The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)
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				Title: <strong>The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 01:38:28</strong>
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				Namira got out of the battered old car, and paid the driver the amount he requested.&nbsp; She was a little disconcerted by the strange looks he was giving her, but his english was limited, and she didn't speak his language.&nbsp; She still didn't know why she was there, what had made her take this route, but as she stood on the street, the tavern looked welcoming, with its blazing lights and the strains of faint music issuing from it.&nbsp; She hoped they did meals, she was starving.&nbsp; At that thought her stomach growled, really loudly, and that earned her another strange look from the taxi driver.&nbsp; He slammed the door of his car and drove off at speed.<br><br>She hitched her holdall onto her shoulder, wrapped her coat over her arm, and made her way into the tavern.&nbsp; She hoped they would understand some English, and her heart was beating at a rapid rate as she approached the bar.&nbsp; She could feel the eyes of the patrons all turn her way, and felt very uncomfortable, as she moved through their midst towards the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;They would see a beautiful young woman, with long thick hair, such a dark brown that it was almost black. She moved with an easy grace, her long legs, and slender figure almost cat-like.<br>"Do you speak English?" she asked a very pretty girl with blonde hair who was standing behind the bar.&nbsp; The girl shook her head, and Namira looked around, as if she were hoping for rescue of some sort.&nbsp; Then the girl was pointing, saying something that sounded like "Inglese".&nbsp; Namira's startling green eyes turned in the direction she was pointing, and she hoped she was right in her understanding, that the young woman was pointing to someone that spoke English.&nbsp; Namira hoped he would be able to interpret for her, otherwise she was going to have difficulty.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 11:34:15</strong>
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				The barmaid was pointing towards the rear of the big room, where a rather large group of raucous young men were being, well, young and raucous. They were all in various states of inebriation, but hell bent on getting as drunk as possible as fast as possible, from the looks of things. A young blond, who could have been the barmaid's twin (and in fact, quite possibly was), was just setting down a large tray covered with 2-liter pitchers of beer. Any of the group who realized their own pitcher was not yet empty took quick steps to remedy the situation before trading it for a new, full one. The whole thing was of course accompanied by loud comments made at the pretty girl, complete with attempted gropings and pinchings, which the girl seemed quite practiced at eluding. While Namira couldn't understand their language, she was sure she could make a damn well reliable transcript of what was said. Boys will be boys everywhere, it seems.<br><br>One particular member of the group caught her eye, however. He stood - or rather leaned against one of the room's large wooden support beams - in what would be the center of the group, if someone cared to try and plot such relationships at all. And while he seemed to be the hub of it in more ways than the physical - the others were constantly addressing him, looking for his approval or in some case enviously - he seemed to also not belong there at all. What's more, he was staring right at her.<br><br>Seeing her turn to him, he left his position with a quiet word to his companions, and made his way towards her. He seemed to glide across the room more than walk, so fluid and graceful was his motion. He stood a full head taller than her, she realized, his hair sandy and shoulder length, caught back in a simple pony tail. His eyes, however, were what threw her off balance. Bright green, they seemed somehow.. off, and she found she could not break his gaze, however hard she tried.<br><br>"Allow me to introduce myself, Alexander Koshka" he gave a slight bow, extending his hand. "My friends call me Sasha." His voice was soft, his Eastern-European accent subdued but evident, which almost made his R's sound like a purr. Those weird eyes glittered as he gave her a crooked smile. " You look... lost." It wasn't really a question.
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 23:20:25</strong>
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				Namira looked up into those mesmerising eyes, and murmured, "Hello!&nbsp; I'm Namira, and I think you could say I'm lost."&nbsp; She gave a shy smile.&nbsp; "I wonder if you could help me.&nbsp; I would have liked to get a room and some food if possible.&nbsp; I'm so glad I met someone that can speak English, or I would have been stuck!&nbsp; I've been travelling for days, to get here, and its really good to meet you Sasha!"&nbsp; She stopped suddenly as she realised she must sound like a mad woman, she was rambling, and she had no idea why.&nbsp; Her heart was pounding, and she felt very strange.&nbsp; It was almost as if she were drunk, but she hadn't been drinking at all.&nbsp; What on earth was wrong with her?
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 23:32:02</strong>
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				"A pleasure to meet you, Namira. Perhaps we should take a seat, yes? The food here is quite palatable, and you can tell me of your travels." He flashed her a wide grin, revealing perfect white teeth, that may have been just a tad too sharp, or maybe that was her imagination.<br><br>He led her to a quiet area in the back, away from the loud group of revelers, and waved one of the blond twins over. " What are you in the mood for, Namira? I recommend the stew." He looked up to the waitress. " And some hot cider, to chase the chill away."
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>21-03-2007, 19:19:42</strong>
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				"Thank you, stew sounds good. " She nodded to the girl, as the man who had introduced himself as Sasha made his recommendations.&nbsp; He seemed friendly enough, and it was amazing to meet someone who had eyes as green as hers.&nbsp; True they were a different shade of green, but they were just as startling, and very hypnotic.&nbsp; She was having trouble looking anywhere other than at those eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm so grateful for your help, it's not easy when you don't speak the language, but I just had to visit this area."&nbsp; As she spoke she realised that was true, but she hoped he wouldn't ask her why she felt she had to visit this area, because she just didn't know.&nbsp; Something had compelled her to make this journey, but she was damned if she knew just what that was.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>25-03-2007, 14:16:42</strong>
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				Sasha nodded and smiled at the waitress as she put a couple of steaming mugs in front of them, the scent of fruit and spices quickly filling the air.<br><br>" So you came here from far away, yes? But you do not know why it is you come." Again, not a question, but a statement. His eyes stared into her own, piercing the veils of steam and anonymity, and it seemed for a second that she could see herself mirrored in them, but the image was strange, distorted and troubling. Or maybe it was just the vapors.<br><br>"Ah, here comes your stew. Eat up, before it grows cold!" he smiled that winning smile at her again, as he tore apart the loaf of dark bread that came with the bowl, and motioned for her to dip some in it.
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>26-03-2007, 13:10:40</strong>
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				It seemed natural for the girl to do as this man said, so she complied without thinking.&nbsp; The stew was tasty, and she had been extremely hungry, so she made gentle noises of pleasure, as the food satisfied her.<br><br>She swallowed the mouthful she had taken.&nbsp; "Mmm, thats wonderful!"&nbsp; She ate another mouthful before she aswered his comment.<br><br>"Yes that's right.&nbsp; I never thought of visiting this area, but just found myself travelling here.&nbsp; It's strange really, but from what I've seen, this is certainly a very beautiful part of the world.&nbsp; Have you always lived here?"&nbsp; She again complied with his instruction, as she tore a chunk from the piece of bread, cut far too thick to be called a slice, and dunked it into the stew.&nbsp; She enjoyed the flavours as she waited for his reply.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>26-03-2007, 14:19:38</strong>
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				For a few moments, he just sat there and watched her eat, a faint shadow of a smile on his lips. While he looked very relaxed as he sat, idly swirling the steaming cider in his mug, he nevertheless gave off the impression that he was quite alert, ready to leap up from the chair in a blink of an emerald eye.<br><br>" It is beautiful, yes. And dangerous, some might say." He chuckled quietly. " And yet other might say those are one and the same, yes?" He spoke quietly, and yet she could hear him perfectly well even over the hubbub of the crowded tavern. " I have lived here... a long time. Long time." Something seemed to pass over his eyes momentarily, like a dark cloud. But it was quickly gone, and again she wasn't sure if her tired mind wasn't playing tricks on her.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>27-03-2007, 02:48:37</strong>
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				She really enjoyed the stew, and continued to eat as they conversed.&nbsp; She was a little bit puzzled by his comment about being there a very long time, but she didn't like to seem as if she were prying too much, so didn't push for further information.<br><br>She turned the conversation to her other concern.&nbsp; "Do they have rooms here too?&nbsp; I really need somewhere to sleep tonight, and if possible a few nights. Now I'm here, I'd like to explore the area"<br><br>She had finished the stew, and was sipping from the mug of cider.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>29-03-2007, 12:20:23</strong>
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				" Let me inquire for you," he smiles, and motions the blond waitress over. He asks her a question, to which the answer given seems positive, but somewhat reluctant. Smiling at Namira apologetically, the waitress leaves them again.<br><br>" I have good news, and bad" he tells her. " The good news is, they do have one last room available. The bad - well, it's the worse room they have, which is why it is the only vacant one. It is in the attic, has no heat or washing facilities... and the roof leaks." He shrugs, motioning with his palms as if to say 'it's up to you but I wouldn't recommend it'.
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>31-03-2007, 12:11:19</strong>
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				Namira's eyebrow quirked, as she heard the news.&nbsp; "I don't have much in the way of an alternative, Sasha, I'll have to take it unless I want to sleep on a park bench somewhere, and i think that may be worse!"&nbsp; She shrugged her shoulders expressively.<br><br>"I'll move on tomorrow, find somewhere more comfortable."
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>04-04-2007, 11:27:01</strong>
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				He studied her a moment, as if contemplating his next move before leaning in slightly, his features underlit by the flickering candle on their table.<br><br>" Perhaps then, you would consider this offer. It may be a bit... how do you say, presumptious? But I could not in good conscience let you subject yourself to these 'accomodations'." His distaste for the offered room was quite obvious. " I live not far outside of the town. It is not a fancy hotel perhaps, but I think I can offer slightly better rooming than what is on the table at the moment. You will have complete privacy, of course, in the guest quarters. And then tomorrow, if you wish, you can 'move on' as you say. What do you think?"<br><br>He leaned back, his face falling out of the candlelight again, his eyes nevertheless glimmering at her from the relative shadows.
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>10-04-2007, 14:13:17</strong>
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				"Ohh i couldn't possibly put you to that trouble...could I?"&nbsp; Namira desperately wanted to take him up on his offer, but she was genuinely worried that she might be imposing upon him.&nbsp; She also had a vague feeling as if warning bells were chiming somewhere in her head.&nbsp; Was it foolish to consider going to the house of someone she had just met, someone she knew nothing about?&nbsp; She weighed up her alternatives.&nbsp; Was she any safer here in the inn?&nbsp; He assured her she would have privacy in his guest room, and wasn't the hopitality in this area legendary?&nbsp; <br><br>She had a strange feeling though, just like the compulsion that had got her here in the first place.&nbsp; If he made the offer once more, she would take it.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>11-04-2007, 11:07:25</strong>
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				Alexander waved his hand dismissively. "It is nothing, really. The house is big and mostly empty now, and the staff will be pleased to have someone to... tend to." He smiled as if amused by a private joke of some kind.<br><br>" But more to the point," he leaned in again, his hand taking her own, his touch cool but confident, used to getting his way, " more to the point - I would love having you as a guest, and be allowed to instruct you in our ways." His eyes flashed momentarily, an almost eerie green that she was sure had nothing to do with the flickering candle flame. "Perhaps you will gain insight to the reason for your... pilgrimage."
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>12-04-2007, 00:23:28</strong>
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				A shiver ran through the girl as Sasha picked up her hand, but she couldn't identify the feeling it gave.&nbsp; It was a combination of fear, excitement, but beneath all that there was something else, something almost like recognition, a feeling of homecoming that didn't make sense to her at all.<br><br>"You are very kind, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate your offer, I would love to come to stay with you.&nbsp; And if you can fill me in on some of the history of the region, well that would be wonderful!"&nbsp; The girl smiled into his eyes, a fleeting frown crossing her features, as they flashed strangely.&nbsp; It was gone as soon as it appeared, and she dismissed it, assuming she had seen some strange trick of the light , reflecting into his.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>12-04-2007, 11:21:44</strong>
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				Sasha grinned at her, revealing 2 rows of perfect white teeth. "Purrfect!" he said in that rolling accent of his, which made it sound as if he was indeed purring. Glancing down, he noticed that Namira had totally cleaned out her bowl of stew.<br><br>"More stew? Or perhaps something else? Or actually, if you are tired we can head to the House so you can rest for the night." He motioned the waitress over, waiting to hear what Namira decides and give the appropriate instructions.
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 08:29:00</strong>
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				"Oh no thank you, Im quite full.&nbsp; I'd really appreciate getting some rest, if thats' ok."&nbsp; She bent to pick up her bag, her head swimming slightly, she assumed with tiredness.&nbsp; <br><br>She had to stifle a yawn as she straightened up, and hoped he hadn't seen.&nbsp; She didn't want to make him think she was bored by him, but she had been travelling for many hours, and sleep was calling.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>18-04-2007, 12:00:27</strong>
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				Sasha smiled and nodded at her, fluidly rising from his own chair. If he noticed her yawn, he gave no sign of it. He spoke a few words to the waiting blond serving girl, who in turn smiled at them and gave a small curtsy before returning to her work.<br><br>"Shall we, then?" he motioned towards the tavern door, and followed her to it, passing her swiftly at the last step to hold it open for her. The night air was cool and crisp, the waxing moon high and bright, only a night or two away from full glory. The street was empty and dark, pools of light from the tavern windows illuminating the faint mist that clung to cobblestones.<br><br>There was a low rumbling as a darker shape broke through the mists towards them, materializing into a long black old fashioned town car. It stopped in front of them, and the driver jumped out to hold the door open for them, face hidden by the dark and his Chauffeur's cap.<br><br>Sasha again motioned her to go first, and followed her into the spacious back seat. The door closed after him, and within a moment they were under way.<br><br>"It is but a short drive to my home, perhaps 10 minutes. 15, if the mist is heavier outside town" he said, almost apologetically.
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>22-04-2007, 11:14:40</strong>
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				One hand unconsciously caressed the supple leather that covered the seat as Namira sat back into the car.&nbsp; She wondered once more just who this man was, a man who had a chaffeur to drive him a 10 minute journey, but then perhaps he didn't hadn't learnt to drive himself.<br><br>"It does seem to be getting a little misty, is that normal for this time of year in this area?"&nbsp; Conversation about the weather seemed a safe enough subject, but then she wondered why she felt it necessary to choose a 'safe' subject.&nbsp; When she examined the thought she realised she was feeling quite nervous, and began to consider whether she had done the right thing, accepting an invitation to a strange man's home.&nbsp; Analysing further, she realised the adrenaline running through her system wasn't just nervousness, it was excitement.&nbsp; There might be a frisson of danger in the atmosphere, but it was thrilling, and she wanted to know more about her companion, whatever the outcome.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>23-04-2007, 10:54:08</strong>
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				"Oh yes, quite.. normal." Sasha seemed a bit amused at either the question or his own answer, but did not elaborate. The car had already left the town, and was following a winding road through the countryside, it's headlights piercing though the darkness and sweeping as the car turned this way and that. He rolled down a window halfway, letting the cool night air in.<br><br>"This area, it is beautiful, but not without dangers to the unwary," he said, turning to face her. "Beauty and danger, they seem to go together, no?" his eyes lowered and rose slowly, noticeably, running over her figure. A lone wolf howled in the distance, answered a moment later by several others. "This combination, it is exciting, is it not? You can almost.. smell it in the air!" his nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply, leaning slightly towards her.
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 06:54:34</strong>
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				As his eyes ran over her body, she shivered, it was almost as if someone were running hands over her, and she had to bite back a soft gasp.&nbsp; The mournful sound of the wolves howling made her jump, and her eyes widened, but she had to agree with what he was saying.<br><br>"You're right, it is exciting.&nbsp; That fearsome sound, of the wolves out there, signals danger, and yet it is a wonderful beautiful thing..." Her voice turned wistful.&nbsp; "...it makes you want to answer them, as if they were speaking to your soul..."&nbsp; She looked into his eyes, embarrassed with her flight of imagination.&nbsp; "You must think I'm silly, I do apologise!"
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>26-04-2007, 11:41:21</strong>
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				" Not at all silly, my child." He didn't sound at all mocking or condescending calling her that, despite the fact that he looked to be about the same age as her, maybe just a tad older. " A wolf's howl will soon touch you even deeper and stronger than you may imagine." He grinned at her again, green eyes flashing. " You know what they say about cats and dogs..." He held her gaze a moment longer, before turning back to lean in his seat again, and point ahead. "Here we are, my humble home."<br><br>The towncar was heading up a hill, following a winding road along it's side. At the top, nestled in a grove of what must be centuries-old oaks, was a small mansion. It looked at least as old as the trees, but very well preserved. The main building consisted of 3 stories, with a tower at each end rising half as high again. There were several outbuildings, some obvious in functionality like the barn and stables, some unclear in the dark. The car made it's way to the front door - an impressive thing of some dark wood hanging on sturdy looking metal hinges - and stopped, the driver hopping out to hold the car door open for them. Sasha climbed out of the car, and offered her his hand in assistance.
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 14:03:56</strong>
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				Namira was puzzled by Sasha's comment, but she didn't get chance to ask about it,&nbsp; as they arrived at his home.&nbsp; she placed her hand in his outstretched one, to get out of the car, and stopped looking up in awe at the house before her.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes widened, and she turned to him, a slight laugh in her voice, "Humble? I think your idea of humble and mine differ somewhat Sasha!"
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 18:46:07</strong>
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				Sasha merely waves his hand dismissively, and leads her up the few marble steps to the front door, already held open by a servant - a shy young woman who fails to meet Namira's eyes but does give a curtsy as she passes by her.<br><br>The inside is dimly lit, just enough to make out the the foyer is large, and contains furnishings and decorations that look to be as old as the house itself. They are quickly greeted by another servant, an elderly matron this time, who also seems to be as old as the house, but energetic and businesslike all the same. She converses quietly with Sasha for a moment, before looking to Namira, and gesturing her to follow.<br><br>" Sveta will take you to your room now. Hot water for a bath will be delivered momentarily - while there is no shortage of it, I'm afraid we lack some aspects of modern plumbing" he smiled apologetically. " Feel free to ask her for anything else you might need. While she does not speak English very well, she understands it perfectly. Breakfast will be served down here in the morning. I myself will be awake for a while yet should you desire other company than the pillows, and if not - I bid you sweet dreams."
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>06-05-2007, 00:12:35</strong>
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				Namira was having difficulty reading her host. She usually had very good instincts, but she couldn't tell whether Sasha was trying to persuade her to go to bed, or whether he would like her company for a while. <br><br>She herself would like to converse a while, to get to know this enigmatic man a little better, but it seemed logical to take the bath that was offered and then get ready for bed.&nbsp; She was tired she had to admit.&nbsp; <br><br>"You are so kind.&nbsp; I would really appreciate a bath.&nbsp; If you don't mind, I'll make a decision about coming back down for your company when I've taken the bath.&nbsp; I would love to chat more, but I have a feeling that a warm bath might just make the prospect of bed seem much more appealing!"&nbsp; She laughed and hoped he would understand.&nbsp; Perhaps his reaction now would clarify her mind about his desires.
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				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>06-05-2007, 11:50:04</strong>
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				Sasha smiles back at her. " Yes, I thought the bath might lull you into sleep. Please feel free to do as you please while you are staying here, the house and staff are at your service, as am I." he gives a small bow. " As I said, I will be here if you wish to talk, but the choice is yours either way."<br><br>He pauses a moment, thinking, then continues. "If you do not wish to come down here when you are done, but do wish to talk more, have Sveta come fetch me, and I will come to your rooms. And, of course if you are hungry&nbsp; or thirsty, our kitchens are always manned." He chuckles as if at some private joke. " Meals here can be... irregular. In both hours and contents."
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				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>06-05-2007, 22:15:52</strong>
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				Namira couldn't fault his generosity or hospitality, in fact she found it a little overwhelming.&nbsp; She was more reserved herself, but she had heard that people were much more open and friendly in this part of the world, and now she was seeing the proof herself.<br><br>"You are so kind, I really must thank you for looking after me this way."&nbsp; She refused any more refreshement as she had eaten plenty of the hearty stew at the inn, and was sure she wouldn't want anything else until at the earliest breakfast time.&nbsp; "I hope I won't be too tired, because I would enjoy some more conversation with you.&nbsp; I may well take you up on your offer, if Sveta would fetch you when I've finished with the bath."&nbsp; She thought it was a little unconventional, for a man to visit his guest in her bedroom, but she was willing to go along with the customs in the area, and it would mean she could be relaxed, in her own room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>07-05-2007, 10:38:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sveta ushered her up the stairs to the second floor, and led her along a dimly lit corridor, past a couple of doors,&nbsp; opening the third and showing her in.<br><br>The room was in fact a small suite of rooms. The main room contained a couple of sofas, a small round table with 4 chairs and a writing desk. The floor was covered by a thick rug, and tapestries hung on the bare stone walls, serving as both decoration and a means of slight insulation against the cold. A fire was burning in the fireplace, but it must have just been lit as the room was still quite chilly.<br><br>Another door led into a small bedroom, taken up mostly buy an old fashioned 4-poster canopy bed. A chest of drawers stood to the side, next to a small vanity table. A smaller fire burned in here, though being much smaller, this room was already quite cozy. Just then, a polite knock was heard from behind, as 2 younger girls stood in the doorway, each carrying 2 buckets of steaming water. Sveta motioned for them to enter, and they did, passing through the small bedroom into the adjoining bathroom, emptying their buckets into a large bath that stood in it's center. The bath itself was a work of art, made green marble and standing on 4 golden cat paws. Sveta pointed at a large stack of fluffy towels that laid nearby, and the small tray that hung off the side of the bath and seemed to hold various salts, soaps and a loofah. She nodded her goodbye as she left the room, pausing only to point out a velvety rope which she pulled, then pointed to herself as Namira could hear a muted chime in the distance. She closed the door behind her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 01:27:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Namira was overwhelmed by the beauty and the opulence of her surroundings.&nbsp; It was like stepping back in time, with the open fires, and servants bringing water for the bath, and she again wondered just what she had gotten herself into.&nbsp; <br><br>Namira thanked the woman as she left and hoped that she had understood, then sighed softly as she was left alone.&nbsp; She stripped off quickly, and slid into the warm water, her breath leaving her in a soft gasp as the liquid enveloped her.<br><br>She leaned back deep into the warmth, and closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to relax.&nbsp; There really was nothing like a hot bath for making a girl feel wonderful.<br><br>It wasn't long before she had to rouse herself, or she would have slept there in the wonderful marble bath, so she chose a floral scentd soap and gave herself a thorough going over with the loofah.&nbsp; By the time she had finished she was tingling all over, feeling cleaner and more refreshed than she had in a long time.&nbsp; She got out, dried herself on a fluffy towel and wondered what she should put on.&nbsp; She didn't want to go to bed, yet, she would like some more conversation, the bath had refreshed her.&nbsp; When she had decided that she got dressed, in a casual top and skirt.&nbsp; She moved over and tugged the bell pull
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>09-05-2007, 16:56:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could hear the faint chime again, coming from somewhere below here in the big house. A few moments later she heard footsteps approaching her door, and warning rap on it just before it was opened by the housekeeper. Coming inside and half closing the door behind her, Sveta looked at her inquiringly. " Meessez need somesink?" she asked, her accent thick but understandable. " Bath ok? More vater?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>13-05-2007, 00:53:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohh thank you, the bath was wonderful, I've finished with it now.&nbsp; I was wondering, Sasha said that he would come up, so that we could chat, if I wasn't too tired.&nbsp; Could you let him know that I'm not at all too tired, and would enjoy some company if he isn't too tired?"&nbsp; She hoped the woman would understand her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>13-05-2007, 17:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sveta nods curtly. " I veel tell ze Master," she says and leaves. You hear her brisk footsteps fade as she heads down the corridor and presumably downstairs, to find your host.<br><br>Only a brief moment later, there is a sharp knock on your door. Opening it reveals a smiling Sasha, holding a bottle and two glasses. " Sveta said you enjoyed your bath, and would like to continue our conversation, yes?" He too has changed into a more casual attire, consisting of black loose cotton trousers and shirt, and a pair of slippers. As he passes you into the room, you can see the back of his shirt is a depiction of a feline head, finely embroidered in silver and green. He waits for you to choose a seat before doing so himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>14-05-2007, 08:40:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohh yes thank you!" The girl's expression was a happy one as she saw him.&nbsp; "What a beautiful shirt?&nbsp; Is the embroidery hand done?"&nbsp; Namira loved all cats, and often wore cat jewellry.&nbsp; She had nothing as impressive as the shirt he was wearing though.<br><br>She perched on a sofa, as she reaslied that he wouldn't sit until she had, and she was impressed with his impeccable manners.&nbsp; He was the perfect host, indeed the perfect gentleman, and the girl was happy that she had met him.&nbsp; To her the affluent surroundings were just a bonus, it was the man himself that fascinated her, and she was looking forward greatly to getting to know him better.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>14-05-2007, 13:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, this shirt is one of my favourites. And yes, it was made by hand for me. By Sveta's mother actually, when she still had her sight and steady hand." He takes a seat across from her, setting the bottle and glasses on the small table next to them.<br><br>" I hope the room is satisfactory? If there is anything you require, I'm sure we can make arrangements to have it brought from town if we do not have it here. Please do not hesitate to ask." He sat there a moment, studying her closely, his steady gaze seemingly penetrating her through and through.<br><br>" What is it you seek here, Namira? What desire drove you to these parts?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>14-05-2007, 17:48:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Namira realised that the shirt must be an antique if it was Sveta's mother who had made it, but she was puzzled that he said it was made for him.&nbsp; She was thinking that she must have misunderstood, but didn't ask, as he was asking her if there was anything she needed.<br><br>"Nothing at all Sasha, your home is a palace, and I'm very grateful to you for allowing me to enjoy your hospitality.&nbsp; Everything is more than satisfactory."&nbsp; She smiled at him, but his penetrating gaze made her feel uncomfortable, and almost against her will she felt compelled to answer him.<br><br>"I seek answers Sasha, to...things...I don't understand.&nbsp; Changes in me... but why here, I have no idea, I just wish I knew, it might help me find the answers."&nbsp; She almost told him everything, blurted out what the changes were, but she knew he would think her crazy.&nbsp; She hadn't dared to tell anyone, for fear she would be locked away in some kind of asylum.&nbsp; It wouldn't be so bad if what was happening <strong>was</strong> all in her head, but to her it seemed so real, she couldn't believe it was all an illusion.&nbsp; And how could she tell anyone that at times she could extend what appeared to be cat's claws from her fingertips.&nbsp; She shook her head, unwilling to reveal to this man that she was obviously going out of her mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 16:33:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha studied her closely as she spoke, a small smile playing on his features. Uncorking the bottle, he poured some into the 2 glasses, handing her one. The fluid was clear, with a faint orange tint, and a strong alcoholic aroma tinged with fruit.<br><br>" A local drink, made right here from peaches from our orchard," he said before raising the glass in salute, then downing it in one gulp. " Good stuff," he laughs, " would 'put hair on your chest' as the American saying goes..." he gave her a measured look before adding " if you were not <em>already</em> inclined to grow hair... in unexpected times and places." He leaned back then, watching her closely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>16-05-2007, 21:45:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Namira was studying the drink, sipping it carefully, as it smet as if it were going to be very potent.&nbsp; Her head shot up.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>if you were not already inclined to grow hair... in unexpected times and places</em>&nbsp; His words echoed around her head.&nbsp; Her heart pounded and she felt suddenly as if she were going to faint.&nbsp; Did he know?&nbsp; Was it just coincidence? Several times now, she had noticed the hair on her arms and legs seemed thicker and longer, but then it was gone and she wondered again if it had been an illusion.<br><br>Her eyes were locked on his, and she was watching him just as much as he was watching her.&nbsp; Eventually after long moments, she sighed and made the decision.&nbsp; "You know, don't you?&nbsp; I'm going insane, aren't I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>20-05-2007, 14:17:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha leaned back, some tension visibly leaving his face, as if pleased to hear an answer he was expecting, but unsure of receiving.<br><br>"Insane? No, I wouldn't say that, though I've no doubt some members of 'civilized society' " - his face crinkled as if those last words had foul taste - " would seek to lock you up all the same. Or worse."<br><br>" I'm not sure how you've come to possess the <em><strong>trait</strong></em>, but I can assure you you are neither the first, nor the only one." He stood suddenly, and took off his embroidered shirt, revealing a lean, fit torso. He turned to drape the shirt over the back of his couch, and as he stood there with his back to her, he began <em>changing</em>.<br><br>Fine reddish hair began sprouting on the back of his neck, spreading to his shoulders and down his back, growing in thickness and length. His shoulders seemed to widen as his head flattened a bit and his ears grew long and pointy. There was a low rumbling noise, like distant thunder that grew in intensity, until she realized it was coming from him - a low, animal growl. Finally he turned to her, revealing the full extense of the change. His face had turned completely Feline, reminding her most of a cougar, though his eyes remained the same. His whole upper body was covered in rich, reddish fur that nevertheless failed to hide the rippling muscled underneath. His arms were longer now, and ended in claws, sharp nails bared and extended. He growled menacingly at her, before turning the sound into a gentle purr, a long pink tongue slipping out to lick around his mouth, giving her a glimpse of the wicked fangs inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>22-05-2007, 14:44:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Namira was a little uncomfortable, as he took off his shirt, although she was impressed with his physique, and appreciated his manly beauty very much, and blinked wondering whether she should back away.&nbsp; <br><br>Then her eyes widened, as he started to change.&nbsp; Her mouth fell open, and she stared, in disbelief, giving a little jump and a squeal as he growled.&nbsp; Her heart was pounding, but when the sound changed to a purr, she relaxed a little, and began to wonder if she were dreaming.<br><br>The magnificent creature before her was so beautiful, and she couldn't resist reaching out a hand to touch him, to see if he were real, and to see what that fur would feel like under her fingers<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>24-05-2007, 12:51:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The creature was quite real, and his fur felt as rich and soft as it looked, very much in contrast with the hard rippling muscles she could feel underneath. He held still as she stroked him, allowing her time to adjust to what she was seeing and feeling.<br><br>A few moments later, he brought his head closer to hers, and seemed to sniff her. Before she could move away, that long supple tongue darted out and licked her neck. It was warm and a bit rough, though dry. He moved back then, with a low half-purr half-growl and she realized he must be laughing.<br><br>Turning away again, he began to change back, the process almost an exact reversal of the one she had just witnessed. A couple of minutes later he was Sasha again, panting bit and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>24-05-2007, 13:46:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Namira was so shocked, she couldn't speak.&nbsp; A jumble of thoughts was flying through her mind, and it was all too much to take in.&nbsp; She was still stunned when he sniffed her then licked her neck, and she jumped again, a little squeal again escaping her lips.&nbsp; She blushed as she realised he was laughing at her, and then watched in fascination as he changed back.&nbsp; Her eyes stayed fixed on his, and after an age, she spoke, her voice a soft croaking whisper.&nbsp; <br><br>"You really did that, didn't you, it wasn't an illusion."&nbsp; It was a statement, not a question, as if she were confirming it to herself.&nbsp; She suddenly felt compelled to show him the ability she had discovered.&nbsp; One long slender hand reached out, the fingers curled, then stretched out again, this time her long nails had transformed into claws.&nbsp; She retracted them one at a time, then did the same with her other hand.&nbsp; She looked into his face, and waited for him to say something.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>24-05-2007, 14:22:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha watched as she demonstrated her ability, though there was no hint of surprise on his face.<br><br>" So you have managed to gain some control of the <em>trait</em>, before your first full transformation. That is indeed impressive." He leaned forward, still half naked. " It was no chance that brought you here, Namira, nor was it happenstance that I approached you and invited you here, as you may already have guessed. The question before you now, however, is how you wish to proceed." He studied her closely once more.<br><br>" You can go about your own, and learn to deal with things on your own... Or you can stay here, and be initiated, by me. Neither path is easy or without cost, and each holds it's own rewards. And one last thing. Your choice has to be made by tomorrow, before the full moon is up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>27-05-2007, 12:48:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no question in Namira's mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Help me please!&nbsp; I'm scared, I can't go through this alone.&nbsp; And please, why tomorrow?&nbsp; What's going to happen to me?"&nbsp; She couldn't face the thought that she might be going to change completly, as he had done.&nbsp; <br><br>Neither could she take in that all of this was not coincidence.&nbsp; "I really don't understand..."&nbsp; her expression reflected the confusion she was feeling.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>28-05-2007, 13:09:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha's face was unreadable when he spoke. " Do not make your decision hastily, Namira. Whilst it may not seem so to you now, you *can* go through this alone, though the process is hard, and may be painful and dangerous. But should you complete it successfully, you will be your own Mistress and answer to noone. However, should you choose to remain here and gain my mentorship... Well then you will have to submit to Me. You will surrender some degrees of freedom and will accept me as your master."<br><br>" And as for tomorrow? The moon will rise full tomorrow night. The fact that the <em>trait</em> has already begun manifesting in you and your very presence in this significant area means that ready or not - <strong>willing</strong> or not - tomorrow your Journey begins in full."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>28-05-2007, 17:11:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Namira knew she was making the right decision.&nbsp; She had been drawn to this man from the moment she met him, and to accept him as her Master just seemed 'right' somehow.&nbsp; She knew she had been searching for something all her life, had never really felt that she fitted in wherever she had been, and so when she had met Sasha, although she hadn't recognised the feeling at the time, she had felt as if she had come home.&nbsp; <br><br>Right from the start she had felt as if she wanted to nestle in his arms, and as time had advanced, that feeling had just got stronger.&nbsp; The thought that he would be willing to mentor her, to take the responsibility of her submission overwhelmed her with gratitude.&nbsp; She moved to kneel at his feet.&nbsp; "Please Sasha, if you would be willing to accept my submission, to be my Mentor and Master, to help me through this, to learn and to grow, then I would be eternally grateful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>04-06-2007, 13:17:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha smiled down at her. " And you may well have eternity to prove it, Namira. One of the first things you must know about our kin, is that once you fully make the transformation, you are for all intents and purposes - immortal. Not that we cannot be killed through violence - although it is very hard to accomplish - but that we are impervious to aging and disease."<br><br>He rose to his feet. " But now the hour is late, and tomorrow will be a hard day for you. Strengthening of the Subject's bond with the Master can greatly help and ease the process, and is something usually done over a longer time than we have now. I do suggest, however, that you at least stay close to me for the while."<br><br>He stretches languidly, and picks up his discarded shirt. " Join me in my rooms, or do you prefer to stay here tonight?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>04-06-2007, 23:07:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Namira's heart pounded at the suggestion.&nbsp; She had wondered what he had meant when he mentioned strengthening the subject's bond with the Master, and she had wondered just how 'close' she was supposed to stay to him, but now he had suggested that she might be close by joining him in his room.&nbsp; <br><br>She had to admit he was fascinating to her, and there was a part of her that wanted to agree to anything at all if he suggested it, but she was not usually the soft of girl that acted upon impulse.&nbsp; She was shy and inexperienced with men, especially those that had an almost visible aura of power. <br><br>He stood waiting for her reply, and suddenly without any further thought, she heard herself answer.&nbsp; "If you please, I'll join you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 09:05:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha nodded and smiled at her, saying nothing more but simply making for the door. His rooms were at the end of the hall, and were very much like her own, if slightly larger. The ante room was clearly used more as a study, as books and papers were strewn and stacked everywhere.<br><br>He passed through to the bedroom, which while having a larger bed than hers had, was otherwise more sparsely furnished - a big wardrobe and a chair were it. The fire has obviously been burning for some time now, as the room was comfortably warm even though the fire itself was low. Sasha draped his shirt over the chair's back, his loose pants quickly following, leaving him quite naked. Climbing into the bed, he looked at the hesitant girl, who obviously wasn't sure what she's to do.<br><br>" Usually, you'd be sleeping in your spot." The spot he indicated was in fact something that resembled a low, wide bassinet, heavily lined in blankets, on the floor next to bed. " But since tomorrow's likely to be rough, you may sleep in the bed tonight if you prefer."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>06-06-2007, 08:27:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His masculine form almost took her breath away as he disrobed and climbed into the bed.&nbsp; His physique and his presence made an extremely powerful combination, a combination strong enough to make a girl like Namira weak at the knees.<br><br>A puzzled frown quirked Namira's brow as he indicated what would be her spot, and he would almost see her train of thought if he watched her face.&nbsp; First of all she was bemused, then her chin lifted and a defiant look came into her eyes, but that was quickly tempered by a look of guilt, as she realised that not only had she accepted his hospitality, she had accepted him as Master, and would have to do exactly what he told her, sleep where he said, eat what he said, and conform to his wishes.&nbsp; After a moment, her head lifted, and her eyes questioned whether she had been wrong to trust him so implicitly.<br><br>What she saw on his face, or what he said next, would determine in her mind, the answer to that question that he could read so clearly on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>06-06-2007, 10:53:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha's initial response to her hesitance seemed to be irritation. His eyes narrowed as he sat up in the bed, looking at her coldly. But then his features softened, and he smiled at her again. " I understand, Namira. I make no apologies, but I can see why you would find this hard, even objectionable. As I have mentioned earlier, the process of initiating a Kindred is usually much longer, the bonding more gradual and structured."<br><br>He patted the bed next to him, indicating she should take a seat there. " I have also explained why your own process is unique. We have to make certain... adjustments. A 'Crash Course' as your people say, yes? If you wish to back away now, I will release you of your pledge. But you really must choose now, and be whole with your choice. There will not be another window of opportunity."<br><br>He looked into her eyes, the low fire reflected in his own. " I will demand absolute devotion and obedience. Sometimes the things required of you will be distasteful, at other times - they will be your greatest desires. Always, will you do them. And in return, you will have my guidance, my protection and companionship."<br><br>He leaned back against the wide oak headboard. " Choose."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>07-06-2007, 08:27:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Namira looked at him, again enthralled by his appearance and his aura of power.&nbsp; "I really don't have a choice, do I, Sasha?&nbsp; I need to do this, however difficult it might seem.&nbsp; Someone, something, has guided me here to find you, so it would be foolish to turn away from your help.&nbsp; Please forgive me for hesitating, this is all so new to me."&nbsp; She looked away, and blushing slightly, laughing self deprecatingly, admitted.&nbsp; "I've never slept with a man on a first date, before Sasha, never mind on a first meeting."&nbsp; <br><br>She moved closer and sat where he indicated, unconsciously obeying him.&nbsp; "I fear you will need a great deal of patience with me, but I do want to be yours."<br><br>There, she had made her choice, she had not walked away, and there would be no going back on that choice.&nbsp; She reached out one hand to him tentatively, seeking some kind of contact with him, for some kind of reassurance.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>11-06-2007, 11:37:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took her hand in his, looking into her eyes. "This bond I speak of, it is a two way street yes? Not only must the Pupil accept and be comfortable with his Master, but the Master too needs to get to know his Mentee."<br><br>He shifted in the bed, turning to face her better, the sheet covering him to his waist moving slightly, uncovering him a bit more. " And as for sleeping together - this has yet to be decided you see. Perhaps we will do just that - sleep together. This process, it is delicate. More so now, that we are pressed for time. I am unsure myself, what is the best route to take. Perhaps we will find out soon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 03:22:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl blushed, as she realised she had given the wrong impression of her thoughts.&nbsp; "Ohhh I didn't mean...oh dear!..."&nbsp; She faltered, took a deep breath and tried again.&nbsp; "Sasha, I do realise what a responsibility it would be to take on the role of my Mentor, and I do appreciate that you would even consider doing so.&nbsp; I'm so nervous and confused, I'm not expressing myself very well tonight.&nbsp; Please forgive me."&nbsp; Her eyes pleaded with him to understand, and to not make her say more.&nbsp; She was very embarrassed by the whole situation, and it took a great deal of self control not to turn and flee to the sanctuary of her own room.<br><br>If ever she needed guidance as to what to do next, this was the time.&nbsp; Her fingers curled around his, her small hand saying that she needed help, comfort and a haven.&nbsp; He seemed to be offering just what she needed, and she hoped with all her soul that she was not mistaken.&nbsp; Just to sleep with him would be wonderful, but if he wanted more, she would try her best to please him in whatever way he required.&nbsp; She was shy, but it wouldn't take a great deal of persuasion to bring out the sensual, tactile nature that had been repressed for so long.&nbsp; Just like any other kitten, she would be happy to snuggle up and keep warm with him, and if he wanted to stroke her she would respond the best way her lack of experience would allow
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>14-06-2007, 17:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her, nodding, and closed his hand around hers. Moving sideways in the bed, he made room for her next to him, lifting the thin cover so that she could climb in under it. " Don't you worry, Namira. I realize it's all new and awkward for you, but we'll both ease into things with time. Now, stop fretting and get in bed!" he says with mock admonishment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>15-06-2007, 19:09:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl blushed and gave a soft laugh, turned her back and slipped off her clothes, very self consciously.&nbsp; She scooted back across to he bed, and slipped under the covers, shivering slightly, although she wasn't particularly cold.&nbsp; She moved close, but not close enough to touch him, and held the covers with both hands up to her neck.<br><br>There was a bubble of excitement inside her, but she wasn't sure that it wasn't just nervousness.&nbsp; She was very aware of his masculine form next to her and a little overwhelmed by his presence.&nbsp; She turned and gave him a shy smile, trying very hard to relax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>17-06-2007, 14:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lay on his side, his head propped up on his hand and watched her as she undressed and dove under the covers. She was nervous and shy, but he wasn't sure if it was just because of the admittedly strange and somewhat awkward circumstances, or if she was naturally timid as well.<br><br>He looked into her eyes as she lay beside him, clutching the covers to her neck as if her life depended on her not showing an inch of bare skin. His gaze held hers, trying to convey a sense of security and trust he knew she must be craving. His hand went to her face, brushing aside a stray tendril of hair and brushing her cheek lightly, but otherwise he made no move to explore lower into her sanctuary of covers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>17-06-2007, 19:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His gently touch on her cheek sent a shock through her as if she had been touched by a tiny bolt of lightening.&nbsp; Her eyes widened, and her breath quickened, as a craving, greater than anything she had ever experienced gripped her, a craving for more of his touch.&nbsp; Her head moved to nuzzle his hand, just as a cat desiring petting, and before she she could consciously think about it, she had scooted closer to him, just a fraction, and released her grip upon the sheet, just a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 10:24:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her warm breath on his palm as she turned her head towards him, and his hand moved lightly down her face gliding over her nose and lips, coming to rest on her chin and neck. His finger traced the outline of her lips as he smiled at her from above.<br><br>she moved slightly towards him in bed, letting go of the sheet she had been clutching to her neck, which caused it to slide down a bit, revealing her collarbone and upper chest. His finger left her lips and glided down her chin and neck, to the hollow of her throat, where he paused a moment before very slowly moving it lower, towards the edge of the sheet resting a few inched away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>22-06-2007, 15:55:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His touch was still electric, making her feel as if she never wanted it to stop.&nbsp; Her breathing grew ragged, and her heartbeat sounded incredibly loud to her.<br><br>One hand released it's hold on the sheet completely, and she turned more toward him reaching up with that hand to caress his face with shy fingers.&nbsp; She didn't notice that the sheet had slipped as she moved so that one rosy nipple peeped over it's edge, as if tantalising him with it's appearance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheAlchemist</strong> on <strong>24-06-2007, 17:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His finger was making a trail from her neck down her upper chest, so that when she turned towards him, it slided up along the swell of her breast and towards it's rosy crescent. He continued on this new path however, a small smile playing on his lips as he smiled down at her.<br><br>Reaching the edge of her areola, he traced his fingertip very slowly up and out along the upper curve, then down and in causing the sheet that teetered on her nipple to slide down further, revealing her entire breast to him. He completed the full circle before licking his fingertip languidly, then placing it back on her breast, lightly circling the nipple itself.<br><br>" I trust you don't find this.." he nodded towards his finger on her hard nub ".. objectionable?" he grinned at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The First Time (the Alchemist and Whiterose)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bloodrose</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 14:01:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl's breath hissed through her teeth, and her voice quavered so that she had to give a light cough to make herself heard.&nbsp; "N..hm..no, not objectionable at all."&nbsp; Her eyes were darkening with desire, obvious outward signs that his gentle caress was arousing her, as was the nipple which stood to attention at his touch, wrinkling the areola around it as sensation swept through her body pooling low in her belly.<br><br>The smile on his lips together with the look in his eye gave him an almost predatory look, but Namira found that exciting.&nbsp; She would have expected to feel scared by such a look, and was surprised by her own reaction, but even more by that of her body, which seemed to be screaming for more of his touch
			</dd>
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