A Pet of a Prize (Kytn)
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				Title: <strong>A Pet of a Prize (Kytn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 07:09:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk320/Dark_Cresent/23144815.jpg)</div>Alistair was in his private dining chambers after speaking with his steward about the slaves that had been brought in. He had briefly surveyed them as well, and of all those captured one had caught his eye. He had told his steward to have the girls ready her, and then have her escorted down to dine with him. He was just taking off his mantle when he heard a knock from the door. <strong>"Enter."</strong> He said, and from the door walked in Angelo, his trusted manservant. <br><br>Alistair gave the man a smile as he bowed, and awaited the update. <strong>"All goes well, sir; she has been placed in the garments you asked for and is being escorted down as we speak. I had a light meal prepared for the visit."</strong> The manservant said, bringing a sly grin to the warlord's lips. <strong>"Good man. Leave now, and make sure everything is handled properly."</strong> He said, gesturing the man away as he wondered on the spirit born. Truth she was beautiful, and he had heard stories of her kind; stories he was anxious to explore. He thought on those stories then as he moved toward his chair to take a seat, relaxing into the high back as he sighed. <br><br>It was then Alistair heard the sound of footsteps coming from down the hall, and a grin crossed his lips as he thought about who was making them. He had given the servants several choices of outfits to have her dressed in, and was curious to see which one they had decided framed her form the best. He went through the possibilities as she drew nearer, and poured two glasses of wine as he awaited her entrance. For even if the spirit born didn't know, this was perhaps a night that would decide both of their fates; and the warlord certainly wanted to make sure it turned out to be in his favor...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pet of a Prize (Kytn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kytn</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 22:03:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk320/Dark_Cresent/Catgirlpet.jpg)</div>Houri had been much subdued since her change in status from princess to possession. Like so many of her kinsmen and women, the fiery spirit born had not intended to let the enemy capture her. Tears of sorrow for her fallen people had thus far been held at bay, and she was not about to let the warlord who had claimed her provoke them. Though outwardly a strong woman, Houri had a softer side that her father had been planing on exploiting through marriage. She would have made the perfect wife to her betrothed, but he now lay among the fallen. <br><br>Two of the human women who had been assigned to keep an eye on her had dressed the princess in a soft floor-length gown of the finest silks that hugged her curves and accentuated her full bosom. It was of a soft emerald color, standing in sharp contrast to her red-orange hair and blood red gaze. They had applied only a light amount of face paint and lip coloring, just enough to accentuate the natural beauty her race was known for. She had refused to let them pin her bright locks up, or for them to undo the tightly woven braid that hung around her face. A bit of her wild nature to contrast with the elegance of the dress. A pair of soft-soled slippers adorned her feet, and a golden chain lay about her neck as well as two gold chains about her wrists.<br><br>Dressed thusly, Houri moved down the hall, head held up high and her cat ears pointed deliberately forward. She refused to listen to any gossip about her that might be floating about. The only sign of any apparent nerves lay in her slightly puffed out tail, the soft fur standing on end as she stood before the door to the dining hall. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door without so much as a knock and slid inside, closing the door swiftly behind her. She fixed her gaze firmly on the man within, but did not move any closer, tail twitching anxiously against the fabric of her dress. "I am here, as requested. Sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pet of a Prize (Kytn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 01:12:16</strong>
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				Alistair looked toward the female as she walked into the door, his eyes inspecting her every curve. He enjoyed the silks she was wrapped in, though quirked an eyebrow at the wild appearance of her hair. He noted the braid, and how her hair was still let down. He didn't bark at her about it though, more because he found it attractive then anything else. As she mentioned the word requested, he chuckled; shaking his head lightly. He stood then, and approached her since she had not walked to him herself and took her by the arm. <strong>'Your presence was summoned, not requested; you'd do well to remember that."</strong> He mentioned while his fingers stroked her arm, delicately running over the curves in a petting motion. <br><br>Alistair had heard such touching was appreciating by her kind, and was anxious to see how far it went. <strong>"Regardless, you are here now; so come along with me to the table. We have much to speak about."</strong> He said, enjoying her sent so close as he backed up toward the dining table. The food had not been brought in yet, and indeed he wanted to have a chance to speak with her before it was. Making it back to the table he took his seat. <strong>"Take a seat at the table, and do make yourself comfortable."</strong> He said, stroking over her hip and side as he admired her. He watched now, wanting to see what she would do in the situation. How she responded to his touch and command.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pet of a Prize (Kytn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kytn</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 05:53:11</strong>
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				Houri held her head high as she felt the warlord's eyes move over her body. The chuckle drew her gaze to meet his curiously, and she continued to watch as he approached her, the only change in her body being the quieting of her tail's movements. A slight flush colored her cheeks at his words, and the grip on her arm caused her cat ears to twitch slightly. About to snap a retort, the spirit born reconsidered. She could not help her people with a fiery temper, and help them was what she hoped to do. The petting of her arm caught Houri off guard, and she found herself starting to purr quietly as they moved away from the door. <br><br>Rather than try to hide the natural reactions of her body - his touch <em>did</em> feel quite nice -&nbsp; the woman moved over to the table and stood next to one of the chairs. "What does my comfort have to do with what we need to discuss?" In spite of her words, the woman found herself leaning lightly into his touch. A little growl mixed in with the purring the emanated from her body, but she nonetheless pulled back the chair and sat, arranging her skirts carefully before looking back up at the man. Clearly he knew of her people's fondness for physical contact, and as loathe as was to broaden his knowledge, she could not deny that the contact was comforting. Even from the man who had thus far brought her people such misfortune.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pet of a Prize (Kytn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 03:19:09</strong>
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				Alistair looked to Houri with an amused smile as she asked what her comfort had to do with what they needed to discuss. To him the answer was obvious, though he supposed he had to take in effect where she came from. None the less, he let her seat herself; and looked her in the eye with a chuckle. <strong>"Your comfort is very important, after all how are you going to make me comfortable if you are not?"</strong> He asked her quite simply, now raising back from his chair as he slid her over a glass of wine. He walked behind her then, his hands brushing over her shoulders as he tried to illicit more of those purrs she had given him before. <br><br><strong>"I'm sure you don't need to be told that though. You understand, and I'm sure quite well, that your position here is very important for the future of your people. Do you not?"</strong> Alistair asked, his hands kneading into the back of her neck before he ran the digits through her hair, slowly tangling them in her silky locks. He brushed them there for a bit, petting over to rub behind the back of her ears as he leaned his lips down to them; knowing she'd feel his hot breath as he spoke. <strong>"And that's what we'll be talking about; just what your position will be."</strong> He whispered softly, letting his fingers trail up over the soft fur that covered her ears. <br><br>Alistair was sure he was going to get some responses with this. So he continued, tickling his fingers across her ears as he spoke to her. <strong>"It'll be up to you whether you are simply my concubine, having little more say then a common bed warmer; or if you'll rise to something more. Be willing to serve me wholly as to be better help your own kind."</strong> He said, his fingers now leaving her ears as he traced over her temple, down her cheeks, and across her neck with tickling stokes. His hands danced across her shoulders then as he smirked, staring down at her cleavage that was propped up by the grown. <strong>"So what do you say to that?"</strong> He asked while his eyes wandered..
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Pet of a Prize (Kytn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kytn</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 22:31:01</strong>
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				She met his eyes, noting the amused look upon his face and the chuckle with a slight tingle of anticipation. Rather than answer, she slid her slim fingers around the base of the wine glass, the tips of her digits running lightly over the surface as her eyes followed his movements back over to where she sat. Some of the tension that had started to build back up in gave way to the touch of his hands against her skin.<br><br>Houri's ears and tail gave the smallest of twitches as she took in his next statement, her own reply soft and solemn in comparison to how her body began to respond to the attentions. "Yes, I understand." Her purring began once again, and she leaned lightly against the petting. Her body went still as she could feet his breathe against her sensitive cat ears, her purring intensifying at the sensation and a blush color her cheeks slightly red. "What... what exactly would you have of me?" In spite of the question, the look in her eyes stated that she had some very good notion of exactly what he wanted. <br><br>The continued teasing of her soft cat ears caused the smallest of mews to escape Houri's lips before she bit the lower one lightly. The part of her still wanting to resist did not want to give Alistair any more encouragement than her traitorous body already had. Pulling out of his hold to turn about and eye the man, she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head in apprehensive curiosity. "You have already killed so many of my people. Why now take an interest in helping them?" She shifted slightly in her seat before casting her eyes downwards, her next words less fiery. "I do not want to end up as a.. a thing.. I cannot be useful to my remaining people that way, with or without you taking an interest." 
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