head with her free hand, scrunching his face against her flailing hits, much more concerned about the lower body power most women possessed. As her leg lashed out, he lifted an arm, taking an abrupt step forward. Inside the fulcrum of her legs, her thigh simply meatily bounced against him, the momentum of her kick dissipating in the open air behind him, and he locked his free arm down around that thigh. He jerked her lofted arm upwards, giving her just enough lift for him to let go of that arm and transfer his hand to her upper chest. He braced that hand there and spun across, pushing her around and down by her held leg. The momentum of her falling carried him in a half circle, away from the canvas, and Yerinias back impacted the ground. The spin from the fall took most of the punch out of the landing, sending them rolling once, a motion Anmillaen quickly stabilized with an outstretched leg, coming to a halt atop her. He still held that thigh under his arm, perched between her legs with his hips pushed up against hers. I may not know the ways of Wvir, he growled, his voice very sharply opposite of the charming coo it had been just moments previous, but you do not know the ways of the rest of the world. Or my ways, clearly. That pulled a smirk to his lips, and he sat up above her, keeping close attention to the movement of her arms and one free leg as he towered above where she lay on her back. Tell me, little Yerinia, he murmured, venom thick in his voice, have you ever lain with a man?
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

He was strange. Skilled...and she felt alone. Easily he caught all her attacks before they could come to fruition. Somehow, kicking him had given him an advantage. Before she knew it, he was closer, between her legs, and fear struck her. His hand holding her arm jerked it up making her yelp in surprise before it released her right arm and...found her breast. Yerinia brought her arms down, slamming them against him as she spun. Her wet hair swung around, hitting the back of him and some of his face in the motion. The world spun around them. Down. Down. They went. The sand broke their fall, her back smashing into it, her body bouncing. She watched as the sand shot up around them from the impact, going a foot or two in the air above them before falling down. Her hands were on his waist, pushing him away. His crotch, though it was clothed like hers, was too close for comfort. She tugged on her leg, but to no avail. Trapped. She was trapped. Release me you swine! Yerinia spat the insult. Her eyes grew large, his tone had shifted to something more menacing. She stared at him, arms and free leg flailing to get him off as he spoke. His ways and the rest of the world eh? No doubt she knew she did not want to find out. You wouldn't dare.. Her shoulder were tensed at the thought, paint still caked on her body drying, some of the wet paint had mixed with the sand that clung to her form. She raised her hands, moving to smack his face. The look in her eye told her all too well that he would, indeed, rape her.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Her fear-fueled insults spurred him to greater enthusiasm, keeping hold of her leg and rising to tower over her. She tried to swat at him, but he was simply too tall for her to reach anything of value up high, and the only weak spot below was safely tucked against her hips. The grin that split his face dripped with acid, his eyes lighting with a dangerous glimmer. I have dared on far greater than you, little girl. He threw the left side of his cloak back, too, revealing the sword at his hip and the belt knife perched behind it. Drawing the small utility blade, he held it for a moment between his thumb and first two fingers, delicately tracing its edge with the tip of his other hands finger. Not so fine as the other blade I carry, but more wieldy for right now, I suspect. The matter-of-factness in his voice was starkly juxtaposed to the darkness creeping into his eyes, an eerie contrast that made that flatness of his words somehow more remarkably unsettling. Anmillaen very suddenly lunged down, curling the blade into his fist point-down and driving it viciously down into the sand next to her head. His face came close to hers in the process, their noses nearly touching, the heat of his eyes nearly palpably radiating into hers. He let her bask in the shock of it for only a tick of a clock before immediately grabbing for her wrists, aiming to pin them up in the sand over her head.
Thread: Masks [Lagertha x Ryees]

Stillness followed her body as he towered over her even sitting up. This man was menacing, and she needed help. Her mouth parted to scream out, shouting the word, Helllp! , over and over she repeated it. The blade caught her by surprise. Of course, why would he not have a weapon on him? No doubt he had been in battle. Darkness seemed to be creeping into the picture, malice in his voice. Still, she screamed for help, only to find... The blade stashed in the sound next to her face. Some strands of her hair were caught under its edge, separating by its weight. She gulped. He could dispose of her. Eyes widened. Fear inevitable. They stared into his, as if looking through glass to see his soul. Stiff like a corpse, Yerinia was as he gripped her wrists. Her eyes twitched. You mean to kill me? The words were forced. Parting, her lips moved, wondering if she should attempt to scream again.