Chadwick's Hearty Party

*UNDER CONSTRUC.*

Fifteen days of trecking, finding more shopkeeps who could barely stand at
their service desk and businesses with 'closed due to lethargy' signs. Finally,
Chadwick came accross a fateful encounter where he made an agreement with a
farmer taking a cart out of town. "I am taking this cart far into the
wastes away from any living thing." Chadwick looked puzzled at the man but
was keen at the prospect. "You don't have anything in your cart to
transport my mort." The stranger stared directly through the young reveler,
eyes as dead as the soul the window for. "And yet I'll go further than I
ever have before." The sentiment seemed strange but Chadwick wasn't going
to turn down a free lift.

The paint brush water
coloured sky neglected to tell Chadwick that they had travelled for but an
afternoon but the aches in his spine from cart wheel on stone told him it had
been much longer. While fading in and out of depression naps, the notion of
something on the horizon made him snap to attention ensuring it wasn't just a daydream
pulling synapses in his mind. There it was, a giant abalone grey tent adorned
with bones of gargantuan beasts far off in the horizon. With many smaller tents
dotted around it, he could already see bonfires and roistering in the distance.
Leaping from the cart with reckless abandon, thanking the cart driver never
crossed his mind and yet, neither did he cross the driver's.

Hours in, Chadwick was up
to his aesophagus in food, drugs and drink taking it all in as if gaudy
provender. All of his senses stood electrified in bloated overload at the
nauseating display of debaucherous carousal. Everyone around him a potential
mate and each of them imbibing something delicious. If his brain was in sound
place, he would wonder if he had died on the way here and made his way to an
afterlife. This was more than he had ever hoped for and just as the smell of
sausage the size of an entire livestock roasting over open fire caught his
nostrils, an even more tantilizing sight took him away just as hastily.

Two young women approached
him with eyes fixated as if asps eying down a fattened rodent. Both refusing
the use of robes, one had flesh like onyx, A drow who's form was toned the way
an acrobats would be with near every aspect of her available for the audience
to admire. Fine silver-white hair flowed down over her figure contrasting her
skin tone vividly. The light argent jewelry adorning her from head to toe told
all that her confidence in her own beauty was matched only by her companion.
Almost as if the opposite, a Shadar-kai with pale alabaster skin akin to
Czajka's full-moon glow. Her hair was dyed obsidian black with shards of the
stone woven in for good measure. In the same style of jewelry worn beside her,
intricate black tattoos laced her body hugging the natural lines in her body in
a way that could only be described as art. Introducing themselves with the most
eloquent of cadence, the two before Chadwick said no more than their names
stirring a deep lust within him for just a sentence more of their siren voices.

"Wax", "and
Wane"

Without so much as a word,
the two women took the young man, an arm from each woman lacer underneath his
own to drag him into a nearby tent. Chadwick's brain was reeling at a million
distances per minute wondering what he had done to score such beautiful
company. Sitting him down, their simultaneous grace and synergy was beyond
words, kneeling either side of him quick to get to work. Without speaking, they
began to take into their hands his head, then shortly after his limbs. Tilted
this way and that, it wasn't long before Chadwick was beginning to wonder
exactly what foreplay this was meant to be.

"An acceptable
subject." spoke Wax, her pale hands gripping his chin with unexpected
strength tilting it towards her partner.

"The Crown will find a
purpose for him." admitted Wane, midnight fingertips sending his head back
the way it came.

This was not the party
weekend Chadwick had planned. Attempting to stand, two palms of steel held him
down withnot a drop of sweat dropped.

Synchronised, they spoke
the last thing the poor unfortunate soul's mortal ears would ever hear.

"Goodnight~"