Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)
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				Title: <strong>Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 03:34:11</strong>
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				She was dirty.&nbsp; Both her skin and her clothes.&nbsp; It was impossible to tell if she was tan or just covered in too many layers of grime.&nbsp; Everything she wore was just a little too big for her in some places, and a little too small in others.&nbsp; The material itself had been re-sewn so many times, it was impossible to tell just what color the dress she wore was originally supposed to be.&nbsp; &nbsp;As of now; it was a mix of black, red, and blue.&nbsp; The wardrobe of a street urchin to be sure, although the shine of the twin dagger set at either side of her hips offered the gleam of a true, expensive metal.&nbsp; Tiny markings were etched along the bare blades, evidence of a true craftsman; a weapon fit for any true adventurer. Which offered up the question, how the hell did this little street rat get a hold of them?<br><br>Still, the young girl was a sight to behold.<br><br>A full head of black hair swirled in the summer breeze, still unsure if it wanted to set itself into tangles, or into curls.&nbsp; The tightness of the top part of her dress revealed a well sized bosom and a slender waist.&nbsp; She had a feint trace of something unhuman about her, perhaps an ancestor had fucked an elf or a Halfling once upon a time.&nbsp; <br><br>A pair of bright green eyes stare out into the busy marketplace beneath her.&nbsp; Hidden in a nook along a flight of stone stairs, taking in the people going about their business, Shaye waited until just the right moment before rushing forward.&nbsp; Crashing into an overweight gentleman, she stutters out a dozen apologies before rushing away, his purse now hidden in one of the pockets of her dress.&nbsp; Walking casually for ten minutes or so, she finally curls up in an alleyway to count her new found fortune, only to find twelve coppers her only reward.<br><br>She'd heard rumors of demons and dragons that lurked all over the continent, destroying villages, tainting the hearts of innocent maids, and usurping thrones.&nbsp; She didn't know why thrones got surped, or how you went about tainting organs, but it certainly sounded foul.&nbsp; <br><br>And of course, she'd heard rumors of rewards, and of treasures.&nbsp; Of respect and of privilege.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted that for herself.&nbsp; She wanted to experience the world.&nbsp; But the only way to do that was with the proper funds….<br><br>Her name was Shaye – no last name that she knew of-&nbsp; and she was going to be the greatest adventurer the world had ever seen.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 05:00:12</strong>
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				The mark knew not that his purse had been cut, the contents stolen.&nbsp; The people that were around them either did not care or took no notice either.&nbsp; However, there was one that did notice how the street urchin had cut the purse strings deftly, pocketing the cloth and the coins within somewhere on her person.&nbsp; Gloved hand came up to run along the length of his jaw, assessing if she was worth value.&nbsp; A pretty thing, he was sure, beneath all that grime.&nbsp; Lips curling into a smile, the man moved through the crowd like that which he was.&nbsp; Predator.&nbsp; She moved, and she scurried about like a mouse.&nbsp; He moved like the crowds were an ocean, cutting through without touching one of them, slipping and moving as skilled as any dancer.&nbsp; Dangerous, if those around him knew exactly who, and what, he was.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, little Shaye would have to find somewhere to look into the contents of the purse.&nbsp; It was the merchant's spending money, a few dozen gold coins and perhaps a few gems, netting her a tidy profit for a few moment's work.&nbsp; However, when she had put herself in a position where she could look upon the contents of that purse, that was when he decided to make his own move.&nbsp; Approaching from behind, no sound nor hint of his him to be had, one gloved hand would reach to cover her mouth while the other would be placed firmly between her shoulderblades, pushing her up against the wall.&nbsp; He had seen how deft she was with those blades of hers, and he knew if she had a target he would be struck and possibly harmed.&nbsp; But in this manner, striking from stealth, none were as good as he.<br><br>"Good show back there," he said softly, voice muffled.&nbsp; "Your reflexes are very good.&nbsp; Perhaps a touch of the fey is upon you, aye?&nbsp; However, you didn't score much I imagine.&nbsp; A merchant's spending money, there's nothing to be had there, luv.&nbsp; No, you need to aim big.&nbsp; To be a thief, a true mistress of the trade as it were, you must aspire to heights greater than the hell that is the streets."&nbsp; Speech given, he'd remove his hands with lightning speed and take a good pair of steps behind her.&nbsp; Cape thrown out behind him, his hands came to rest lightly on the weapons at his side.&nbsp; Sabre and dagger by the look of them, sheathed in scabbards that would cost more to craft than what she had pickpocketed a moment before from the merchant.<br><br>If she turned to look at him, he'd stand before her a tall man.&nbsp; Over six feet, lithe, wearing the finest clothing that could be purchased.&nbsp; The cape almost seemed to blend in with the shadows, casting a bit of haze over his exact presence.&nbsp; Magic, to be sure.&nbsp; Over the clothing he wore a well-oiled and well-worn suit of leather, crafted from some substance that she had surely never seen nor heard before.&nbsp; Black on black for the most part, save the finery he wore was of a green dark enough to be nigh-black itself.&nbsp; However, the defining feature of the man was not the clothing.&nbsp; It was the mark.<br><br>Worn to cover all but his eyes, it draped down around his mouth and moved when he breathed.&nbsp; Black cloth that seemed to appear like velvet, yet hiding all but the features he wished to show.&nbsp; Eyes like quicksilver, startling in their brightness.&nbsp; Capped on his head was a feathery hat, which he would grab with one hand and bring down in a flourishing bow towards her.&nbsp; "Pleasure to meet you young thief," he said, voice still muffled.&nbsp; "I am Gilvren.&nbsp; But you may call me Shade."&nbsp; The name Shade was known to all, big and small, within the city.&nbsp; A brigand, a thief, a scoundrel of the highest caliber.&nbsp; Here, standing before her, his stance and eyes showing bemusement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 05:36:38</strong>
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				Counting out the coins slowly, Shaye murmurs the number she'd reached out loud before moving on to the next.&nbsp; Her eyes shined as she stared at the coins, loving the shine of them more than the world.&nbsp; You could do things with money.&nbsp; Money made things happen.&nbsp; More than magic, more than swords, money was what changed the world.&nbsp; <br><br>A small minded concept perhaps, but it was one that she believed, one that most people living on the streets believed.&nbsp; A few coins could mean the difference between a full belly and an empty one, a warm place to sleep or a cold one; sometimes it was even the difference between life and death. Shaye had no room in her heart for the gods, but if she did offer up a prayer, it was to the god of fortune.&nbsp; And her prayer was nothing more than the simple counting of her coins.&nbsp; <br><br>So caught up in her new found fortune, Shaye was completely ignorant to the danger right behind her. She didn't notice someone was behind her until he had a hand over her mouth and the other was between her shoulder blades, forcing her front against the stone wall of the alleyway.&nbsp; Eyes wide and shivering with fear, Shaye prepares herself for the deathblow that was sure to come.&nbsp; This was what she got for counting her money in an alley.&nbsp; How could she be so stupid?&nbsp; <br><br>But then he began to speak, and she stopped worrying about death and starting worrying about a prison sentence.&nbsp; "I'm no changeling." she snarls at the anonymous man as he accuses her of having fey blood.&nbsp; An accusation she'd clearly had to defend herself from before now.&nbsp; Regardless of her words, she began to relax as he started to speak to her of great ambitions.&nbsp; A murderer wouldn't talk to his victim like this, and neither would someone about to turn in a criminal.&nbsp; Turning around as he releases his hold on her, Shaye examines him carefully.<br><br>He was rich.&nbsp; <br><br>That much was obvious from his clothing.&nbsp; It took all her willpower not to reach out and feel the texture of his cape.&nbsp; He wore a mask, which was strange, but he had the look of an adventurer about him; and those types were always a little off.&nbsp; <br><br>But then he was bowing and introducing himself to her, and Shaye could barely move an inch.&nbsp; Shade? THE Shade?&nbsp; What was he doing in a city like Roden? What was he doing in as shoddy a district as this one? And what was he doing talking to a streetmouse like her?<br><br>"What do you want with me?" Shaye demands, green eyes squinting at him in near accusation.&nbsp; Her words were rude, but manners were rare this side of the city.&nbsp; She didn't even think to introduce herself, let alone offer him a bow of her own.&nbsp; <br><br>"....Is it true you stole the Governors hat right off of his head?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 00:20:57</strong>
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				Shade laughed softly, stepping away from the wall and letting his shadow slowly peel off of it.&nbsp; Minor illusions, things you pick up in the trade.&nbsp; Tugging at his gloves again, he'd reach down to brush invisible lint from his appearance.&nbsp; "Gods above lass," he laughed.&nbsp; "I did not take his hat off of his head.&nbsp; He gave me the hat off of his head.&nbsp; There's a big difference there, you know.&nbsp; After all, I had done the man a favor and decided in return I wanted his hat."&nbsp; Shade was smiling behind his mask, but he'd fold his arms over his chest and give her a once over.&nbsp; "However, you cannot simply go about doing this like you are.&nbsp; Cutpurses eventually end up with that first portion more often than not.&nbsp; And I am going to give you an offer.&nbsp; I need a new woman in my crew.&nbsp; Are you game for the challenge?"<br><br>While he waited, he brought his hand up to his face, slipping two fingers beneath his mask and issuing a quick and loud whistle.&nbsp; Almost as if by magic, the shadows around them began to slip away and turn into various figures.&nbsp; The figure that stood out the most had to be the man who easily topped seven feet, nearly clearing eight, and looking like a musclebound freak.&nbsp; An obvious warrior, he looked around before inclining his head slightly and stepping to the mouth of the alley, leaning against the wall and keeping an eye on passing traffic.&nbsp; The robed figure looked down at his hands, fingers absently rubbing the rings upon them before glancing at Shaye and then to Shade.&nbsp; When Shade nodded, the robed wizard folded his hands together, slipping into the opposite arms of the robe.<br><br>The last figure crouched against the ground, head lifted to smell the breeze.&nbsp; "She's good," he said, voice raspy.&nbsp; "She smells like she belongs.&nbsp; She'll blend into the area just fine."&nbsp; Shade nodded, and would gesture his hands wide while looking at her.&nbsp; "My crew.&nbsp; The giant over there is Divan, the robed one is Merril, and the tracker there is Wolfe.&nbsp; My crew, who happen to be with me in this area at this point in time scouring for the newest one we need.&nbsp; A female thief we can use to get into the upper echelons of society.&nbsp; Or, one who will join us if we decide to travel and seek treasure elsewhere.&nbsp; Are you game?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:35:05</strong>
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				"The Governer gave you his hat?" Shaye echoes in disbelief.&nbsp; She'd never heard of a public official giving a criminal anything other than a hanging.&nbsp; His trick with the shadow amazed her as well, but she refused to let him see that.&nbsp; She had her pride, and she didn't want a man like Shade know just how ignorant she was to the ways of magic.&nbsp; Subconsciously copying his movements, Shaye wiped at her skirt in time with him wiping away some imaginary lint; the only difference was that she was wiping away actual dust.&nbsp; <br><br>"Depends.&nbsp; What happened to the old woman?" Shaye asks with a smirk.&nbsp; She tended to be a loner when it came to crime, choosing to surrender the relative security of a gang for the increased wealth that came with working alone.&nbsp; You didn't need to make cuts in the treasure when there was no one to split it with.&nbsp; Still, the idea of working with a legend like Shade was tempting.&nbsp; If she WAS going to join in a crew, she'd want it to be one of as high a caliber as his. <br><br>Tensing as his whistle brings about shadow figures, Shaye's hands automatically reach for her daggers.&nbsp; She'd never seen anything like this in her life.&nbsp; The street mages magic was nothing more than parlor tricks compared to this.&nbsp; She barely knew where to look, Shade's crew had her completely surrounded.&nbsp; It left her wondering if she really had a choice in whether or not she'd join with them.&nbsp; <br><br>She was prepared to escape, already planning on diving beneath the big ones legs and make a made dash to the crowded marketplace, when she suddenly finds herself frozen by Shade's words. <br><br>&nbsp;Travel and treasure? <br><br>All she'd wanted was a way out of Roden, a way to seek her fortune.&nbsp; And here was the legendary Shade, offering it to her on a silver platter. Glancing carefully at each of the members of the team, she slowly begins to nod her head.<br><br>"Alright.&nbsp; I'm in.&nbsp; I may not know what an echelon of society is, but if you need someone who can break in somewhere; I'm your girl." she promises, her oath revealing both her utter ignorance to life beyond the street, and of her commitment to her membership.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:51:23</strong>
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				Shade clapped his hands and laughed.&nbsp; "Splendid!" he said.&nbsp; "The first thing that's going to happen is you're getting a bath.&nbsp; No one in the crew goes unclean.&nbsp; Except Wolfe, and that's because he's just that way."&nbsp; The crouching member of the gang would stand and stretch, revealing that he wasn't as tall as the giant, but was definitely as cut and ripped as one.&nbsp; "Can't smell like anything other than what I smell like Shade," he retorted.&nbsp; Shade simply waved him off.&nbsp; "You're going to get schooling as well.&nbsp; But clean first, aye.&nbsp; Clean, so we can start teaching you what needs to be taught."&nbsp; Shade wiggled his eyebrows and Divan sighed, turning to look down at the slight waif.<br><br>"I'm going to have to be careful with her," Divan said with another sigh.&nbsp; "Aye you will," Shade responded.&nbsp; "But you're a better weapons master than any I've known, and she'll have to be able to use more than those lil' daggers of hers."&nbsp; Divan responded with a dismissive gesture of his hand, but he'd puffed his chest out a bit at Shade's compliment.&nbsp; "Merrill will teach you some minor tricks, things to make the job easier.&nbsp; He's primarily for knowledge and, if our cover gets blown, immediate escape.&nbsp; Wolfe will teach you about the streets, things you've never known until now."&nbsp; As Shade smiled, he'd gesture at himself.<br><br>"Meanwhile, I will be obtaining you a place to rest for the time being.&nbsp; You will begin your schooling very soon.&nbsp; You will learn to read, write, history, and everything else that sharp wit of yours can contain.&nbsp; Because to become one of the upper echelons, to open up the marks that score more than your weight in gold, you need to be one of them.&nbsp; And know how to use it, flaunt it, and turn it against them."&nbsp; He paused, looked around, and would gesture at Merrill.&nbsp; "Take the others home for now.&nbsp; I'll get her a room and a bath.&nbsp; Perhaps see what else we have to work with under all the street grime."&nbsp; He didn't speak in a taunting or mean manner, just very matter of fact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:26:52</strong>
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				Shaye reared back as he began to go on about the process she'd undergo as a new member of the group.&nbsp; A bath? Since when did success at crime require a bath?&nbsp; Or schooling for that matter?&nbsp; "I'm not wasting coin on a trip to the bath house, only takes a day or two to get dirty again.&nbsp; It's a waste of money." She complains with narrowed eyes, a hand already protectively covering the pocket that held her purse.&nbsp; She eyed Wolfe as he stood from his crouched position.&nbsp; He was the only normal looking one out of the bunch, and even he looked like he came from the wild. <br><br>She wondered if she'd begin to look strange after she'd spent some time with Shade and his crew.&nbsp; Adventurers always looked a little off after all.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm no fragile flower, I don't need to be treated with care." Shaye defends herself, puffing up her own chest a bit to Divan, more showing off her ample bosom than appearing threatening however.&nbsp; "And these little daggers of mine have kept me alive." She knew that she wasn't as great as the legendary Shade, but she was starting to feel offended.&nbsp; "I was raised on these streets, what could you know about them that I don't?" She asks Wolfe, an almost angry spark flashing in her bright green eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Would she need to change everything about herself to be an asset to the team? <br><br>Still, as Shade went on about all the things she would learn and be given, she was smart enough to not look a gift horse in the mouth; or insult the gift giver for that matter.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was promising her weight in gold, if he could give her that, she'd do her best to become what they needed.&nbsp; She'd never read a word in her life, and didn't see how it would help her steal so much as a copper, but she trusted Shade, so she'd do her best.&nbsp; <br><br>"Lead the way, oh wise and great leader." Shaye says before mimicking the bow he'd given her earlier.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 00:07:50</strong>
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				Before the others would disappear, they would all take a look at her.&nbsp; It was Shade, though, who would respond in the most blunt way possible.&nbsp; Faster than Shaye could blink her eye, the saber was up and at her throat.&nbsp; Runes carved along the length of the blade shimmered, and when Shade spoke, he was cold as glacial water.&nbsp; "Have a care with the tongue lass," he said softly.&nbsp; "You have questions, and they will be answered in due time.&nbsp; But know this.&nbsp; I'm a thief, a rogue, a fop amongst society.&nbsp; But I am, and always will be, the most dangerous person you ever deal with.&nbsp; Because I kill, without care, without emotion.&nbsp; I kill out of need, out of desire, sometimes out of sheer enjoyment of it.&nbsp; And I will do so, as often as I desire."<br><br>The others looked at Shade, then at her.&nbsp; There was a distinct impression from them, that while they were a crew, Shade was to be, above all else, feared.&nbsp; Saber sheathed, he would tug at his gloves and fold his hands together.&nbsp; "A bath is needed because high society deems it so.&nbsp; Teaching is necessary to entrance and dine with those whose wealth is worth more than all the merchants in this city combined.&nbsp; You must stop thinking small.&nbsp; Merchants are nothing.&nbsp; It is the nobles, who run the houses merchants swear fealty to, that are the target.&nbsp; Because they have coin beyond your ability to count."&nbsp; Shade stepped closer, a gloved hand reaching up to caress her cheek as he whispered near her lips.&nbsp; "Gold coins enough to cover a bed and make love in for days on end."<br><br>He'd turn away from her and make a sharp gesture with the hand that wasn't just stroking her cheek.&nbsp; The robed Merril would snap his palms together and mutter a single word of power.&nbsp; He and the others would disappear, leaving Shade and Shaye alone.&nbsp; "So come along, lass.&nbsp; If you cannot read, you will be taught.&nbsp; If you cannot bathe yourself, you will be bathed.&nbsp; And if you try to get smart with me again, I'll show you what happens to those who perturb me the first time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 02:32:37</strong>
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				She hadn't meant it as a taunt.&nbsp; She'd been joking, that was all.&nbsp; It hadn't mattered what her intention was however.&nbsp; All that mattered was his reaction.&nbsp; She'd barely so much as risen back to an upright position before a blade was a her throat.&nbsp; It was instantly made very clear to her where she stood.&nbsp; It was not among peers, let alone friends, that much was certain.&nbsp; The foppish genial Shade was gone, and in his place was a cold hearted killer.&nbsp; She'd need to watch her step, that much was made extremely clear to her.&nbsp; Her hands were in the air to show that she meant no harm, and she automatically took a step back, or she would have, if there was anywhere to back off too.&nbsp; The wall of the alley ruined that meager attempt on backing away from danger.&nbsp; <br><br>As Shade sheathed his weapon, Shaye let out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding.&nbsp; She'd stared death in the face, but was still alive.&nbsp; She could work with still being alive.&nbsp; <br><br>She listened to his explanation about what they expected from her, about the people who they wanted to steal from, and suddenly she understood what they needed from her.&nbsp; It was all she could do to keep from spitting out her first thought; that stealing from nobles was a hanging offense.&nbsp; But she didn't, because that would be a cowards statement.&nbsp; And she would not show cowardice, not now, not after what had just happened. <br><br>He caressed her cheek and had his face mere inches from her own, but with the mask it was more intimidating than seductive.&nbsp; It didn't make a difference regardless.&nbsp; She'd been caught off guard by this man twice now and nearly killed once; the idea of willingly putting herself in a vulnerable enough position as to sleep with him or, 'make love for days on end' as it were, was almost laughable.&nbsp; <br><br>"If there's really that much gold in it as you say, I'll become whatever you need me to be." She swears, her voice far more formal than her previous attitude.&nbsp; He wanted her clean and educated? She'd become clean and educated.&nbsp; Did she think that she could become skilled enough to pull off the high handed sophisticate? No.&nbsp; But she'd try.&nbsp; And if she became powerful enough to no longer need fear Shade? So much the better.<br><br>She followed him, not so much out of fear, but out of ambition.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 00:20:33</strong>
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				Shade was just as quickly from the killer to the foppish rake that he was.&nbsp; "You need not be anything but what you should have been given the opportunity to be," he said softly, but with steel in his voice.&nbsp; "No one should have to live in the streets.&nbsp; There should be equality in society, not this rubbish of the wealthy ruling the meek.&nbsp; That, my dear, is why I need you.&nbsp; That is why we are going to go about stealing from those who have the wealth.&nbsp; Do not get me wrong, I plan on lining our pockets to the fullest.&nbsp; But I also intend to ensure that people like us, people who were from the gutter and taught all of life's harshest lessons, will have chances they normally would not."&nbsp; His fists clenched, his anger almost palpable as they walked through the back alleys, moving in the world most knew not existed.<br><br>A few alleys away, he'd walk up to a back door and knock in a sequence.&nbsp; The door opened and a natural beauty of a lass opened the door.&nbsp; Red hair was loose in curls, and the bodice she wore left nothing to the imagination.&nbsp; Shade stepped back and raised his hands, indicating he meant no harm.&nbsp; For obvious reasons, as well, as the woman held a wicked looking blade meant to gut or deman anyone who came too close.&nbsp; "Ease Callistra," Shade said.&nbsp; "I come to make use of my marker."&nbsp; The woman seemed to perk up at that, the blade disappearing as Shade gestured to Shaye.&nbsp; "My new apprentice."<br><br>Callistra blinked, long and slow.&nbsp; "Dear Gods," the redhead whispered.&nbsp; "I can't remember your last apprentice.&nbsp; What happened to her?"&nbsp; Shade looked down at the ground and his arms folded over his chest.&nbsp; "You know what happened," he responded.&nbsp; "She betrayed me and is enjoying the high life now."&nbsp; Callistra smirked, moving aside to let them both into the place.&nbsp; "Well here's hoping this one doesn't do the same," Callistra laughed.&nbsp; "She won't," Shade said softly.&nbsp; "She's not like how the other one was.&nbsp; This one's from the streets.&nbsp; She's like me.&nbsp; She's not some aristocrat pretending."<br><br>Callistra would incline her head and allow them both entrance.&nbsp; "The marker is cashed, then.&nbsp; We're even.&nbsp; What do you want her to know?"&nbsp; Shade paused, and looking at Shaye, he'd reach up and remove the mask.&nbsp; The scars that were prevalent on his face were horrendous, the type of image that would make children cry.&nbsp; He was scarred, heavily so, in a brand that was known to those from the streets.&nbsp; Beyond theiving, it was the brand of those who had rebelled against the elite of the nobility.&nbsp; Meant to show that this person was not worth living, but had let him live at the cost of all personal being.&nbsp; "Let her know exactly why I am why I am, my reason for doing this, and what will happen."<br><br>Callistra shivered intensely at the sight of Shade's face.&nbsp; "Gilvren," she began.&nbsp; He'd slash his hand across the air, indicating to be quiet.&nbsp; "You will obtain your basic knowledge here, Shaye," Shade said as he began to place the mask over his face again.&nbsp; "The manners, the traits of a noblewoman.&nbsp; You will be a spy amongst spies, for you will learn how to behave in society.&nbsp; And when the time is ready, when you are prepared to move beyond books and social soirees, you will let Callistra know.&nbsp; And then your true learning will begin.&nbsp; The learning of a thief, a fighter, a touch of magic.&nbsp; How to hunt, and how to kill.&nbsp; And I can promise you something."<br><br>Shade would start towards the door, bracing himself with a hand on the frame.&nbsp; "When you sink a blade into a noble's heart for the first time, you'll realize that revenge is the only thing worth a damn in life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 01:14:23</strong>
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				And the killer was gone, and the gentleman was in his place.&nbsp; She didn't understand him.&nbsp; Who had such a double ended personality?&nbsp; Which one was the lie?&nbsp; And then he went on about how bad society was, and how 'no one should have to live in the streets'.&nbsp; It was all she could do to keep from scoffing.&nbsp; She'd heard that sort of talk before, by priests mostly, by rebels at others.&nbsp; They either never did a damn thing to change the world, or they wound up dead in their attempts to try.&nbsp; She didn't care much for other peoples problems, she'd never even considered doing this kind of work to improve the lives of others.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd leave the heroics to his lot, she'd stick to lining her pockets to the fullest. <br><br>She followed him through the alleyways, as familiar to her as the back of her hand.&nbsp; when they arrived at the backdoor of a random building, Shaye raised an eyebrow as a beautiful young red head opens the door.&nbsp; Had he taken her to a whorehouse? She almost felt the need to correct him.&nbsp; She was pretty sure she didn't need training in the sexual arts.&nbsp; She might not be a master, but she knew how to fuck.&nbsp; The only reason she didn't whore herself was because in this city you had to pay out to a pimp, and she hadn't heard of a single one that didn't mistreat his hookers. <br><br>She kept quiet as he spoke with the woman, Callistra.&nbsp; She figured it was in her best interest to just pay attention, listen in to what she could, and figure out what she'd do from there.&nbsp; So he'd had another apprentice who'd bolted on him?&nbsp; Well, it wasn't necessarily something she wouldn't do, if the incentive was nice enough.&nbsp; He spoke as if there was a code to that people from the streets followed, well there was.&nbsp; It was called survival.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking inside what she still believed to be a whorehouse, Shaye nearly falls over herself as Shade takes off his mask.&nbsp; No wonder he kept his face hidden.&nbsp; That mark was death.&nbsp; She didn't even notice when Shade referred to her by name, when she'd never introduced herself to him, so caught off guard by his face.&nbsp; How could anyone work with him if he didn't hide it?&nbsp; No wonder he needed to employee the use of others.&nbsp; <br><br>When he was ready to leave her, and gave his parting words; Shaye instantly disagreed with him. She didn't have the patience for revenge.&nbsp; <br><br>But she had the patience to learn everything else he spoke of.&nbsp; Of learning how to play at being a noblewoman, of theiving, of fighting, of magic.&nbsp; She'd learn it all.&nbsp; She'd become the best.<br><br>Turning to Callestra, she looks the woman up and down before offering her a hand to shake.&nbsp; "I'm Shaye." She introduces herself for the first time.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 22:40:37</strong>
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				Callistra took her hand in a strong grip.&nbsp; "Callistra," she said, shutting the door and gesturing Shaye over to a table.&nbsp; "Have a seat please.&nbsp; I'll have some supper brought."&nbsp; A tasseled cord was pulled, and in short order there would be a pair of bowls containing thick beef stew, a fresh loaf of bread, and a pair of flagons brought containing rich, dark beer.&nbsp; "It appears that I will be your teacher.&nbsp; Before I took up residence in this house, which is a whorehouse, I was a tutor."&nbsp; Callistra would shrug her shoulders a bit, stirring her spoon in the stew.&nbsp; "A nobleman took fancy of me while I was teaching his children.&nbsp; He...did not give me a choice in the matter."&nbsp; Pausing, she'd take a pull from the flagon and continue.<br><br>"When it was discovered that I was with child, the nobleman's wife gave him a choice.&nbsp; Kill me and keep the child as a secreted bastard, or kill the child and keep me as a secretive whore."&nbsp; A chunk of bread was dipped into the stew and she chewed daintily before continuing, food swallowed.&nbsp; "He chose neither.&nbsp; He ran me through one night, slaying the unborn and leaving me in a dire situation.&nbsp; I started to die from the inside out.&nbsp; But Gilvren saved me.&nbsp; By then he was Shade, but still.&nbsp; He saved me, getting me the help I needed and setting me up here.&nbsp; He checks in now and then to see how I'm doing.&nbsp; I run the books here and help the new girls get situated.&nbsp; A whore's life isn't all that easy."<br><br>"Tell me of yourself, Shaye.&nbsp; I know why you were chosen by Shade, but now we need to know what brought you here.&nbsp; What steps in life you completed prior to the meeting.&nbsp; Then, if you would, you could tell me what learning you may have.&nbsp; So I know which books to begin you with.&nbsp; And once your food is finished, you can get a nice bath, a warm bed by yourself or with somebody if you so desire, and we can begin on the morrow."&nbsp; Callistra, for all her beauty and appearance, had a trustworthy aura around her.&nbsp; There was no guile, no malice, no deceit around her.&nbsp; Her intentions were simple, and her demeanor quite warm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 23:18:42</strong>
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				Shaye sat when the woman offered her a chair, and a hungry look filled her eyes when she spoke of food.&nbsp; It was almost magic when the woman pulled a cord and food was brought to them without so much as a struggle.&nbsp; The food brought in was hot and heavy, the kind of meal that could fill you up and stay in your stomach for a nice long time.&nbsp; Shaye began to gobble it up the moment it was put before her.&nbsp; For all Callistra's good manners, Shaye was little better than a hog.&nbsp; <br><br>She ducked her body low towards the table, as though guarding her food from being snatched up, and took hold of the bread with one hand, and the bowl of soup with the other.&nbsp; She used no spoon, gulping from the stew like it was a cup.&nbsp; She hadn't had a good meal in days, using utensils took up time that she just couldn't bare.&nbsp; She had used spoons before, she wasn't so mindless, but she was so hungry.&nbsp; She could get it in her stomach quicker if she did it this way.&nbsp; At random intervals the bread was shoved into her gaping maw; the sound loud thanks to apparent inability to eat with her mouth closed.<br><br>Despite her hideous way of eating, she was listening to the other woman tell her tale of tragedy.&nbsp; A noble raped her, then tried to kill her for having the gall to get pregnant.&nbsp; And then Shade arrived at just the right moment to save her life.&nbsp; It had the same tone of a bard's tale.&nbsp; If Callistra had been a Lady, and if Shade had been a Knight, it would have been just the sort of thing a storyteller could use.&nbsp; It would have been prettied up of course, the stories were never nearly as bitter as reality.&nbsp; "It's-" Shaye begins, looking for something to say as she glances up from her meal.<br><br>"It's good. "She says, voice unsure.&nbsp; "That he saved you."&nbsp; Proof that she was listening perhaps, and wasn't quite the heartless wretch people assumed her kind to be.&nbsp; "And it's a good whorehouse, looks like it from here anyway."&nbsp; She says, her attempt at trying to bring happiness to another person.&nbsp; Callistra was feeding her.&nbsp; It may have been at the will of Shade, but she was the one doing it.&nbsp; That made her matter to Shaye, almost more than Shade did; with his promise of training and fortune.&nbsp; And there was something about the other woman that made Shaye want to reach out to her.&nbsp; Something genuine about her, which was a rare enough trait in a city like this one.<br><br>"I don't have much learning." Shaye says quickly, eyeing her now empty bowl before taking a quick gulp of her beer, something she'd ignored before now.&nbsp; "I know numbers, I'm good at those."&nbsp; Shaye was actually incredibly adapt at mathematics; a near prodigy who was able to calculate large sums in her head at a moments notice.&nbsp; This was of course a completely useless ability for someone of her birth and station, so she was as ignorant to it as anyone else.&nbsp; What did it matter if she could multiply 402 by 74819 in a matter of seconds if she never dealt with numbers that high in the first place?&nbsp; What good was understanding ratios and geometrics if you didn't know where your next meal was coming from?&nbsp; There were likely dozens if not hundreds of people like Shaye about the continent.&nbsp; Brilliant scientists, musicians, mages.&nbsp; All of whom would be born and die without so much as touching the item that would make them brilliant.<br><br>"But I can't read, and I can't write. I'm kind of...slow." she admits, glancing away from the prettier, more educated woman.&nbsp; Shaye knew she wasn't that bright, and Callistra deserved to know what kind of challenge was ahead of them.&nbsp; "But I'll work real hard."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 02:30:37</strong>
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				Callistra didn't make any judgements on Shaye's eating habits.&nbsp; It wasn't her job to judge her.&nbsp; It was her job to teach her.&nbsp; Callistra would smile at her, and it was as if the woman gave Shaye all of her attention.&nbsp; "Numbers are a very good thing to know, Shaye," Callistra said.&nbsp; "Mathematics are what runs the world, as you can tell.&nbsp; It's the basis for everything, if you ask some people.&nbsp; But everything can be worked on, young lady.&nbsp; First."&nbsp; She'd reach out, and would try to gently pry the bread and bowl from Shaye's hands to put them down on the table.&nbsp; "Utensils.&nbsp; I understand your hunger, child.&nbsp; But for now, you will begin learning.&nbsp; We use a fork, knife, and spoon as needed.&nbsp; Try the spoon."&nbsp; And Callistra would show her how to hold the spoon, how to use it properly, and how to take appropriate bites.<br><br>"We will work with your numbers, though.&nbsp; That will be the basis of your learning.&nbsp; Imagine letters as numbers.&nbsp; They work in sequence.&nbsp; Imagine it as your code."&nbsp; She smiled, and would leave it at that for now.&nbsp; She had, after all, said that she would wait until the morrow.&nbsp; "But enough of that for now.&nbsp; You've had much done today.&nbsp; So what we will do is let you finish."&nbsp; Callistra would pause and lean back in her chair, arms resting lightly across the midsection of her bodice.&nbsp; "What do you wish out of this endeavor?&nbsp; Wealth is fleeting, and may buy happiness, but not for long.&nbsp; Power is temporal.&nbsp; It will go away as well.&nbsp; Do you seek revenge, or do you wish to simply have the ability to do what you wish when you wish it?"<br><br>Once the meal was completed, servants would come to take the empty plates and leave the pair there.&nbsp; Callistra was in no hurry, and she'd await the answers from the younger lady.&nbsp; As the conversation was in a bit of a lull, a servant from the front came into the room, curtseying to both Callistra and Shaye.&nbsp; "Pardon interruption madames," the girl said softly.&nbsp; "We seem to have some noblemen up front who're seeking a particular lass.&nbsp; There is talk of a girl from the streets being in here, and the nobleman's merchant is claiming theft."&nbsp; Without looking at her, the serving girl obviously meant Shaye.&nbsp; Callistra would wave the serving girl away and would motion for Shaye to follow.&nbsp; "Our talk will have to be paused as we hide you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 03:20:06</strong>
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				Shaye's automatic reaction was to pull back when Callistra attempted to pry the bread from her hands.&nbsp; It wasn't intentional, just a knee jerk reaction a one had when someone tried to take their food away.&nbsp; At leas that was the reaction when you didn't know when you'd next get to eat again.&nbsp; The only reason Shaye hadn't stuffed some of the bread into her pocket to save for later was because she'd been too busy eating it.&nbsp; <br><br>She had only pulled away for a moment though, and in the end released the hold on her soup bowl and her half eaten bread, allowing Callistra to place them back on the table.&nbsp; She lifted her spoon in time with Callistra, and began to copy the other woman's movements.&nbsp; She hadn't realized that she'd been holding her spoon wrong all these years, hadn't realized that there was a 'right' way to hold a spoon.&nbsp; The bites she was to take were too small for her liking, but it allowed her to actually taste the food she was given.&nbsp; She'd never really paid attention to the way things tasted before.&nbsp; It was like eating was an experience. <br><br>Letter's as numbers.&nbsp; She supposed she could work with that.&nbsp; She'd need to know what each letter looked like though, she'd never bothered to really examine what little writing existed around her.&nbsp; She trusted that Callistra would help her with that.&nbsp; Shaye was eager to get started, wanted to prove her worth.&nbsp; There was also more than a small part of her was positive that Shade would return and change his mind, that picking her had all been one giant mistake.&nbsp; She wanted to get as much out of this as she could before that happened.&nbsp; <br><br>"What do I wish?" she echoes the question as she takes a small sip of her beer.&nbsp; She couldn't remember the last time someone asked her anything like that.&nbsp; Very few people were interested in the ambitions of a gutter rat.&nbsp; She listened to Callistra's advice, that wealth and power in themselves were not enough.&nbsp; <br><br>"I want it all." she says after a short period of time, greed shining in her bright green eyes.&nbsp; But it was a new kind of greed, for more than just money, more than just power.&nbsp; "I want to see what the stories talk about.&nbsp; About the mountains covered in snow and protected by dragons.&nbsp; I want to see the ocean and the monsters hiding beneath it, and the desserts, and the castles, and the caves, and the keeps.&nbsp; I want to rescue damsels, and discover the hidden Elven kingdoms. I want to steal a dragon's horde of treasure, and listen to the terrible songs of sirens.&nbsp; I want to fight with demons, and see the dwarven forges.&nbsp; I want to-I want to-" by the end of it she was almost babbling, unable to stop once she'd began.&nbsp; She'd never said her dreams out loud before, and now she couldn't stop.<br><br>"I want to live." Her tone grew almost frantic, and her eyes wild.<br><br>She looked a little shaken, when she was done, her hands shaking lightly as she stares at the other woman.&nbsp; And then there was silence.<br><br>Shaye jerks back when the servant girl enters the room, revealing that Shaye hadn't nearly been as successful in her thievery as she'd first assumed.&nbsp; "I can escape through the back, come back at night." Shaye offers as she rises to her feet.&nbsp; Where could she be hidden that they wouldn't find her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 02:28:09</strong>
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				Callistra shook her head and stood, moving over to a cabinet in the corner.&nbsp; "Here," she said, opening the cabinet doors.&nbsp; "There's a false back that leads into a small closet inside the wall itself.&nbsp; You'll be safe, and I'll get you once this is all over."&nbsp; Assuming Shaye did as requested, Callistra would proceed to run interference with the nobleman and his goons.&nbsp; It was a typical little shakedown, and it wasn't long before the nobleman got what he really wanted.&nbsp; A free sexual favor.&nbsp; Callistra would open the cabinet to let Shaye free, then promptly went over and grabbed her ale to drown out the taste in her mouth.&nbsp; "Filthy nobles," she all but spat.&nbsp; "All they do is take.&nbsp; Shade has it right.&nbsp; Make them feel how we feel."<br><br>Once the ale was downed and drunk completely, Callistra would proceed to guide Shaye upstairs.&nbsp; "The girls' rooms are up here, third floor.&nbsp; Safe and guarded by those loyal to the house.&nbsp; The second level is working rooms.&nbsp; If you go into one, you can expect a knock at some time or another.&nbsp; The place is as safe as I can make it, and if you don't like sleeping alone, you can get a fee from the clients.&nbsp; I leave that up to you this night.&nbsp; Tomorrow, we will begin your lessons.&nbsp; Learning your letters will be first and foremost.&nbsp; Manners and etiquette can be taught along with the letters, as there are no books for them.&nbsp; Just intuition and time."&nbsp; Callistra would leave Shaye to her own thoughts for the time being.&nbsp; It was at this point that a choice was presented to Shaye.<br><br>Did she sleep alone, perhaps feeling safe for the first time in ages, or seek a room downstairs and some companionship?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 04:11:22</strong>
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				Shaye eyed the cabinet carefully, instantly feeling claustrophobic.&nbsp; If someone found the hiding spot, she was done for.&nbsp; There was only one entrance, which meant only one exit.&nbsp; If she got caught, there would be no way for her to escape.&nbsp; But she went in, more as a way of demonstrating her trust in the woman more than anything else.&nbsp; Callistra could sell her out for a few copper pieces and there would be nothing Shaye could do to stop her.<br><br>But that didn't happen.&nbsp; It couldn't have been more than half an hour that she sat in the confined space of the hidden closet.&nbsp; But when Callistra finally opened the door, Shaye felt more relieved then she could possibly say.&nbsp; She didn't like enclosed spaces like this, and she'd been covered in a cold sweat the entire time.<br><br>She listened as Callistra spat out the awful taste, and revealed her feelings towards the social elite, but said nothing.&nbsp; The woman had her right to explode if she wanted to.&nbsp; She'd given a man fellatio to keep Shaye alive, the woman could do whatever the hell she wanted to.&nbsp; Besides, Shaye was never one to defend a rich man, noble or otherwise.<br><br>The choice that she'd been given was clear.&nbsp; Make money, or sleep peacefully in bed for a night.&nbsp; Normally, she'd choose the whoring.&nbsp; A safe place to spread her thighs for a profit was a rare opportunity, and doing it on a bed would be a luxury.&nbsp; She'd even be able to offer Callistra some of her earnings, and she wanted to give some kind of gift to the other woman.<br><br>But she didn't choose the second floor, she chose the third.&nbsp; Because she had a feeling that things in her life wouldn't be the same ever again starting tomorrow.&nbsp; And a night alone in a bed all her own, with four walls and a roof around her, safe enough to sleep without one eye open...it was something she'd never actually experienced before.&nbsp; <br><br>So Shaye went into the room that had been offered to her, and curled up in the bed that felt far too soft and warm to be something so easily offered.&nbsp; She'd planned on really enjoying it, but she was asleep almost before her head hit the pillow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 00:46:53</strong>
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				Shaye was allowed her sleep, never bothered in the slightest.&nbsp; Whenever she awoke, she'd be given the time to get herself together and take care of any needs before leaving.&nbsp; The morning of the whorehouse wasn't busy, as it was locked up to give the girls some rest.&nbsp; Come the afternoon, things would be much busier.&nbsp; The girls would lounge around in the main area, making small talk and trading tips of the trade.&nbsp; There was a buffet of food set up, so the girls could eat at their leisure.&nbsp; Drinks were mostly water or weak wines to ensure no one lost their head too early in the morning.<br><br>Callistra was downstairs, speaking with a number of the girls.&nbsp; She was helping them count up their earnings, taking the percentage the house required for their safety.&nbsp; Once that was done, she spent time chatting with all the girls, showing the same warmth that she showed to Shaye.&nbsp; Once that was complete, Callistra would pause and eat some food herself, waiting on Shaye to join her.&nbsp; There were a number of books that she had handy from the looks of it, as she flipped open a few of them to double check their contents.&nbsp; The basics of learning to read were in them, along with a book on numbers.&nbsp; They had to be basic for Shaye, given what she had told Callistra.&nbsp; It was up to Shaye to come down and socialize at this point in time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 17:48:29</strong>
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				She didn't want to get up.&nbsp; She was warm and comfortable, it was the best sleep she'd had in years.&nbsp; She allowed herself the luxury of simply staying in bed for awhile.&nbsp; Not asleep, but not fully awake either.&nbsp; Just relaxing.<br><br>In the end, real life won over, and she forced herself up and out of the bed's warm embrace.&nbsp; Scratching her head and forcing some fleas to make a quick getaway, Shaye walks down to the main floor of the whore house, taking in the sight of all of the prostitutes lounging around during their off time.&nbsp; She was a little surprised, whores tended to work the most during the night.&nbsp; These girls were either up surprisingly early, or Shaye had slept later than she'd intended to. <br><br>She wandered around the women, listening to them chatter about sexual tips, funny stories from the night before, or small little things about weather,clothes, and food.&nbsp; Shaye didn't really speak to anyone herself, simply enjoying the atmosphere.&nbsp; Taking a glass of weak wine for herself, she takes a seat next to one of the older girls.&nbsp; Giving the woman a quick compliment on her dress, Shaye sips her wine as she watches for Callistra.&nbsp; It didn't take too long to spot her, she was helping some of the whores work out their profits.&nbsp; &nbsp;Shaye didn't&nbsp; move for awhile, watching the pretty woman work.&nbsp; She really was a kind one.<br><br>Shaye finally moved from her chair over to Callistra, when it looked like the other woman's work had died down.&nbsp; Taking a seat across from the red headed leader of the whores, she glances down at the books the woman had gathered around her.&nbsp; "Are those for me?" She asks, squinting down at the titles, as though she could understand what they said.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:41:50</strong>
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				Callistra smiled at Shaye before pushing away her own food for a moment.&nbsp; "They will be soon enough," Callistra said with a smile.&nbsp; "For now, please, eat.&nbsp; Take a few moments to collect yourself and wake up.&nbsp; After all, today is probably going to be a very long day."&nbsp; As she gave Shaye those few moments to do whatever she wished, Callistra picked up the books and set them out in front of her.&nbsp; "This one," she said, tapping on the top one "is the one that will teach you letters.&nbsp; It is what I use for the other girls that don't know their own letters.&nbsp; I wrote it a few years ago, when I first came to this place.&nbsp; It's intended to teach you letters based on the words you use in every day life."&nbsp; She smiled, stroking the binding as she looked from Shaye down to the book.&nbsp; "I thought it easiest to use this to teach the other girls.&nbsp; I would like to say I've helped them all, and that's what matters."<br><br>Callistra was wearing a simple shirt and trousers, reaching down she'd lift her shirt for a moment, unconsciously rubbing at the scars there.&nbsp; It was evident that her stomach was a mass of scar tissue, she'd been damn near butchered in her wounding earlier in her life.&nbsp; She'd pause with it somewhat lifted, tapping fingernails against the scars.&nbsp; "It still hurts," she said softly.&nbsp; "I can still feel each and every thrust of the blade as it went into me.&nbsp; The child was dead in the first strike."&nbsp; The mourning there in her voice was strong, the loss of something that she had truly wanted.&nbsp; The shirt dropped away and she sighed softly, giving a weak smile to Shaye.&nbsp; "But that is neither here nor there.&nbsp; For now, you will learn your letters."<br><br>Callistra opened the book to the first page, flipping it around and sliding it towards the young woman.&nbsp; "The first word on the page is 'dammnit'."&nbsp; Shaye smiled.&nbsp; "I thought it fitting.&nbsp; The thing you will take note of is there are two of the letter m in this version.&nbsp; Because it's a general swear, not the usual of 'damn it'.&nbsp; The letters of the word are d, a, m, m, n, i, t.&nbsp; Take a look at them so that you can see how they fit together, and slowly enunciate the word.&nbsp; Then we will move on to the next word."&nbsp; Callistra was smiling, stronger now, at Shaye.&nbsp; She gave encouragement wordlessly, simply sitting there.&nbsp; This was a strong woman in her own way, and an intelligent one who actually cared about those she sat with.&nbsp; Callistra did not rush Shaye, she gave her tips as the first word would be spoken, as often as needed.&nbsp; None of the other girls in the house would comment or interrupt Shaye and Callistra, since they had all been there before.&nbsp; They may be the lower class of society, but they had their own respect for one another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 04:10:23</strong>
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				Callistra was quickly becoming Shaye's favorite person.&nbsp; Mostly due to the continued offerings of food she gave her.&nbsp; She ate the meal that was pushed in front of her, and shoved a few extra slices of bread into one of her dress pockets for later. There was still a chance this might all blow up in her face after all.&nbsp; She watched Callistra as she ate, examining the woman's change in wardrobe.&nbsp; This must be quite the successful whore house.&nbsp; And then Callistra began to explain how the books she'd be using had helped all the other women learn to read, and Shaye couldn't help be impressed once more by the woman.<br><br>Teaching hookers to read.&nbsp; Who would do that?&nbsp; Why would they do that?&nbsp; The only thing a whore needed to do was spread her thighs and make sure that her customer gave her the right amount of coin at the end of it.&nbsp; Reading was about as essential to a whore's life as it was to a thief's.&nbsp; <br><br>But Caliistra did it.&nbsp; Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Callistra was never meant to be a whore.&nbsp; If her employer had been a bit less of a brute, or a little more impotent, Callistra wouldn't be here.&nbsp; She'd still be a maid.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye grinned widely when she discovered what the first word scribbled on the page was.&nbsp; Dammnit.&nbsp; Great way to begin.&nbsp; <br><br>As they continued with Shaye's lessons, Shaye struggled.&nbsp; More often then not, the only thing that kept her from flipping the table over and storming out in a rage was her respect for Callistra.&nbsp; The work was slow, and hard.&nbsp; And after a few hours of it Shaye felt more exhausted than if she'd done a day's hard physical labor.&nbsp; <br><br>She was making progress.&nbsp; She'd managed to grasp the entire alphabet, memorizing the symbols easy enough.&nbsp; And she'd even begun to read a little, with basic comprehension coming to her with time.&nbsp; However writing was all but impossible for her.&nbsp; She couldn't make her hands do the work that was in her mind.&nbsp; She knew what the symbols to use to make the word dammnit, but she couldn't seem to copy the way each letter appeared all that well.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 23:19:20</strong>
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				When it came to reading, Callistra saw that Shaye was picking it up.&nbsp; She'd give her plenty of encouragement.&nbsp; When the house opened for business, Callistra took Shaye upstairs so that they could have privacy.&nbsp; The meals were brought up for them, and Callistra gave her all the time in the world.&nbsp; When it came to writing, Callistra would smile and shake her head.&nbsp; "Stop treating it like a weapon," she'd say.&nbsp; "Watch."&nbsp; She showed Shaye how Shaye held it, like a weapon to be used.&nbsp; "Put it between your fingers here and cradle it with your thumb.&nbsp; Like this."&nbsp; The pencil rested between Callistra's index and middle fingers, supported by the webbing between her index and thumb.&nbsp; "Just like this.&nbsp; When you write, you want it to be neat and precise."&nbsp; Callistra pulled a piece of parchment to her and began to demonstrate in depth.&nbsp; "Think of it like a hobby.&nbsp; Not something you have to do.&nbsp; You want to do it.&nbsp; Because it lets you write things like this."<br><br>The parchment turned, and the lettering was simple and distinct.&nbsp; <em>Smile, Shaye.&nbsp; Your life has just begun.</em>&nbsp; The words were simple, elegant, and true.&nbsp; Callistra would wait to see if Shaye did as she was asked, after which the lessons would be closed.&nbsp; "The night is yours, Shaye.&nbsp; Again, you can take your night to yourself or you can take a lover if you so choose.&nbsp; We don't have many brutes that come our way.&nbsp; Which is why we're so popular.&nbsp; And some of the men that come this way enjoy more than a simple rutting.&nbsp; Some men ask not for any sex at all.&nbsp; Some merely enjoy being fawned over by a beautiful woman.&nbsp; And they will appreciate honesty.&nbsp; Because those that come here for that will tell the girl so, and the girl will in turn ask what they desire."&nbsp; Callistra smiled, running a hand through her hair.&nbsp; "Some men like it when a woman simply talks to them as a man.&nbsp; Your pick will be there if you so choose."<br><br>Callistra shot Shaye a wicked, saucy little grin.&nbsp; "But I won't lie.&nbsp; I sometimes enjoy it when a man wants sex, but he doesn't want to be the dominant partner.&nbsp; Throwing him on a bed and riding him for a few hours is nice at times."&nbsp; Callistra gave a melodramatic, fake sigh as she would begin packing the books away.&nbsp; "The days will keep up like this until Shade returns.&nbsp; When he does, he'll be impressed.&nbsp; In one day, you have come very far.&nbsp; Let me know if you need anything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 23:50:27</strong>
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				Callistra was as kind and patient as ever.&nbsp; It made Shaye wonder about her, if she'd always been that way, or if falling from Grace had caused it.&nbsp; She didn't know many lord's maids, but she doubted they would be this kind to your average street urchin.&nbsp; But then, Shaye wasn't to be your average street urchin any more.&nbsp; She was going to become literate, she was going to learn manners, and she was going to become one of the greatest thieves the world had ever seen.&nbsp; Maybe Callistra was just thinking towards the future, to the day when Shaye would be able to return the favor that Callistra was giving her.<br><br>But then the help that Callistra was giving was completely due to her owing Shade, wasn't it? <br><br>She watched Callistra as she held the pencil properly, but she just couldn't seem to get it right.&nbsp; She squeezed it hard enough to cause it to be pushed out of her grasp, or she fumbled around with it, pushing too deeply into the parchment, ripping the sheet where she tried to write.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye squints her green eyes at the parchment to see what Callistra had written, and she slowly works her way through the words.&nbsp; S-m-i- Smile.&nbsp; S-H-A-Y-E&nbsp; that was her name.&nbsp; As short to spell as it was to say, she appreciated that. Y-O-U-R.&nbsp; Damn, the Y's always got her confused.&nbsp; It took her a minute or so, but then she remembered the proper word.&nbsp; L-I-F-E, on and on, she worked to read what Callistra had written.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she'd finally reached the end, a sense of victory welled through her.&nbsp; And putting the words together, she felt rather touched.&nbsp; <br><br>She took a moment to stare at her mentor, appreciation filling her heart to the brim.&nbsp; She'd remember Callistra, once she became successful. She'd do something to help the woman.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll whore myself out." Shaye says with a shrug.&nbsp; "I could use some more coin in my purse." she adds as an explanation.&nbsp; She held back her laughter when Callistra referred to the customer as, 'lovers', and turned her head down, appearing as though she had returned to reading in order to hide the smile that had spread across her face.&nbsp; <br><br>"Which ones pay more?" she asks, scratching behind her ear.&nbsp; &nbsp;She couldn't believe that a man would pay a woman just to talk to them, but Callistra said it; which meant it must be true.&nbsp; Shaye wasn't much of a conversationalist, but if they'd pay her more for a few words than for a few fucks, then she'd figure out nine different ways to talk about the weather.&nbsp; <br><br>She giggles as Callistra shares her personal fetish for a man who lets her take the lead, and Shaye gives a grin of her own.&nbsp; "I wouldn't mind having a piece of what Shade talked about.&nbsp; Fucking on top of a bed of gold, sounds pretty nice if you ask me." Chewing on her pencil stub, Shaye glances upwards, mentally calculating just how many coins would be unnecessary for such a feat.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 04:45:23</strong>
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				Callistra smiled at Shaye, running her hands through her hair and shaking it loose a bit.&nbsp; "You'll have your pick of whomever you want once the business starts," she said.&nbsp; "But it depends on the man.&nbsp; Don't be surprised if you see a few thieves around here.&nbsp; They use us as alibis as needed.&nbsp; I've had a few girls who've given a quick haven and story to a guard or two that have come this way."&nbsp; She winked, and finished collecting the books.&nbsp; Lessons were done, and Shaye would be left to her own devices.<br><br>The house was very prosperous, and as the night went on, there were a multitude of people that came through the doors.&nbsp; Primarily men, a few women, and it was obvious that there were connections between some of the working girls and those who visited.&nbsp; Some brought gifts to their favored mistresses, and others simply started walking up to the rooms, knowing which one belonged to whom.&nbsp; There was a distinct level of professionalism between the women and those who visited.&nbsp; Yet there were also more than a few that appeared to be new to the house, let alone to visiting a woman for sexual favors.<br><br>One man in particular stood out the most, though.&nbsp; The man was a monster of a man, standing near seven feet and being built like a bear.&nbsp; Clad as he was in little more than a shirt and trousers, he rested near the fireplace, sipping on ale and some stew.&nbsp; If Shaye asked about him, given that he was alone in a whore house, one of the girls would explain who he was.&nbsp; "That's Gavrel, a former gladiator.&nbsp; He retired very wealthy, but he doesn't talk much.&nbsp; No one really knows much about him, and he doesn't really seek us out.&nbsp; It seems like he likes being around people, but he's...intimidating.&nbsp; And not entirely pleasant to look at."&nbsp; That was an understatement for the warrior, as he was covered in scars.&nbsp; But he gave off no air of menace, and did not appear to be intimidating anyone directly.&nbsp; He was just...different.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 00:55:06</strong>
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				The whores here got to choose their clients?&nbsp; Shaye was surprised that she hadn't heard of Callistra's place before.&nbsp; It seemed like the kind of whorehouse that would be bursting out the seems with girl's who'd want to work here.&nbsp; They got to learn how to read, got to talk instead of fuck if they'd like, and they got to choose who they fucked.&nbsp; It sounded too good to be true, and if Callistra wasn't as kind as she was, Shaye would be positive that there was some kind of awful catch that had yet to be discovered.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye spent some time watching the ladies of the night do their rounds.&nbsp; It was interesting, Shaye hadn't spent much time in whorehouses, but she was fairly certain this wasn't normal.&nbsp; Who in their right mind would bring a gift to a whore?&nbsp; The mind boggled at the concept of hiring a woman for more than just what was between her thighs.<br><br>She saw the usual clients go through, not even glancing around, already knowing the way to their favorite.&nbsp; She saw the virgins, and the newcomers, glancing around nervously like someone would judge them or kick them out for saying or doing the wrong thing.<br><br>But everyone seemed to have their place.&nbsp; Everyone except for her.&nbsp; And for him.<br><br>It didn't take her long to notice the giant, given how large he was, and how he was the only one in the room who seemed uninterested in all the female offerings that filled the main area.&nbsp; "Who is he?" She asks a nearby whore whose hair looked like she washed it <em>every day</em> and her face looked even cleaner.&nbsp; Upon getting the explanation, Shaye finds herself even more interested in him than before.&nbsp; It was pretty rare for gladiators to live long enough to retire, even rarer for them to manage it with all their limbs intact.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking over to the man, Shaye wipes her hands on her skirt, for the first time in her life actually wishing that she'd bothered to use that bath that was in her room.&nbsp; Suddenly, she realized what a good bath could give her besides a drowned batch of fleas.&nbsp; These whores wore clean clothes and washed themselves regularly, and it gave them an expensive appeal that Shaye just didn't have yet.&nbsp; She wondered what the usual rates were for a night at Callistra's.<br><br>"You doing all right here sir?" Shaye asks, making her presence known to the gladiator as she stands opposite him by the fireplace.&nbsp; "Want something more to drink?"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 01:21:32</strong>
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				Gavrel paused in the middle of his meal and would turn to look at her.&nbsp; She wasn't much taller standing than he was sitting.&nbsp; And he didn't look to be any more pleasant from his scarred features.&nbsp; "I'll give you credit lass," he said in a rather soft, gentle voice.&nbsp; "It takes some brass to step up to me and ask me anything.&nbsp; Most of the girls here don't even do that.&nbsp; You must be new."&nbsp; His foot slid against the floor and pushed the chair to his right out.&nbsp; "Have a seat."&nbsp; Gavrel would finish his flagon and would raise it in the air, so one of the servers would come his way and top it off.&nbsp; "So what brings you here?" Gavrel would ask.<br><br>Many eyes were now upon the pair sitting at the table, and hushed conversation sprang up.&nbsp; But it was up to Shaye to take the next step.&nbsp; He didn't seem willing to do much speaking just yet.&nbsp; If she looked around, Callistra would be keeping an eye on the pair of them near the fire as they were.&nbsp; Callistra had dolled herself up, and she wore a corset and short skirt that showed off all her assets to the best of their ability.&nbsp; The interesting thing would be the person she was talking to.<br><br>Shade.&nbsp; He stood in the shadows, but he'd ensure that Shaye could pick him out if she tried.&nbsp; Then he'd be in the shadows again, speaking softly to Callistra.&nbsp; Their conversation would have to be about her, that much was evident.&nbsp; However, Shaye had the big man to worry about.&nbsp; Patience seemed to be his strong suit, as he waited for her, eating little bites of his food as he waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 01:37:36</strong>
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				His voice was different than his face.&nbsp; That was the first thing she noticed.&nbsp; From the look of him, his voice should be as rough and mean as his face.&nbsp; Well scarred and well used.&nbsp; But it wasn't.&nbsp; He sounded like the kind of person who'd feel bad for swatting a fly.&nbsp; But how could a voice like that survive the gladiator ring?&nbsp; As he offers her a seat, Shaye glances down at the chair before glancing back around the room.&nbsp; Had she made a mistake?&nbsp; People were looking and whispering.&nbsp; She didn't like when a lot of people were looking at her, all her lessons in life made her nervous when people stared at her.&nbsp; They could identify her if they looked at her, they could remember her face, they could remember what direction she'd run towards.&nbsp; She had to fight off the cold sweat that was ready to spread across her skin.&nbsp; <br><br>She sat down, if for no other reason than to try and blend in better, but her eyes continued to scan the room.&nbsp; There was Callistra, as beautiful as ever.&nbsp; And there was Shade.&nbsp; Instantly her entire body tensed up.&nbsp; This must have been some sort of test.&nbsp; Was she doing it right?&nbsp; Did he want her to steal from the gladiator?&nbsp; She didn't want to do that.&nbsp; He might sound gentle, but she had no doubt that he could crush her bones into a fine dust with nothing more than his thumb.&nbsp; She liked her victims fat, dumb, and slow.&nbsp; Gavrel was anything but.&nbsp; <br><br>Or was the test just about getting Gavrel to agree to be her customer?&nbsp; <br><br>And now Shade was talking with Callistra, and it was all Shaye could do to keep from jumping up out of the chair and rushing over to the pair.&nbsp; <br><br>Gavrel said something, and Shaye's attention was pulled from the pair.&nbsp; "What was that?" Shaye asks, turning her eyes back to the giant.&nbsp; "Oh, not so much.&nbsp; Trying to be hospitable I suppose." She says with a stiff grin, mind still on Shade and Callistra.&nbsp; "What about you? I don't know many people who'd come to a place like this just for the stew." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 01:14:06</strong>
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				Gavrel paused, turning to her and chuckling softly.&nbsp; "Lass," he said softly.&nbsp; "Compared to what I've been around for more than a decade, this place is heaven.&nbsp; Beautiful women, some of whom gawk at me, but the food is good and the company pleasant.&nbsp; It's all I can ask for anymore."&nbsp; He'd continue eating, letting her take the conversation where she may choose.&nbsp; He showed no signs of feeling rushed or hurried, so he made no move to speak unless she struck the conversation up once more.<br><br>Meanwhile, Callistra and Shade were speaking one last time.&nbsp; Shade nodded, and would place a pouch in Callistra's hands.&nbsp; The woman tried to push it back, but the thief was having none of it.&nbsp; He'd simply turn and walk away, sneaking through some secret passage or another, leaving Callistra there alone.&nbsp; The woman sighed and shook her head, slipping the pouch under the counter where she stood, moving things about to cover them up.&nbsp; The woman shot Shaye a glance, smiled encouragingly, then moved over to talk to some of them men that had come in.&nbsp; Newer patrons by the look of them, and when they tried to grope Callistra, it was obvious that she was having none of that if payment was not being exchanged.<br><br>A serving lass would bring more food out for Gavrel, placing a fresh bowl of stew, loaf of bread, and honey butter on the table.&nbsp; Gavrel would pause in eating, tipping the lass a gold piece, and would then look up at Shaye.&nbsp; "There's plenty to be had if you so choose," he said in that gravelly voice of his.&nbsp; "And if not, more for me."&nbsp; Gavrel laughed, gripping the bread and ripping it easily and quickly in two.&nbsp; Half he left, the other half he dipped into the bowl he'd been eating from before she arrived.&nbsp; The other bowl sat there, and he took no notice of it yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 01:36:12</strong>
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				"Heaven is a whorehouse." Shaye says, green eyes crinkling with mirth.&nbsp; "I think there might be some religious types who'd have a problem with that." Shaye says as she leans back in her chair, watching the hulk of a man eat his stew and drink his ale.&nbsp; She was quiet for a time, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence.&nbsp; It gave her the time to watch Callistra and Shade's interaction from the corner of&nbsp; her eye.&nbsp; She had no doubt that it was money hiding in Shade's pouch.&nbsp; She couldn't understand why Callistra would try to turn it away.&nbsp; Who turned away free money?&nbsp; But then, Callistra had just freed herself from debt by taking her on, maybe this was Shade's way of keeping her under his order.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, it meant that Shade wasn't necessarily there just to keep tabs on Shaye.&nbsp; It actually drew her annoyance that he didn't even great her.&nbsp; He was the one having her get trained, wasn't he?&nbsp; She'd have thought he'd have liked to know she knew her alphabet now.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye eyed the gold piece that Gavrel gave the waitress, and it took everything inside of her not to show her disbelief.&nbsp; That was more than some people made in a week.&nbsp; This gladiator clearly had no comprehension of how to handle money.&nbsp; He was stupid rich.&nbsp; Which in Shaye's opinion, was probably the best kind there was.&nbsp; <br><br>At his offering of food, Shaye didn't hesitate, her old instincts kicking in automatically as she grabs at the bread he'd ripped in half.&nbsp; It was halfway to her mouth before she remembered her lessons with Callistra.&nbsp; Carefully she moves the new bowl in front of her and dips her bread into it carefully before taking a bite.&nbsp; She wasn't quite as starving as she had been previously, so the slow motions weren't quite as torturous as they had been originally. <br><br>"Is food all you buy here?" Shaye asks with a sly smile, eyeing him as she continues to feast on her stew and bread.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 01:52:20</strong>
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				Gavrel smiled at her and he'd shake his head.&nbsp; "No lass," he said softly.&nbsp; "It's not all that I buy while I'm here.&nbsp; But I tend to be quite picky when it comes to whom I choose as a companion for a night.&nbsp; I'm not a handsome man, and I don't enjoy seeing disgust on a woman's face when I'm with her.&nbsp; I have scars upon scars, wounds that healed quite horribly.&nbsp; Nor am I a small man when it comes to my manhood.&nbsp; That can, also, be quite displeasing when a woman doesn't enjoy it."&nbsp; He paused, tapping his spoon against his lips.&nbsp; "In truth, a woman who sells herself is no different than a gladiator.&nbsp; Both are out to make a living for themselves, and they do it the best way they know how.&nbsp; Granted, women are much, much prettier when they do it."<br><br>A sigh escaped him, almost wistful, as he spoke with her.&nbsp; The heart of a soldier, the mind of a scholar, and the soul of a philosopher, Gavrel had.&nbsp; "I don't think Heaven would be a whorehouse, " he continued.&nbsp; "I'd just as happy be fishing or working on a farm.&nbsp; But everyone does what they do best.&nbsp; I killed, men, women, beasts, monsters.&nbsp; If it was in front of me in the arena, it died.&nbsp; No more, no less.&nbsp; It let me survive.&nbsp; No different than you girls here.&nbsp; You do what you have to in order to survive.&nbsp; And I find that commendable.&nbsp; The women here...there is no hiding their desires.&nbsp; No pretense, no false illusions.&nbsp; They seek comfort and survival, so they use their wiles to make coin and live on another day.&nbsp; This house just happens to be the best one that I've found.&nbsp; Callistra runs a good ship here."<br><br>Gavrel looked at her, mirth playing on his face and lips as he regarded her.&nbsp; "What about you, lass?&nbsp; What dreams do you have?&nbsp; Do they go beyond this house, talking with an old man who likes nothing more than to be in the presence of beauty at times?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 02:13:32</strong>
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				Shaye eats while Gavrel speaks, delighting in the warm food that found it's way into her belly once more.&nbsp; It was insane, how much Shaye's life had improved in a day.&nbsp; Good food, a bed of her own, an education, and good company.&nbsp; People would sell their souls for less, and she'd gotten it for little more than a promise of employment.&nbsp; So Shaye could hardly believe it when Gavrel admitted that the reason he was picky was because his cock was too big and his face was too scarred.&nbsp; She wanted to tell him that his face was nothing compared to what she'd seen on Shade.&nbsp; Gavrel was scarred, but he wasn't branded, he didn't have a promise of death on his face.&nbsp; <br><br>He was scarred, not hideous.&nbsp; And as for his cock...she couldn't help it when a snicker forced it's way from her mouth.&nbsp; "I've heard of men being shy because their manhood's are more boys then men, but not because they were too big." She says with a grin.&nbsp; Not that she didn't believe Gavrel, she had no doubt that he'd have a big member, she just didn't think it was possible for it to be 'too' big.&nbsp; "You fed me Gavrel, that makes you prettier than a daisy in my eyes." Shaye says, tipping her bread to him in a makeshift toast before taking another bite of it.&nbsp; <br><br>As he began to talk about life in the arena, Shaye sobered up somewhat.&nbsp; She wondered if this was the kind of conversations Callistra was talking about, men who came to talk about their pain, with no interest in sex.&nbsp; She could almost understand it if they had lives like Gavrel.&nbsp; If she was forced in a ring and made to kill people, she supposed she'd want someone to talk to as well.&nbsp; <br><br>As he asks her about her dreams, Shaye lets out a snort.&nbsp; "You want to know the dreams of a whore?" She asks wryly, before looking away.&nbsp; She didn't think it would be right to talk to Gavrel like she'd spoken with Callistra.&nbsp; Somehow she felt it would be wrong of her to release all of her dreams on someone who was paying to be there.&nbsp; And she still wasn't used to talking about her dreams, Callistra had been the first one to do it-and now Gavrel was.&nbsp; "To escape I guess." She says in between bites of bread.&nbsp; "To get out of Roden, see the world." She didn't look at him while she spoke, looking instead at the fireplace, watching the flames flicker to and fro.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 02:23:46</strong>
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				Gavrel would chuckle softly.&nbsp; "Prettier than a daisy my ass," he snorted afterwards.&nbsp; "And if you truly wish to see, well."&nbsp; Gavrel pushed back his chair enough to reach down to his trousers.&nbsp; With a slight release of the strings, it would allow him to release himself from the confines of the clothing.&nbsp; To say he was large was an understatement.&nbsp; Even flaccid, he was well over eight inches long.&nbsp; "It grows larger when hard."&nbsp; Those were simple words, yet the meaning was evident.&nbsp; Engorged, he had to be a foot in length, or damn near it.&nbsp; He let it sit there on his leg, completely unabashed at the sudden nudity he was displaying.&nbsp; "See?" he said before putting himself away.&nbsp; "Most women find that to be too large."<br><br>Gavrel wouldn't miss a beat, immediately turning back to his food.&nbsp; "Everyone's dreams are important, lass," he said quietly.&nbsp; "They matter.&nbsp; They are what drive us.&nbsp; You wish for freedom, in your own way.&nbsp; To escape that which is the city, and the confines of it.&nbsp; I wished to escape the arena.&nbsp; I'm proof that it can be done."&nbsp; Gavrel had imparted his wisdom to her as best he knew how.&nbsp; He had told her that it was possible, that it could be achieved.&nbsp; He hadn't spoken that it would be easy, or that it wouldn't take sacrifice.&nbsp; He'd simply given her the same words someone long ago had given him.<br><br>"But aye lass," he said.&nbsp; "If you'd want to spend an eve with me, I wouldn't object.&nbsp; You're a fair lass, to say the least.&nbsp; Buxom thing, too.&nbsp; I'm fair used to being turned down, mind you.&nbsp; But the reason I come here is the few women who've had me here before treat me like a man.&nbsp; If I have a bath, they'll wash me with delicate touch.&nbsp; Tease and tantalize with passing touches of flesh.&nbsp; It's the feel of soft, smooth skin against my own rough, scarred flesh.&nbsp; Sex is fine, but it's more than that.&nbsp; It's the sensations."&nbsp; He paused, shaking his head.&nbsp; "After the sensations of the arena, I don't have much hardness left in me.&nbsp; I like the soft sensations.&nbsp; The beds here are excellent, the food and drink quite good.&nbsp; And the conversations can be quite enthralling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 02:37:58</strong>
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				Shaye choked on her bread when he showed off his member, less over the fact that he was willing to show it off in public and more due to it's size.&nbsp; It was the biggest thing she'd seen in her life! "Are you part ogre or something?" She demands, squinting at his face before looking back down at his manhood.&nbsp; Would it fit? She was no virgin, but she wasn't some back alley whore either.&nbsp; She wasn't <em>that</em> lose.&nbsp; Would he break her vagina? Was it possible to break her vagina?<br><br>She continued to stare blankly at him even after he hid his member back into his pants, barely listening as he went on about dreams.&nbsp; But as he talked about his own escape, her eyes sharpened.&nbsp; "How'd you do it?" She all but demands.&nbsp; It was rare for gladiators to ever leave the ring, but Gavrel had managed to do it.&nbsp; She'd been given a chance at escape with Shade's offer, but she was at the mercy of his whims.&nbsp; If he suddenly changed his mind, she'd be back where she was two days ago.<br><br>As he talked about the sensations of a woman, and how it was gentleness that he liked, her mind strays to what Callistra had spoken to her about, about men that liked to be beneath a woman while she took control.&nbsp; She had no doubt that someone like Gavrel would prefer that.&nbsp; But even knowing that...would he fit?&nbsp; "I may not be as gentle as some of the women here Gavrel," Or have any kind of knowledge about giving him a bath.&nbsp; She could count the times she'd bathed herself on one hand, doing it to another person would be a new experience.&nbsp; "But I'll give you some sensations you won't forget."&nbsp; If he couldn't fit in her pussy, she supposed she'd do her best at using her mouth and hands to the best of their abilities.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 02:47:41</strong>
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				Gavrel would laugh when she mentioned the ogre.&nbsp; "Not to my knowledge, no ogre blood," he chuckled.&nbsp; "How'd I do it?" he asked in response to her asking him that same question.&nbsp; "One fight at a time.&nbsp; One day at a time.&nbsp; One week at a time.&nbsp; One month at a time.&nbsp; One year at a time."&nbsp; Statements that built upon each other as he spoke them, his face taking on a bit of a harder edge.&nbsp; "I wasn't a slave, so I did my own investments.&nbsp; Bet on myself, all my winnings, each fight.&nbsp; Do or die.&nbsp; I would either be rich, or dead.&nbsp; The battles grew harder as more money was bet.&nbsp; I was popular, so I brought in vast revenue for the nobility.&nbsp; They didn't want me to walk away, but the law was in my favor.&nbsp; I made more than my fair share of enemies, but I went through all nine layers of Hell to do what no one else could.&nbsp; Become rich, and win."<br><br>He'd regard her, quirking an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Lass," he said with a smile.&nbsp; "I've never seen you here before.&nbsp; I know you're new.&nbsp; If you don't mind this ogre, then aye, I'd love to have a night with you.&nbsp; And as I said, intercourse is not required with me.&nbsp; I'm monstrous in size and appearance.&nbsp; I spoke truthfully what I said.&nbsp; I simply enjoy a warm bed, a soft body against me, and conversation.&nbsp; If it strays beyond that, it would be entirely on you."&nbsp; He'd pause, letting his eye wander up one side and down the other of her in a sense.&nbsp; Taking in the scope of the lass.&nbsp; "But truthfully, if you wish, I could teach you a few things you'll need to know to obtain your freedom.&nbsp; I believe I'm an adept storyteller."&nbsp; He smiled and would lean back, food finished, fingers interlaced over his stomach.&nbsp; "Do you wish to finish, or have food bundled and brought up with us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:06:20</strong>
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				She listened carefully as he explained how he got out, but she didn't think it would work for her.&nbsp; It didn't matter how much she saved. Stealing a few coppers at a time got you nowhere when you constantly had to blow your savings on things like food.&nbsp; She was better off where she was, she knew that. She just would have appreciated a backup plan.&nbsp; Gavrel's tale was an interesting one, but not one that would benefit her own situation.&nbsp; She wasn't about to abandon Callestra or her deal with Shade, but it would have been nice to know she had the option.&nbsp; <br><br>Running a hand through the tangled black mess that was her hair, Shaye sniffs in insult as he kindly reminds her about how new she was.&nbsp; A part of her felt the need to fuck him based on nothing more than pride.&nbsp; She might not have been an expert, but he was treated her like a complete novice!&nbsp; As he gazed upon Shaye he'd see the same thing that Shade had when he'd first laid eyes on her.&nbsp; A scrawny, dirty thing with the potential for great beauty.&nbsp; A large bosom, a thin waist, a bright pair of eyes, and a shiny black hair that would surely turn into curls if she'd just pull a damn comb through it.&nbsp; If anything had changed, it was her pallor.&nbsp; While she was still tan, her complexion had pinkened somewhat, after the warm meals and good nights rest in a warm bed, her overall health had improved dramatically.&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly, Shaye begins to nod at Gavrel's offer. "I'll listen to your stories Gavrel, and I'll learn anything you feel like teaching me.&nbsp; I've been told I'm quite the student." she leans forward then, offering a hand for the man to either shake or help pull up out of the seat.&nbsp; "Let's have the food bundled.&nbsp; I don't believe in wasting a meal." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:31:14</strong>
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				Gavrel would stand, and the size difference between them was truly something to be marveled at.&nbsp; He would take her hand to help her out of her seat, and he'd incline his head to one of the serving lasses.&nbsp; Then, he would proceed over to Callistra before going upstairs.&nbsp; "What room may we use for the evening?" he asked softly.&nbsp; Callistra looked from him to Shaye, eyes going up to Gavrel, down to Shaye.&nbsp; The woman would shake her head as if trying to make sense of the situation, but she was smiling the entire time.&nbsp; "Take the one on the second, third on the right.&nbsp; It's the one with that large tub you like.&nbsp; I think even Shaye could slip in there with you, given its size."&nbsp; Gavrel snorted and would turn to head up the stairs.&nbsp; When the serving lass brought the food, Gavrel took it without hesitation and moved up the stairs, taking three at a time without much of a stretch.<br><br>Callistra would place a hand on Shaye's, having the girl pause for a moment.&nbsp; "Take care with him Shaye," Callistra said.&nbsp; "We've all seen our fair share of bad things in life, but Gavrel's special to us here.&nbsp; His wife came up from the whore houses before a noble took fancy to her.&nbsp; He raped and killed her."&nbsp; Tragedy would abound in the city of Roden, it appeared.&nbsp; "That's what had him seek out the arena.&nbsp; It was his own attempt at suicide.&nbsp; He doesn't ask many of us to come up there with him, and those who have speak of his gentle nature.&nbsp; You have one yourself, child.&nbsp; I think you two make a cute pair."&nbsp; Callistra winked.<br><br>"He'll ask you what you require before the night's over.&nbsp; Tell him whatever you wish.&nbsp; He's been generous to all the other lasses.&nbsp; So treat him well, and he'll treat you well.&nbsp; Now you'll get to see why we hold a special place in this city, sugar."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:45:46</strong>
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				She was surprised when Gavrel took her to see Callistra first.&nbsp; Most of the other girls already knew what room to pick.&nbsp; But then, taking a moment to consider it, Shaye realized that she had no way of knowing what rooms were in use.&nbsp; Good thing Gavrel had taken it upon himself to ask.&nbsp; There might have been a problem otherwise.&nbsp; When Callistra offered up a room with a particularly large tub, Shaye let out a snort of her own.&nbsp; She understood that Shade had wanted her to take a bath, but Shaye didn't see much use and had argued that prior to now.&nbsp; It seemed that Callistra was on the side of the Shade however.<br><br>Watching Gavrel move up the stairs quicker than any man his size had the right to, Shaye prepares to follow afterhim when Callistra's voice makes her pause.&nbsp; She listened to the story of a noble killing Gavrel's wife, finding it eerily similar to Callistra's own tale of near death.&nbsp; Shaye had little to no experience with nobles herself, but now she had no desire to deal with them.&nbsp; They sounded like a deadly lot.&nbsp; <br><br>She took a moment to look at Callistra as though she was insane when she claimed that Shaye had a gentle nature.&nbsp; She'd been accused of being many things.&nbsp; But gentle? Never.&nbsp; "I-" she prepares to argue and contradict Callistra, but changes her mind at the last minute.&nbsp; Why defend an ugly nature?&nbsp; If Callistra wanted to believe that Shaye was a good person, she wouldn't stop her.&nbsp; And...she liked the idea of having someone believe in her like that.&nbsp; Even if it was the madam of a whorehouse.&nbsp; <br><br>"He tipped the serving girl an entire gold coin.&nbsp; If he asks for my price at the end of the night, I'll try for ten." Shaye says with a wide grin.&nbsp; Ten gold was more than she'd ever had in her life.&nbsp; It was more a joke than anything else.&nbsp; But something told her that Gavrel could afford it.<br><br>Waving at Callistra, Shaye follows the path that Gavrel had made to the second floor, and opens the door without knocking.&nbsp; "Sorry about that.&nbsp; She wanted to warn me about your massive member." Shaye jokes with a quick laugh.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 02:26:37</strong>
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				Gavrel simply shook his head and would push through the door.&nbsp; It was obviously geared towards those who liked both comfort and were of larger size.&nbsp; The balcony was shaded and encased in glass, but the tub was also out there.&nbsp; The porcelain thing was definitely large enough to accommodate both Shaye and Gavrel, and it was to there he went.&nbsp; Plumbing was a fantastic thing, and usually only the nobility could afford it.&nbsp; However, as was evident, Callistra ran a very clientele oriented business here.&nbsp; He'd turn the hot water on and start to remove his simple shirt and trousers.&nbsp; Scarred was the light word to say for the man, as he was covered in them from neck to ankle.&nbsp; The types were telling as well, standing out as lighter against his dark skin.<br><br>"The arena was brutal," he said softly, stepping over the lip of the tub to settle himself in.&nbsp; "Parts of me still hurt from it, too.&nbsp; Lingering remnants of the fights.&nbsp; However, the bath here tends to soothe it away."&nbsp; He'd look at her, starting at her feet and working his way up.&nbsp; It was the kind of dark, aroused look a man would give a woman when he was desiring her.&nbsp; "You'll enjoy the water.&nbsp; The scents are nice, and the potions that Callistra keeps for this one in particular helps wash away weariness.&nbsp; So please, come join me."<br><br>He paused to reach over the tub, gripping the food that he'd brought up and opening the basket.&nbsp; Meats, cheeses, and breads were in abundance, along with a bottle of wine.&nbsp; "I rarely bring up a woman, so I get them to ensure I get the best when I do.&nbsp; We can eat while we soak."&nbsp; He'd begin to make himself a sandwich, ripping a loaf in half and then further ripping it in half again before piling on the food.&nbsp; While he wanted to enjoy being with her, the stew had left him wanting more.&nbsp; And the food here was definitely better than the typical fair out in the city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 02:55:53</strong>
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				Walking inside of the bedroom, Shaye takes a moment to take in the difference that existed between the rooms that the women at Callistra's place fucked in and the rooms that they slept in.&nbsp; Her room had a bed, a window, and a tub; all were things that she'd taken as rather fancy.&nbsp; This room had a balcony covered in glass and a tub you could throw an orgy in.&nbsp; It was just another sign of just how well Callistra's whorehouse did for itself, and it made Shaye wonder what the place had been like when it had just started out.&nbsp; Was it always a high class whore house?&nbsp; If so, it was no wonder that the likes of her hand't heard of it before now.&nbsp; Fancier places required fancier hookers and fancier clientele. <br><br>Shaye watched the plumbing with mistrust.&nbsp; The only thing more dangerous than magic was science, and any mechanical object that could turn cold water hot without an enchantment wasn't to be relied on.&nbsp; Turning her attention from the water to Gavrel, she couldn't mask her shock at the sight of him.&nbsp; She hadn't realized just how scarred he would be beneath his clothing.&nbsp; He was practically more scar than skin.&nbsp; <br><br>As he invites her into the tub, Shaye shows just how small her sense of shame was when she slips off her dress with a quick motion.&nbsp; The dress fell to the floor with a clunk rather than a flutter, the hundred hidden pockets in her skirts having a hundred little objects, which weighed down her clothing quite considerably.&nbsp; Completely bare without her dress, Shaye's naked body proved to be just as tan as her face; evidence that it was a natural color and not one brought on by too much exposure to the sun.&nbsp; <br><br>"What parts still hurt?" she asks, enjoying Gavrel's appreciative gaze as he takes in the sight of her naked body.&nbsp; What little scarring she did have (nothing compared to Gavrel's) could only be found on her back, ankles, and wrists.&nbsp; Punishment scars from when she'd been caught but not killed.&nbsp; It left the front of her body fairly marr free, and with a wide pair of hips, a slender waist, and a large bosom; nature seems happy to bless the theif with a figure to die for.&nbsp; If her body did have any specific flaw, it was that look of malnurishment easily spotted by the slight hollowness of her cheeks and stomach, as well as her arms and legs being just a little too scrawny.&nbsp; Shaye was smart enough to draw attention away from this defect however, as she bends forward just enough to push her breasts forward while leaning down to slip into the tub.&nbsp; Her large breasts jiggle ever so slightly as she slowly slips into the hot water.&nbsp; Her nipples harden thanks to the slight chill of the night air, but disappear from sight as she sinks deeper into the water.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye's presence in the tub instantly tainted the purity of the water, the first layer of grime sliding off of her and dirtying the water.&nbsp; She doesn't seem to notice much, as she grabs at some of the meat on the plate.&nbsp; When was the last time she'd had meat? And this even looked like it came from something decent, like a cow.&nbsp; Chewing on it slowly, she let's out a low moan of delight.&nbsp; "Gods this is good." She says between bites.&nbsp; She'd almost completely forgotten she was here for Gavrel's enjoyment and not her own.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 05:16:26</strong>
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				When she slipped into the water, he'd pull her against him so that her back was against his chest.&nbsp; The hard muscle of a warrior was evident, and the fact that he was enjoying himself would be evident if she looked down, seeing him harden as it slowly rose between her inner thighs.&nbsp; She more than likely wouldn't be able to fit him inside of her, but that didn't stop the moment from being intense.&nbsp; One arm wrapped around her and held her against him.&nbsp; "Joints lass," he said with a low growl.&nbsp; "Ankles, wrists, elbows, knees.&nbsp; Any joint that can move hurts.&nbsp; You have to be more than strong, you have to be quick and agile.&nbsp; Able to move, not just forward and backward, but side to side."&nbsp; He lowered his head lightly to run his smooth shaven face against her ear and shoulder.<br><br>"So as to what I can teach you," he said softly, shifting, his cock rubbing against her thighs as he did so.&nbsp; Erect, he was quite large and thick, enough that he'd dwarf every man that women have said they've been with.&nbsp; "Tactics.&nbsp; You can do whatever you want in life if you know how to approach it.&nbsp; If you want to do battle, you need to play to your strengths.&nbsp; You are petite, beautiful, and I'd bet you have deft fingers."&nbsp; He'd let his hand move from her side to reach up and cup a breast, showing that even as large as her bust was, his hand engulfed it easily.&nbsp; "Everything is a battle.&nbsp; Life.&nbsp; Everything.&nbsp; Even making love is a battle.&nbsp; It's the give and take of movement.&nbsp; You have to use your abilities."&nbsp; He'd pause to take a bite from his food, placing it aside and letting his arm drape over the edge of the tub.<br><br>"Play to the stereotype.&nbsp; You are a beautiful young lass.&nbsp; Play upon that.&nbsp; Let them underestimate you.&nbsp; You don't have to be a brawny warrior to win a battle.&nbsp; A dagger thrust into a man's ribs will kill as certainly as a sword that cleaves into his body."&nbsp; He'd remove his arm from her and place it along the edge of the tub again, his head rolling back and resting.&nbsp; "But you need instinct.&nbsp; People, by nature, do not have them.&nbsp; It's that sixth sense to know when you're in danger.&nbsp; And how to respond to it.&nbsp; A slight twist, a slight move, and you can immediately respond to more than just a blow.&nbsp; You don't want to act, you want to react.&nbsp; Everything is action and reaction, cause and effect."&nbsp; The sheer sensation of her body against him had his arousal peaking, and he was trying to continue talking, but it was evident as he spoke that his voice was gaining a low growl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 05:38:34</strong>
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				Resting her back against him was a bit like leaning against a brick wall.&nbsp; Albeit a wall that was covered in skin, but still; he wasn't exactly a soft pillow.&nbsp; And with her legs resting on either side of his legs, his cock had no place to go but in-between her thighs.&nbsp; Watching as his cock hardens, Shaye balks at the size of him.&nbsp; She didn't exactly look forward to the day when her pussy was wide enough to fit that ogre inside of her.&nbsp; There was no way he'd fit, and she counted herself lucky that Gavrel had already relieved her of that particular duty.&nbsp; She'd give him his caresses and sensual touches, but this was one part of his body that would not enter her.&nbsp; <br><br>She paid close attention as he began to explain the things he planned on teaching her.&nbsp; Tactics and strategy.&nbsp; His words had a magical quality to them, and she focused her mind on his words while she rolled her hips just enough to have his cock rub against her pussy.&nbsp; "My fingers aren't bad." She agrees slyly, hands wrapping around his member just as one of his own begin to palm her left breast.&nbsp; Everything was a battle, life was a fight.&nbsp; She supposed she'd always seen the world that way in a sense, she'd just never thought about it in such a specific way before.&nbsp; She'd fought for every coin, every scrap of food.&nbsp; But she'd been fighting like a rat fights; quick to run, and only striking out when no one was paying attention.&nbsp; Her thoughts dwell on this as she pumps her hands up and down on the retired gladiator's cock, rubbing her thumb along a vein as she does so, her motions causing the water to begin to roll within the tub.&nbsp; <br><br>"People aren't born with instincts?" Shaye questions, her mouth twitching as she fights off the laughing smile, mind focused even as she continues her ministrations on the man's member.&nbsp; She needed to use both hands, but that wasn't such a problem.&nbsp; And then she twists herself around, first with one leg, then with the other, so that she was straddling the giant and facing him.&nbsp; "A slight twist, a quick move." She explains, a twinkle in her eye as she adjusts to her new seated position.&nbsp; <br><br>Placing a kiss on the space where his neck met his shoulder, Shaye eyes Gavrel with a gaze that teetered on pity.&nbsp; "Sore joints must make moving a pain.&nbsp; &nbsp;Show me which of these bottles of Callistra's help wash away your weariness." She requests, turning her gaze to look at the numerous bottles that lined the tub.&nbsp; All different shapes, sizes, and colors.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 05:52:34</strong>
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				When she took him into her hands like that, he all but groaned in pleasure.&nbsp; Anything was better than nothing, and given his size, he'd had little of late.&nbsp; "Easy lass," he said with a chuckle.&nbsp; "Water is not very good lubrication for this.&nbsp; But I must admit, your hands are quite dextrous.&nbsp; I'll show you how to handle other things than my cock with those hands of yours."&nbsp; He'd still lean back, his body already flushing from both her touches and the hot water.&nbsp; "I'm thinking a good dagger and a short sword.&nbsp; Both are piercing weapons, usually.&nbsp; You don't want anything heavy, you want things that can be hidden in clothing easily and used at a moment's notice."&nbsp; He grunted and he rolled his hips against her own, displacing the water more than she had.<br><br>"Or you could learn a more...potent way if you would have it."&nbsp; He'd slip his hands into the tub again, gripping her hips and pulling her back against him, hips thrusting as his cock slid against her slit.&nbsp; "Some of the most frightening combatants I faced knew how to fight with no weapons.&nbsp; Their skin could be as hard as steel, and they struck with the strength of a giant.&nbsp; It was terrifying at times."&nbsp; He'd move his hands up from her hips to grip her breasts, squeezing and massaging them as he felt her hands on him.&nbsp; "The blue bottle.&nbsp; It can be rubbed along a body to help ease pains.&nbsp; Has a bit of a numbing agent in it as well I'm told.&nbsp; It effects me not in that manner, I've done too much to this body."<br><br>He let her mull over his words, both of the fighting styles and also about the blue bottle and its numbing effects.&nbsp; The option for more than just what they were doing was there, if she so chose.&nbsp; But the man was about to blow from what she could see of him, flushed body, sweat beading his brow and the pulsing coming from the length of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 06:22:50</strong>
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				Raising an eyebrow as he offers to show her how to handle more than his cock, Shaye had absolutely no idea what he was talking about at first.&nbsp; Was he talking about having her touch herself?&nbsp; She didn't have a problem with that, if that was what he wanted.&nbsp; But she clearly knew her way around a man's member, so she'd have thought it was fairly obvious she'd know how to pleasure herself as well.&nbsp; But as he explained, she understood, and immediately felt foolish for assuming that he'd been talking about more vulgar lessons.&nbsp; <br><br>"You'd teach a whore how to fight?" Shaye asks, staring at him through thick eyelashes.&nbsp; She was both surprised and rather touched at his offer.&nbsp; Lessons in the ways of battle from a retired gladiator were probably worth a pretty penny.&nbsp; It was the kind of thing rich merchants would have their sons do, as a way to brag about both their wealth and their skill. She didn't have the heart to tell Gavrel that she was actually only a member of this whorehouse temporarily,that she was under Callistra's tutelage, and once she was finished here she'd be taught how to fight by another warrior type.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, she liked the idea of entering those lessons with some semblance of understanding.&nbsp; Who knew? If she took Gavrel up on his offer and became truly skilled, she might surprise all the members of Shade's little group.&nbsp; "And you know how to teach me this more potent way?" She asks as she rubs his shoulders with her hands, closing her eyes as he begins to massage her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>A blue bottle that could numb pain.&nbsp; She instantly knew what that might mean for their situation, but she was still unwilling to try to fuck him.&nbsp; She might not feel him while he was doing it, but she'd be left with the results.&nbsp; She was positive she'd be sore in the morning, if not worse.&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling away from him for a moment, she grabs the blue bottle from the edge of the tub before returning to his lap.&nbsp; Pouring the contents on her hands, she begins to rub the concoction into his skin, focusing her attention on whatever joint she had access to.&nbsp; Continuing to rub the concoction on his body she clears her throat,"I own a pair of daggers." She spoke carefully, tentative in revealing what belongings she possessed.&nbsp; She knew that Gavrel had no need to steal them from her, but talking about her possessions put her on edge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 01:26:52</strong>
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				"Stop thinking of yourself as a whore first," he said.&nbsp; "You stopped being one if you ever were one the moment you came into this establishment.&nbsp; The women here simply do what they are most skilled at.&nbsp; They are more like courtesans from the Dragon Kingdoms than any whores you may have known."&nbsp; He paused as she began rubbing over him, sighing softly as she did so.&nbsp; There was nothing else he could say at the moment, given the fact that he truly did need relaxation like this on occasion.&nbsp; However, he also heard her comment about daggers.&nbsp; "Daggers are good weapons.&nbsp; Quick and easy to use.&nbsp; Mastering them is easier than mastering a greatsword or a polearm.&nbsp; However, that is neither here nor there.&nbsp; The choice is yours on how to fight.&nbsp; Or how you may enjoy fighting."<br><br>He'd open his eyes and regard her.&nbsp; "To battle unarmed, to turn your entire body into a living weapon, that I could not teach you.&nbsp; However, I do know of someone if you choose to go that route.&nbsp; Granted he is not the most stable fellow.&nbsp; And he's a brutal taskmaster from my understanding.&nbsp; But he's a nigh-indestructible force of nature.&nbsp; Weapons that are not enchanted or of special materials shatter against him.&nbsp; I've seen him puncture the armor of a soldier in full plate and lift the man up with but one arm.&nbsp; But he's more than a mere fighter.&nbsp; To him, life is a challenge.&nbsp; We're...comrades of a sort.&nbsp; Both very scarred in our own ways."&nbsp; He'd lean back in the tub, letting the lotion and the hot water do their job on his aching frame.<br><br>"If you wish to gain a meeting with him, I can arrange it.&nbsp; If you desire to follow a more mundane route, I can teach you the majority of weapons.&nbsp; I've been a soldier a long, long time.&nbsp; A warrior, moreso, as I needed to win no matter the costs.&nbsp; But I have a few connections that I can pull.&nbsp; You simply need to determine how you wish to go about your life.&nbsp; Do you wish to tap into parts of your mind and soul that most humans ignore, becoming a terrible force to be reckoned with?&nbsp; A cerebral assassin of sorts, utilizing a smidgen of magic and a lot of swordplay?&nbsp; A daring thief that dabbles equally in the arcane and the usual rogueish ways?&nbsp; There are a multitude of possibilities, Shaye.&nbsp; You have a very golden opportunity in the sense that you can follow any of them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 01:55:06</strong>
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				She actually pulled back slightly when he told her to stop referring to herself as a whore.&nbsp; Did he think she was doing this for free?&nbsp; But then he began to explain, and she rolled her eyes at him.&nbsp; The women here might have been the best at what they were skilled that, but from Shaye's point of view that seemed to be fucking.&nbsp; "Courtesans." She repeats, tasting the word in her mouth and seeing how it felt.&nbsp; "Well," she returns to massaging the lotion into Gavrel's skin, "One day I'll travel to the Dragon Kingdoms, and see these courtesans for myself, and compare them to the fine ladies of this establishment."&nbsp; She promises with a rather sly smile.&nbsp; <br><br>She eyes Gavrel curiously as he goes on about his friend who could teach her to turn her entire body into a weapon.&nbsp; "A nigh indestructible-force of nature, you don't say."&nbsp; She liked the idea of shattering weapons with her skin, but she couldn't even fathom how it could be done.&nbsp; "If he's anything like you, I can't imagine I'll mind him." she says flirtatiously, rubbing herself against Gavrel's cock once more.&nbsp; <br><br>"Arrange the meeting.&nbsp; I'm sure Callistra can afford to lose me for awhile.&nbsp; Fighting's more useful than writing anyway." She says in a very decided manner. She let's out a soft sigh as he imagines her options for her.&nbsp; An assassin, a thief, a terrible force of power?&nbsp; "I want..." She says slowly, "To get faster, to only be seen when I want people to see me." Her thoughts drifted to Shade, disappearing into the shadows as though he could control them. "I'm not the kind of girl whose comfortable on the front lines." She explains with a cheeky grin before placing another slow kiss along his neck.&nbsp; She smelled the scent of the lotion on him, and liking it, she gave his neck a brief lick before pulling back sharply.&nbsp; It tasted horrible! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 02:09:44</strong>
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				"Then you may want to go with someone else than he," Gavrel said with a laugh.&nbsp; "Havoc's always found on the frontlines.&nbsp; I've seen the man break an army by himself.&nbsp; When you move like the wind, striking as you go, leaving corpses behind you, there are few that can match his grace and power.&nbsp; The one time it was mentioned that we fight, I turned it down immediately.&nbsp; He found it funny, but I wasn't about to face him.&nbsp; I'm not a coward, but that one...is something more than a man but less than a deity."&nbsp; He'd let his arms come up and bring Shaye into him, making her straddle him so that he could feel the length of his cock pressed firmly against her stomach, coming damned close to touching the bottom of her breasts.<br><br>"I do know of another one, but he's not in town at the moment.&nbsp; More of a...how to describe him."&nbsp; Gavrel shook his head, his breath catching at the sensation of her rubbing against him like they were.&nbsp; "I know soldiers, lass.&nbsp; I don't know many people who aren't meant to battle at the frontlines.&nbsp; I know spellblades, people like Havoc.&nbsp; But I can arrange a meeting with him, that isn't a problem.&nbsp; But if you're not going to be fighting up front, you may need to find someone else to teach you.&nbsp; I can do some asking, but the assassins that I know aren't as good as they pretend to be.&nbsp; And the one that I do think would be capable of teaching you isn't exactly reliable.&nbsp; Has a tendency to melt into shadows."<br><br>"But aye, I'll contact Havoc.&nbsp; Last I heard he was in the city.&nbsp; One of the noble houses had recruited him to teach one of their noble scions to be a soldier.&nbsp; From what I've heard, it hasn't gone well.&nbsp; But I'll do some searching.&nbsp; I've got the contacts for it."&nbsp; He paused, finding the conversation to be in a lull after he's spoken, lifting her against him so that he could bring his face down to her breasts.&nbsp; His skin was rough, showing the scars of wars, as he moved from one to the other, rubbing his face against them and nipping lightly at them.&nbsp; He knew their boundaries, and wouldn't push any further.&nbsp; But there was still plenty he could do without the actual intercourse!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 02:26:23</strong>
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				"Fast, strong, and with skin that shatters swords. You make your friend sound quite impressive." Shaye says with a grin.&nbsp; "And your probably the only man in the world who will brag about another man while in tub with a woman." she teases lightly even as Gavrel pulls and holds her close.&nbsp; She enjoys the roughness of his skin and the firmness of his body, scars and all.&nbsp; She think she preferred him this way.&nbsp; Things would be far less enjoyable if he was a chubby merchant.&nbsp; He would talk about less interesting things, and it wouldn't be nearly as fun to run her hands along his chest, like she was doing at the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>"Call Havoc.&nbsp; Even if he's not a thief, he can still teach me more than what I know now." Shaye says with a sigh.&nbsp; Surrounding herself with more educated and more experienced people was making her realize just how little she knew about the world.&nbsp; She'd like to fancy herself a good thief, and smarter than others in the same situation as her.&nbsp; But being here, in this place, was making her realized that none of that was true.&nbsp; But it could be, if she took whatever opportunity came her way.&nbsp; And Gavrel was offering her quite the opportunity.&nbsp; <br><br>She raised a brow as she hears that Havoc was already employed in a nobles house.&nbsp; One day in Callistra's whorehouse-excuse her- house of courtesans- she'd heard more about nobles than she had in her entire life.&nbsp; They tried to murder pregnant women, they murdered the wives of future gladiators, they hired retired warriors to train their children.&nbsp; It was all very interesting, if nothing else.<br><br>She closes her eyes as he raises her up and presses his face in-between her breasts, nipping and rubbing wherever he could. Running her fingers through his hair, she lets out a low moan.&nbsp; He certainly knew how to treat a woman right!&nbsp; Searching him out with her hands, she plays her fingers along his chest until she reaches his cock, which she promptly began to rub.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 02:45:30</strong>
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				When she began rubbing, he'd grunt and his grip would tighten for a moment.&nbsp; "Easy lass," he said with a chuckle.&nbsp; "You don't want me going all over the place here, do you?"&nbsp; He'd lower her and hold her against him, in a comforting way.&nbsp; He still felt her hands and body against him, but it was...softer.&nbsp; A more gentle thing.&nbsp; "Aye, I'll have him come by.&nbsp; I'm sure it'll scare most of the girls, but he's well mannered when he's not training someone.&nbsp; Granted, if you wish to see some entertainment, I'll have him bring the whelp he's training with him.&nbsp; You'll see a young noble treated like less than dirt.&nbsp; Wouldn't surprise me if he made the boy start to clean or do something suitably demeaning.&nbsp; Few people hate nobles like that man does.&nbsp; I'm sure we both know one, and they don't get along."<br><br>Gavrel laughed, shaking his head.&nbsp; "Ever want to see a fight, get those two together.&nbsp; Don't let Shade fool you, lass.&nbsp; That one is a swordsman that few can match.&nbsp; He's quick, innovative, and he always fights to win.&nbsp; With the little talents he's developed over the years, he's a nasty one.&nbsp; The crew he keeps is always top notch.&nbsp; I know a few of 'em.&nbsp; His tracker isn't pure human, man has some wildling blood in him.&nbsp; The strongarm is part giant.&nbsp; And I've never sat down with his wizard, but I don't really want to.&nbsp; The arcane casters tend to be a bit...different."<br><br>A snap of his fingers, Gavrel would lift a finger directly into the air.&nbsp; "I do know of someone else that may be of use to you.&nbsp; Granted, that one is...difficult to get to.&nbsp; But he's probably the one that taught Shade.&nbsp; Granted, he's not living any longer.&nbsp; Not in a typical sense.&nbsp; But Nymril is...frightening.&nbsp; He's never come across Havoc, but that's a fight I would pay a fortune to see.&nbsp; The unstoppable unarmed monster against the teleporting blade master.&nbsp; Granted, Nymril is unable to go out into the sunlight.&nbsp; But yes, those are the two that I would decide on for you.&nbsp; Havoc and Nymril.&nbsp; Havoc is reachable right now, Nymril is...gods know where.&nbsp; I know that one goes into places no one else knows how to reach.&nbsp; So Havoc.&nbsp; And if you come across Nymril, he would be able to teach you how to use weapons like no one else.&nbsp; Not even I can come near his ability."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 02:58:46</strong>
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				Shaye winked down at Gavrel as he threatened to blow early.&nbsp; "Maybe that's my plan.&nbsp; Exhaust you to the point of sleep, and then make off with all this delicious food." She teases, but withdraws her hands nonetheless.&nbsp; As he lowered her back down, she pressed her core against his member.&nbsp; Not letting him enter her, just having him press against her.&nbsp; "That's something I've gotta see." Shaye says as she traces apparently random figures on his chest with her pointer finger.&nbsp; After awhile, it begins to be clear that it wasn't random, she was writing invisible numbers across his skin in a lazy, playful fashion.&nbsp; <br><br>"I didn't know you know Shade." Shaye says lazily.&nbsp; She hadn't known, but she wasn't surprised.&nbsp; Gavrel was just the sort of person she could imagine Shade to want to work with.&nbsp; They both had a grudge against the noble classes, and they were both powerful in their own right.&nbsp; "Shade doesn't have me fooled. I'm not about to pick a fight with the likes of him.&nbsp; Him or any of his men."&nbsp; She didn't tell Gavrel that she was to be a new member of Shade's crew, not because she wanted to keep it a secret, but because she was too interested by what he had to say on matter.<br><br>It was good to know all this information about Shade's crew members, the men who she would one day call her teammates.&nbsp; And Gavrel didn't seem reluctant at all to hold back what he knew.&nbsp; "I know what you mean.&nbsp; There's an old hag of a witch in the lower markets, if she ever was sane; it was long before my time.&nbsp; It's the magic, seeps inside your head, changes things around." Shaye says superstitiously.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiles as Gavrel rummages around his brain for someone that would be able to teach her what she wanted to learn, and she places a few soft kisses along his jawline in gratitude even as she presses her pussy more firmly against his cock.&nbsp; "I don't mind not-quite-alive.&nbsp; I'm not that easy to scare." Shaye brags in a rather smug tone of voice.&nbsp; "I'll meet with Havoc, and if Nymril can be found, I'll gladly meet with him as well." She swears before dipping her hands back into the water to find his cock.&nbsp; She couldn't give him a blowjob in the tub, she'd drown if she tried.&nbsp; But she still wanted Gavrel to enjoy himself, especially now that he was offering to do so much for her.&nbsp; "And should you ever seek me out again, I'll be happy to learn whatever you have to teach me." She gives him a wink then, along with quick kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 19:43:44</strong>
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				He'd grunt again when she took him into her hands, but he'd try to remain calm.&nbsp; Gods above knew, he'd been in more dire situations.&nbsp; Gavrel would blow out a slow breath and would look at her from the bottoms of his eyes.&nbsp; "Lass you don't have the stamina to exhaust me," he said, a wry smile on his face.&nbsp; "But if you wish to try, by all means."&nbsp; With that, there would be hours upon hours of the two of them romping in the room.&nbsp; While there was no penetration, as Shaye wouldn't be able to handle it, there was one thing that the old warrior proved.&nbsp; SHE would be the one to exhaust herself before him.&nbsp; He'd leave when she was asleep, leaving behind something more than gold.&nbsp; A tiny ring, appearing to be made of gold, would be resting on the pillow next to her when she awoke.&nbsp; With it was a note, written in very clean, crisp lines.<br><br><em>Shaye.&nbsp; This is a minor magical item I've had for many years.&nbsp; It carries with it warding abilities.&nbsp; With it, you will be harder to strike in a serious combat.&nbsp; Wear it where no one can see it, so no one can take it from you.&nbsp; Gavrel</em><br><br>Whenever Shaye would awake, Callistra and a few of the other girls would be waiting for her.&nbsp; All of them looked upon her with a smile and delight.&nbsp; "Oh goodness Shaye," Callistra said gleefully.&nbsp; "I've never seen that man leave here in that state before.&nbsp; I think you worked years of his demons from him, lass.&nbsp; And all of us here thank you."&nbsp; There were a half dozen other girls besides Callistra, all nodding.&nbsp; "We've all had a time with Gavrel, and he's always been a very generous patron.&nbsp; But none of us had him leave with a smile and spring to his step.&nbsp; You, my darling, may be a miracle come to life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 20:06:39</strong>
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				She took Gavrel's challenge to heart, determined to exhaust the man to completion.&nbsp; She failed, horribly.&nbsp; She didn't know how to was possible considering the fact that there was never any actual fucking involved, but he drained her completely.&nbsp; Hour after hour they went at it, eventually abandoning the tub and using the over sized bed in every way imaginable.&nbsp; She didn't so much fall asleep as much as pass out in the end, and when she finally woke up, Gavrel was gone and in his place was a ring and a note.<br><br>She let out a groan as she see's the length of some of the words, and stretching out her legs, she squints down at the parchment, trying to work out the letters.&nbsp; Shaye.&nbsp; Her name.&nbsp; One of the only familiar words on the page.&nbsp; <br><br>It took her about ten to fifteen minutes to work out all the words, but once she had she was more than a little shocked.&nbsp; He'd given her a magical item?&nbsp; A real magical ring?&nbsp; How much was it worth?&nbsp; It must have been more than the ten gold coins she'd planned on asking from him.&nbsp; Licking her lips, she tries to figure out a place on her body where she could keep it without anyone being aware.&nbsp; <br><br>Still naked from the night before, Shaye examines her still clean body before having a stroke of genius.&nbsp; Taking the ring, she shoves it on one of her toes before pulling her boots back on.&nbsp; She felt pretty clever, hiding a magical item in such a place.&nbsp; God knows she'd never wear a gold ring on her hand, she might as well wear a sign proclaiming, 'please steal from me!'<br><br>Pulling on her dress, Shaye runs a hand through her hair in frustration.&nbsp; It was strange, wearing a dress that was covered in such a heavy layer of grime after washing herself so thoroughly. It felt heavier than it had been before.<br><br>Pushing those thoughts out if her mind, Shaye abandons the bedroom and makes for the main hall, her physical labor from the night before making her hungrier than ever.&nbsp; When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she finds a group of girls laying in wait for her.<br><br>Pulling back sharply, Shaye scowls at the sight of the group of women, and adjusts her body defensively. What did they want?&nbsp; Did they want a cut of her profits? She couldn't cut up a ring.&nbsp; She'd originally planned on giving Callsitra a few coins, just as a way of saying thank you for everything she'd done for her...but that wasn't possible now.&nbsp; <br><br>But then Callistra begins to compliment her, and Shaye's scowl turns to a look of sheepishness.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Well, I wouldn't say a <em>miracle</em>"&nbsp; She says, glancing away and running a hand through her hair shyly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 20:19:46</strong>
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				The day would go on about as normal.&nbsp; The women shared their meal before clients began to enter into the room.&nbsp; The usual chit chat would go on, and Shaye had some admiration from a few of the girls.&nbsp; The ring she wore would size itself magically to ensure it stayed where she'd put it.&nbsp; She could feel it on her skin, a coolness that would be a nice reminder.&nbsp; Gavrel was not the one to come into the house this day, though.&nbsp; Perhaps he'd put on a brave facade and was exhausted after leaving.&nbsp; But he'd kept to his word about one thing.&nbsp; Setting up the meeting she so desired.<br><br>The door was nearly knocked from its sitting as a young man was thrown through it, tumbling end over end, fine clothing in disarray as he finally lay on his back.&nbsp; The place went silent as the person who had thrown the young man stepped into the place.&nbsp; Havoc commanded all eyes on him the moment he entered anywhere, mostly because he was very strange to look upon.&nbsp; His skin held a golden sheen to it, and it was less skin and more like the scales of a dragon.&nbsp; There were no visible gaps to them, but the skin was rumored to be hard enough to break all but the strongest weapons.&nbsp; He stood just over six feet in heigh, lean, wearing nothing more than a pair of cut off trousers and a loose shirt.&nbsp; It let all see his distinct skin, the easy movement of a trained killer.&nbsp; Velvet covered steel was the words used when it came to him.&nbsp; He wore no weapons, for he had no need of them.<br><br>The elven heritage was present in his above normal height, pointed ears, and noble features.&nbsp; But where most looked kind in their nobility, Havoc looked malevolent.&nbsp; His gaze would fall from one person to the next, and as Callistra approached, he gave a quick shake of his head.&nbsp; No, he didn't wish to speak to her.&nbsp; As people went to approach the young man on the floor, Havoc let out a low hiss and gestured with his hand.&nbsp; A rippling force could be seen flowing from that hand, scattering the people from the person on the floor.&nbsp; "Do not help him up," Havoc said, his voice oddly melodic and powerful.&nbsp; "He either stands on his own or stays on the fucking floor."<br><br>The man moved like a dancer, his grace and ease of movement showing years of practice.&nbsp; He approached Shaye, having been told her description previously by Gavrel.&nbsp; "A friend has called in a favor," he said as he sat in the chair next to her, not bothering to ask permission.&nbsp; "Normally I don't give a shit who wants what from me.&nbsp; But I respect this person, and have decided to do a bit of research on the person he believes worthy of my training.&nbsp; Tell me.&nbsp; If I were to bend you over the table and fuck you right here in front of everyone, what would you do?&nbsp; Would you try to stop me?&nbsp; Would you take it and become stronger?&nbsp; Or would you take it, go fetal, and pray to whatever gods you believe in for some divine miracle?&nbsp; Answer this first."<br><br>Havoc was brutal in his questioning, his tone, and his arrogance.&nbsp; Then again, he had a right to be.&nbsp; If anything that Gavrel had told her last night was true, the man could take out this entire place and most of the city before anyone could respond.&nbsp; As he waited for her answer, he let a hand drop to the wooden table, displaying clawed fingertips that began to mark the wood in a slow, languid manner.&nbsp; Where Gavrel was kind in his own way, this one was not.&nbsp; The difference, perhaps, between a retired warrior and a relentless one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 20:45:38</strong>
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				Shaye was practically glowing under the praise of the other whores at Callistra's place.&nbsp; And the ring on her toe gave her an added sense of security.&nbsp; Life was turning out pretty good for the green eyed woman.&nbsp; She went about her usual morning, practicing her reading and her writing, sometimes with Callistra sometimes by herself.&nbsp; She ate whatever was put in front of her, as she always did.&nbsp; This time she had enough forethought to shove some of the fruit into one of her pockets, a snack for later.&nbsp; <br><br>She was on one of her breaks, eating a slice of bread that had been lathered with jam when the door flew open and a well clothed young man was tossed inside.&nbsp; Who would throw a rich man?&nbsp; Maybe his father, determined to have a nervous son lose his virginity?&nbsp; Her assumptions were thrown out the window when a warrior walked in after the boy.&nbsp; He looked dangerous.&nbsp; His skin was strange, and he was a big one, his elven features obvious.&nbsp; Was he an adventurer?&nbsp; He certainly looked like it.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned down Callistra's approach, which shocked Shaye, who put down her snack, suddenly losing her appetite for the first time in her life.&nbsp; <br><br>And then he was walking towards her, something that made her tense up in preparation.&nbsp; Had she stolen from him? Or someone he knew? Had he tracked her down to kill her?&nbsp; She was preparing to make a run for it when he suddenly takes a seat opposite her, explaining why he was here.&nbsp; She relaxes considerably at that, knowing that this must be the man that Gavrel had spoken to her about. <br><br>Frowning as he almost threatens to fuck her in the middle of the room, Shaye licks her lips as she considers her answer.&nbsp; "If you fucked me over this table..." She begins slowly, "I'd remind you that doing it in public will cost you double." She finally says, leaning back in her seat.&nbsp; As good an introduction to who Shaye was as a person as any.&nbsp; <br><br>He wasn't anything like Gavrel, and she couldn't imagine the two being friends.&nbsp; But maybe it wasn't a friendship that they'd had, but a partnership.&nbsp; She could imagine Gavrel fighting with this man.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 20:53:10</strong>
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				The clawed fingertips stopped working grooves into the table as he looked at her.&nbsp; An eyebrow rose as he took in her answer, his hands coming together, fingers entwined.&nbsp; "My dear," he said calmly.&nbsp; "If I bent you over this table and fucked you in front of everyone, you'd pay me when I was done.&nbsp; Because I could make a single promise.&nbsp; I would make your body sing like a harp before I was through with you.&nbsp; Since you gave me a nonstandard answer, I guess I should give you another question.&nbsp; Or more like a challenge."&nbsp; His hands moved apart from one another, and he'd lift his hand towards a table nearby.&nbsp; The metallic knife would come shooting across the distance, sliding itself into Havoc's waiting grasp.&nbsp; The knife was placed handle first in front of Shaye, the tip pointing towards himself.<br><br>"You are being given an assignment," he said.&nbsp; "I want you to strike the noble in the most hurtful place possible.&nbsp; I'm sure Gavrel informed you I only work for the richest of the rich.&nbsp; So that is a noble scion of a very powerful, very dangerous house.&nbsp; I'm being paid to teach him to be a true warrior.&nbsp; So far, he is extremely lacking.&nbsp; So take that knife, and strike him where it would hurt the most."&nbsp; Havoc leaned back, fingers entwined once again.&nbsp; It was obvious he didn't care who saw him, or heard him.&nbsp; He had nothing to fear from anyone in this city.&nbsp; But Shaye was a favor called in from as close a thing as could be called friend in his mind.&nbsp; His head inclined towards the knife, then looked over to the lad on the ground who was sitting there, looking like the truly irate little noble he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 21:04:35</strong>
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				Shaye's brow rose in disblief as he claims that she would pay him if he fucked her, and her mouth titled upwards into a smirk.&nbsp; She never paid anyone for anything when she could help it.&nbsp; The idea of paying someone for a service after they'd done that service was laughable, no matter how good they were at it.&nbsp; But then he was giving her his challenge, and passing her a knife that he'd summoned from across the room.&nbsp; She wondered how he did that, it was a useful trick, and one that she was hungry to learn.&nbsp; If he could pull a knife from across the room, then certainly he could do the same with gold and jewels.&nbsp; <br><br>Licking her lips, she takes the offered knife from him and turns to look at the rich son of a powerful man.&nbsp; Havoc was telling her to create an enemy for herself.&nbsp; A powerful enemy, and one who would have every legal right to murder her if she so much pulled a hair from the man's head.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Rising to her feet, she glances around the room at the other woman who were watching the situation play through.&nbsp; Shaye takes a moment to look at Callistra.&nbsp; She gives a quick nod, before walking to the fallen noble until she was standing right in front of him.<br><br>"Come on then.&nbsp; Can't stay on the floor of a whorehouse all day." She says, offering him a hand up.&nbsp; While she was helping him up with one hand, her other was using the knife to it's fullest potential.&nbsp; Cutting the ties of his coin purse, she steals the noble's gold before turning back to Havoc and dropping the money pouch on the table.<br><br>"I struck him were it hurts the most." She says decisively.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 00:14:50</strong>
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				Havoc actually smiled, inclining his head.&nbsp; When the young man saw that he'd been pilfered from, he began to stride over to the table.&nbsp; Havoc didn't even look, merely lifted a hand and again, a shimmering went through the air as the man was struck by invisible force and flung away again.&nbsp; Havoc reached out, clawed finger slicing through the leather of the pouch and spilling the contents over the table.&nbsp; Gold coins were plentiful, but the thing that stood out from all of it was a star sapphire.&nbsp; Small, but one of the most flawless gems that Shaye had ever seen.&nbsp; He picked it out and would hold it in front of his eye.&nbsp; There was a visible rune engraved upon it, a sigil of sorts.&nbsp; "This was given to the young man you took it from as a trust," Havoc said.&nbsp; "I told him I would train him so long as he kept it safe.&nbsp; Obviously, he thought the safest place for it to be was his coin purse."<br><br>Havoc would stand, leaving everything there, knowing that Shaye wouldn't touch the gem.&nbsp; The gold sure, but not that gem.&nbsp; Havoc walked over to the young man, kneeling down near the fallen boy and looking him in the eye.&nbsp; "I warned you," he said in that low, malevolent voice.&nbsp; "You were to be my pupil so long as you kept the trust.&nbsp; You thought your purse was safe, and you were wrong.&nbsp; You may return to your father and inform him that you failed to keep the trust.&nbsp; As that was the agreement, it is now null and void.&nbsp; I may consider taking you as a pupil again when you have proven yourself capable of holding the trust.&nbsp; However, if you seek revenge against me or the lass over there, rest assured.&nbsp; Your entire line will be wiped out.&nbsp; I will kill everyone that has a trace of your line to it."<br><br>Havoc stood and instantly dismissed the noble, returning to Shaye.&nbsp; "So I now have an opening for a student.&nbsp; Think you're up to it?"&nbsp; Havoc was casual, easy with the question.&nbsp; If she took it, fine.&nbsp; If not, that was fine with him too.&nbsp; He didn't care, he was only here to complete a favor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 00:30:42</strong>
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				Havoc didn't really seem like the kind of person who offered smiles easily, and Shaye wasn't sure if it was a good sign or a bad sign.&nbsp; It turned out it was all in one.&nbsp; Good for her, horrible for his apprentice.&nbsp; Shaye actually flinched for the boy as he was once again thrown across the room.&nbsp; Was that what she'd have to deal with if he taught her as well?&nbsp; She wasn't sure if she could handle that much damage in one day.&nbsp; <br><br>She watches greedily as he spills the contents of the pouch across the table.&nbsp; The gold shined in the reflection of Shaye's eyes as she stares at the small fortune that the man had been carelessly carrying around.&nbsp; Eyeing the money, she finally takes note of the sapphire, and her nostrils flare due to an emotion somewhat close to anticipation.&nbsp; It was beautiful, and she firmly believed it was the most expensive piece in the bag.&nbsp; The rune made it clear it was magical as well, and Shaye's hands itched with desire.&nbsp; She wanted it, she didn't even know what the damn thing did yet, but she wanted it.&nbsp; She calmed her urges by swiping a few of the gold coins that had scattered across the table, shoving them into one of her hundred hidden pockets.&nbsp; She didn't take all of them, she only took enough so as not to make it noticeable that coins were missing. <br><br>She watched Havoc abandon his pupil, getting rid of him in one moment, and offering to replace him with her in the next.&nbsp; Havoc was brutal, that much was clear.&nbsp; Was she ready for that kind of brutality?&nbsp; Did she want what he could offer her? She wanted to learn that trick where he could push and pull things towards and away from him, but everything else?<br><br>"I'm up for anything." Shaye says, offering her hand to him in order to seal the deal.&nbsp; What was the worst that could happen?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 00:57:40</strong>
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				"There were 635 gold coins on the table," Havoc said.&nbsp; "Plus the sapphire.&nbsp; You took 27 of them.&nbsp; So that you wouldn't be noticed, as most people simply do a once over.&nbsp; To become my student, you will come to realize one thing.&nbsp; The mind is the most powerful weapon in existence.&nbsp; If a man put his mind to it, he could become a god.&nbsp; So, we're going to go about finding out exactly how far that mind of yours is willing to go.&nbsp; You'll either break like this one did, or you'll become what few people have ever done."&nbsp; Havoc lifted the gem with delicate fingertips, holding it out to her.&nbsp; "Take it, secure it.&nbsp; If you lose it, you will have the same thing happen to you that just happened to the poor lad over there.&nbsp; This is the only time you'll be given the chance to bow out and have no harm, no foul.&nbsp; If you take this, your life is going to be mine until such a time that you can take it back.&nbsp; Do you understand?"<br><br>Havoc could speak eloquently when he so desired, and he held the sapphire for her to take as needed.&nbsp; If she did take it, he'd immediately grip her hand afterwards so that the next stage of events could begin.&nbsp; If she didn't take it, he'd simply pocket the sapphire and leave.&nbsp; The choice hung heavily in the air, for he had demonstrated exactly what type of person he was.&nbsp; Brutal, straight to the point, and terrifying in his abilities.&nbsp; He stared at her, eyes shining with a light to bathe the immediate environs with a purple glow.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 01:22:16</strong>
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				Shaye freezes as Havoc announces exactly how many coins were on the table, and exactly how many she'd stolen.&nbsp; How had he known? She'd been positive he wasn't looking.&nbsp; Narrowing her eyes, she slips the coins back on the table, being caught red-handed left a bad taste in her mouth.&nbsp; But she didn't contradict his accusation, even after she'd put the gold back onto the table.&nbsp; How far was her mind willing to go?&nbsp; She wasn't a scholar.&nbsp; She was good at numbers, and figuring out how to steal from people in a marketplace.&nbsp; But Callistra had said she was a good student, so she supposed she wasn't completely incompetent. <br><br>She stared down at the offered gem, desire flooding her veins.&nbsp; Not just for the skills Havoc was offering to teach her, but for the sapphire itself. <br><br>As he laid out the rules of his apprenticeship, Shaye's hand reluctantly pulls away from the sapphire.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she actually looks remorseful as she declines his offer.&nbsp; "I can't." she says, her tone apologetic even as she gave no real apology.&nbsp; "I've already promised to join with another organization.&nbsp; They are training me up right now.&nbsp; I can't swear my life to anyone else." She explains before pulling back.<br><br>Watching him leave, Shaye shakes her head.&nbsp; What kind of mistake had she just made?&nbsp; This could be the worst decision she'd ever made.&nbsp; She knew that if she left with Havoc, her life would lead to a very different path.&nbsp; But she'd made her decision, she'd met Shade first, promised him her services first, so she'd work with him first.<br><br>Letting out a sigh, she turns back to her books and studies.&nbsp; And she kept to it.&nbsp; Reading and writing during the day, fucking or just fucking around during the night.&nbsp; She began to plump up slightly.&nbsp; The shallowness in her cheeks disappearing, revealing a heart shaped face in place of the starving one that had existed before now.&nbsp; She'd gained a healthy glow in the past few weeks, and the wild frantic look she'd had in her eyes when she'd first arrived at Callistra's had all but completely faded away. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 01:36:16</strong>
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				As the weeks went on, Shaye had learned more of her letters and how to read.&nbsp; Gavrel came around when Havoc was gone, teaching the lass the basics of fighting.&nbsp; He didn't use weapons immediately, teaching her how to stand, how to move, how to watch for openings.&nbsp; It wasn't enough to make her a grand master, but it was enough to ensure that she could pick up a weapon and use it quite well.&nbsp; Gavrel would not take her to bed often, but when he did, he did as he had that first night.&nbsp; The touches, the caresses, the simple acts of pleasure that can be found through touching one another.&nbsp; When Havoc had told Gavrel of being turned down, the old warrior knew why.&nbsp; Havoc demanded everything and more from his students.&nbsp; But they were terrifying sights to behold when fully trained.<br><br>One early evening, as the ladies went about their business, a traveler came through the doors.&nbsp; Callistra greeted him with a smile and a slight thrusting out of her ample bosom.&nbsp; "Welcome stranger," she said, voice throaty and sultry.&nbsp; "Do you come to find pleasure this evening?"&nbsp; The man would pause, and begin to stammer.&nbsp; "I ah I," he got out before he shook his head.&nbsp; "I mean I could use company yes," he said.&nbsp; His voice was soft, but had a very pleasant tone to it.&nbsp; "I fear I brought little in the way of coin, but I'm a bard by trade.&nbsp; Do you need anything fixed, or would you like me to sing for my supper?"&nbsp; Callistra was obviously a touch attracted to the man, lifting a hand and placing it along his cheek, stroking down to his jawbone.&nbsp; "You're a cutie," she said with a laugh.&nbsp; "Come in, find yourself a warm place to rest traveler.&nbsp; If you can be of use, I'm sure I'll find something for you."<br><br>The man walked inside, patting his wet clothing before walking over to the table nearest the fire.&nbsp; He was perhaps an inch or two over six feet, and his clothing was well-made but well travelled as well.&nbsp; As he placed himself near the fire, taking his cloak off, he would put some of his belongings on the table as well.&nbsp; A satchel, a large bag, and his boots of course.&nbsp; Hat went near the cloak, closest to the fire.&nbsp; They had to be dried before any permanent dampness set in.&nbsp; Once there, he kicked his feet up on the opposite chair, sighing in bliss.&nbsp; Wet hair hung down around his shoulders, and he had the air of a nobleman or perhaps some misplaced man of leisure.&nbsp; However, Callistra would give Shaye a look and incline her head slightly towards the newcomer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:41:48</strong>
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				Shaye had become all but literate by the time the bedraggled stranger walked into the whorehouse.&nbsp; Shaye tended to stray away from newcomers, choosing her clientele among the regulars instead, in the hope that they might pay her the same kind of favor as Gavrel did; teaching her things and keeping her occupied.&nbsp; As far as Shaye was concerned, Gavrel's lessons were worth twenty times more than the flowers and pretty nicknacks that the other girls were given.&nbsp; <br><br>The only item that Shay had picked up in her time at the whorehouse, besides Gavrel's enchanted ring, was a comb.&nbsp; About two weeks into Shaye's stay, the other girls had discovered that Shaye had fleas.&nbsp; Fleas that were beginning to spread to the rest of them.&nbsp; They'd nearly drowned her after this revelation, with two nubile young whores washing her until her skin was raw and her head ached under the scratches of their fingernails digging soap into her scalp.&nbsp; The comb had been a 'gift' as way of apology, with the girls baring smiles likes wolves bared their fangs, 'requesting' that Shaye use the comb once a day from there on out.&nbsp; <br><br>She was clean now.<br><br>On the plus side, all the brushing had forced her tangles to surrender ownership of her head, leaving glossy curls in their place.&nbsp; <br><br>she twisted one of those curls around her finger as Callistra gestured for her to pay attention to the newcomer.&nbsp; "Rain caught you off guard?" Shaye asks, coming up from behind and placing a hand on the man's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as way of greeting.&nbsp; "Come on now, feet off the furniture." She says, pushing his boots off the opposite chair and taking the seat for herself.&nbsp; "We run a class act establishment here. " She says with a grin that showed her chastisement was more teasing than lecture.&nbsp; "Besides, nice looking man like yourself, I'm sure you'd like to stare at something prettier than a beat up pair of boots while your warming yourself up."&nbsp; Shaye was laying it on a bit thick, but this was a request from Callistra, and she hadn't been informed that he had no gold yet.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 05:28:44</strong>
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				He paused as his feet were kicked off, looking up at her and looking almost indignant.&nbsp; The look of a nobleman to this one, that was the definitive thing.&nbsp; "My apologies milady," he said softly, moving things to the side and planting bare feet on the floor.&nbsp; "It has been a while since I have been around people.&nbsp; I tend to forget my manners.&nbsp; Please, have a seat."&nbsp; Granted, she'd already taken a seat, but he still had to make the overture to her.&nbsp; "My name is Gabriel.&nbsp; Gabriel Shadowstar.&nbsp; A traveler from ah..not around here, to say the least."&nbsp; He gave her a lopsided smile, the look taking hours off of his appearance.&nbsp; Taking away the 40s look and pushing it to early 20s.&nbsp; "Just seeking to find some comfort for as long as I may.&nbsp; This place had been recommended by a kinsman some time ago, if I were ever in the area."<br><br>He rambled, but even as he did, he was keeping his eyes on her and his hands moving into his satchel.&nbsp; From it came a large leatherbound book, showing the cover of various flowers and intricate designs of various fey creatures.&nbsp; "I need to write down where I am.&nbsp; I travel so much, I tend to forget where I've been."&nbsp; He rambled on, shaking his head before snapping his fingers.&nbsp; As if by magic, a writing utensil would appear between his fingers.&nbsp; Flipping the cover open, he'd scan through the pages until he got to an empty page.&nbsp; "Where is here?" he asked, looking up at Shaye with an almost desperate look to his face.&nbsp; "I'm not familiar with this world at all it would seem."&nbsp; To say that the man was possibly disturbed in the head would be an understatement.&nbsp; But he was so earnest in his questions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 05:40:51</strong>
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				His expression were odd, as was his way of speaking.&nbsp; He called her 'milady'.&nbsp; No one did that without being sarcastic or insulting about it.&nbsp; He used the word as though it was normal.&nbsp; Already, he had Shaye staring at him as though he was a roadside exhibition, a strange and exotic animal locked in a cage for the public enjoyment.&nbsp; It's been awhile since he's been around people?&nbsp; She'd never not been around people.&nbsp; The last time she'd so much as slept alone was her first night here, and that was weeks ago.&nbsp; She might not have been friends or allies with the people she'd been surrounded by, but they were always around.&nbsp; This man must not be from the city.<br><br>Sure enough, his self-explanation proved her theory.&nbsp; A traveler.&nbsp; And one who wrote out his adventures and journey's in a fancy looking storybook.&nbsp; She stared, completely fascinated by the intricate designs on the cover of his tale.&nbsp; Why would he write where he was?&nbsp; Why did it matter if he forget where he'd gone?&nbsp; She was fascinated by the man, far more now than when she'd originally sat down in front of him.&nbsp; "You are in Roden." She volunteers, as if he didn't already know that much.&nbsp; "Just north of the Central part of the city, inside Callistra's place." She adds idly, already wanting to skip over the boring parts and get to hear stories about where he'd been before coming here.<br><br>He was a strange one, but adventurer's were always a little off.&nbsp; She didn't mind a little craziness if it meant getting to hear about the Dragon Kingdoms, or anywhere else for that matter.&nbsp; "Where were you before you were here?" She asks, hands itching to get her hands on his journal.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 05:49:52</strong>
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				"Roden," he said, repeating her.&nbsp; "North of the Central part of the city.&nbsp; So it's the entire city."&nbsp; He nodded and would write into the book, pausing to think about things from there.&nbsp; "Where was I before?&nbsp; Um...well I wasn't on this world.&nbsp; I was in another world.&nbsp; Doing much different things.&nbsp; Leading a rebellion, I believe.&nbsp; Some type of battle.&nbsp; I can't remember very much.&nbsp; All I recall is being banished from the world by the fallen angel there for leading folks against him.&nbsp; His resistance to magic was absolutely frightening.&nbsp; I'm lucky to have gotten away with my life.&nbsp; I'll have to get ahold of Nymril about that later.&nbsp; He'll be wanting to go back and chat with that one."&nbsp; Nodding his head, he'd jot down the note to get ahold of Nymril in the margins of the book.<br><br>"But that was then and this is now.&nbsp; Or perhaps vice versa.&nbsp; Needless to say, I'm here now and looking to relax.&nbsp; What is good here?"&nbsp; He looked over at Shaye, giving that youthful smile once again.&nbsp; "Besides the company, of course.&nbsp; I couldn't ask for a more beautiful woman to share a meal with.&nbsp; You will have a meal with me, right?&nbsp; I am not keeping you from anything am I?"&nbsp; Gabriel spoke in that disjointed fashion, a mind working faster than his mouth could actually properly output.&nbsp; A shake of his head, he sucked in a breath and blew it out.&nbsp; Eyes closed, he'd take another deep breath and release it.&nbsp; This time, he opened his eyes and showed her the glacial ice that were contained within them, eyes that could pierce the soul.<br><br>"I beg pardon for my manner," he finally said, seeming to gather himself together finally.&nbsp; "I am a spellcaster, and do things that most know nothing about.&nbsp; Asking me where I came from or where I am going is completely pointless.&nbsp; Primarily because I never know.&nbsp; For now, from your own words, I am in Roden.&nbsp; I've never been to this city before, but I wish to relax for a while.&nbsp; Would you, by chance, share company and a meal with me?&nbsp; I am in need of plain conversation for once."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 06:08:09</strong>
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				"Yes.&nbsp; Roden is a city." Shaye says, her voice slowing down. How could he not know that? "It's one of the largest in the country."&nbsp; And the most crime ridden, but that was besides the point.&nbsp; It was a letter off from rodent for gods sakes! (She'd just recently learned that, and wondered if the people who'd named the city had chosen that on purpose, knowing what kind of slums the city would hold).&nbsp; "You were leading a rebellion?" She couldn't imagine this man leading anything, let alone a rebellion.&nbsp; Perhaps he worked better under pressure.&nbsp; Or perhaps he was a lunatic lying to her.&nbsp; Either way, he'd been outside of Roden, which made him the most interesting person in the room as far as she was concerned.&nbsp; "Nymril?" She repeats, sitting uo straighter.&nbsp; Was it Gavril's Nymril?&nbsp; The Nymril who might be her next teacher?&nbsp; "Do you know where this Nymril is? Maybe I can help you find him." She says with a smile that had just a little too much sugar. <br><br>"Everything's good here.&nbsp; I suggest the beef." She adds as an afterthought, meat still being a luxury.&nbsp; She got regular meals, but the really good stuff, things like meat, needed to be purchased.&nbsp; And god knows she wouldn't buy food if she could other food for free.&nbsp; She gives him a slow smile as he calls her beautiful, and she watches him through her eyelashes before shaking her head.&nbsp; "Nothing more important than you." She sweet talks, already smelling beef in her future.&nbsp; <br><br>"A spellcaster?" She asks, leaning back in her seat.&nbsp; That was interesting.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll share you meal and your company, but I can't promise the conversation will be plain." She says flirtatiously.&nbsp; "My names Shaye."&nbsp; She'd finally started getting used to introducing herself, it was bizarre, saying her name so many times in a week.&nbsp; "And I am extremely curious as to what an ex-rebel leader and current spellcaster is doing in a place like this.&nbsp; If you didn't know where you were, how did you get here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 06:22:12</strong>
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				"Yes, I was leading a rebellion.&nbsp; Against someone who was called the Iron General.&nbsp; A fallen angel that was bent upon bending the entire world to his whim.&nbsp; I know not if he succeeded or not, as I was removed from the world itself."&nbsp; He'd gesture for a serving lass, snatching a flagon off the serving platter and taking a swift draft.&nbsp; "Yes, I know Nymril.&nbsp; We are distant kin, although we have kept in touch as much as we could.&nbsp; I'm a spellcaster, he's a swordsman.&nbsp; We both share a unique talent, though.&nbsp; We both wander beyond this realm, into worlds beyond imagination.&nbsp; I through my magic, he through...I know not.&nbsp; I've never learned, and he wouldn't teach me when I asked.&nbsp; Said something about a mortal frame, but I've changed that limitation some years ago."<br><br>"Beef it is then," he said, lifting his hand once again.&nbsp; This time, a pair of golden coins shined between his knuckles.&nbsp; "Two meals, more ale.&nbsp; Please."&nbsp; Once the coins were taken and the order going back to the kitchen, Gabriel continued talking.&nbsp; "If you have nothing more important to do than sharing company with me, then I wonder how boring this place may be."&nbsp; A pause, another drink taken as he wet his throat.&nbsp; "Yes, a spellcaster.&nbsp; I wield magic as a swordsman wields their blade.&nbsp; Magic is the very lifeforce of the multiverse.&nbsp; It exists throughout every world, every land, in many shapes and forms.&nbsp; Once you've gotten a taste of it, you will feel the need to get more."&nbsp; As he spoke, his fingers twirled as if he were moving a coin over and under his knuckles.<br><br>Little lights appeared, moving like a coin would, his fingers moving as quickly as any thief she'd seen in her years, making the lights move amazingly fast before he threw his fingers apart into the air.&nbsp; The lights burst apart and formed a fireworks display above their table, drawing immediate attention from everyone.&nbsp; "I don't care if the conversation is plain or not.&nbsp; All I seek is conversation and companionship.&nbsp; And sometimes it takes time for me to catch up to wherever I am.&nbsp; Each world is different, and I interact differently depending on each one."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 06:34:48</strong>
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				She'd never heard of anything like what he spoke of.&nbsp; Iron General? A fallen angel?&nbsp; It sounded a little far fetched, but then he was claiming to have come from a different world.&nbsp; "That's sad." Shaye says, a frowning marring her otherwise attractive features.&nbsp; "Working so hard towards something, and not knowing how it all ends."&nbsp; If she trained endlessly to join Shade's crew, only for him to change his mind the moment after she'd completed her training, she'd be furious, if not devastated.&nbsp; She'd get over it, but it would still be quite upsetting.<br><br>She tilts her head as he explains his relationship with Nymril, wondering if it was the same one as Gavrel spoke of.&nbsp; It certainly sounded like it.&nbsp; It made her even more eager to meet the man and convince him to train her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Changed that limitation? Are you trying to say you are no longer mortal?" she asks with a raised brow and a laugh. <br><br>Utterly delighted as he makes a pair of coins appear in his fingers, Shaye is all but at the edge of her seat as she watches him magic with his hands.&nbsp; "That's amazing!" She cries out, choosing to ignore the stares of the people around the whorehouse as they watch the traveler's short performance.&nbsp; Why did she always find the ones who drew attention?&nbsp; She still hated it when more than one person looked at her at once, it still made her fight off the knee-jerk reaction to flee.&nbsp; She didn't think it would be a feeling that would ever go away. <br><br>"It's like an addiction." She says, summing up his explanation towards magic.&nbsp; "I wouldn't mind a taste of it myself." she adds slyly, trying to imagine having the power to make coins appear out of thin air.&nbsp; She'd use that skill far better than this man was, that much was certain.&nbsp; "Is this world terribly different than your own?" She asks, choosing to play along with his claim.&nbsp; She'd get a good story out of it, if nothing else.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 06:46:24</strong>
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				Gabriel smiled at her, an honest smile that made his face light up.&nbsp; "You don't believe me," he said.&nbsp; "I wouldn't believe me either if I were you.&nbsp; However, if you wish for something more substantial, allow me to demonstrate."&nbsp; He brought his hands up in front of him, flipping them to and fro to show that he had nothing up his sleeves.&nbsp; He rolled up the sleeves on his shirt, demonstrating there was nothing there.&nbsp; The smile stayed in place as he closed his eyes, letting himself focus.&nbsp; Notes began to escape his lips, no words, just the raw melody.&nbsp; As his fingers began to move through the air, it seemed as if the fabric of the world was touched.&nbsp; Each time his fingers moved, the air shimmered.&nbsp; As his notes grew in strength and intensity, the very air around them became more vibrant.<br><br>The shadows of the place moved, slowly slipping free from where they were to pool in the middle of the floor.&nbsp; People would begin to cry out in alarm, but none dared interrupt him.&nbsp; His focus was supreme, and he allowed his eyes to open so that he could look at her.&nbsp; The notes took on a rhythm, the pool of shadows moving in time.&nbsp; The pool would grow, becoming a scene out of a storybook, a fairy tale or another.&nbsp; A knight, a damsel in a tower, a dragon guarding the tower.&nbsp; As the events unfolded, the entirety of the tavern looked on with shock and awe.&nbsp; The knight's details, even formed of shadowstuff, was perfect.&nbsp; The dragon breathed flames of shadow, engulfing the knight.&nbsp; The knight withstood the flames, slew the dragon, and freed the damsel from the tower.<br><br>When the notes faded, his fingers ceased their movements, the shadows split apart to return to where they should be.&nbsp; Applause broke out, but the look of fear was evident as well.&nbsp; One look was hatred, and if anyone noticed who it belonged to, it was the mysterious benefactor from just a few weeks ago.&nbsp; Shade stood, displayed to all, his shadows having been stripped away by someone else.&nbsp; There was hatred in his eyes, yet when Gabriel met them, there was an arrogance there.&nbsp; A surety that no matter what Shade may try or do, it meant nothing to him.&nbsp; Gabriel gave a small tip of his head, a sly grin, and returned his gaze to Shaye.<br><br>"Is that demonstration enough, lass, to make you believe I am what I say I am?&nbsp; Or want you more?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 06:57:24</strong>
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				As the traveler showed off his skills and played out the classic story of the knight rescuing the damsel from the dragon, Shaye was completely enthralled.&nbsp; It was one thing to hear a story, it was another to have it play out in front of you.&nbsp; It was mind blowing.&nbsp; And the song that came out of his mouth, no words, just tune...it touched a part of Shaye that had been buried in a level of grime that no bath had been able to get through.&nbsp; It was haunting and beautiful all at once.&nbsp; She'd never heard anything like it in her life.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye didn't applaud when the shadow play was finished, still lost somewhere in-between the story and real life.&nbsp; It was incredible, how had he done it?&nbsp; The only person she'd ever met who could control shadows like that was Shade, and even he didn't seem to be this skilled.<br><br>"I want more." She says automatically, not out of disbelief, but out of desire to see more impossible sights.&nbsp; <br><br>"Can you teach me?" She asks, so caught up in the offers of skills that had been freely given to her, that she forgot for a moment just how unlikely such a favor would be.&nbsp; Even if he said yes, he'd demand a fortune for lessons.&nbsp; But still...she'd been taught to read, to write, to use a weapon; and all due to the kindness of strangers hearts (Except for fighting; she'd been given lessons due to her skills in the bedroom for that one).&nbsp; Maybe she'd get lucky one more time? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 07:03:11</strong>
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				"I will strike an accord with you," Gabriel said softly.&nbsp; "I'm a man steeped in blood, darkness.&nbsp; Evil, if you would.&nbsp; I've done things that I must atone for in some way, shape, or form.&nbsp; Perhaps some deity some day will see fit to find me as wanting or lacking, but that time is not yet.&nbsp; I need...."&nbsp; He paused, sighing softly.&nbsp; "I need happiness.&nbsp; I need joy.&nbsp; I need to live, not just exist.&nbsp; I need someone to take care of me, and me her.&nbsp; It sounds idiotic, truly, but it's true.&nbsp; The last person I taught...was not the right person."&nbsp; He sighed, a hand coming up to rub across his brow.&nbsp; "She worshiped a demoness.&nbsp; The Demon Queen, Oidhche.&nbsp; Another world, but it was one that...broke me, in a sense.&nbsp; It's a long story, best saved for another night."<br><br>He paused, looking at her.&nbsp; "I've been with few women, truth be told.&nbsp; The first was my wife.&nbsp; A priestess who chose her god over a man that worshiped her like she was a divinity.&nbsp; I'll never get to see the child we had together.&nbsp; Never know her.&nbsp; The next of note was the Demon Queen's follower.&nbsp; Her name...well.&nbsp; It has been removed from history, you could say.&nbsp; Any trace of her, gone."&nbsp; He paused, waiting until the serving lass brought their meal and placed it before continuing.&nbsp; "You may think me naive.&nbsp; Perhaps I am.&nbsp; But you ask to learn, and I ask for comfort.&nbsp; Would you trade one for the other?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 20:04:09</strong>
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				Shaye listened to Gabriel's explanation of himself, and of just what he wanted from her, and a small frown marred her features.&nbsp; Was he an idiot?&nbsp; Who just walked up to a person and requested that they start caring for one another? No one did that.&nbsp; No one SHOULD do that.&nbsp; He should know better if he'd dealt with such suffering before now.&nbsp; So why did he continue to risk so much?<br><br>It was like he was a stray dog that you just knew would be a beggars meal in a few hours.&nbsp; He had no idea what he was in for, and didn't stand a chance.&nbsp; Her expression was that of something that wasn't quite pity, but not quite sympathy either.&nbsp; Just a sad sense of understanding.&nbsp; He wanted something real, something honest.&nbsp; And in that search he'd walked inside of a whorehouse. <br><br>Shaye shifted in her seat as she contemplated just what he was asking her.&nbsp; He wanted someone to care for him, and be allowed to care for them in return.&nbsp; And if she agreed to be that person, he would show her the secrets to his magic.&nbsp; Shaye knew she didn't have it in her to give him what he was asking.&nbsp; Any kind of desire to take care of someone other than herself had been wiped out years ago by harsh living and harsher people.&nbsp; <br><br>There were girls here who could care about him in an honest and sincere way.&nbsp; Shaye was not one of them.&nbsp; But he didn't ask them, he'd asked Shaye.&nbsp; So she smiled at him, and with all the abilities of someone at her skill level, she lies to him.&nbsp; "I will."&nbsp; Taking his hand with both of her own, she gives it a light sqeeze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 00:30:57</strong>
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				He lowered his head, giving off a soft, almost wistful laugh.&nbsp; "Do you know that when people lie you can hear it?" he said.&nbsp; "It's a discordant note amongst the music of life.&nbsp; I'm not asking for a miracle.&nbsp; I know better than that.&nbsp; You asked what I wanted, and I told you.&nbsp; You wish to learn, and I can teach.&nbsp; But I asked too much."&nbsp; He would close his eyes a moment, allowing the moment to come over him, knowing that things weren't as they had been once in his life.&nbsp; He'd lift his eyes to her, letting his hands fall from hers and would put himself to the meal in front of him.&nbsp; "We'll see where things go.&nbsp; And I shall teach you magic if you so desire.&nbsp; There are two ways to learn magic."&nbsp; He paused as he bowed his head, almost as if in prayer, before taking the first bite of his meal.<br><br>"The first is through the wizard's ways.&nbsp; A wizard will study arcane formulae, learning the secret words and gestures to unlock the use of magic.&nbsp; He becomes a conduit.&nbsp; His strength when it comes to magic is he can learn it all.&nbsp; But he's limited to how much he can channel per day, as the mind can only take so much.&nbsp; The formulae the wizards use are kept in their spellbooks, usually bound parchment of the most durable materials they can find.&nbsp; The second is the sorcerer's ways.&nbsp; A sorcerer innately knows magic, it's in their very soul.&nbsp; Usually, sorcerers have some type of unusual racial heritage some generations back.&nbsp; Angels, demons, fey, dragons, things of that nature."&nbsp; Once more he paused, taking another draft off of his mug.&nbsp; "There's no way of telling, usually.&nbsp; But if you have the sorcerous heritage, I could pull it out of your very soul.&nbsp; Tap into that knowledge that the blood knows, even if the mind doesn't."<br><br>"But," Gabriel continued.&nbsp; "Sorcerers are limited in their spellcasting.&nbsp; They know fewer spells, and can never know the great extent that wizards do.&nbsp; But sorcerers can cast their spells much more frequently, and gain power from the magic that pours out of their soul.&nbsp; As they gain more mastery over magic, the heritage that lies hidden within the blood, within the soul, manifests itself.&nbsp; Someone with celestial blood may grow feathered wings like an angel, someone with draconic blood may gain the ability to breathe fire or lightning.&nbsp; It develops over time, with no two people being the same."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 00:59:58</strong>
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				She stiffens when he calls her out on her lie.&nbsp; She looked ready to argue with him, fight for her 'honor' and prove that she was telling the truth.&nbsp; She was used to defending her lies before now.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then he was continuing, looking all bleak and dissatisfied.&nbsp; She wondered if he'd leave the whorehouse because of her lie, especially now that he'd pulled his hand out of her own.&nbsp; This would be the first time that Shaye had propositioned someone at Callistra's place and they'd turned her down.&nbsp; But it was also the first time someone had asked for love.&nbsp; <br><br>He still seemed willing to teach her magic however, which Shaye took as a good sign.&nbsp; Magic lessons for free?&nbsp; Who was she to turn that down?&nbsp; Listening to his explanation towards the two different kinds of magic users, Shaye wonders about herself.&nbsp; When she'd been on the streets, she'd been accused of having fey blood more times than she could count.&nbsp; It was because of her strangely bright green eyes, and the odd tilt to her eyes.&nbsp; They were features that now attracted customers, but back then had only attracted trouble.&nbsp; <br><br>But it was only hear-say, and she wouldn't claim to have magical sorcerer blood if she wasn't certain.&nbsp; The thought of memorizing even more words that were inside books exhausted her, but if the wizard way was all that was possible for her, then she'd take it.&nbsp; "I don't know of any magic blood inside of me.&nbsp; Angel, demon, or otherwise." Shaye says with a shrug.&nbsp; There weren't many other-world types in Roden, it was a primarily human city.&nbsp; At least this side of the city.&nbsp; She'd never seen many of the different species that Gabriel spoke of outside of stories.&nbsp; Another reason for her to get the hell out of this city the first chance she got.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 01:11:30</strong>
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				"We'll find out," he said simply.&nbsp; "If you wish to learn, I will teach.&nbsp; Once you have the basics, depending on what specialty is yours, you'll be able to develop on your own.&nbsp; The only way to truly master and develop your craft is to live it.&nbsp; It's a ritual to discover what type of abilities you may have within you.&nbsp; It takes time to arrange.&nbsp; So we'll work on that after the meal."&nbsp; He gestured towards her meal and would continue eating his own.&nbsp; He seemed resigned, and he'd already accepted that.&nbsp; He would eat in silence, finding no more desire to speak at this point in time.&nbsp; If she had questions he would answer them, but he'd do nothing else for the time being.<br><br>The people around them finally went about their business.&nbsp; Callistra was pulled aside by Shade, and a heated discussion began in earnest.&nbsp; It ended when Shade made a dismissive gesture and stepped through the shadows once more, disappearing from her immediate presence.&nbsp; Callistra put her hands together, wringing them in a nervous fashion, as she looked over at Gabriel and Shaye.&nbsp; Obviously, something had been spoken between her and Shade, and it was something that made her nervous.&nbsp; However, she wouldn't seek to interrupt Shaye or Gabriel.&nbsp; Business was starting to get settled for the night, and it looked to be busy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 04:06:36</strong>
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				"My own specialty." She repeats carefully, already imagining herself an all powerful spell caster.&nbsp; Bowing to no one, answering to no one.&nbsp; What could she do with that kind of power?&nbsp; Become an adventurer, she supposed.&nbsp; Travel the world, and start living the kind of life that bards told tales about.&nbsp; All of Shaye's dreams seemed to begin and end with getting out of the city.&nbsp; Something that seemed more far off than ever, considering the fact that she hadn't so much as left the whorehouse since her training had begun.&nbsp; <br><br>He seemed to be settled with the idea that Shaye would&nbsp; not love him, something that was unfortunate.&nbsp; If she needed something from him in the future, he wouldn't do it out of love, that much was obvious.&nbsp; She ate her meal, glad to have something as solid as meat in her belly.&nbsp; The taste was divine, and she enjoyed every bite.&nbsp; <br><br>Eating in silence allowed her to take in the bustling motions of a whorehouse that was preparing for another busy night.&nbsp; Ladies were applying their lipstick, unbuttoning their tops to reveal more cleavage, and giving their hair the final touches unnecessary to attract a wealthy customer.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her attention was pulled to Callistra and Shade, and Shaye watches them get into some kind of argument before Shade disappears into the shadows as he always did.&nbsp; Once again making an appearance only to leave before so much as giving her a nod of recognition.&nbsp; But then, considering how different her appearance was from when she'd first arrived, it was very possible he <em>hadn't</em> recognized her. <br><br>"Could you excuse me for a moment?" Shaye requests the traveler softly, pulling herself up out of her seat and walking towards the red headed beauty who ran the whorehouse.&nbsp; <br><br>"What is it?" Shaye asks with a frown, placing a hand on the woman's arm.&nbsp; "What did he say?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 04:51:35</strong>
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				Gabriel gave her leave by simply not asking her to stay.&nbsp; Granted, he was already aware that there was something special about this one.&nbsp; She had something to her that this world would need at some point in time.&nbsp; All she had to do was tap into that potential.&nbsp; So as he finished his meal, and ordered a second one to fill his appetite, he'd keep abreast of the situation at hand.&nbsp; A touch of magic had him listening in on the conversation that was going to happen between Callistra and Shaye.<br><br>Callistra would wave her hand before bringing it up to her face.&nbsp; "He's just angry," she said.&nbsp; "At me, primarily.&nbsp; For not continuing the education that you were supposed to be having.&nbsp; Of the nobility and things along those lines.&nbsp; And he is correct.&nbsp; I should have kept things going in that direction, but you seemed so happy living your own life here for a while.&nbsp; But that is not to be apparently."&nbsp; Callistra looked upset, but it was more sadness than anger.&nbsp; "We'll have to focus more on your studies, Shaye.&nbsp; I have books on all the nobility, manners, everything you'll need.&nbsp; You have done far beyond my best imagination when it came to learning how to read and write.&nbsp; I'm very proud of you."&nbsp; Callistra paused, and glanced at Gabriel's back.<br><br>"And Shade made sure to give a warning about that one.&nbsp; The only reason Shade fears him is he is related to Shade's former teacher, from what he said.&nbsp; And that if that man were to get involved in Shade's business, he fears that his former mentor would get involved.&nbsp; And from what he said, no one would want to be around if that were to happen.&nbsp; Shade has a...fear of his former mentor, apparently."&nbsp; Callistra shuddered, hugging herself before glancing towards Gabriel.&nbsp; "Stick close to him, though.&nbsp; If anyone can protect you in this world, it'd be him from the sound of it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 05:07:10</strong>
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				"How would he know if I'm learning how to be a lady or not?" Shaye demands, hands on her hips.&nbsp; He certainly hadn't been asking her about her studies.&nbsp; He probably got updates from Callistra, as he apparently couldn't be bothered to acknowledge her.&nbsp; She wasn't look forward to nobility training.&nbsp; It sounded boring just hearing about it, and she was certain that someone like her would fail at it.&nbsp; Only blue bloods could act like blue bloods, that how you knew they were nobility.&nbsp; She might have been prettied up somewhat in her time at Callistra's, but she was certain that anyone who'd actually met a noble would be able to spot her lies a mile away.&nbsp; <br><br>"I was." Shaye says, her position softening from it's defensive position.&nbsp; "Happy, I mean." She says awkwardly.&nbsp; She was healthier now, and cleaner, and smarter.&nbsp; She'd become somewhat idle in her time, almost lazy in the way she'd gone about her day.&nbsp; Her studies had felt more like a hobby, something to do in her spare time, rather than something that would help her in the future.&nbsp; While she wouldn't call the other whores her friends, they were far closer to her than any of the other street urchins had been.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye glows under Callistra's praise.&nbsp; And she almost falls over herself in gratitude when the other woman says that she was proud of her.&nbsp; No one was proud of Shaye.&nbsp; Ever.&nbsp; She wanted to say something, to explain how much those words meant to her.&nbsp; To explain to Callistra just how much the woman had changed her life so completely.&nbsp; But she doesn't, merely listens as Callistra goes on to explain Shade's feelings towards the traveler.&nbsp; <br><br>"Who is his mentor?" She looks back at the man, wondering just how it was that all the people she met seemed to be involved with one another in some way, shape, or form.&nbsp; She supposed that was what happened when you stayed in one place for so long.&nbsp; <br><br>"Did Shade say when he'd come back again? Or when I'd start other kinds of training?" She'd been promised adventure dammit.&nbsp; And enough coins to fuck on.&nbsp; She was richer, that was true.&nbsp; But it wasn't the kind of fortune she'd been promised.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 05:20:32</strong>
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				Callistra shook her head.&nbsp; "I know not who his mentor is," she said.&nbsp; "Gavrel might know.&nbsp; That man would certainly know.&nbsp; Go and speak with him.&nbsp; I need to make some arrangements.&nbsp; I will give you the books that I have, you just need to return them eventually.&nbsp; I have some contacts in the minor nobility.&nbsp; I'm sure they would be able to give you better training directly.&nbsp; You will go there and learn.&nbsp; We'll get documents verifying you're a minor noble, distantly related, from a faraway area.&nbsp; Country nobility, they called it.&nbsp; That should let you obtain the firsthand training that will be needed to do the job you've been drafted into."&nbsp; Callistra was shook, it was obvious.&nbsp; But it wasn't from Shade or any of the arguments.&nbsp; She was afraid for Shaye, at what might occur in the coming days.<br><br>Gabriel would stand and approach the pair, moving on bare feet as he still had his boots drying near the fire.&nbsp; "The one in question is Nymril of the Nine Cuts," Gabriel said.&nbsp; "Nymril's the last of his line, wielding a cursed blade that will only listen to him.&nbsp; He also happens to be possibly the greatest swordsman that has ever existed in multiple worlds.&nbsp; The reason Shade fears him is I am kin to Nymril, and Shade knows should he bother me, my kinsman will come calling.&nbsp; Nymril is...not on this world presently.&nbsp; He's more mercenary than I am.&nbsp; However, I could reach him well before anyone on this world could do anything."&nbsp; Gabriel's tone was so matter of fact it was chilling.<br><br>He'd reach out a hand and pull Callistra against him, hugging her.&nbsp; "Hush child," he said softly.&nbsp; "Fear not for your establishment.&nbsp; I will assist in anything you need before I leave this realm.&nbsp; But I will be taking the young lass here with me to train.&nbsp; She needs not nobility and courtly training.&nbsp; She needs to free her soul."&nbsp; He'd raise a hand, grip Callistra's chin softly, and plant a soft kiss upon her forehead.&nbsp; "She will be leaving with me tonight.&nbsp; I have need of a place to stay, but it would not be safe here for anyone should I stay.&nbsp; I have enemies that could take this place apart easily."<br><br>Gabriel would release Callistra, glance back at Shaye, and then look over to his belongings.&nbsp; If anyone watched, they'd disappear and reappear on him in the span of a breath.&nbsp; Magic at work again.&nbsp; "Gather your belongings Shaye," he said softly.&nbsp; "You wish to see magic?&nbsp; Enjoy an adventure?&nbsp; Then I shall take you on both.&nbsp; I will first see if that soul of yours has any magic within it, and after that, you will practice.&nbsp; I am not a horrible taskmaster, but I will test your patience.&nbsp; But under my tutelage, you will become a spellcaster second to none."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 05:47:37</strong>
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				Callistra spoke quickly, and Shaye was almost caught offgaurd.&nbsp; She'd be sent off to some nobles to learn the art? She thought that Callistra would be able to teach her everything she knew.&nbsp; Why did she have to leave?&nbsp; And fake documents?&nbsp; This noble wouldn't even help if she wasn't at least, 'country nobility'?&nbsp; "When do I leave?" Shaye asks, both nervous and excited all at once.&nbsp; Was the noble from this city? Or would she get to leave Rodin for the first time in her life?&nbsp; She'd finally be on her way to being good enough for Shade's crew.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd almost completely forgotten about Gabriel and the agreement to learn magic from him until he was talking to both her and Callistra about Nymril.&nbsp; Nymril again.&nbsp; So many people knew of him it seemed.&nbsp; It made her all the more eager to see him for herself.&nbsp; The greatest swordsman in the world.&nbsp; And Gavrel was willing to convince him to teach her.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye was more than a little shocked when he pulled Callistra in for a hug.&nbsp; And then began to explain how Shaye would be abandoning her obligations here to travel with him.&nbsp; "What I need..." Shaye says carefully, lowering her eyes to the floor, not paying much mind when Gabriel zapped his wet belongings onto his person.&nbsp; "I never said I'd leave this place for your lessons." She says, quickly shaking her head.&nbsp; "If I was willing to do that, I'd have taken up an offer I'd received earlier than yours."&nbsp; Havoc's offer. She'd turned him down, and he'd been ready to hand over a sapphire.&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't do it.&nbsp; She had to stay on course.&nbsp; She'd promised her services to Shade.&nbsp; And if she left with the traveler now, she would never return to Roden.&nbsp; She could feel that in her bones.&nbsp; She'd turn around and never look back.&nbsp; <br><br>"You want..." Shaye searches for the words to make the traveler understand.&nbsp; "I need to stay.&nbsp; I made promises that I-I have to keep."&nbsp; She didn't want to abandon Callistra halfway through the woods.&nbsp; Shade, she might have.&nbsp; But Callistra?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; <br><br>"You don't have to leave either." She says, offering a peace offering.&nbsp; "Roden is the crime capital of the country for a reason.&nbsp; There are thousands of places to hide when you don't want to be found. "&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 05:58:45</strong>
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				Gabriel would gaze at Shaye with those icy cold eyes, warmth having left them as he had made the choices.&nbsp; "You're forgetting something child," Gabriel said, his voice soft but strong, like iron.&nbsp; "I didn't ask you to leave.&nbsp; I didn't say that your opinion was being taken into consideration here.&nbsp; Callistra will be protected, and she'll be in much less danger than you and I will be in.&nbsp; Because only by putting oneself in the utmost danger is power truly able to be formed.&nbsp; So that's going to be done.&nbsp; If you need nothing, then we will depart now."&nbsp; As he gazed at Callistra, he smiled and winked at her even as a hand came up between him and Shaye, clenching into a fist.<br><br>Shaye would be able to see it, just a glimpse, of what raw power could do.&nbsp; Filaments of light, colors that defied description, bent around that fist as the world around them simply disappeared.&nbsp; The pair of them would be alone, in darkness, for a few moments before light came once more.&nbsp; The sun shone above them, a distinct difference from the night that had existed where they had been previously.&nbsp; On a plateau that was covered with trees, brush, and other such things.&nbsp; But the land was perfectly smooth, and allowed to see everything around the immediate areas.&nbsp; The plateau was situated in the middle of the forest, a river running around the plateau on both sides, seemingly coming from the mountains not far from where they were.<br><br>"Worry not for Callistra," he said simply.&nbsp; "I'll ensure that she is safe and sound.&nbsp; Worry not for Shade, for should he seek you he'll find me.&nbsp; His means of travel pale in comparison to his mentor's or my own.&nbsp; You must focus solely on what you wish to do with your life.&nbsp; Tapping into the potential that you denied for years, I would imagine.&nbsp; I did not grow up in the streets.&nbsp; I grew up in fine houses, tutors, and leisure.&nbsp; But I went through more hells since then than you could ever imagine."&nbsp; He would pause, walking around, looking at the immediate area.&nbsp; His fingers spread out, flexing, and darts of golden light shot out of his fingertips.&nbsp; Points marking a pentacle, even as he hummed a note that had the ground between the points changing.&nbsp; The pentacle formed quickly, the star within the circle, its lines formed of a silvery light.<br><br>"Sit inside of that," he said simply.&nbsp; "We'll see if you have anything in you that will point us to which mastery of magic you will learn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 06:15:13</strong>
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				The kindness that had been inside of Gabriel seemed to disapear as Shaye refused his offer.&nbsp; But in the end it didn't seem to be an offer.&nbsp; "Who are you to tell me what will happen to me?" Shaye demands, pulling back and scowling at the man.&nbsp; Who did he think he is?&nbsp; Shaye didn't care if Shade was afraid of him, she was angry!<br><br>But then there were colors, flashes of light, and a sudden change of location.&nbsp; What happened? How had that happened? Where were they?&nbsp; A flash of agoraphobia runs through Shaye as she takes in the sight of the wide plateau, bright blue sky, and lush forest life that surrounded them.&nbsp; It didn't look like anything she knew.&nbsp; There were no buildings, no grime, no crowds.&nbsp; Shaye's eyes frantically scan the area she'd been transported to, not knowing what to do with herself.&nbsp; The skirts of her dress drag along the grass as she takes a few unsteady steps froward.<br><br>And then Gabriel was speaking again, about how safe Callistra would be, on what she would do now that she was here with him.&nbsp; And how he had suffered far more than she had, even while living in the lap of luxary.&nbsp; Shaye's heart filled with a strong emotion, but it was far from the one he'd asked from her earlier.&nbsp; <br><br>"I won't!" Shaye cries out, stumbling backwards, away from the freak who'd dragged her away from her home and deeper into the woods, finding solace in the shadows.&nbsp; "Why should I do anything you told me to?! You KIDNAPPED me!" She shouts, wishing she hadn't left her daggers in her bedroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Where have you taken me?" She demands, all but shaking as she examines the odd green plantlife.&nbsp; Trees and grass.&nbsp; She'd never seen this much of either in her life.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 06:26:14</strong>
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				"A sanctuary," Gabriel replied.&nbsp; "A place to train.&nbsp; A place to unlock your potential.&nbsp; You wanted to learn magic.&nbsp; I will teach you.&nbsp; We are out here, away from civilization as you know it, so that you can learn.&nbsp; You can develop.&nbsp; Your powers may manifest in a glorious fashion, or you may be a dud.&nbsp; But you will try.&nbsp; And you will sit in the pentacle so that the ritual can be performed.&nbsp; You can do it of your own free will, or we can simply wait.&nbsp; But like I said before, I know my limitations.&nbsp; You don't know either your own or mine.&nbsp; So by all means."&nbsp; He sat on the ground next to the pentacle, gesturing towards it once again.&nbsp; Gabriel showed the vast patience that would be needed by any who sought to master the arcane arts.<br><br>"We are in a forest that I know has a name, but do not care what that name is.&nbsp; I know there are creatures in the area that may kill us.&nbsp; I know that there is the possibility of serious harm.&nbsp; What you must come to realize is that to overcome adversity, to become more than what you are, you must strive for it.&nbsp; Hate me if you must.&nbsp; I've taken a liking to you, and think you have potential.&nbsp; If you wish to study more than magic, we can work in lessons.&nbsp; I'd rather not bring my kinsman into it, but I do know some that would work just as well.&nbsp; Nymril's dedicated to his craft and sees little use in magic.&nbsp; However, I know of some that weave blade and spell together with ease, and it is quite devastating to those not prepared for it."<br><br>Gabriel planted his elbows on his knees, staring up at her with a smile.&nbsp; "I await your desires.&nbsp; Granted, your desires must be to sit in the pentacle.&nbsp; But once that happens, more options arise."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 06:39:21</strong>
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				A sanctuary?&nbsp; She'd been to sanctuary's.&nbsp; They were large buildings made from ancient stone where people went to pray, but would hide you from the local guard if you swore you wanted to convert to whatever faith they were spewing.&nbsp; This was no sanctuary.&nbsp; A sound from the tree's had Shaye stiffening and glaring upwards.&nbsp; Was that a bird?&nbsp; Why wasn't it dead?&nbsp; What kind of place was this?&nbsp; "And if I am a dud.&nbsp; Will you return me to where you found me?" Shaye demands harshly, still backing away from the lunatic and the pentacle.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes narrow as he reveals just how little he knew about the forest, or the creatures inside of it.&nbsp; How could someone so powerful be so stupid?&nbsp; "Clearly you like me.&nbsp; You asked me to love you earlier today." Shaye says, tugging at her skirt as it gets caught on the trunk of a tree.&nbsp; "You must have known how stupid you sounded." She didn't feel the need to concern herself over his feelings now that he'd kidnapped her.&nbsp; "What kind of idiot walks into a whorehouse and asks for true companionship?" She says with a sniff, glaring at him as he takes his seat.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm done with you." Shaye says decisively before storming off, more than willing to risk the forest over another moment with her would-be captor.&nbsp; Stumbling over a jutted out tree root, Shaye grumbles and curses under her breath.&nbsp; She'd known that leaving Roden would mean experiencing life outside of a city.&nbsp; She just hadn't imagined it would mean having to deal with so much...earth.&nbsp; She'd burn it all to the ground if she could.&nbsp; And as a tree branch finds a way to shove itself into her hair, Shaye let's out another string of curses.&nbsp; <br><br>Give her an alleyway filled with thugs.&nbsp; She could manage that, she understood that.&nbsp; Where was the logic in all of these damn branches?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 06:44:34</strong>
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				Gabriel wasn't given time to rebut her comments, so he stayed where he was.&nbsp; He'd have time later.&nbsp; As it was, Shaye would find herself in the brush of the trees on the top of the plateau.&nbsp; Creatures of all types could be scurrying around.&nbsp; Birds, insects, anything and everything that they seemed to not have in the city.&nbsp; Her skirt would snag frequently, her hair would get caught up in low branches, and creatures would pester her.&nbsp; She'd see the spiders and snakes, but those weren't the truly dangerous things here.&nbsp; No, there was something else entirely more dangerous.<br><br>She'd seen goblins before, at least some had visited Roden at one point in time or another.&nbsp; The ones here, though, were much more...dirty.&nbsp; They sat around a fire, poking sticks that had skewered through rats into the flames.&nbsp; When they saw her, they paused in their movements.&nbsp; A dozen of the creatures sat there, and one stood quickly, pointing and making a declaration in whatever tongue the goblins spoke.&nbsp; Immediately, skewered rats were forgotten and wicked looking weapons were gathered.&nbsp; A few of the creatures gathered up what appeared to be nets, in preparation of snatching her freedom away.&nbsp; It was obvious that this small band had used its weapons and tactics well, because in the heat of the moment, she could see the skulls of humans around the campfire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 06:54:41</strong>
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				She hated the wilderness.&nbsp; She wasn't sure just what she'd done to offend the small furry animal population of the forest, but they seemed out to get her.&nbsp; Squirrels threw acorns at her, chipmunks would force her to trip and fall on her face, and mice would bite at her ankles whenever given the opportunity.&nbsp; If this was a fairy-tale, then Shaye was being treated as the exact opposite of a princess.&nbsp; The spiders, insects, and snakes seemed out to get her as well, but the mammals seemed particularly interested in making the city girl suffer.&nbsp; <br><br>She was exhausted by the time she stumbled on the goblin campsite.&nbsp; And on her initial arrival, she was almost a little relieved.&nbsp; She'd worked with goblins before.&nbsp; Traded black market or obviously stolen goods with them.&nbsp; She could catch a ride with their caravan and be inside of a city in no time.&nbsp; But then she noticed the human skulls scattered around the campfire, as well as the way they were grabbing their weapons and nets.&nbsp; And Shaye finds her inner rat, and flees the scene.<br><br>Forcing her way through the bushes, and stumbling over the roots.&nbsp; Shaye's usual speed and ability to scurry was failing her.&nbsp; She couldn't move as quickly when the ground wasn't sturdy.&nbsp; She was used to fleeing over roads that had been stomped on for years.&nbsp; The forests floors had barely been touched, and even when a root wasn't in her way, the dirt on the ground was too loose to allow her much leverage.&nbsp; <br><br>The speedy streetrat was awkward and slow in the wilderness, and Shaye could feel the goblins gaining on her as she tried to find her way back to Gabriel's sanctuary.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 06:59:55</strong>
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				She made enough noise as she stumbled through the forest that Gabriel was up and ready when she finally reached him.&nbsp; The goblins hot on her heels, he'd smile as he lifted his hand up.&nbsp; Time to show her what some magic could do when not used to make pretty little displays and move from place to place.&nbsp; He waited, timing it so that as the goblins reached the prone form of Shaye, he called out a deep, sonorous note.&nbsp; The goblins looked up just in time to see the results of Gabriel's magic.<br><br>Lightning flared from his fingertips, scorching the goblins and leaving the entire band dead where they stood.&nbsp; Charred remains were smoldering even as his hand fell away.&nbsp; Shaking his hand as if to rid himself of the sensation, he'd slowly walk over to Shaye's fallen form.&nbsp; He'd kneel down next to her, putting a finger to her head and allowing a low, resonant note to fill the air around them.&nbsp; Magic was pulled from the surrounding environs to find her wounds, binding them and healing them within moments.&nbsp; Other than her disheveled appearance and any damage done to her clothing, it was as if nothing had happened to her.&nbsp; Magic, granted a magic that even she would never be able to use unless she took the same steps that he'd taken.&nbsp; But it was no matter.<br><br>"Ready yet?" he asked casually.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 07:08:42</strong>
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				She ran and ran and ran.&nbsp; Had she walked this far in her attempt to escape the traveler?&nbsp; She felt like she'd been running forever.&nbsp; The goblins cries from behind her only egged her on. It was run or die after all, and she had far too many plans for herself to die just yet.&nbsp; The tree's wipped at her face and tore at her clothing, but still she ran.&nbsp; It was strange, the animals seemed to be taking a break in their attempts to torture her, choosing instead to watch in silence as she was murdered and eaten by a horde of goblins.<br><br>And then a root had jutted out that she was certain hadn't been there before, and Shaye topples to the ground.&nbsp; She was going to die.&nbsp; Eyes wide, Shaye tries to stand only to find her foot jammed in-between the tree root and the ground.&nbsp; She was trapped.&nbsp; Trying to remember some kind of final prayer for the sinful dying, she shakes her head.&nbsp; "I'll surrender my soul to any god that can find it." Shaye whispers, the traditional thieves prayer.&nbsp; <br><br>And then it was over.<br><br>Because Gabriel had appeared and destroyed the goblins as though they were nothing more than flies.&nbsp; Easier than flies actually, as Shaye had been trying to kill flying bugs for the past half hour and found it quite difficult.&nbsp; He killed them like they were flowers.&nbsp; <br><br>Glaring at him as he checks her for injury with some kind of magic musical spell, Shaye tugs her foot out of it's jammed position.&nbsp; "Fuck you." She replies before storming back to the pentacle and taking a seat in it's center.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 07:16:39</strong>
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				Gabriel would smile as he watched her finally sit in the middle of the pentacle.&nbsp; "The pentacle is a symbol of protection," he said as he walked around it.&nbsp; When she was situated in the center, he'd lift his hands and continue walking, this time threading magic throughout the pentacle.&nbsp; She could see the multiple colors once more, as they began to shine within the pentacle.&nbsp; "In this case, we are using it to draw out any latent powers that may exist in your soul.&nbsp; My magic is currently working its way through your blood and into your very soul.&nbsp; Soon, we will know what you have inside that may influence your future."<br><br>Shaye could feel the pulsing of magic, as if the world had a heartbeat.&nbsp; It beat within her, filling her in a way that no man ever could, no desires ever could.&nbsp; It would feel like she was one with the world.&nbsp; Beyond the colors of Gabriel's magic, she could see him.&nbsp; Truly see him.&nbsp; A man's shape, true, but it was as if he was magic.&nbsp; His entire being hummed with the same power that he was threading through the pentacle, through her, and tapping into the lineage that she might possess.&nbsp; And she could easily determine that what he'd said was true, that he was beyond a mere mortal.&nbsp; He was pure magic.<br><br>When the culmination came, Gabriel was calm.&nbsp; "Ride it out," he said, fingers slowing as the magic's threading was no longer needed.&nbsp; "Allow the power to shape you.&nbsp; Draw upon it and become what you so desire to become.&nbsp; Your magic will not be like mine, it will come from within.&nbsp; I can feel your soul has some potency that has laid dormant.&nbsp; Let it out, Shaye.&nbsp; Become that which you need to become.&nbsp; Allow yourself to dream, allow yourself to do what you've always desired to do.&nbsp; Draw upon the raw, latent power within and give yourself what you've always wanted."<br><br>"Freedom."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 05:42:10</strong>
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				Shaye watched him carefully from her place on the ground.&nbsp; She didn't trust his magic, or the sudden appearance of colors that shined around her.&nbsp; She never should have sat next to him in the whorehouse.&nbsp; She could be making a few gold pieces off of a rich merchant right now, instead of being trapped in the wilderness with a magical rainbow maker.&nbsp; Glaring at him as he starts talking about how his magic was in her blood, she begrudgingly drifts her gaze down to her hands, examining her skin for a moment to make sure there was no damage.<br><br>And then she felt it, and her fury faded way to amazement.&nbsp; She could hear the pounding, feel it beneath her bones.&nbsp; For the first time in her life, Shaye felt...at peace.&nbsp; There was no room for struggle, no room for fighting.&nbsp; There was no aggression or anger or desire or greed. There was only serenity.&nbsp; It was beautiful.&nbsp; And as she looked at Gabriel, he was beautiful too.&nbsp; Everything was.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt a rushing in her ears as her eyes go wide, taking everything in even as she's unable to feel the difference between herself and the rest of the universe.&nbsp; It was all just one jumble.&nbsp; Why hadn't she realized that before now?&nbsp; But then she wasn't a she anymore, she wasn't an anyone anymore.&nbsp; She was everything in he universe, and everything in the universe was her. <br><br>Somewhere in her ears she could hear a wailing screech, the kind only a very large beast could make.&nbsp; And her heart began to feel like it was on fire.&nbsp; Her skin burned and sizzled as the spark inside of Shaye's soul burst forth, revealing the nature of her blood. <br><br>And then it died down, and the howling of the beast went away, and the fire calmed, and Shaye returned to the mortal plane.&nbsp; <br><br>Hands shaking, she feels at her body frantically, checking herself, making sure she was still all there, that she was alright and not different.<br><br>In fact, Shaye wasn't different.&nbsp; Her breasts were still large, her body was still fairly petite, her hair was still dark and curly, and her skin was still tan.&nbsp; In fact, the casual observer would be unable to note the subtle changes that had taken place.&nbsp; <br><br>The strangely bright green eyes that had made people assume that Shaye was part fay were gone, and in their place were iris's the color of liquid gold.&nbsp; Her fingernails had lengthed as well, appearing more like claws than the dainty things they'd been before.&nbsp; Besides this, it didn't appear as though anything else was different.&nbsp; Her ears were pointed, but due to her long curls it was impossible to tell.<br><br>The changes were subtle, but an expert would know what they meant.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye had dragon blood running through her veins.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 23:01:02</strong>
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				Gabriel gave her the once over, then looked around.&nbsp; He wasn't surprised to feel a few figures out in the distance, something that had responded to the magic he had worked.&nbsp; It wasn't surprising, all things considered.&nbsp; After all, one did not work high magic without having someone notice.&nbsp; There were sensitives on this world, then, and that was interesting.&nbsp; However, he cared not.&nbsp; Instead, he had an apprentice that he had to train.&nbsp; As she became acclimated to her burgeoning ability, he rummaged through the sack that he wore at his waist.&nbsp; Magical, as all things he owned were, his arm went fully into the bag before he pulled out a series of metallic cubes, interconnected to one another.&nbsp; "Step to the side a bit," he said softly.<br><br>When she had done as asked, or even if she didn't, Gabriel flung the connecting cubes out and above the center of the plateau.&nbsp; A harsh word was barked out, and the magic was immediate.&nbsp; The cubes expanded into an entire castle layout, a central keep surrounded by four towers.&nbsp; Connecting the towers to each other were high walls, apparently made out of some type of dark metal.&nbsp; The keep itself connected to the towers by thin walkways, each of which appeared to be able to be disconnected from the keep side.&nbsp; The place was massive, demolishing a good portion of the plateau's natural wildlife as it took root into the ground itself.&nbsp; Gabriel looked over at her, giving her a lopsided smile.<br><br>"Home sweet home," he said.&nbsp; "At least for now, while your training is underway.&nbsp; Come, let us see what is in the pantries.&nbsp; A good meal will be needed to fuel that new change of yours, lass.&nbsp; Magic needs something to feed on, and it tends to be the body and mind.&nbsp; Make sure they are fed, and you will never want for anything."&nbsp; With that, he walked over to the entrance of the vast keep, waved a hand, and the wall itself seemed to flow back from an entrance, large enough for the pair to walk side by side.&nbsp; "Come, Shaye.&nbsp; Lets see what we can do with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 23:24:06</strong>
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				Shaye glowered at her captor as he examines her before ordering her out of the pentacle.&nbsp; She'd done as he asked, felt the universe's core, and he treated it as though she'd done nothing at all.&nbsp; Imagining a world where she had the power to gut him without getting murdered in the attempt,&nbsp; Shaye none the less steps aside.&nbsp; While he rummages through his sack, she examines herself once more.&nbsp; Besides her fingernails getting rather strong and pointy, she didn't see any real change.&nbsp; Did that mean that her soul didn't have much to offer? And what did pointy fingernails mean?&nbsp; Havoc had claws, was she part elf?&nbsp; Or was she part demon?&nbsp; That wouldn't surprise her much. <br><br>Lifting her gaze from her fingers, she watches in amazement as he creates a castle out of a handful of cubes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Crouching down, as though nervous that the entire building would suddenly come crashing down on them, Shaye stares accusingly at the building.&nbsp; This was why people didn't trust magic users.&nbsp; It wasn't natural.&nbsp; It didn't matter how right she'd felt while she'd been in the center of the pentacle.&nbsp; A building that could be carried in a purse was <em>wrong</em>.<br><br>Her glare didn't fade as Gabriel smiles at her and begins to all but bribe her with the promise of food.&nbsp; She wasn't the same person she'd been three weeks ago, bought with little more than a piece of bread.&nbsp; "I'm not hungry." She says with narrowed eyes, not really wanting to go inside the obviously enchanted castle.&nbsp; <br><br>"And I don't remember telling you my name." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 23:30:35</strong>
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				"Then don't eat," he said in response.&nbsp; He shrugged his shoulders, walking into the courtyard of the castle.&nbsp; "However, you may want to come inside at least.&nbsp; Gods know that there are a number of people in the area who probably sensed or at least felt what just happened.&nbsp; And they'll want to come and investigate what happened.&nbsp; However, if you aren't inside, they'll assume you caused the trouble.&nbsp; At which point in time they'll most likely flay you alive.&nbsp; So that's your call.&nbsp; You have one minute to determine what you're going to do.&nbsp; I'll be waiting."&nbsp; He pulled his sketching pad from another of his satchels, snapping his hand out to once again conjure a writing utensil.&nbsp; With that, he'd stare at her and without taking his eyes off of her, he began to sketch.<br><br>If she moved, he'd capture it in the sketch pad.&nbsp; If she went to look at it, she could see that he was sketching her.&nbsp; And his artistry was quite good, all things considered.&nbsp; He caught the change in her eyes, the glimmer of gold within their depths.&nbsp; The shape of her face, the color of her skin, her hair.&nbsp; Everything was done in as much detail as a mere pencil could capture.&nbsp; All the while, the portal he'd made would begin to collapse now that he'd gone through it.&nbsp; The minute would be the length of time it would stay open without him saying otherwise.&nbsp; If she went through, it would shut behind her and make the wall seamless once more.&nbsp; That's assuming she did come into the courtyard, and didn't stand outside in a stubborn manner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 23:46:09</strong>
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				She crosses her arms over her chest as he responds to her refusal to enter the castle, but glances backwards when he talks about the dangers that lurked out in the wilderness.&nbsp; There were people in the area? Were they near a village? A way to escape?&nbsp; If this was a bard's story, she'd be a noble lady, and she'd find herself rescued by a noble knight in no time.&nbsp; But she wasn't a lady, she was a whore.&nbsp; And anyone out in the woods was more likely to have the same reaction to her as the goblins had, rather than thoughts of rescue.&nbsp; No, Shaye didn't belong in that sort of story.&nbsp; Her's was of a different sort entirely. <br><br>She fidgets as he gives her a minutes decision and distracts himself with writing.&nbsp; She didn't want to be trapped in a castle with the traveler.&nbsp; But she also didn't want to be trapped out in the wilderness without so much as a knife to defend herself with.&nbsp; She'd be dead in a minute, if not from the wandering evil-doers, then by the sadistic wildlife she'd already experienced.&nbsp; She could already see a few cruel looking birds watching the castle from the outskirts of the forest.&nbsp; <br><br>Watching the portal begin to close, she let's out a frustrated sigh before entering the castle, glaring at Gabriel all the while.&nbsp; "What are you doing?" She demands, glancing down at the page only to increase her fury.&nbsp; "I didn't say you could draw me!" She exclaims, reaching out to steal the drawing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why was he doing that? And he'd failed as well.&nbsp; Her eyes were not yellow.&nbsp; Didn't he know that?&nbsp; "I don't model for free." She says, voice coming out in a near snarl.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 23:54:35</strong>
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				Gabriel would simply move to ensure she didn't get his drawing.&nbsp; "I didn't ask you if i could draw you either," he retorted simply.&nbsp; His hands moved with sudden speed, stuffing things away so she couldn't get them.&nbsp; "And you are not modeling for free.&nbsp; Remember, you are here to learn magic.&nbsp; As an apprentice, I can do whatever I like with you in response."&nbsp; He was matter of fact about it, but he'd turn and walk towards the keep's doors.&nbsp; A hand wave would have them opening and inside she could see that it was as large as she imagined.&nbsp; There was a large staircase leading up to the second floor of the keep, and off to the sides were other rooms.&nbsp; "Your room is through there," he said, pointing to the left room as they entered the keep.&nbsp; "Kitchen is to the right."<br><br>"My room will be upstairs, second floor.&nbsp; Third floor and above are for training.&nbsp; Now that we've got your latent ability unlocked, we'll have to make sure it doesn't go dormant once more.&nbsp; So we'll go through ensuring that you draw upon your powers every day, and exhausting them.&nbsp; Only by seeking the sheer utmost limits of your abilities will you be able to expand them."&nbsp; Gabriel veered off to the right, heading for the kitchen.&nbsp; There were a number of pantries, a large fireplace for cooking, and anything that could be imagined in a kitchen.&nbsp; Humming to himself, Gabriel began to search through the pantries, trying to figure out what he might want.&nbsp; "I need to get a seneschal again to handle things here.&nbsp; I haven't used this place in ages."<br><br>She'd be left to either go to her room or follow Gabriel.&nbsp; Her room, if she chose that direction, was a luxurious suite that had a bed larger than any in Callistra's home, a sunken marble tub, piping for hot and cold water, and all the other amenities one could ask for.&nbsp; Then again, she could try to go upstairs, if she chose that way as well.&nbsp; Either way, Gabriel was rummaging for sustenance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 00:19:08</strong>
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				Shaye's attitude towards Gabriel was dropping with every passing moment.&nbsp; Forcing her away from her city, from her training, from the people that knew her, and taking her here to train her, to draw her, and to do god knows what else to her!&nbsp; "If it's not willing participation, I don't think it can really be called an 'apprenticeship'. " Shays says lowly, crossing her arms over her chest once more, feeling rather unsure now that the only exit out of the castle had disappeared.&nbsp; Perhaps she had been better off in the wilderness.&nbsp; <br><br>Her room was on the bottom floor, right by the kitchen.&nbsp; Easy way to sneak food she supposed, but it wasn't exactly the tallest room in the tallest tower that befit a kidnapped woman.&nbsp; But then, realistically if she was a proper prisoner she'd be locked up in a dungeon somewhere.&nbsp; He really wasn't committing to the fact that she wasn't here willingly.&nbsp; But then, with no exits and being surrounded by an unknown amount of wilderness, it wasn't as though she'd have anywhere to go if she COULD flee.&nbsp; <br><br>Watching him as he walks into the kitchen, examining the full contents of the pantries, Shaye sniffs in disbelief as he talks about bringing in a servant.&nbsp; She wondered if the servant would come willingly or not.&nbsp; "You don't often use the castle you keep in your pocket?" She asks wryly, raising a pointed eyebrow.&nbsp; <br><br>Abandoning Gabriel to his snacking, Shaye first examines what was to be her room.&nbsp; Her automatic reaction was delight at the large bed, marble tub, and fantastic luxuries.&nbsp; Was that a mirror? A real mirror?&nbsp; Walking towards it, she examines the reflective glass, taking in her appearance with appreciation.&nbsp; It wasn't often that she got to take a good look at herself.&nbsp; Smiling at herself, she adjusts her pose a few times, more playful than anything else, before noticing the color of her eyes.&nbsp; Gasping in horror, she presses her fingers to the mirror in surprise.&nbsp; What had happened?&nbsp; Why the change?&nbsp; She didn't understand!&nbsp; Her thoughts dwell on the picture he'd drawn of her.&nbsp; He'd seen the change, but hadn't said a word.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to demand what had happened to her, but she already knew the answer.&nbsp; Her soul had pulled this out of her, when she'd been in the center of the pentacle.&nbsp; But what did that mean?&nbsp; What had she become?<br><br>Instead of storming after Gabriel she instead makes the decision to get a feel for the rest of the castle.&nbsp; Abandoning her luxurious room, she walks up the stairs.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 00:29:59</strong>
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				The second floor was one vast library by the look of things.&nbsp; Books of all types and imaginations could be found there.&nbsp; One book in particular would probably stand out to her, as it was laying out on a table, closed.&nbsp; "Memoirs" was the title, and beneath it was his name, Gabriel Shadowstar.&nbsp; If that wasn't to her liking, there were books on geography, other worlds, and anything she could ever want to know.&nbsp; There was no real bedroom or the like.&nbsp; There was a large fireplace and a pair of comfortable chairs that would have seen better days.&nbsp; That was the entirety of the second floor.&nbsp; Venturing beyond that would be to go into the areas that had been marked specifically for training.&nbsp; Was that some place she really wanted to go?<br><br>Meanwhile, Gabriel would be muttering to himself, casually throwing away almost all of the food.&nbsp; When he thought he found something edible, he sniffed it, sighed, and shook his head.&nbsp; "Such a waste," he said.&nbsp; His head would turn and he'd listen to where she was in his home.&nbsp; Truthfully, he didn't often come back here for the bad memories that existed.&nbsp; This had been the citadel he'd created on another world, meant to usher in a magocracy that would begin to turn the planes to good.&nbsp; That had been a cluster fuck, if he could say so himself.&nbsp; However, he did wonder what she'd do up in the second floor.&nbsp; And if she'd go beyond to the ones above.<br><br>Shaking his head, giving her free rein as he did, he'd search through his magical bag of holding once more.&nbsp; "Where are you stupid thing," he muttered to himself.&nbsp; Finally, he'd pull out a rather large, clear diamond.&nbsp; In the center appeared to be a tiny black hole of sorts, but in truth it was another item he'd made some years prior.&nbsp; "Come out Jazaan," Gabriel said.&nbsp; "I need a helping hand with this castle."&nbsp; A vortex came out of the diamond, spinning almost as strong as a tornado before the creature changed shape.<br><br>Jazaan was ten feet tall, dressed in loose noble clothing.&nbsp; Skin like milk, golden hair, and eyes that shone like the brightest blue sapphires, he wore Arabic clothing and would look around.&nbsp; "Ah Gabriel," Jazaan said, shaking his head.&nbsp; "When was the last time you were here old friend?"&nbsp; Gabriel would make a dismissive motion with his hand and mutter "Saivi," and sigh.&nbsp; "Too long ago, it seems.&nbsp; Everything's gone bad, I don't have any proper guards at this time.&nbsp; Think you could arrange a few things here?"&nbsp; "Are there any dangers to be had in the immediate area?" Jazaan asked.&nbsp; "Not that I know of," Gabriel responded.&nbsp; "The world is very basic compared to what we're used to.&nbsp; So some soldiers to walk the walls, your masterful hand of handling things.&nbsp; I need to train an apprentice."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 00:45:22</strong>
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				Shaye walked up the stairs, and rather than the bedroom that she'd assumed it would be, she found it to be a library.&nbsp; She'd been impressed with the handful of books that Callistra had owned and taught her with.&nbsp; There were more books in this room than she could ever hope to read, even if she spent her whole life trying to.&nbsp; She spies his memoirs, and glances at the door tentatively.&nbsp; Would he punish her for looking through what was basically his diary?&nbsp; Licking her lips, Shaye pushes the cover page open before examining the first few pages.&nbsp; Allowing herself to read a small amount, she finally drifts away, still curious to see the rest of the building.&nbsp; <br><br>Wiping her hands on her skirts, she continues onwards to the training area, wanting to see if she could find some kind of weapon.&nbsp; Even if she didn't want to directly attack Gabriel for everything he'd done to her, she'd still like to have the option of defending herself if it ever came to that.&nbsp; <br><br>Pausing at the stairs, she furrows her brow.&nbsp; Something suddenly felt different.&nbsp; The hair on the back of Shaye's neck stands on edge and she steps back from the training area.&nbsp; What had changed? Why did she suddenly feel as though there was something extra in the air now?<br><br>Blowing a loose curl out of her face, Shaye walks back down the stairs, having no other option but to return to Gabriel.&nbsp; For a palace, it was really rather small.<br><br>She freeze as she reenters the kitchen however, finding two men when there had originally been one.&nbsp; "Who are you?" Who is he?" She demands, body tense.&nbsp; There were no doors!&nbsp; Or had he been trapped inside the castle when it had been in the travelers pocket?&nbsp; Would Gabriel do that to her as well? Keep her locked in here until he felt like making use of her?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 02:41:25</strong>
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				"This is your apprentice?" Jazaan asked as he turned to regard Shaye, bowing deeply.&nbsp; "My most sincere apologies, milady.&nbsp; I am Jazaan, Lord Gabriel's seneschal."&nbsp; Gabriel smirked at the djinni, pointing.&nbsp; "Jazaan is of the noble caste of djinn," Gabriel said.&nbsp; "He is going to be helping with the running of the castle while I train you.&nbsp; If you need anything, he will be able to help procure it.&nbsp; Within reason."&nbsp; As Gabriel shot him a glance, Jazaan simply folded his arms over his chest and smiled.&nbsp; Staring down from his height, he'd incline his head to Shaye.&nbsp; "Yes mistress," he said.&nbsp; "Within reason."&nbsp; Gabriel would wave a hand in dismissal, to which Jazaan would turn into a gust of wind and send himself out of the castle's immediate area.<br><br>"He won't help you escape," Gabriel said bluntly.&nbsp; "But he will ensure that if you need anything to make you happy, he'll do his best to retrieve it.&nbsp; For now, we will be going about your training."&nbsp; A pause, and he'd pull out one of the stools and sit warily upon it.&nbsp; "For a sorcerer, or in your case a sorceress, you have power running through your very veins.&nbsp; If you seek it out, it will let you know what it is.&nbsp; Most dragonblooded sorcerers that I've known innately know how to cast their spells.&nbsp; A point of their fingers to target something, and a desire to make it so.&nbsp; I have some dummies upstairs for you to practice on with your magic.&nbsp; If you like I can even draw some of them to look like me."&nbsp; Gabriel gave her a halfhearted smile.<br><br>"Just let me know when you want to begin.&nbsp; Or if you don't want to be here any longer, I can open the castle entrance and send you on your merry way.&nbsp; You decide, dear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 03:21:54</strong>
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				This man was strange.&nbsp; Ogling him as he bows to her and calls her, 'milady' Shaye doesn't say a word when he introduces himself.&nbsp; How did he get here?&nbsp; She still didn't understand.&nbsp; But apparently Gabriel had gotten his wish, a servant of his very own.&nbsp; She continues eyeing him as Gavriel explained what he was doing there, and greed began to take hold of her.&nbsp; He'd get her anything?&nbsp; <br><br>Automatically her head fills with thoughts of an endless supply of gold and jewels.&nbsp; All the food she could stomach, as well as a thousand different kinds of weapons.&nbsp; If he was a djinn, then surely he could make it so.&nbsp; The stories about djinn always made it seem as though they granted wishes after all.&nbsp; Her daydreams come to a crashing halt when Gabriel adds the 'within reason' rule.&nbsp; What did 'within reason' even mean? Was it reasonable to ask for a mountain made of gold? Or did it mean she could ask for little more than a slice of bread?&nbsp; Her scowl displayed her lack of satisfaction over the situation.&nbsp; <br><br>She takes a few shocked steps backwards when the djinn suddenly disappears in a gust of wind.&nbsp; She was still unused to the casual use of magic.&nbsp; She couldn't imagine treating it like it was a normal thing.<br><br>She returns to her usual facial expression of glaring when Gabriel pipes up.&nbsp; &nbsp;He might think that the djinn wouldn't help her, but she'd see about that.&nbsp; Shaye could be rather convincing when she wanted to be.&nbsp; <br><br>"Dragonblooded? Is that what I am then? Is that whats made me change?"&nbsp; Her hands were shaking slightly, and she was unable to name the emotions that were coursing through her.&nbsp; What did that mean? How could she not have known that?&nbsp; <br><br>"Why not transport me back to Roden?&nbsp; Otherwise your offer for freedom sounds a little hollow." Shaye says with a snarl.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 03:27:52</strong>
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				Gabriel paused as he regarded her, folding his arms over his chest.&nbsp; "Alright," Gabriel finally said.&nbsp; "Lets play that game.&nbsp; Say I take you back to Roden.&nbsp; You have no idea how to use your power.&nbsp; But I can guarantee you there are people there who do know how to utilize your power.&nbsp; They can teach you how to use it, but for their own ends.&nbsp; Lets go a step beyond that."&nbsp; Gabriel's arms fell from his sides, and lifted a finger at her, pinning her with it and a gaze that would have brought a grown man to tears at the terror that was within them.&nbsp; "Lets go so far as to say they want your power, but without you attached to it.&nbsp; With what little ability you may possess right now, do you think you could stop someone from collaring you and turning you into a broodmare?&nbsp; To turn you into something that's only role in life is to pop out babies, one after the other, so they have access to what you possess?&nbsp; Is that what you want?"<br><br>Gabriel's hand swung, fist slamming into the wall with more force than his frame should have been able to do.&nbsp; "Why are you here?&nbsp; Because, child, there is something inside of you drawing powerful people to you.&nbsp; There's something inside of you that is beyond what you think of yourself.&nbsp; There's a mark upon you, child, that will make a difference at some point in time.&nbsp; You don't attract the likes of Shade and Havoc without having SOMETHING special about you.&nbsp; Maybe it's why I'm here, to help make you flourish into whatever you are supposed to be.&nbsp; Maybe it's fate to make me suffer through another torment in life, until I reach the point and give up.&nbsp; But I don't know, nor do I care at this point in time."<br><br>He was breathing heavy, borderline enraged, as he pinned her with a gaze once more.&nbsp; "I'm here, right now, at this moment in time, to teach you.&nbsp; To help you become something more than a simple street urchin, a simple whore, a simple anything.&nbsp; Simple left you the moment that ritual changed you.&nbsp; Simple left you when you felt magic come alive in the world, boiling in your blood.&nbsp; Simple left you the moment you drew attention of the sharks in the sea.&nbsp; So keep your shit together, child.&nbsp; You focus, you learn, and you will survive.&nbsp; You will thrive.&nbsp; You will be someone important.&nbsp; A person that can make their own fate in the world.&nbsp; THAT, my dear, is freedom.&nbsp; THAT, my dear, is true power.&nbsp; The only power given to someone who can grasp it, fight for it, and die for it.&nbsp; The freedom to choose."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 03:52:21</strong>
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				She took a step backwards when he went at her, threatening her by envisioning a future much worse than her past.&nbsp; A broodmare, used because of her blood?&nbsp; She couldn't imagine such a life, but as he spoke she almost felt the weight of the chains around her neck.&nbsp; She might have claimed a lack of freedom while living on the streets, but she was never a slave.&nbsp; Was that the kind of life she could lead if she wasn't trained? Was she one misstep away from being trapped forever?&nbsp; "Why wouldn't you tell me that? Why would you send me into the pentacle without letting me know what I'd be risking?" <br><br>She hadn't asked to be special, hadn't asked to be different.&nbsp; She wanted adventure, but she'd never really considered what it meant giving up.&nbsp; She couldn't have a simple life anymore.&nbsp; The...home...she'd made for herself at Callistra's place had been nothing more than an illusion.&nbsp; And if she admitted it to herself, she'd wondered at the strange people who kept forcing their way into her life.<br><br>Shade, Gavrel, Havoc, and Gabriel.&nbsp; There was no reason that any of them should have offered her a second glance.&nbsp; Perhaps a fuck, but not any real consideration.&nbsp; There was no reason for all of them to want to train her, to improve her.&nbsp; But they did, they had.&nbsp; They saw something in her that no one else had ever noticed, something that she hadn't seen in herself.&nbsp; Something that she still didn't believe was really there.&nbsp; <br><br>Potential.&nbsp; <br><br>"And when will you deem me ready? When will I be enough to make my ownn fate?&nbsp; When will I be strong enough to keep men like you from deciding what happens to me next?" She walks forward then, breaching any kind of personal space boundaries as she stands nose to nose with Gabriel.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If you can really make the dummies look like you, I'd appreciate it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 03:59:00</strong>
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				Gabriel would stare down at her, even as she was confronting him.&nbsp; "You'll know when you're ready," he said softly.&nbsp; "You may think the streets had stripped you of your innocence.&nbsp; You may think that you've seen the worst life has to offer.&nbsp; But you haven't seen anything compared to some of us.&nbsp; When will I know when you're ready?"&nbsp; He shook his head, stepping back and pointing at her once again.&nbsp; "You'll know when it's time.&nbsp; You'll know when you can walk out of this place and not be a victim.&nbsp; That's what you've been all your life.&nbsp; And I know.&nbsp; I know what it's like to be a victim.&nbsp; Before I was this, before when I was still youthful and held high aspirations, I was a victim.&nbsp; Power means nothing against those who have more power than you.&nbsp; Those who know your very heart and soul."<br><br>Gabriel would shake his head.&nbsp; "I don't want anything from you, Shaye.&nbsp; It's not my nature to enslave, to dominate.&nbsp; It's my nature to uplift, to teach, to strengthen.&nbsp; I want you to walk out of here and know that nothing, NOTHING in this world can stand against you if you're determined enough.&nbsp; Make your fate.&nbsp; Know that nothing can touch you unless you want it to."&nbsp; Gabriel would let his eyes sweep over her.&nbsp; "You'll learn magic the likes of which few can max.&nbsp; Ancient magic that has no existence now due to the death of those who knew it.&nbsp; You will be able to wield magic like a trusty weapon.&nbsp; A good knife, a quick word, or a bewitching look that can bring a man to his knees.&nbsp; You, Shaye, are just the latest of my students.&nbsp; I just hope you do more with yourself than they did."<br><br>Gabriel turned and began to walk up to the third floor of the keep.&nbsp; The entire keep buzzed, supercharged by the raw emotions that Gabriel had unleashed, from the depths of his very being.&nbsp; He'd help her, teach her, guide her as best he could.&nbsp; Free will was hers and hers alone.&nbsp; And afterwards...he'd move on to the next thing he needed to do.&nbsp; There was always another world, another person to awaken.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 04:15:22</strong>
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				Shaye stiffens as he refers to her as a victim.&nbsp; She wanted to slap him.&nbsp; She was no one's victim.&nbsp; She did what she did, and she fought as she fought, but she wasn't the type to complain about what the world had done to them.&nbsp; She'd been born on the streets, she'd starved and froze, but she didn't cry and call out, 'woe is me.'&nbsp; She fought, she scratched, and she bit her way through it, through all of it.&nbsp; And she'd come out on top, had lived when others like her had died.&nbsp; And now she was here, powerless to keep a stranger from pulling her out of Roden and into the wilderness, powerless to do anything but get stronger. <br><br>Gold eyes gleam as he whispers words of brilliance into her ears.&nbsp; Talking of a day when she would be all powerful, unstoppable.&nbsp; What would she do with that kind of strength, where would she go? Who would she become?<br><br>Apparently Gabriel had trained a few people up, only to be disappointed with the results.&nbsp; It wasn't a surprise if he was so willing to pick out people like her, people from the lower classes who hadn't even heard of things like honor for honors sake.&nbsp; When you selected apprentices from the whorehouse, you had no one to blame but yourself if they didn't become shining examples of all that was good in the world.&nbsp; Shade had known that, which was why he'd picked a new member for his thieving crew off the streets, rather than from one of the noble houses. Gabriel still seemed to hope for something better.&nbsp; <br><br>Following him up to the third floor, Shaye ignores the sensations that ran through the castle.&nbsp; It was like she could taste his feelings on her tongue, this place entirely built up on his very soul.&nbsp; But she couldn't be bothered.&nbsp; She needed to get better, get stronger.&nbsp; And then....and then she'd choose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 04:27:08</strong>
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				The third floor was interesting, for as both of them stepped on to the floor, the steps to the levels below them vanished.&nbsp; "Precaution," he said simply.&nbsp; "The exit will return when it's time for us to go downstairs again.&nbsp; Until then, we are inside the third floor.&nbsp; Entrance level training, so to speak."&nbsp; Gabriel would gesture, and at the end of the room would be the target dummies that he had promised.&nbsp; And true to his word, they all looked like him in a caricature fashion.&nbsp; He smiled and would walk towards them, pausing as he would point down at a circle on the floor.&nbsp; Whereas most of the place seemed made of some metal, this circle was crafted of silver and gold, with the purest of diamonds set throughout the entire thing at regular intervals.<br><br>"A circle of power," he said simply.&nbsp; "This one is but the first in the keep.&nbsp; It's meant to keep the spellcaster safe when any summonings are done.&nbsp; A summoning is a conjuration, pulling a creature from another world to serve a purpose.&nbsp; However, sorcerers are not typically like that, for summoning isn't as natural as the raw elemental powers of the creatures they descend from.&nbsp; In your case, dragonblooded tend towards an element that their dragon forebear had.&nbsp; I would say you lean towards a gold dragon, one of the good metallic dragons, with those eyes.&nbsp; Meaning your natural element is going to be fire."&nbsp; He'd point towards one of the dummies.<br><br>"Think fire in your mind, and point.&nbsp; Will fire to come from your very soul, through your fingertips, and towards that target.&nbsp; Most likely, it will manifest as a single burst of flame or perhaps a few darts of fire.&nbsp; Either way, this is a good way to gauge how strong your talent is.&nbsp; The greater the flames, the stronger you may be.&nbsp; And fire is a good element as a base.&nbsp; Fire can keep you warm, protect you from simple weapons, and is a very, very effective offensive weapon.&nbsp; So, on you Shaye.&nbsp; Lets see what we're working with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 04:47:59</strong>
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				Shaye constantly glanced back at the disappearing stairs, nervous at the complete lack of exit.&nbsp; What was she to do if things all went to hell?&nbsp; But then, if that should happen, trying to flee wouldn't be much help.&nbsp; If Gabriel decided he wanted her dead, she'd be dead.&nbsp; Any attempt to run would just be a stalling tactic.&nbsp; She might not have seen him in all of his fighting glory yet, but she wasn't stupid.&nbsp; Shade was afraid of him, that meant he was strong.&nbsp; <br><br>She failed to fight off the smile on her face as she saw the dummies, and it took everything she had not to laugh outright.&nbsp; He was true to his word, she'd give him that much.&nbsp; They were mockeries of him, every last one; some with enlarged noses, others with over sized mouths.&nbsp; They were silly looking, and she marveled at the fact that he'd been able to will them into appearing like this in such a short amount of time.&nbsp; Unless his last apprentice had also preferred the practice dummies to look like him, in which case there was even more to laugh at.&nbsp; <br><br>She eyed the circle of power, enjoying the sparkle of the diamonds, silver, and gold.&nbsp; Such expensive things seemed to be the norm for people like Gabriel.&nbsp; She'd never waste a diamond on a spell circle, but maybe in ten years time she'd feel differently on the matter.&nbsp; Carefully stepping into the circle, the brown material of Shaye's dress brushes against the precious metals as she enters the middle.&nbsp; <br><br>"What's it mean? To be dragon blooded? You said that is what I was, but I don't understand." There weren't any dragons in Roden, at least not any that she'd ever seen.&nbsp; She had a gold dragon in her ancestor?&nbsp; Then how did she wind up where she was? And what did that mean for her in the future?&nbsp; <br><br>Licking her lips, she turns her attention on one of the dummies, feeling a little silly as she points at the target.&nbsp; For a moment or two, nothing happens, and Shaye glances at Gabriel with clear nervousness.&nbsp; What was she supposed to do?&nbsp; But as she thought about it, really thought about it, she knew.&nbsp; She saw it in her minds eye, the fire.&nbsp; The kind from a candle, giving light in the darkness, the kind in the hearth, keeping away the cool nights air.&nbsp; The kind that burned her food, turned wood to ash, and set entire buildings aflame.&nbsp; She felt a heat in her soul, the same kind she'd felt when she'd embraced the magic inside of the pentacle.&nbsp; <br><br>From her hand came a burst of flame larger than Shaye herself.&nbsp; A near tidal wave of fire that singed Shaye's own hair as well as destroying an extra three dummies.&nbsp; She had power, and absolutely no control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 04:55:59</strong>
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				Gabriel was smiling, nodding his head.&nbsp; "Good," he said.&nbsp; "You are powerful.&nbsp; That's good.&nbsp; It's better to be strong than weak.&nbsp; But that was entirely uncontrolled.&nbsp; So, we're going to work on that."&nbsp; Gabriel would gesture towards the dummies, the flames fading away as if eaten by the very dummies themselves, slowly being absorbed into them.&nbsp; "Think of it like this.&nbsp; Your power is like a greatsword.&nbsp; It's massive, and one swing can kill a person.&nbsp; But you're wielding it as a woman your size, not a skilled swordsman.&nbsp; So it's about focus."&nbsp; He'd reach into his bag and bring out a small ring, a white metal of some sort along with a series of blood red rubies inset within the metal itself.&nbsp; He'd pull her right hand to him, slipping the ring gently over her middle finger.&nbsp; Then, he'd bow over her hand and place a soft kiss upon her hand, as a nobleman would do.<br><br>"A ring attuned to the element of fire," he said as he stood.&nbsp; "In your case, it will help you focus.&nbsp; Think of it as this.&nbsp; Through your blood, you bring forth fire.&nbsp; Fire is lifegiver and lifetaker, the power to heal or harm.&nbsp; This ring will serve as a way of you to focus.&nbsp; If you focus on your power, you can feel that ring on your finger.&nbsp; Through that ring, you can create a focal point for your power.&nbsp; The first stage of control is focus.&nbsp; In this case, it's focusing from spreading to four targets to three.&nbsp; From three to two.&nbsp; From two to one."&nbsp; He smiled, gesturing towards the targets once more.&nbsp; "This time, when you call your power, focus on the ring.&nbsp; Let it guide your blast.&nbsp; It won't be as broad, but it's going to be more focused.&nbsp; With your power, your focus must be precise.&nbsp; Pinpoint."<br><br>Gabriel paused for a moment, gesturing to the dummies.&nbsp; The codpieces would immediately enlarge, and Gabriel couldn't keep the smile from his voice as he spoke.&nbsp; "Targets on targets," he chuckled.&nbsp; "That will be your target eventually.&nbsp; Rather than just the entire body, it'll be a body part.&nbsp; Power without precision is rampant destruction.&nbsp; Power with precision is frightening strength."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 02:44:24</strong>
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				Shaye licks her lips as she stares after the flames, watching as the dummies seem to swallow them up, only to appear completely undamaged.&nbsp; How was that possible? How was it possible that figures seemingly made of wood could withstand such a fearsome flame?&nbsp; Or was the flame false?&nbsp; Had she created an illusion, and allowed herself to fall for it?&nbsp; Gabriel called her powerful, but if she couldn't so much as destroy a dummy, what did that say about her?<br><br>Gabriel liked to play the part of the gentleman.&nbsp; He'd made that clear in their first conversation when he'd called her, 'milady'.&nbsp; But Shaye felt nothing but uncomfortable when he placed an expensive ring on her finger, and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.&nbsp; No one had ever made such a polite and gentle gesture to her before.&nbsp; She didn't know where she was meant to look, or what was the proper way to respond.&nbsp; Hand kissing happened in bard's tales, but never about what happened afterwards.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gabriel saved her with his words, going on to explain what the ring was meant for.&nbsp; <br><br>Staring at rubies that seemed to gleam against the light, Shaye swallows before letting out a quick laugh.&nbsp; "Can't ask me to go around wearing this thing in a city.&nbsp; It'll be gone under an hour."&nbsp; A joke, but an honest one.&nbsp; Shaye knew that she'd target any woman who passed by her with such an expensive trinket sparkling on her finger, she wouldn't begrudge any other thief who'd do the same.&nbsp; <br><br>She was really only half listening as he talked about what fire was, and how she needed to focus her strength through the ring to target her energy.&nbsp; She was already eager and ready to give it another go.&nbsp; <br><br>Spitting out a chortle as the cock pieces grow in size, she glances downwards pointedly at Gabriel's own crotch before raising an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Well, well, well." She muses aloud before directing her focus back on the dummies.<br><br>Raising her hand, she narrows her eyes before releasing another burst of flame.&nbsp; Once more, it seemed as though control thwarts her, her tidal wave of fire seeming to not care about which dummy got in it's path.&nbsp; She releases shot after shot, but can't seem to form the level of focus that Gabriel required of her, and as she continued her attempts, her frustration increased, which made her control worse.&nbsp; And the cycle continued.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 03:33:01</strong>
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				Eventually, there would be a point when the fire wouldn't come to her any longer.&nbsp; She would be drained, and that was the point of training, to reach her limits.&nbsp; When little more than a waft of smoke escaped her hand, Gabriel would take up that hand and act as if he were blowing out a flame.&nbsp; "You're done for the eve lass," he said with a smile.&nbsp; "And don't worry, it's your first day.&nbsp; Frustration is fine, but you cannot let it beat you.&nbsp; After all, you will want to eventually be able to just enflame the codpiece and not the entire dummy.&nbsp; But it takes time, concentration, and constant training to hone your skills.&nbsp; You'll get there.&nbsp; I believe in you."&nbsp; Gabriel would smile, releasing her hand and letting a finger slide down her own hand until he tapped on the ring.<br><br>"And I'd worry about the pickpocket that tried to take that ring, lass.&nbsp; You think I'd give you something that couldn't protect itself?"&nbsp; Gabriel made a soft tsking sound, and reached out as if he were going to try and take the ring.&nbsp; Immediately, the thing seemed to take on a life of its own, rubies changing into dancing shards of flame until he backed away from it, where the rubies reverted to their normal selves.&nbsp; "It enjoys the touch of flame, and you possess a flame it likes.&nbsp; Hence, it will make sure to keep itself on your hand.&nbsp; But beware of any red dragons or the like, for if they see it, their flame might be tastier and may take it from you.&nbsp; Or eat you whole, shit out the ring, and take it afterwards.&nbsp; Those things have been known to happen."&nbsp; Gabriel nodded, and would gesture to the staircase that reappeared leading down.<br><br>"Now, what would you like to do while your powers replenish?&nbsp; There is a limit each day as to how much you can draw forth from your body, lass.&nbsp; Everyone has a limit, some are just greater than others.&nbsp; The more practice, the more experience you possess, the greater your limit will be.&nbsp; You can find a good book, you can eat a good meal, take a bath, sleep, or we can continue a different type of training.&nbsp; I do have some weapons I can use, and there are some I use quite well, and can begin teaching you a more martial experience if you so desire."&nbsp; There was no judgement, no sway to his words.&nbsp; The choice was entirely hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 03:47:25</strong>
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				She shot and shot and shot and shot.&nbsp; And when nothing but smoke came out, she refused to surrender, something inside of her desperately wanting to continue to blow fire out.&nbsp; It was a feral feeling.&nbsp; It wasn't so much that she wanted to destroy something, it was more just the enjoyment of drawing forth the fire.&nbsp; Feeling it come out of her, watching it burn, feeling the heat.&nbsp; She enjoyed it more than she could possibly say.&nbsp; More than stealing, more than sex.&nbsp; And so when all that was left was smoke, she felt a burst of disappointment that seemed rather overly dramatic.&nbsp; Was that it? Had she used up all of her magic so quickly? <br><br>It was because of this that she didn't laugh when Gabriel took her hand and made like he was blowing out a candle.&nbsp; She didn't want to be done.&nbsp; And even as she breathed heavily from exerting such energy, she wanted to argue against what he said.&nbsp; She didn't want to be done.&nbsp; She wanted to continue.<br><br>But he distracted her by showing her the funny little trick her new ring could do, and she raises her hand to get a better look at the gems she'd assumed were rubies.&nbsp; She liked the idea of a piece of jewelry preferring her over someone else, and smiled as he warned her away from red dragons.&nbsp; "I'd like to meet a dragon one day."&nbsp; Red, gold, or otherwise.&nbsp; She remembered the promise she'd made teasingly to Gavrel, about visiting the Dragon kingdoms and comparing the courtesans of those lands to the whore houses of Roden.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning her eyes away from her shiny bauble, Shaye begins the treck back down the stairs.&nbsp; "I'll write for awhile. "&nbsp; Even without Callistra, she'd keep up her lessons.&nbsp; "I saw you throwing out all that rotten food in the kitchen.&nbsp; Is there anything left that won't make us sick?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 04:00:07</strong>
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				Gabriel would walk down to the second level, gesturing to an area to his right, above her room, that would have the appropriate writing tools.&nbsp; "I'm sure that Jazaan has returned and has ably stocked the shelves.&nbsp; I'll go see what I can find."&nbsp; Gabriel would walk away, letting her have her time to write if she so desired.&nbsp; The entire second floor, the expansive library that it was, was open to her.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Gabriel was downstairs in the pantry, noticing that while Jazaan may not be around, his touches were already evident.&nbsp; Food was in abundance, and he saw some dried, jerked meat that was out on the table, along with a bottle of wine.&nbsp; Looking over to the cold locker, he opened it to find the fruits and cheeses within, kept nice and chilled via the magic he'd created within it.<br><br>Whistling to himself, he'd open the pantry, grab a loaf of bread, and would put all the foodstuffs that had been found onto a platter that he set near his shoulder.&nbsp; A moment later, the tray was floating obediently to the whim of his minor magic that had enspelled it.&nbsp; He snatched up two goblets and began to return to Shaye's side.&nbsp; She was a breath of fresh air in his life, and if she tamed that temper of hers she'd be a nasty combatant when the time arose.&nbsp; That would be on her, though.&nbsp; He was there to teach.&nbsp; And, perhaps, admire the view.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 04:12:55</strong>
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				As Gabriel left her in his room turned library, Shaye gives a slow nod in goodbye.&nbsp; Rather than take to her pen and paper like she'd said she would, Shaye chooses instead to return to Gabriel's journal.&nbsp; Interested in the man that had forced his way into her life, and forced her into an apprenticeship, Shaye preferred the reading of his life's story over asking him.&nbsp; <br><br>Flipping through the pages, Shaye fumbles with her newly formed claws, not wanting to rip any of the pages; less he realize that she'd been looking through his memoirs without asking for permission.&nbsp; Before the pentacle, her fingernails had been stubby and dirty.&nbsp; She got in to much trouble for long fingernails, and she didn't know how long these claws would last before they snapped off as well.&nbsp; They seemed rather strong, but she didn't know much about claws, or the people who kept them.&nbsp; <br><br>Rather than start at the beginning of the book, Shaye opened it at it's center, wanting to get to the meat of the story, hoping to read as much as she could before she heard Gabriel's footsteps on the stairs.&nbsp; Still a slow reader, she really only manages a short amount before Gabriel was returning to her, with an offering of wine and food.<br><br>Slamming the book clothes, Shaye rushes over to the small writing desk, just managing to take a seat before he arrived.&nbsp; Not a word written, Shaye turns to look at him as though she'd simply been staring blankly at the page.&nbsp; "Seems fresh enough." She says, tone lazy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 05:25:39</strong>
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				The middle of the book that contained Gabriel's memoirs, as she opened to, led to one of the most painful moments of his life.&nbsp; Lady Alia Talons, his wife, had chosen her god over him.&nbsp; They had been together for years, had a child together, but she'd chosen to remain on her deity's holy grounds where Gabriel could not go.&nbsp; Their child would be raised there, and Gabriel would not be allowed any access to the child at all.&nbsp; Given that the decision she made was final, he'd taken his leave and went on a self-destructive binge the likes of which had never been seen before.&nbsp; He threw himself into danger, picked fights with those who would probably kill him, and sought a death that would take him from the world he knew it and into another where the pain wouldn't exist.<br><br>Then he'd been met by his kinsman, Nymril of the Nine Cuts.&nbsp; Nymril had taken him from that world via the elf's unique abilities, slipping between one realm to another.&nbsp; So on a new world, Gabriel had been given a fresh start.&nbsp; He'd risen from bard to wizard, and from wizard to something transcending it.&nbsp; A battle to the death between himself and an archmage that had sought to wrest the power of magic from the world they inhabited had gone terribly awry.&nbsp; Magic had unraveled on that world, spinning out of control as the two fought for what felt like days.&nbsp; Finally, Gabriel gave himself entirely to the magic, ending the battle by apparently sacrificing himself into the very world's magic itself, mending the wounds but physically disappearing.&nbsp; The gloating archmage lived for precisely one breath later before Nymril had slain him, his soul being devoured by the runeblade he wielded, the infamous Soulfire.<br><br>That was when Gabriel had come up and brought the food.&nbsp; He knew she'd been meandering through the book, and he didn't care.&nbsp; He left it out knowing that visitors might read it.&nbsp; He wanted them to know for all the power he could wield, all the demonstrations of might, he didn't want it.&nbsp; It had been given to him, in a sense, as a sort of cosmic repayment for the grief that he'd had doled out.&nbsp; "Should be good," he said as he flopped into a chair, shining an apple on his shirt before taking a bite.&nbsp; "Jazaan has wonderful tastes," he said as he chewed, juices dribbling down his chin without a care.&nbsp; "That djinni is a godsend."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 05:40:01</strong>
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				She had read Gabriel's story on bated breath.&nbsp; It seemed too tragic a tale to belong to a real, living person.&nbsp; It was something out of a song, a wife forgoing her husband, stealing their child away, all for a diety.&nbsp; Leaving the man to do nothing but attempt suicide through every battle, every meeting, every fight.&nbsp; And Gabriel had done it all and more.&nbsp; Becoming something more than human, but less than a god.&nbsp; Once more she was introduced to the name Nymril, only now she was given more information to his strange powers.&nbsp; The idea that other worlds existed was boggling to the mind.&nbsp; Her world had been Roden, and even the most exotic story she'd listened to had been about the Dragon Kingdoms of the East.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew then that even if she met Nymril, she wouldn't be trained by him.&nbsp; No matter what coercion Gavrel might try on her behalf, there was no way someone would teach someone else how to travel through the realms.&nbsp; The power of it was mind boggling.&nbsp; She certainly wouldn't trust her with that kind of skill.&nbsp; But she was getting the next best thing, being taught by Gabriel.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what to make of him now anymore.&nbsp; He wasn't exactly a man anymore, but he certainly didn't act like the magical thing that his memoirs claimed him to be.&nbsp; <br><br>Sipping from the glass of wine she'd been offered, Shaye examines him carefully, searching for any sign that his story might have been true, or even that it was a lie.&nbsp; "I thought djinn only grant three wishes.&nbsp; How is it that you've got one working as your servant?" Shaye asks, her tone coming off a little more cross than curious.&nbsp; She was more curious about Gabriel himself, but she'd settle for getting answers about the genie.&nbsp; "And how did he bring in new food so quickly?&nbsp; Is there a village nearby?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 05:48:51</strong>
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				Gabriel would regard her with a smile, his eyebrow arching up as he looked at her.&nbsp; "Most djinn cannot grant wishes at all," he said in response.&nbsp; "Only the djinn of the noble caste can grant wishes on a regular basis.&nbsp; And Jazaan isn't granting me any wishes.&nbsp; He's working for me as I did him a favor a number of years ago."&nbsp; He paused, sipping the wine, and would look almost wistfully into the air, remembering a different time.&nbsp; "My powers were still developing.&nbsp; I had become more than a human at that time.&nbsp; But I had learned to slip between the worlds.&nbsp; Planeswalking, it is called.&nbsp; Or worldwalking.&nbsp; I was traveling, learning how my abilities worked, when I came across a family of djinn that were under attack from a horde of demons.&nbsp; The lord of them, a balor of some renown, wanted the wish granting abilities of them since he could not use his own for himself.&nbsp; But he could use theirs."<br><br>"So I did what any good hearted person would do.&nbsp; I struck down the horde and dealt the balor a vicious blow that banished him to the Abyss for some time.&nbsp; He's not dead, and he probably views me as an enemy, but I could care less about his views.&nbsp; I did something good that day.&nbsp; I saved a family from an eternal servitude.&nbsp; In return, Jazaan swore he would always aid me if he could, and we struck an accord.&nbsp; I ask only for his services, and he fulfills them if he is able.&nbsp; If he had been busy, he wouldn't have responded to my call.&nbsp; But he did, and he'll help keep this castle running.&nbsp; We might see some of his children around from time to time, as they like to know what their father is doing.&nbsp; It's been a while since I've seen them."<br><br>Gabriel swallowed his wine and would proceed to refill it, looking over at Shaye.&nbsp; "And all noble djinn know how to planeshift from the world they are summoned to back to their home world, which is the elemental plane of air.&nbsp; It is there they reside, and have their own methods of obtaining food.&nbsp; More than likely, he has a standing agreement with some other creature to aid them in return they fetch him things.&nbsp; When it comes to creatures of power, we deal less in treasures and more in favors.&nbsp; There's little use of treasure beyond using it for something else.&nbsp; This just bypasses it, making it easier to deal with one another."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 21:16:25</strong>
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				"No wishes? They don't really count then, do they?" It seemed that now that she'd found herself to of the magical sort, Shaye had decided that she should have a say in the hundreds of magical beings that existed in the world.&nbsp; Gabriel made it clear that his djinn did not come from this world.&nbsp; A person from another world.&nbsp; That's what Gabriel claimed to be.&nbsp; It meant that she know knew two people who had traveled farther than she'd ever hoped to.&nbsp; She wanted to be able to do that, planeswalk, as he called it.&nbsp; It meant more than just escaping from Roden.&nbsp; It meant escaping from this world and her place in it.&nbsp; If she could slip between worlds, she could go where ever she wanted, do whatever she wanted, be whatever she wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>Placing her glass of wine down, Shaye stares at him seriously.&nbsp; "You said you were willing to train me in other things besides magic.&nbsp; Can you teach me how to worldwalk?" Her tone was close to desperate as her eyes turn to a kind of wild glow that had left her after she started eating well.&nbsp; She was hungry for that kind of ability, it would give her more control than she'd had in her entire life.&nbsp; <br><br>She listened to his story about rescuing the djinn family, and her kept her opinions silent abut just what any good hearted person would do.&nbsp; In her experience, most people would turn around and not pay attention.&nbsp; Suffering happened everywhere, to everyone, and few paid it any mind.&nbsp; Those that did mind either died, or became adventurers who, as they grew more experienced, began to focus on larger problems than any single individuals suffering.&nbsp; <br><br>Golden eyes squint accusingly as Gabriel explains how magical types traded favors.&nbsp; "Is that why your training me? In the hope that I'll be able to pay you back someday?" She demands, suddenly tense.&nbsp; She didn't like owing anyone favors.&nbsp; She owed Callistra, but she'd been paying her back with a cut of her earnings.&nbsp; She owed Shade, but she planned on paying him back by joining his crew.&nbsp; Whenever Gavrel taught her a lesson, she paid him back with a quick romp in the bedroom.&nbsp; How did Gabriel expect her to pay him back?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>01-01-2013, 07:09:37</strong>
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				"You are far from being able to worldwalk child," he said softly.&nbsp; "It takes time and practice beyond what you're doing.&nbsp; And you've just started.&nbsp; But we will see.&nbsp; If you have the ability to do so, it'll manifest in time.&nbsp; It would not surprise me if you could, though.&nbsp; I've known dragons that could do such things, and a dragonblooded is not too far of a stretch.&nbsp; Plus as your magical abilities develop, you'll come more into that heritage.&nbsp; You'll become more dragonlike as you grow in your power.&nbsp; But your power will also allow you to hide those features.&nbsp; I would not be surprised if you would be able to alter your appearance at will, within reason.&nbsp; Not appearing to be a whole new person, but changing your skin tone, facial features, hair color, eye color, things of that nature.&nbsp; It doesn't take major magic to disappear as one person and start life anew as another."<br><br>When she asked about paying him back, he'd raise a hand to silence her.&nbsp; "I seek nothing for what I am giving," he replied simply.&nbsp; "I saw a soul that needed awakening, and that is all.&nbsp; Whatever you wish to do is entirely up to you.&nbsp; After a few more weeks of practice, when you've shaped your abilities to such that you have the precision needed to now blow up an entire room, we'll talk about more mundane training.&nbsp; We've tapped your elemental powers.&nbsp; There are more beyond that.&nbsp; Magic is divided amongst various schools, to most people.&nbsp; However, as fire represents your abilities, fire is a thing of change.&nbsp; It is weak against water, strong against...earth or air.&nbsp; The basic four elements.&nbsp; Works like a circle, but hell if I could tell you right now."<br><br>Gabriel smiled, drank more of the wine, and nibbled on some of the food he had brought for them.&nbsp; "You are a free woman, owing nothing to anyone.&nbsp; You could start your life over somewhere else right now.&nbsp; But I'd recommend against that for now.&nbsp; Train, practice, and learn.&nbsp; My books are free to you, and many are on other worlds, other species, other environments.&nbsp; You can learn anything you put your mind to within these books.&nbsp; However, right now, I believe I may go take a nap.&nbsp; You may finish the food, you may do what you wish within these walls.&nbsp; I bid you a good eve.&nbsp; Wake me when you feel your powers have replenished.&nbsp; It usually takes some time, but I believe you are of a mind to rush things."<br><br>Gabriel stood, bowed deeply to her, and would meander to his portion of the second floor.&nbsp; The fire, the comfortable chairs, and he'd perhaps cozy up in one of them and allow himself to nod off for a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>01-01-2013, 20:35:56</strong>
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				"You don't like the way I look Gabriel?" Shaye asks slyly, leaning forward, apparently to grab an apple from the plate of fruit, but in the process showing off an ample amount of cleavage.&nbsp; He certainly seemed interested in the idea of Shaye changing form.&nbsp; Looking more like a dragon, being able to change her features at will.&nbsp; She liked her features.&nbsp; From her narrow nose and her plump lips to her soft curves; she had a good face and a good body.&nbsp; A face and body that had made her quite a bit of gold.&nbsp; Why should she be interested in changing it?&nbsp; Unless of course she went back to a life of crime, whereupon she would change her features after every theft.<br><br>She didn't believe him when he claimed to want nothing from her.&nbsp; Every experience she'd had in her entire life had taught her that nothing came free.&nbsp; Gabriel's lie begrudged her against him, and she turned away from him to stare out the window at the numerous amount of trees that surrounded the valley.&nbsp; No one did anything for nothing.&nbsp; She remembered their conversation at Callistra's place.&nbsp; About how he was willing to trade training for caring.&nbsp; Did he think she forgot that? Was he trying to trick her into loving him?&nbsp; Taking a rough bite out of her apple, Shaye glares accusingly at the now napping form of Gabriel.&nbsp; <br><br>Rising to her feet, Shaye makes off, shoving the apple into one of her many, many pockets.&nbsp; Her first thought is rest, so she walks down the stairs and enters the luxurious room that he'd made for her.&nbsp; Allowing her dress to fall to the floor, Shaye slips under the covers and closes her eyes.<br><br>After an hour of tossing and turning, she finally gives up on pretending to sleep, and sits up from the bed.&nbsp; How could she sleep with so much silence?&nbsp; She was used to cramped rooms and the constant murmur of conversation all around her.&nbsp; There was no signs of a crime being committed off in the distance, or a couple fucking in the building next door.&nbsp; And even worse was the lack of company she had at her side.&nbsp; Shaye had grown used to sleeping with a warm body tight against her since she'd taken up whoring, it was strange to suddenly find herself alone in a bed large enough for five.&nbsp; <br><br>Letting out a sigh, Shaye runs a hand through her shining black curls before getting out of the oh-so-soft bed.&nbsp; Redressing herself, she wanders about the castle before deciding to make the most of it.&nbsp; Up, up, up she goes.&nbsp; Up as many stairs as she could find, and when she ran out of those, she climbed out a window and was climbing up the stone walls of the building.&nbsp; She almost fell twice, but up she still went, until there was no where left to climb to.&nbsp; Sitting on the top of the keep,&nbsp; Shaye stares out at the endless ocean of trees that were sprawled around the valley.&nbsp; Taking in the wide sky and the bright stars, at the endless amount of world laid out in front of her, she felt the wind bite at her, tugging at her clothing and pushing at her hair, but she didn't care. <br><br>For the first time in her life, Shaye marvels at the world around her, enjoying this place that was not Roden.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 00:00:14</strong>
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				When Shaye was sitting on top of one of the walls, she could see figures marching around the castle.&nbsp; What they were was unknown to her, for they were little more than elementals bound to armor and weapon, no true sentience, just bound to the castle with a duty.&nbsp; In the meanwhile, the sun was setting over the valley, letting the sky blaze with amazing colors.&nbsp; Purple, pink, golds, and crimson burned across the sky, showing that there was so much more in the world than what she'd known.&nbsp; The colors alone would move poets to tears, artists to inspiration, and priests to preach about the divine.&nbsp; The world had its brightness, even after all that she'd seen of the darkness of humanity.&nbsp; However, she would not be able to sense the presence of someone as he appeared sitting next to her.<br><br>"Nothing like a sunset," the stranger said, speaking in a melodic fashion, shading his eyes with a pale hand.&nbsp; Skin the color of moonlight, hair a deep sapphire hue, and eyes that showed crimson and amethyst as they turned to regard her.&nbsp; The sound of skin sizzling would be prominent, the smell of charred flesh, and the bare skin displayed where his clothing and armor did not cover would be seen burning under the dim sunlight.&nbsp; "I don't get to see them much anymore.&nbsp; But I enjoyed them in my youth.&nbsp; Now, though.&nbsp; Hell, only thing I enjoy is a good romp in the sack, a battle, and a challenge."&nbsp; He eyed her, lust blazing within the strange eyes of his, a corner of his mouth curling up into a sly smile, a bit of fang showing as it did.&nbsp; "Which of the three might you be?"<br><br>The aura this thing gave off was not normal.&nbsp; He was cold, the absence of warmth, a darkness that seemed to devour.&nbsp; Yet the cold was entrancing, in its effort to devour life and light.&nbsp; As the sun set, the wounds healed, and he turned completely to face her, sitting on one leg, the other dangling into space along the wall.&nbsp; "If I'd known Gabe had found himself such an attractive apprentice, I would have stopped to visit sooner.&nbsp; Mostly because I'd want to seduce you, then fuck you senseless.&nbsp; Do you have anything against a little blood shed while fucking?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 00:25:06</strong>
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				Shaye watches the guards march around the castle, and she couldn't help but wonder if they were Gabriel's inventions, or if they belonged to Jazaan.&nbsp; Either way, they certainly weren't human.&nbsp; But then, neither was she!&nbsp; She wondered if Gabriel was human before he'd surrendered himself to the magic.&nbsp; Did being dragon-blooded make her inhuman?&nbsp; She'd never really thought about these things before now, and her head ached with the enormity of it all.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Looking up and away from the strange beings guarding the castle, Shaye's eyes widen as she takes in all of the colors within the setting sun.&nbsp; Dusk certainly didn't look like this in Roden.&nbsp; Her mouth parts in awe at the wondrous sight before her, something so beautiful it should have cost hundreds of gold pieces to see, but was free for anyone who wanted it.&nbsp; Why hadn't she paid attention to the sky before now?&nbsp; She'd been a mole person, and hadn't even realized it.&nbsp; <br><br>She nearly falls off of her seat on the wall, almost toppling to her death when a person suddenly pipes up next to her.&nbsp; Clinging to the wall and steadying herself, Shaye stares with a mix of horror and amazement at the man who'd suddenly appeared before her.&nbsp; "Where did you come from?"&nbsp; Furrowing her brow, she gives him a once over before deciding that he wasn't there to push her over the edge.&nbsp; Everything about him was inhuman.&nbsp; From his skin, to his hair, to his eyes.&nbsp; "And what the hell happened to you?" How did he get those burns?&nbsp; He was acting as though nothing was wrong, but she could actually <em>hear</em> his skin sizzle.&nbsp; <br><br>"Who says I'm only one of the three?" Shaye asks with a smirk of her own, eyelids lowering to half mast as she tries to decide just how to go about her conversation with the odd not-human.&nbsp; Something about him was magnetic, and ever since he'd arrived she couldn't be bothered to look back at the sunset, to riveted by him.&nbsp; At the same time, his very presence sent chills down her spine, and not necessarily the good kind, he made her feel as though if she let out a puff of air, she'd be able to see it in the frost of his aura.&nbsp; <br><br>"We only got here today, if you'd come sooner there wouldn't be anyone here." Shaye says with a shrug, choosing not to respond to the bloodshed question.&nbsp; "Gabriel's downstairs, if your a friend of his I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you came on in." Shaye says, already beginning to work her way back down from the wall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 01:00:53</strong>
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				When he moved, it was like a wild predator, his grace so easy that it wasn't hard to walk next to her as she moved away from the previous spot.&nbsp; "Oh I'm aware," he said softly.&nbsp; "And you're not all three.&nbsp; You might be good for a romp in bed, and you may be a challenge, but you'll never be a battle for me, little girl.&nbsp; As sexy as you are with those curves and the desire I have to sink my fangs in you and my dick at the same time, no one's a battle for me on this world.&nbsp; I've fought them all.&nbsp; Or they've avoided me.&nbsp; Because I have one rule in any of my battles.&nbsp; It is to the death, or the submission.&nbsp; You should ask the one who brought you off the streets as to how he submitted.&nbsp; Complete and utter humiliation."&nbsp; He'd pause, turning in a too-swift motion, letting his hand trail along her hair before stepping in front of her, staring down at her.&nbsp; The crimson-amethyst colored eyes would alternate in their colorings, a near-hypnotic look to them.<br><br>"Come little girl," he said, smiling, both fangs apparent.&nbsp; "I'll take you away.&nbsp; Into my land of enchantment."&nbsp; He'd lean down, waiting for her to come up and make the kiss with him.&nbsp; Granted, he wasn't sure if she would, but he wouldn't push it.&nbsp; He was having far too much fun playing with this one.&nbsp; And even if she acted like she would kiss him, a soft cough would interrupt, bringing his eyes from her to the intruder.&nbsp; The intruder was, of course, Gabriel, who shook his head and folded his arms over his chest.&nbsp; "I didn't expect to see you so soon cousin," Gabriel said with a wry smile.&nbsp; "Then again, you could never resist a beautiful woman."<br><br>The vampire laughed, breaking away from her, his movements seeming to blur as he moved faster than most could follow, stepping up on to the wall and bowing to Gabriel.&nbsp; "You are correct as ever cousin," he laughed, that melodic laugh once more.&nbsp; "However, have you tasted this one yet?&nbsp; Is she as sweet as she looks to be?&nbsp; As succulent as a ripe peach, her juices dribbling along your chin?"&nbsp; Gabriel shook his head.&nbsp; "Nay cousin.&nbsp; I am mentoring her and nothing more.&nbsp; I sought more, she declined, and that is that.&nbsp; You know my rules."&nbsp; The vampire shook his head and would sigh.&nbsp; "Such a pity.&nbsp; Means you won't have fun with her when I dance with her, then?"<br><br>"You know how I am, Nymril.&nbsp; You're the perverse one here, not I."&nbsp; Nymril would shake his head, fingers moving lightly through the air in a dismissive manner.&nbsp; "Decadent, Gabriel.&nbsp; Hedonistic.&nbsp; Perverted?&nbsp; Only to one so straitlaced as yourself.&nbsp; However, this one looks fun.&nbsp; She looks like she'd be willing to bend over backwards to please a man.&nbsp; What do you say, lass?&nbsp; Care to ride me until you can't walk?&nbsp; Or would you prefer me pinning you against the wall and taking you from behind in a most animalistic fashion?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 01:33:52</strong>
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				He didn't move like a normal person.&nbsp; He was like an alley cat on the prowl, quick and silent.&nbsp; She lets out a puff of air when he claims hat she wouldn't be much of a fight.&nbsp; It was difficult to get used to, men who could see how easy it was to defeat her.&nbsp; Men who were powerful, knew it, and bragged about it.&nbsp; To the death or to submission.&nbsp; Depending on the kind of fight, that second option could make things extremely...interesting.&nbsp; And this man didn't seem to have any qualms about hiding his attraction to her, which both startled her and impressed her.&nbsp; Now that she wasn't caked with grime, she was used to people wanting to screw her, they just didn't talk about it in the way that this man did.<br><br>He showed off his fangs to her, and Shaye tensed.&nbsp; Vampire?&nbsp; Demon?&nbsp; She didn't know, but before she could even try to think about the dangers, she found herself lost in his eyes. They were really such a strange color....She didn't even notice when he'd run a hand through her hair, but she could feel her heart beat in her throat.&nbsp; He invited her in, and she leaned upwards, ready to pull him into a long kiss.&nbsp; She knew it would be amazing.&nbsp; And then a cough from behind broke the spell, and Shaye pulled back as though she'd been burned.&nbsp; <br><br>"Cousin?" Her eyes turn to look at Gabriel before glancing back at the stranger in an almost accusing fashion.&nbsp; But he wasn't standing in the place she'd left him, he'd already moved past, to bow to her tutor and make rather lewd references to her.&nbsp; Crossing her arms over her chest, Shaye's eyes narrow.&nbsp; "I'm standing right here." Shaye says, clearly rated over having the taste of her juices discussed as though she wasn't present.&nbsp; <br><br>But Shaye's irritation fades when she discovers just who she was dealing with.&nbsp; "You're Nymril?" She couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement at the thought.&nbsp; "Gavrel told me about you."&nbsp; And so had Gabriel, but she was simply happy to connect the circle of acquaintances.&nbsp; She had no way of letting her old client/friend know that she'd found the worldswalker, but she still felt as though she'd accomplished something.&nbsp; Now all she needed to do was meet a courtesan from the dragon kingdoms, and her promises to him would be complete.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And animals don't fuck up against a wall."&nbsp; That was said almost as an afterthought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 01:54:04</strong>
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				"Depends on the animal," Nymril said with that slow, melodic voice of his.&nbsp; "I am an animal.&nbsp; I prey on others.&nbsp; I devour that which looks tasty.&nbsp; You, my dear, look tasty.&nbsp; Tell me, I wonder how strong your orgasm would be if I bit you on the femoral artery while I was devouring your core."&nbsp; Nymril's hand came up, rubbing the side of his smooth chin, as if in contemplation.&nbsp; "We should find out.&nbsp; Where's your room, I want to get started immediately on this experiment."&nbsp; Gabriel would simply shake his head and would make a dismissive gesture quite similar to the one Nymril made.&nbsp; "Behave Nymril," Gabriel said.&nbsp; "I'm mentoring her, and you are a distraction.&nbsp; Unless you wish to partake in teaching her something beyond your lewd nature, stop distracting her."<br><br>Nymril laughed, a full-throated, sex given voice style laugh.&nbsp; "Oh I can teach her all types of things," he said, his movements quick again as he approached her once more, looking down at her.&nbsp; The 'magic' of his eyes were gone for now, leaving that strange color.&nbsp; "Tell me child.&nbsp; Would you like to wield my sword.&nbsp; You have to be naked for it, though.&nbsp; You'll have to let me know quickly.&nbsp; That is, if you could handle it."&nbsp; He smiled, and it was a dazzling, raw charismatic smile.&nbsp; "See, Gabriel won't be straight with you.&nbsp; He is too caught up in being proper.&nbsp; I will just say it.&nbsp; I want to fuck you.&nbsp; I want to drink in the heat of you.&nbsp; I want to taste your life on my tongue as I'm driving so far deep inside of you it's like you can feel me in the back of your throat."<br><br>Gabriel would put his hand over his face, shaking his head.&nbsp; "Ignore that one for now," Gabriel said simply.&nbsp; "He hasn't fed properly for a while I imagine.&nbsp; Don't let his crudeness fool you.&nbsp; It's nothing more than an act, as he can be quite the gentleman when it's needed.&nbsp; He just likes to shock people.&nbsp; It's his way of keeping people off guard.&nbsp; Ask him how many of the books in my library he's read.&nbsp; That man is an absolute genius, a monster, a swordsman incomparable to any less than a deity, and he has more tricks up his sleeve than a two copper magician."&nbsp; Nymril would look at Gabriel, showing a bit of shock and hurt.&nbsp; "Two copper?&nbsp; Two copper?&nbsp; I'm worth at least a silver, thank you very much!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 02:09:38</strong>
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				"You think of yourself as an animal?" Shaye asks, tilting her head in a rather playful fashion even as he begins contemplating her orgasm.&nbsp; She had no idea what a femoral artery was, but she assumed it was a part of her body.&nbsp; "Are you a vampire then?"&nbsp; She'd never met a vampire before.&nbsp; Was that why he'd been burning?&nbsp; She'd heard that vampires couldn't go out in the daylight, and that they drank the blood of nubile young virgins.&nbsp; If that much was true, then he'd be extremely disappointed when he got a taste of her.&nbsp; <br><br>Once again he called her child, and Shaye's eyes narrow as he returns to invade her space.&nbsp; Taking a step forward, Shaye proves that she didn't have much of a problem with personal space boundaries either as she looks at him, close enough to kiss.&nbsp; "I'm not a child, and I doubt there is anything you can teach me about your 'sword' that I don't know already."&nbsp; She glances down then, as if she was judging him on the size of his cock on what she could see through his pants.&nbsp; "I'm a lot of things Nymril, but an inexperienced child isn't one of them." <br><br>She pulled back when Gabriel told her to ignore him, explaining that it was just a joke to raise and heckle her.&nbsp; "Don't worry Gabriel, I don't shock easy." Shaye says, raising her chin in the air.&nbsp; Gabriel was odd in his chastisement of his cousin, complementing him on his abilities all while comparing him to a cheap magician.&nbsp; She was certainly interested in learning a few of Nymril's tricks.&nbsp; Gavrel had suggested him to her, and besides that; he'd known she'd come from the streets by a single glance, and he'd known that someone had pulled her out of them.&nbsp; Did he know it was Shade? Or did he think Gabriel was the one to do it?&nbsp; Either way, she'd like to be able to figure people out that quickly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 01:42:54</strong>
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				"I am an animal," he said with a smirk.&nbsp; "And yes, I am a vampire."&nbsp; When she stepped up, chest to chest with him, Nymril looked down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes.&nbsp; "You, lass, are a child to us.&nbsp; You barely look out of your teens if you aren't yet.&nbsp; Plus, I consider anyone I can slay without so much as a thought a child."&nbsp; He'd move, once again quick as a flash, a hand coming up to gently hold her throat.&nbsp; It was only gently because he didn't want to be more forceful, and it was evident in his moves that he was going slower than normal.&nbsp; Controlled, taut, he stood there, stroking up and down her throat with ease.&nbsp; "Maybe you'll move up in the pecking order of things one day, but right now you're food and little else.&nbsp; Food for nourishment, food for sex, or food for entertainment.&nbsp; All three if you play your cards right."<br><br>Gabriel was rolling his eyes even as he walked closer, his presence sapping the enchantment from Nymril's nature.&nbsp; "Calm Nym," he said as his hands would come up to grip Shaye's shoulders.&nbsp; Immediately, Shaye could feel a warmth coming from Gabriel's hands, and the magic flowing into her would allow her to shake off the sudden fright that would have been brought about by Nymril's stare.&nbsp; "She's young, true, but she has potential.&nbsp; Rein in that power of yours, if you don't mind.&nbsp; I'd rather not have my apprentice keel over from your murderous intent."&nbsp; With that, Gabriel would pull her away from him, turning so he could partially shield her with his own body.&nbsp; Nymril smirked, flicking his fingers as if he'd gotten them dirty.&nbsp; "You and your magic Gabe," he said with a sigh.&nbsp; "Adept as always.&nbsp; Be careful with that warming shit, though.&nbsp; I like to keep my skin intact."<br><br>Gabriel would smile and incline his head slightly.&nbsp; "Nice to know it can touch you at times."&nbsp; "You're the only one who can pierce my resistance, and you know it.&nbsp; Now, since she won't be bed so quickly, I suppose I should treat her with the respect she's due as your apprentice."&nbsp; Nymril would perform a sweeping bow, knees bending even as his forehead nearly touched the ground in a slow, casual manner.&nbsp; "Pardon my manners, I've a bit of a flash personality I'm told.&nbsp; Nymril of the Nine Cuts.&nbsp; A title, rather than my true name."&nbsp; Nymril smiled, casting her a rakish look before winking.&nbsp; "The term being quite simple.&nbsp; I will kill you in nine cuts or less."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 02:02:17</strong>
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				Frowning as he continues to refer to her as a child, Shaye gives a quick shake of her head.&nbsp; "So you consider the old hag on the street a child?&nbsp; You have a strange way of looking at the world." And then his hand was on her neck, and Shaye found herself in a far more threatening position than she'd originally realized.&nbsp; Swallowing her suddenly tight throat, Shaye stares at the vampire warily, nervous regardless of the gentle way he&nbsp; stroked her neck.&nbsp; She needed to become more powerful as quickly as possible, she didn't like the feeling of being so easily dominated.&nbsp; First Shade, then Gabriel, and now Nymril. <br><br>"You always threaten the women you want to fuck?" She asks, voice shaking slightly.&nbsp; She couldn't tear her eyes away from Nymril.&nbsp; He was as magnetic as before, but unlike the earlier attraction it had brought on, now there was only fear.&nbsp; For a moment she couldn't even think, too caught up in the moment to even consider fighting him off or pulling away.<br><br>And then she was freed.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning to see that it was Gabriel's hand that had broken the spell, she looks at her tutor with a mix of gratitude and apprehension.&nbsp; He hid her from Nymril's eye-line, and she appreciated it.&nbsp; The man that she'd originally liked due to he brashness and frankness now drew her agitation.&nbsp; She wasn't used to being so afraid, so out of control.&nbsp; If Shaye was a different girl, she might have clutched at Gabriel, taking comfort in his presence, knowing he wouldn't let her come to harm.&nbsp; But Shaye was not that girl.&nbsp; So she didn't do anything but remain close to her tutor. <br><br>Glowering at Nymril as he plays the part of the gentleman, bowing to her and introducing himself in a more polite manner, Shaye shows a reluctance to leave the security&nbsp; of Gabriel.&nbsp; "Shaye." Her response was curt and rough, and she only increased the sevarity of her glare as he explains his title.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 02:14:56</strong>
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				"Ah Lady Shaye," he said with that slow, musical voice of his.&nbsp; "It has such a fine sound to it.&nbsp; And no, I don't know the old hag on the street.&nbsp; However, who's to say she's isn't an oracle of some great deity bound to destroy us all if one more person is mean to her."&nbsp; He'd shrug his shoulders, hands slipping into the pockets of his trousers as he began to walk towards the edge of the roof.&nbsp; "But that is neither here nor there.&nbsp; I don't always threaten the women I want to fuck."&nbsp; Nymril would step to the side near the edge, balancing on the balls of his feet as he smiled at her.&nbsp; "Most don't get the chance to be threatened.&nbsp; They are fucked, drained, and discarded.&nbsp; Because that is my usual pattern."&nbsp; He paused, and stepped backwards, into the free air, but didn't seem to fall.&nbsp; As he would begin falling, he'd disappear from sight in a moment, then reappear next to her, hand brushing through her hand once more.<br><br>"Be not afraid of me here, lass," he finally said softly.&nbsp; "My kinsman is a true nobleman, and would strike at me quite severely if I were to try to harm you.&nbsp; And I would not want to break his heart in striking at one he's protecting.&nbsp; And yes, I stand by what I said earlier.&nbsp; I still want to fuck you, to taste you.&nbsp; But you're interesting.&nbsp; I can smell the very power in your blood.&nbsp; Warms my old, cold heart."&nbsp; Nymril would step away, hands back in their trousers, and would lean casually on one of the metallic gargoyles that were part of the keep's structure.&nbsp; "So she's why you're here?&nbsp; Do you know the noise you've rattled awakening her?"<br><br>Gabriel shrugged, indifferent, as he would step away from Shaye, letting her stand on her own if she sought to.&nbsp; "Who here could bother me, given the fact you have a reputation on this world and I'm more adept at magic than all the spellcasters put together?"&nbsp; Nymril chuckled, inclining his head.&nbsp; "You have a point.&nbsp; Although one of my own apprentices has already brought message to me of this disturbance.&nbsp; She belongs to him."&nbsp; "She belongs to no one."&nbsp; "You may view that, but she struck an accord with him.&nbsp; Even you must honor that, Gabriel."&nbsp; Gabriel paused, sighing, a hand coming up to rub the bridge of his nose.&nbsp; "She needs time, and training.&nbsp; She has a lot of potential.&nbsp; Shaye," Gabriel corrected himself, addressing her as he spoke.&nbsp; "Shaye has a lot of potential.&nbsp; My apologies, lass.&nbsp; I know you're standing right there."<br><br>Nymril would incline his head towards her.&nbsp; "Yes Lady Shaye, you do have potential.&nbsp; Potential that many want.&nbsp; You're a...beacon of sorts.&nbsp; You draw attention, moreso now.&nbsp; So you must learn to protect yourself.&nbsp; I'll be around for a while, making sure none disturb you right away.&nbsp; Devils below know, I've got nothing better to do.&nbsp; Shade was my last apprentice, and he was a good one.&nbsp; Took to the art more than many before him.&nbsp; He has an affinity for shadows."<br><br>Gabriel nodded.&nbsp; "Shaye here has great adeptitude with fire.&nbsp; I think she'd do well to find someone to help hone it in martial combat.&nbsp; I can handle the spellcasting portion."&nbsp; Nymril nodded.&nbsp; "It's been a while since I had a student of the flames.&nbsp; I imagine I can see what she's got.&nbsp; What do you say, lass?&nbsp; Feel like harnessing more of that power than just flinging bolts of flame around?&nbsp; Granted, unlike Gabriel here, I have ulterior motives."&nbsp; Nymril wiggled his eyebrows for effect, but he had a more charming, casual smile as he did it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 02:40:16</strong>
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				Lady again.&nbsp; She was begining to see manners as a bad omen.&nbsp; But it was more than manners, they were referring to her with a title that wasn't hers.&nbsp; "I'm no noble." Shaye corrects sternly.&nbsp; He'd already brought up the fact that she'd been picked up off of the streets.&nbsp; Was he taunting her, by calling her lady?&nbsp; Was that what Gabriel had been doing as well? Why had she waited so long to notice?&nbsp; She wouldn't be accused of claiming false titles because of these two, and her heckles had already been risen more than enough.&nbsp; With Nymril's explanation of what happened to the women he slept with, it confirmed something for Shaye.&nbsp; She'd be more likely to fuck Shade then him.&nbsp; And that wasn't very likely.&nbsp; <br><br>But then he committed suicide.&nbsp; Startled at his action, Shaye leans forward, staring down the wall and at the ground below, expecting a body but finding none.&nbsp; And then he was behind her, running a hand through her hair and causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.&nbsp; Stumbling forward, Shaye whirls around and raises a hand towards him.&nbsp; What would have been a burst of flame was instead a few sparks followed by a puff of smoke.&nbsp; It seemed her magic was still drained.&nbsp; <br><br>Preparing to get killed for her knee jerk reaction to attack, Shaye grits her teeth; ready for the worst.&nbsp; "Glad to hear you don't plan on killing me." Shaye says as Nymril explains how he had no intention of doing to her what he did to his old fuckbuddies.&nbsp; "We didn't make any noise when he put me in a pentacle." They made some noise when she'd attracted the attention of the monsters, but Gabriel had taken care of that easily enough. <br><br>She didn't fall back to Gabriel when he pulled away, more than happy to prove she could stand on her own.&nbsp; And then she was reminded of her deal with Shade.&nbsp; Stiffening, she suddenly remembers that she'd tried to uphold her end of the bargain, and that Gabriel had actually taken her here against her will.&nbsp; "Shade planned on teaching me magic.&nbsp; I'm just learning it sooner rather than later.&nbsp; Shouldn't waste my potential after all." Shaye says, placing a hand on her hip.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't like Gabriel more than Shade.&nbsp; But she wasn't liking Nymril much anymore either.&nbsp; It was all the better if she could upset two of the three men. <br><br>"Gabriel already told me how I draw people in.&nbsp; Doesn't seem to have brought me much trouble so far."&nbsp; In fact it had pretty much done the opposite.&nbsp; If she hadn't attracted anyones attention, then she certainly wouldn't be here.&nbsp; "What makes a person a beacon?" She adds, honestly curious.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sure you want me to learn how to do more with these powers of mine? Won't be as easy to manipulate then." Her tone was almost accusing, as were her eyes as she stares sternly at Nymril's wiggling eyebrows.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 02:50:43</strong>
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				Nymril burst into laughter.&nbsp; "Fire suits her quite well," he said.&nbsp; "She's got a prickly attitude.&nbsp; I enjoy it immensely.&nbsp; Ah hells, lass.&nbsp; Lets see, lets discuss what was just said shall we?"&nbsp; Nymril would hold up a hand, ticking off one finger.&nbsp; "Nobility isn't title and pretentious bullshit.&nbsp; Nobility is what's in your blood.&nbsp; You have dragon in your history, that makes you pretty fuckin' noble in my eyes.&nbsp; So that's one."&nbsp; He'd tick on to the second finger.&nbsp; "You didn't make any verbal noise.&nbsp; You made magical noise, though.&nbsp; Awakening your powers, as it were, had the magic of the world humming.&nbsp; It's not often a powerful spellcaster like Gabriel draws magic from someone, so those who are sensitive to such things picked up on it.&nbsp; I don't use magic, I refuse to learn anything about it, but I'm sensitive to it."<br><br>Third finger ticked off.&nbsp; "Shade doesn't know a fucking thing about magic.&nbsp; He draws upon something that's unique to him with that shadow stuff.&nbsp; It's a variation on what Gabriel and I can do, just much more limited.&nbsp; We can span worlds, he can span this world.&nbsp; He doesn't have the strength to use the shadows to step outside of this world's boundaries.&nbsp; But he's adept with what he does, and it gives him an edge no one can predict.&nbsp; It's hard to defend against shadows when any one of them could suddenly manifest a dagger and shove it straight into your heart."<br><br>Nymril paused, looking down at his third finger.&nbsp; The fourth ticked off.&nbsp; "A person is a beacon if they have potential.&nbsp; The power of their blood, or the strength of will, something that makes them more.&nbsp; In your case, it's your blood.&nbsp; There's power in it, lass.&nbsp; That's what makes you a beacon.&nbsp; It's not a bad thing if the right people come along.&nbsp; The bad people that come along can make it a bitch.&nbsp; In Shade's case, his hatred was strong enough to awaken things that few mortals tend to.&nbsp; The very darkness of the world, shadows and the like, took note of the raw hatred that man possesses.&nbsp; I was impressed when I found him.&nbsp; He could almost hate as much as I can.&nbsp; I had to give him credit for that."&nbsp; He paused, looked over at Gabriel.&nbsp; "Anything else?"<br><br>"Neither of us wish to manipulate you Shaye," Gabriel said.&nbsp; "We just want you to have the power to choose.&nbsp; I'm here long enough to train you, then I'll probably move on.&nbsp; I'm still seeking that one person who might be able to give me a place to rest, a warmth to let me forget what's happened to me.&nbsp; And Nymril...hell.&nbsp; Nym does things just because they entertain him.&nbsp; When you've lived a few hundred years, seen people come and go, he does things just to stave off ennui."&nbsp; Nymril did an imaginary tip of the hat as he showed his agreement.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 03:06:39</strong>
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				Shaye proves Nymril's accusation right as her prickly nature rises up once more as he numbers off each explanation he gives to each of her questions.&nbsp; She didn't know much about nobility, but she was fairly certain that what Nymril was describing wasn't the way that most of the world saw it.&nbsp; She'd get beat pretty bad back in Roden if someone overheard her taking on airs like that.&nbsp; She liked the idea that dragons were noble though, it made her feel a part of something special.&nbsp; Not that she'd tell Nymril that. Or Gabriel for that matter.&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face when she discovered that Shade didn't know anything about magic.&nbsp; It would be good to return to him with knowledge that he didn't have, powers that he couldn't predict.&nbsp; It made her hungry to improve herself.&nbsp; She didn't want to be pushed up against that alley wall again.&nbsp; The memory of his cold steel against her neck was fresh enough that she could still feel it.&nbsp; <br><br>"So...when I've uncovered all my potential, when I've used it...will I stop being a beacon?" But Gabriel had drawn out the dragon in her blood, shouldn't have that fixed the problem?&nbsp; And it was a problem.&nbsp; She remembered how Gabriel warned her of the people who'd use her as nothing more than a broodmare.&nbsp; <br><br>And then Gabriel was lying to her again, causing her heckles to rise once more.&nbsp; They didn't want to manipulate her, they didn't want any favors, they didn't want anything from her.&nbsp; They were doing it because they felt like it.&nbsp; Bullshit.&nbsp; "You should have spent more time with Callistra then.&nbsp; She's good at making people feel all warm and fuzzy."&nbsp; She crossed her arms then, not out of frusteration but out of cold.&nbsp; Now that the sun had set, the night air was bringing in a cold breeze.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 03:15:23</strong>
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				Nymril laughed softly, shaking his head.&nbsp; "She doesn't believe most of what we're saying," he said.&nbsp; "Don't worry, I'm not reading your mind.&nbsp; But your body gives away a lot of information if you know how to pay attention.&nbsp; And I've spent more than my fair share of time studying people.&nbsp; You kind of have to if you plan on killing them.&nbsp; However, to answer your question, no.&nbsp; You'll never stop being a beacon.&nbsp; You can only become something unknown or something so feared you are left alone.&nbsp; I'm the latter.&nbsp; He's the former.&nbsp; But, I'm sure you're getting cold.&nbsp; I can see your nipples pebbling against that blouse of yours.&nbsp; So lets go inside.&nbsp; I'm kind of hoping to find some place warm to call home for the night myself."&nbsp; Nymril didn't let up, and it was fairly obvious that one way or the other, he'd probably have her sooner or later.<br><br>Gabriel shook his head and would rest a hand on Shaye's shoulder.&nbsp; Immediately, warmth would coat her like a second skin, keeping her from feeling the cold brought on by the night.&nbsp; "You'll be able to do this type of simple magic soon enough," Gabriel said.&nbsp; "You'll find it easy, almost second nature, to keep warm or cool as needed.&nbsp; It'll come by controlling the flame in your blood, in a sense.&nbsp; But lets get you inside.&nbsp; Some of us may not feel the cold, but it's courteous to acknowledge it."&nbsp; With that, Gabriel would start to walk off towards a flat spot on the keep, waving his hand in the air.&nbsp; Immediately, a staircase sprang to life, sinking into the keep's interior.<br><br>As Gabriel went ahead, Nymril looked at her.&nbsp; Seriously looked at her.&nbsp; "No bullshit.&nbsp; No games.&nbsp; You're a city girl, and I'm a murderer of people and more.&nbsp; On a simple level?&nbsp; There's no manipulation from us.&nbsp; Beyond me wanting to fuck you, that is.&nbsp; To be blunt?&nbsp; You're one person on one world amongst hundreds of thousands of worlds.&nbsp; Right now?&nbsp; You're small time.&nbsp; Learn, grow, become powerful.&nbsp; Then maybe one day you'll be big time.&nbsp; Until then?&nbsp; Just watch, learn, and listen.&nbsp; Practice, everything you can.&nbsp; Knowledge is power, and you'll need all of it and then some to survive."&nbsp; Nymril had said his peace, and he'd be walking over to the staircase.&nbsp; He moved slow, waiting for her response, if there was one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 03:29:07</strong>
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				Shaye instantly decided that Nymril had been reading her mind.&nbsp; How could he know what she thought?&nbsp; But then he was explaining, and virtually told her that her body was bad at lying.&nbsp; Glancing down at herself, she unfolds her arms and stands a little straighter.&nbsp; What was her tell?&nbsp; How had he known?&nbsp; She was too proud and too irritated to ask.&nbsp; And then he was mentioning her nipples, and Shaye scoffs.&nbsp; He would notice how cold she was by the hardness of her nipples.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd never stop being a beacon.&nbsp; Which meant she'd never lead a simple life again.&nbsp; It was strange, but she was already looking back on her life on the streets, starving, freezing, and fighting, as simple.&nbsp; Looking from Gabriel to Nymril, she found herself at a loss.&nbsp; Would she rather be alone or be feared? It seemed like it was one or the other,and at the moment Shaye couldn't decide which was the better and which was the worst.<br><br>Shaye softened somewhat as Gabriel cast some kind of enchantment that brought a warmth like a warm blanket over her.&nbsp; he might be a bold faced liar, but he was looking out for her.&nbsp; From the cold, from Nymril, from the goblins.&nbsp; Even from herself.&nbsp; It might have all been a lie, but who said she couldn't enjoy a lie?<br><br>Furrowing her brow, gold eyes steam with irritation as Gabriel waves an opening into the ground, making her earlier climb pointless.&nbsp; Magic seemed to be the easy answer for everything.&nbsp; But then Nymril kept her from following Gabriel's trail as he explains herself.&nbsp; "So you wanting to fuck me is a manipulation?" she raises an eyebrow and a corner of her mouth twitches upwards.&nbsp; "Thanks for the advice," But I'll decide what's true and what's not for myself.&nbsp; That last part went unsaid, but it was the truth.&nbsp; She'd already planned on learning what she could while she was here, becoming all that she could be.&nbsp; <br><br>Following the two brethren down the steps, Shaye let's out a breath of air she hadn't known she'd been holding.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 03:37:18</strong>
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				"Of course it's a manipulation," Nymril said.&nbsp; "When in another's home, abide by their rules.&nbsp; If I went and threw you up against the wall and fucked you, Gabriel would be none too pleased with me, and that's not something I want.&nbsp; So, I'm manipulating you into bed by offering things you may want.&nbsp; Besides a night of sex like you wouldn't imagine, I'm the only person that is offering to teach you how to fight.&nbsp; How to kill.&nbsp; How to do it without being caught."&nbsp; Nymril smiled at her, his eyes pulsing in a soft, hypnotic fashion.&nbsp; "I haven't trained a wielder of fire in some years, but I never forget how to do it.&nbsp; Once the teaching begins, it is like a rushing stream.&nbsp; It takes its course how it will."&nbsp; Nymril shrugged and would keep walking, keeping a casual conversation with her as they went.<br><br>Gabriel, having found himself speaking everything already, was working at dinner.&nbsp; A table had been set near the kitchen, where Jazaan was piling food on to the thing.&nbsp; When he saw Nymril, he paused in mid-motion, like a deer caught in headlights.&nbsp; "I have nothing for you to eat Lord Nymril," Jazaan said, a slight quiver in his voice.&nbsp; Nymril waves it off.&nbsp; "I'm not hear to eat anyone that doesn't want to be eaten.&nbsp; I'm just waiting for her to say yes.&nbsp; Although if she doesn't, I imagine I'll have to go elsewhere.&nbsp; If I don't keep myself up at top notch, I get cranky."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 03:49:02</strong>
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				"Last time I checked, people like to refer to this particular kind of manipulation as seduction." She offers up with a smirk of her own.&nbsp; So he was trading his training for sex?&nbsp; She wished he'd made it a bit more planer to understand. But maybe he hadn't wanted to be so specific with his cousin present, she could respect that.&nbsp; "Gabriel's teaching me how to fight."&nbsp; Shaye reminds, but her voice revealed just how half-hearted the argument was.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd wanted training from Nymril ever since she'd heard about him.&nbsp; She wanted to kill without being seen, and if he could teach her a way to do that with her fire, all the better. She shivered as he caught her gaze, and she found herself suddenly aware of how her nipples were still hard, even without the cold. She had to use all her will power to turn away from him, and her feet even stumble over her skirts as she manages it, forcing her to pause on the stairs for a moment.&nbsp; But then it was like nothing had happened.&nbsp; That it had all been in her head.&nbsp; How was she supposed to get used to that? <br><br>The conversation turned light then, more conversational then sexual.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Shaye brightens up considerably, as she always did in the presence of a good meal.&nbsp; She'd already decided she liked Jazaan more than the other two in the house based on the food alone.&nbsp; But then he was all but quaking with fear, no doubt because of the vampire in their midsts.&nbsp; She doubted Nymril was a fruit bat kind of vampire.&nbsp; "I don't want to be a vampire." Shaye says, squinting at Nymril as he references drinking her blood (As she was the only 'she' present)&nbsp; wasn't that what happened to people who were bitten by vampires? They either turned, or died? Or would her dragon blood protect her from that? <br><br>"And are you trying to say this is you not cranky?" She teases, even as she takes a seat at the table, ready for a good meal.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 01:13:01</strong>
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				Gabriel laughed.&nbsp; "No, this is not Nymril cranky," he said.&nbsp; "Nymril cranky would mean half the area is in ruins.&nbsp; When he's cranky, dragons walk uneasily.&nbsp; When he's angered, people start to die.&nbsp; When he's enraged, worlds tremble.&nbsp; Nymril there is what most would consider a deity-level creature.&nbsp; Not quite a god, but has the power to make one's life a pain in the ass, so to speak."&nbsp; Gabriel looked over at Nymril, and a smile crossed his face.&nbsp; "But then again, he's the most true to his word killer I've ever met.&nbsp; It's unbreakable."&nbsp; Nymril was scowling at Gabriel, and would casually shake his hand as if dismissing everything he'd just said.&nbsp; Meanwhile, he'd turn to Shaye once more, his eyes pulsing once more with the changing colors.<br><br>"No you would not be a vampire," Nymril said with a smirk, flashing a bit of fang.&nbsp; "I cannot actually create any vampires.&nbsp; Or I'd be out having a lot of fun creating an army to slaughter entire worlds.&nbsp; It's a curse of my special breeding, in a sense.&nbsp; I slaughtered my creator after he'd killed my father.&nbsp; Long story.&nbsp; But no.&nbsp; However, I can give you a nice, mind shattering orgasm if I bite you in the right spot."&nbsp; Nymril would indeed show that he did know how to seduce when his hands casually dropped in front of him, framing his crotch even as he cocked his hip to the side.&nbsp; "But you'll have to try it to find out."&nbsp; He'd shrug, hair falling in front of his face, casting shadows upon it even as he moved to walk closer to her, his presence filling the vicinity.<br><br>"Just say when, Shaye," Nymril said with a low, deep throated purr.&nbsp; "And I'll ensure that it's the best night you've ever had."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 02:07:30</strong>
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				The casual way they talked about power would take some getting used to.&nbsp; It was hard to tell when they were being honest, and when they were joking.&nbsp; A certain part of her was ready to believe everything they said when it came to their strength.&nbsp; Anyone who could travel through different worlds was a power on to themselves, it wasn't too hard to imagine that Nymril could destroy half the surrounding area on a whim.&nbsp; But she'd never heard of anyone having that much power before now, making it all just a little too hard to fathom.&nbsp; As was the idea that a person's word was unbreakable.&nbsp; No one had ever taught Shaye of anything like honor before, and keeping a promise just for the sake of keeping it didn't make sense to her.&nbsp; Nymril seemed to agree with her, and Shaye watched as he silently showed disagreemnet to everything Gabriel had said.<br><br>Piling some food onto a plate, Shaye chooses to ignore the manners that Callistra had taught her and digs right in, not bothering to wait for her other companions.&nbsp; It was so much simpler to do things this way, and without her old tutor's watchful eye on her, she no longer felt guilty for doing so.&nbsp; Sneaking a slice of what looked to be ham into one of her pockets for later, Shaye takes a large gulp of wine; needing it in order to deal with the continued attempts to hypnotize her from Nymril.&nbsp; <br><br>The worst part was, she was aware of it when it happened.&nbsp; She knew what was going on, but it didn't make a difference. She found herself leaning in closer towards him, unable to help herself.&nbsp; Her eyes drop from his just in time to get a good look at his crotch.&nbsp; Wasn't as worrisome as Gavrel's, but it seemed big enough.<br><br>Licking her lips, she turns her gaze back to his, a spark of daring speckled in her green depths as she makes her reply.<br><br>"When."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 02:16:50</strong>
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				Nymril gave her a slow, arrogant smile and he'd make a slight movement with a hand.&nbsp; It wasn't anything she'd be able to see, even if she tried, but he'd be holding the piece of ham that she'd tried to pocket.&nbsp; "Really?" Nymril said.&nbsp; "Shaye, if you really wanted some meat in your pocket, well."&nbsp; Nymril would smirk and he'd walk slowly over to her, his aura becoming a near tangible thing as he didn't try to rein in the power that surrounded him.&nbsp; It became like a living thing, a cold that would leech the heat from the air, the colors from the world itself.&nbsp; This time, when he knelt down to look her in the eyes, the tempestuous colors were spiraling and taking all new shapes and forms.&nbsp; The strength behind the pull was beyond anything she had ever encountered.&nbsp; However, Gabriel did not interfere for she had, in her own way, acquiesced to his favor.<br><br>"Come Shaye," he said softly, moving so slowly as he put the food back on to the table.&nbsp; "I will ensure that you are fed tonight.&nbsp; You won't feast on my blood, but I have my own ways of showing a person how their power can be tapped.&nbsp; Gabriel does his through magic.&nbsp; I'm just going to bring you to the brink of oblivion.&nbsp; Much easier, much nicer, and much, much more pleasure to be found within it."&nbsp; His hand would fall upon the back of her neck, his grip like silk over steel, bringing her over so that he could deliver a kiss.&nbsp; He didn't ask, he took the kiss from her.&nbsp; Just like him, he'd steal away the warmth of her, sucking it almost as if from her very body as he kissed her, inhaling breath that she would give.<br><br>He was a careful kisser, given his fangs.&nbsp; He'd ensure she wasn't so much as nicked.&nbsp; But he also made sure that as he sought to pull her up and out of the chair, if she didn't resist, that he'd pull her against his body.&nbsp; The ice cold touch of him was certain to evoke the flames within her soul.&nbsp; To warm her, to bring her to life against him, to make her blaze within.&nbsp; It would keep her safe, and it would make his tasting of her all the sweeter.<br><br>Meanwhile Gabriel looked away, a pained appearance on his face flashing for just a moment.&nbsp; Then he'd turn to eating, knowing that if Shaye did give in completely to Nymril, it was one of the initiations that could be done to have him teach her.&nbsp; It was giving herself wholly to him, to know that he had complete and total control over her life throughout the entire time they were in ecstatic bliss.&nbsp; She rode the killing edge if she went to bed with Nymril.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 04:53:42</strong>
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				Shaye didn't have time to respond to Nymril's theft of her ham, as she suddenly found herself far too caught up in his eyes.&nbsp; She was lost, suddenly not quite inside of herself, not quite in control of her own body.&nbsp; It was so much stronger than what she'd previously experienced from Nymril, and her hands shook in her seat, partially lifted from her lap, resting neither on herself or the table.&nbsp; She was frozen, both in mind and body.&nbsp; She felt the cold coming off of him in waves, and before he'd even touched her goosebumps began to play all across her body.<br><br>Something inside of her was roused as she felt the chill.&nbsp; The beast that was her soul, that thing that had roared so loudly when she'd been inside of the pentacle rolled over in irritation at the disturbance.&nbsp; Not the undying fury that Gabriel unleashed, more an irritated groan of one who'd been prodded while in a comfortable slumber.&nbsp; But it was enough for Shaye's blood to warm in response.&nbsp; A dragon did not freeze.<br><br>But those were not Shaye's thoughts.&nbsp; Shaye would never had considered her soul a dragon, and at the moment Shaye couldn't think anything at all.&nbsp; When Nymril came to her, he overwhelmed her.&nbsp; They did not kiss each other.&nbsp; She did not kiss him.&nbsp; He kissed her, apparently trying to steal all the heat inside of her as he stole away her breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;She pressed her hands against his chest, almost shaking at that odd internal heat of her own clashed against his frosty presence.&nbsp; <br><br>This wasn't her.&nbsp; Since when did she allow herself to be drowned in someone else's presence?&nbsp; Gripping her fingers into his shirt, Shaye begins to respond to his kiss, turning his kiss into something that was theirs.&nbsp; As careful as Nymril's kiss was, Shaye's was wild.&nbsp; She showed little to no concern over his fangs, her tongue dancing around his mouth, exploring and tasting him for what he was.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 05:34:17</strong>
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				Nymril had the slow movements of the dead, the patience of the grave.&nbsp; His movements were nonstop, relentless, as one arm wrapped around her waist and the other moved up into her hair, holding her against him completely.&nbsp; To struggle was an effort in futility, given the unending strength that was within him.&nbsp; And like a dance, he'd start to move her to the room that was hers.&nbsp; He didn't need to see it to know, since Gabriel would give her the only room.&nbsp; Nymril's kiss would continue even through the movements, and a bit of carelessness might nick her tongue or her lip.&nbsp; When a touch of blood was added to it, his intensity grew, the ice surrounding him freezing particles in the air, the lights dimming in response to the absolute aura of death that seemed to be his presence.<br><br>A few moments and they would be in her room, and he'd finally release her by doing a pirouette, spinning her away from him and to her bed.&nbsp; He smiled at her, eyes glazing over as he looked her over.&nbsp; "Strip," was the command that he uttered.&nbsp; Even as he said it, his hands came up to grip his shirt and pull it over his head.&nbsp; Nymril's body was like chiseled marble, every muscle evident, pale scars plentiful on that beautiful, cold body of his.&nbsp; He laughed, a low bedroom laugh as his hands came down to the tops of his trousers.&nbsp; The button was undone, and he waited to see her finish her work first.&nbsp; If she stripped completely, he'd oblige her the show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 01:18:51</strong>
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				Shaye didn’t say much as he pulled her out of the room, but she did shiver.&nbsp; As he wrapped his arms around her, the world became cold.&nbsp; He made it that cold.&nbsp; He didn't feel like a normal man, and as they moved out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, she began to acknowledge what that really meant.&nbsp; It meant that leaving had really stopped being an option.&nbsp; She didn't struggle, didn't try to pull back, but she knew that if she made an attempt to do so, she would fail.&nbsp; It was more than his hypnotism, it was his strength.&nbsp; A bite of pain washed through her when one of his fangs <br><br>He was surprisingly graceful for a man, and she didn't know what to think when she found herself spun away from him and towards the bed.&nbsp; Her mind seemed a million miles away from her, and it had nothing to do with the look in his eyes. As he ordered her to strip, she gives him a quick smile of her own before undoing the front of her dress.&nbsp; His body was the same as his presence.&nbsp; Hard and cold.&nbsp; She eyed his scars as she allows her dress to drop to the ground, sitting back on the plush bed, her skin as tan as his was pale.&nbsp; They seemed to be opposites, him and her.&nbsp; Hot and cold, woman and man, calm and reckless.<br><br>Resting back on her elbows, she stares at him with partially lowered eyebrows and a plump smirk on her lips.&nbsp; "Well? What are you waiting for?" she asks, raising an eyebrow pointedly as she eyes his still covered member.&nbsp; "Got the woman, got the bed.&nbsp; What more are you waiting for?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 01:27:25</strong>
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				Nymril would smirk at her in that cocky, arrogant way of his.&nbsp; His hands finished undoing the trousers and shoved them down to the floor, kicking them away.&nbsp; He was pale white, nearly albino, but his skin held a touch of hue to it still.&nbsp; Almost silver in appearance.&nbsp; He wasn't as large as Gavrel was, true, but he was definitely large in that area.&nbsp; His low, bedroom laugh would escape him as he moved towards her, each movement like a predator ready to strike, moving so slowly to ensure she saw every inch of him move.&nbsp; He was like a peacock, displaying himself in full glory even as he came to her.&nbsp; He stood over her, looking down at her with those strange, bewildering eyes of his.&nbsp; "So eager," he said softly.&nbsp; "Not afraid, I hope.&nbsp; Because I'm going to take you where no one else has before."<br><br>A movement, quicker than a normal eye could follow, had him on top of her, between her legs, fully on the bed.&nbsp; But he didn't touch her completely.&nbsp; He displayed amazing strength as he kept himself a breath away from her, not touching, letting his mere presence enflame her.&nbsp; When he did move, it was a sinuous wave to have his entire body touching her from lips to toes before separating again.&nbsp; When cock rubbed against her cleft, it was evident that cold radiated from him quite intensely there.&nbsp; His mouth parted, and fangs would come down to lightly trace along her skin.&nbsp; He was enjoying this far more than he should, but he knew that when this began, he wouldn't be completely done until she was out of her mind.<br><br>"Say the words luv," he said softly.&nbsp; "Let me into that pretty little body of yours.&nbsp; I'll take your life as you take my cock.&nbsp; You'll feel the cold penetrating you while I take your warmth away.&nbsp; It's a life altering experience.&nbsp; To dance with oblivion.&nbsp; Say you're ready, and it'll begin.&nbsp; The dance macabre."&nbsp; Nymril kissed as he spoke, leaving searing cold points on her body, moving from one part of skin to the next.&nbsp; She was fire, he ice.&nbsp; She was life, he death.&nbsp; She would be awakened by this, he knew.&nbsp; He wanted to see what she was capable of taking.&nbsp; How far along in the game she'd go.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 01:48:47</strong>
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				"Do I look afraid to you?" Shaye asks, raising her chin slightly even as she spreads her legs apart just enough so as to display her pussy all the better.&nbsp; She felt a lot of feelings towards Nymril.&nbsp; Fear was not one of them.&nbsp; Perhaps that was the problem.&nbsp; If she was smart enough to be afraid of him, she wouldn't be here.&nbsp; But if she was smart enough to be afraid of the things she should be afraid of, she wouldn't have found herself being trained in the art of magic at all.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye let's out a gasp as he is suddenly above her.&nbsp; Not touching her, just enough that she could feel the tiny hairs on his body touch hers.&nbsp; It was one of the strangest sensations she'd ever felt in her life.&nbsp; Almost touching someone....it was strange.&nbsp; And then his cock rubbed against her core, and she discovered a sensation even stranger then that.&nbsp; "Your cold." She murmurs, confused.&nbsp; She hadn't expected his cock to be cold.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn't used to having anything in that area that wasn't warm.<br><br>Her eyes flutter closed as he traces his fangs against her skin, gold disappearing so as to get a better feel for the sensation, and prepare for the pain that was sure to come.&nbsp; <br><br>"Can't take away my warmth Nymril.&nbsp; I'll be hot until you kill me." A joke, but somehow she felt as though she was telling the truth.&nbsp; Ever since Gabriel had awakened her insides, she'd felt....warmer.&nbsp; It was a strange sensation, feeling that your very blood was hotter than it had been previously.&nbsp; "So if your asking for my permission to kill me, the answer is no." She reached up, running her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.&nbsp; "But if your asking for my permission to have some fun, then by all means-" her legs stretched farther apart, "penetrate away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 03:26:17</strong>
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				Nymril's mouth was near her ear, whispering "I'll take your warmth and heat," he said with a chilling laugh.&nbsp; As he spoke, his cock thrust inside of her as his fangs penetrated her throat.&nbsp; Immediately, the touch of oblivion that had been present before became an intense draw.&nbsp; His hands on her hips, he'd begin a slow, languid thrusting inside of her.&nbsp; He was talented in the arts of making love, and it was evident as his hips moved with each thrust, moving slightly so that each entrance was at a different angle that the exit.&nbsp; And once he felt her g-spot, touching that sweet little spot inside of her, he'd begin to rub himself over it repeatedly, playing her body as if it were nothing more than an instrument for him.<br><br>Fangs withdrew as he began to suck at her life, stealing the hot blood without spilling so much as a drop.&nbsp; His suction was focused, ensuring he wouldn't drink her dry in moments.&nbsp; Instead, he let that cold seep inside of her from the penetration of her pussy and his stealing of her life's blood.&nbsp; Nymril's body smothered hers, hands moving up from her hips to rest along side of her breasts.&nbsp; The cold grew stronger, forcing the heat inside of her to awaken and keep her from the death that his presence demanded.&nbsp; He suckled her throat, feeling the warmth flowing into him and bringing a flush to his skin.&nbsp; The cold might be still present, but she was going to warm him before the night was over.&nbsp; Nymril knew that, just as he knew that if he didn't control himself, she'd be absorbed into his oblivion.<br><br>His intent between the thrusts and the suckling of her blood was simple.&nbsp; He wanted her to cum, to go into a mindblowing orgasm right off the bat.&nbsp; Knowing where that sweet spot of hers was, he was going to control her completely.&nbsp; Just to tease and torment her more, his body lifted away enough to slip his hand between them, bringing the sudden, intense cold along her clit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 03:40:51</strong>
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				She was prepared to contradict him when he once again threatened her heat, but then he was thrusting up in her, and biting down on her neck, and Shaye was too busy feeling to think.&nbsp; Her eyes dilate and her mouth opens in a scream that doesn't come out.&nbsp; He was chilly, and as he drew out the warmth of her blood, Shaye clutches at him with all of her strength.&nbsp; She didn't know what to do with herself, every time his cock thrusted inside of her, he managed to hit a spot inside of her that she hadn't known existed.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye's past sexual experiences had been men purchasing her services in one way or another.&nbsp; It was pretty rare for any of them to be concerned with her pleasure.&nbsp; So the list of men who'd made her orgasm were fairly small.&nbsp; &nbsp;The added sensation of fangs piercing her skin and drinking her blood just added to the mess of sensations that Shaye simply wasn't prepared for.&nbsp; <br><br>He was freezing, but it was a cold she enjoyed.&nbsp; Something inside of her responded to it, and Shaye's body heat seems to increase drastically with every thrust Nymril gave her.&nbsp; Enough to burn a normal man, it only allowed her to withstand his chill.&nbsp; Something inside of her was building up, and she could do little more than hold on while enjoying the ride.<br><br>And then it all came crashing down on her, as she rode ecstasy to oblivion as her scream finally escaped her throat. Lurching her hips off of the bed as he finds her clit, Shaye's head tosses back and forth, a swirl of black curls as she experiences the fastest orgasm of her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 02:51:36</strong>
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				Nymril's tongue flicked out, dabbing each of the holes he'd made with his fangs.&nbsp; A quick touch, and the wounds would be healed over as if nothing had ever happened.&nbsp; He continued to nuzzle her neck as his arms wrapped around her, clutching her to him as his hips pumped violently against her, driving himself into her hard and fast.&nbsp; He'd awakened that burn inside of her, now he wanted to see how much it would explode.&nbsp; Her fire was new, untested, newly formed.&nbsp; It wouldn't hurt an ancient cold like himself.&nbsp; Sure, it wouldn't feel too good when it blazed to full, but it was a start.&nbsp; His mouth moved up to her ear, whispering softly.&nbsp; "Go ahead," he purred as he kept thrusting into her, letting loose the strength of his frame, letting her feel the strength as he pounded his way inside of her.&nbsp; "Let it all go.&nbsp; Let that fire out.&nbsp; I want to taste it.&nbsp; I want to feel it engulf me."<br><br>Nymril wouldn't pause for a moment, even as he knew her orgasm overwhelmed her.&nbsp; He kept moving over that spot, making sure to not only elongate that orgasm, but to try and see how sensitive she'd become.&nbsp; The more sensitive she became, the more his cold would permeate her.&nbsp; The more the chill permeated her, the more she'd respond with that inner flame of hers.&nbsp; Once awakened, she'd be able to progress with her abilities.&nbsp; But in truth, Nymril was enjoying himself more than a little.&nbsp; After all, she was a tight, snug, wet fit around his cock.&nbsp; It was enough to make a man live again, in a sense.&nbsp; He'd see how she reacted when he orgasmed, in time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 02:11:10</strong>
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				Shaye didn't know that the marks where his fangs had pierced her skin were gone, how could she?&nbsp; She felt his tongue scrap against her neck, followed by a sensation she couldn't quite place, but his fierce thrusts distracted her from paying too much attention to the feeling.&nbsp; She felt amazing.&nbsp; As cold as he was to the touch, she was on fire.&nbsp; She'd never felt like this before, and he only seemed to drive her onward.&nbsp; Beneath her, the blankets fell to the ferocity of her heat, and smoke began to bloom from beneath her. His words only made things worse, or better, considering what he wanted.<br><br>Crying out and arching her spine upwards, Shaye releases shout after shout as he eggs her on throughout her orgasm.&nbsp; Finally unable to bare it any longer, the dark haired thief flips them over, her hips straddling him as she sits atop him, leaving him to rest on top of the smoldering sheets.&nbsp; She was too sensitive to everything he was doing to her.&nbsp; She'd get lost in the chill if she continued to surrender control.&nbsp; <br><br>Now above him, she begins to slow the rhythm of their thrusts, rolling her hips forwards and back as she grips his shoulder, her back arched while her breasts push forward.&nbsp; A sheen of sweat covers her body, emphasizing the golden glow of her tanned form.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 02:31:36</strong>
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				Nymril was surprised at how quickly she managed to move them over.&nbsp; The smoldering sheets were immediately snuffed out, the cold, icy darkness of his existence taking all the heat and fire and terminating it as he had terminated so many things before.&nbsp; His hands moved up to cup her breasts, eyes going to where he had bitten her, contemplating another.&nbsp; It was intoxicating, and he felt himself losing control.&nbsp; It took a violent shudder of willpower, hands digging into her flesh a moment before he forced the inhumane predatory instincts down.&nbsp; He couldn't afford to lose himself here.&nbsp; He'd promised his cousin as much.&nbsp; However, gods above knew he wanted to do all this and more to her.&nbsp; But she wasn't to be devoured or ended.<br><br>"That's right," he crooned in a low, melodic tone.&nbsp; "Ride this out.&nbsp; Feel your life force strengthening from the magic within.&nbsp; Tap into that primal flame that exists within.&nbsp; Your life force does not want to be snuffed out.&nbsp; It wants to live, it wants to consume me.&nbsp; So try, if you think you can."&nbsp; That smirk, so arrogant and so self-sure, was plastered on his lips once more.&nbsp; His hands, cold against her warm skin, massaged and kneaded her breasts.&nbsp; He wanted her to find out what would happen if she triggered him, as he wanted to know what she eventually tasted like outside of just her blood.&nbsp; However, he was unsure if she'd take well to another drinking so quickly.&nbsp; But in time...when her fire grew strong enough, he had no doubt she'd provide more drafts.&nbsp; Assuming, that was, she didn't try to kill him during it.<br><br>But what pleasure it would be finding out!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 04:04:41</strong>
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				Shaye stares down at him, gold eyes flickering with the eternal flame that only life could bring out of them, his hands were a cool delight on her warm chest, and her nipples instantly respond to his attentions, particularly when his grip went beyond the typically grope and actually dug into her skin.&nbsp; That almost pain was the best, a distant reminder of the terrible ecstasy he'd brought on her only moments before.&nbsp; Her thrusts grew faster as the pleasure increased, and she never once pulled her gaze away from him.&nbsp; <br><br>She was almost glaring at him, her sultry stare more a glower than a form of seduction.&nbsp; Even as he spoke to her about him wanting her to completely let go, she wanted to beat him senseless.&nbsp; It was the smirk more than anything else.&nbsp; Even while she rode him into oblivion, Shaye felt little to no fondness towards this man.&nbsp; He could give her pleasure, he could teach her everything she wanted to learn, but that didn't mean she had to like him during the process.<br><br>Her speed increased, as did her heat.&nbsp; Shaye's curls seemed to move in a manner different than her thrusts, a black smoke on top of a living flame. Her skin didn't change so much as it..gleamed a little.&nbsp; It could have been the a reflection of the light against her sweaty bronzed body, but there was a certain level of opalescence added to her skin tone, like a masterpiece in the center of a glassblower's flame.&nbsp; But it was probably just a trick of the light.&nbsp; <br><br>As much as she was giving him pleasure, she wanted to burn him, to leave her mark, to wipe that smirk off of his fucking face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 04:39:37</strong>
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				That anger of hers!&nbsp; The sweet taste of her anger, her rage, an almost divine nature to it, made Nymril exult even more in the moment.&nbsp; But his hands moved from her breasts to her hips, and he'd help her ride him hard.&nbsp; A slight change to the angle, and he'd drive himself over the sweet spot of her.&nbsp; He had to have her climax, wanted that burst of warmth, heat, pure flame to engulf them in the moment.&nbsp; It was only through that sweet release, her complete barriers coming down, the acceptance of what she was, would things finally be clear for her.&nbsp; Fingers dug into flesh, the icy chill of his flesh the complete counterpoint to the blazing heat of hers.&nbsp; He'd smile up at her, eyes lowering as the smirk stayed in place.<br><br>"That's right Shaye," he grunted, thrusting up as she came down, the pleasure being almost painful.&nbsp; "Let go of that anger.&nbsp; Tap into it.&nbsp; Think about how much you want me to be destroyed.&nbsp; Think of that inner flame bursting out and consuming my dead ass.&nbsp; Soon as I feel that sweet release of yours, you're going to burst forth from the cocoon you're inside now.&nbsp; And then...then I'll show you just what I really am."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 04:55:15</strong>
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				In and out, in and out.&nbsp; There was no thought in Shaye's motions in that moment.&nbsp; He continued talking, something that he clearly liked to do during sex, but Shaye was barely paying attention at that point.&nbsp; What kind of bastard asked someone to focus on how much they wanted him to hurt?&nbsp; She increased the force of her thrusts, forcing herself down on his cock as though if she just pushed him deep enough inside of her, it would actually begin to hurt him.&nbsp; <br><br>She groaned then, as he managed to find a particularly sensitive point inside of her, and she could feel herself boiling towards the end point.&nbsp; Slamming her hands down on his chest, she arches her back and stares at him from above, her hair surrounding the two of them like a dark curtain.&nbsp; The outside world didn't exist any more, and as she reached closer and closer to her final climax, her body temperature only rose.&nbsp; <br><br>As she continued releasing everything she was, smoke began to rise from where her hands were resting on his chest.&nbsp; It would leave a mark, considering what he was, it would probably not be permanent, but she could almost feel the imprint that her hands were beginning to make.&nbsp; But she didn't care, couldn't care.&nbsp; And with a mindless scream, Shaye suddenly pulls back, her spine arching as she cums with Nymril still inside of her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 05:04:07</strong>
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				She had, in the placement of her hands, managed to hurt him more than most in the past century or so.&nbsp; It wasn't a permanent nor scarring wound, but it still made him remember that he was in a dangerous situation.&nbsp; Yet he felt when her climax swept over her, and that was when he stopped holding back as well.&nbsp; His eyes faded to orbs of solid black, drawing the light itself into them.&nbsp; And his smile was something beyond mere evil, something that was so nihilistic that it was as if he could devour the world if he so desired.&nbsp; And if she looked down on them, she would realize why in just a moment's glance.&nbsp; For at this point in time, he had been holding back, not truly wishing to harm her.&nbsp; But now was the time to open her to her powers.<br><br>The void that he was exploded outwards, contained only by the room at Nymril's own request, done by Gabriel to ensure no one else was harmed.&nbsp; The entirety of the room was turned into nothing but ice and darkness, sucking at everything that Shaye was.&nbsp; Her heat, her life, would be taken as close to death's door as could be while still leaving her alive.&nbsp; As Nymril had warned, only by going to that very edge of death and life itself would her powers truly be able to awaken.&nbsp; Her power, too new and young, had nothing compared to his, honed with age and malicious use.&nbsp; He didn't want her dead, but unconscious most likely.&nbsp; To expand herself to her very limits, no different than how men would build muscle.&nbsp; By straining it to its limit, breaking it down, and rebuilding it.<br><br>Her power needed to be taken to the extreme limits of itself, so that it could grow.&nbsp; Nymril was never known for his patience at the best of times, and this was something he wanted to do in one fell swoop.&nbsp; Hate him for it, but she'd be able to reach greater heights of power and ability from it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 05:34:34</strong>
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				What happened next would be hard to remember, but it was something worth remembering.&nbsp; Nymril revealed that all the warnings against him hadn't been for nothing.&nbsp; There was a world of darkness, and the small light that her fire gave off was just too small. The cold was a weight on her, growing heavier and heavier by the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>She could feel her soul responding.&nbsp; And it was like a strange gold mist began to grow around her body, but for every inch that flew out of her, another gulp was swallowed by that sucking void.&nbsp; Her eyes glowed a bright gold and stared into what seemed like an endless abyss, nothing but ice and the awful smile of the man beneath her.&nbsp; And through it all, there was pleasure.<br><br>And then nothing.<br><br>She had no memory of what happened after that.&nbsp; Because it wasn't long after that that her body couldn't hold out any longer. <br><br>The next thing she knew, it was the next morning, and she was on a slightly fire damaged bed, alone and exhausted.&nbsp; She'd survived the night, but she could feel the wear and tear it had on her body.&nbsp; Even opening her eyes was a struggle, and staring up at the ceiling, she considers that she should probably consider herself one of the lucky ones.&nbsp; She might be sore, but at least that insured that she'd managed to keep all of her body parts.&nbsp; <br><br>she laid there, completely immobile for a few moments, before sitting up.&nbsp; she was completely naked of everything except her two gifts.&nbsp; The ring from Gabriel, and the ring from Gavrel.&nbsp; She was glad to see that both had survived the night.<br><br>It was probably an hour before she actually got dressed and abandoned the bedroom, slowly wandering into the kitchen to see if there was an apple that she could steal.&nbsp; She was starving.&nbsp; As hungry as she'd been when she'd been living on the streets.&nbsp; And she felt...different.&nbsp; It was like someone had replaced her skin, her muscles, her bones, everything.&nbsp; It all looked the same, but it didn't feel it.&nbsp; <br><br>Finding and stealing her apple, Shaye noticed the first and most notable change.&nbsp; Her incisors had taken an almost canine quality to them, with two of her top and two of her bottom teeth, teeth that had always been a little bit sharper than the others, had seemingly increased in size and point overnight.<br><br>"Fucking vampire." She curses immediately, her automatic assumption being that this was a side effect of a vampire bite rather than a demonstration of her dragon blood come to life.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 05:41:11</strong>
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				"Not quite," Gabriel said with a slight smile.&nbsp; He walked out from the kitchen, carrying red meats, cooked, along with some ale.&nbsp; Not that he actually carried them, but his magic floated them behind him.&nbsp; "Your soul is just stretched, quite thin.&nbsp; In a sense, he took you to the very border of death, and pushed you about forty-nine percent through it.&nbsp; You are, for lack of a better term, fully awakened into your powers.&nbsp; Hence, the fangs.&nbsp; Dragon's teeth."&nbsp; Gabriel smiled, and had the platters float over to her.&nbsp; "You'll need the protein and iron in that to boost your system's recovery.&nbsp; In addition to a day or two of rest, I imagine.&nbsp; But you're definitely a fierce lady, Shaye.&nbsp; I am impressed."<br><br>There was a tenseness to his features, and if he were anyone else, it would seem like he had feared for her.&nbsp; He'd smile slightly and would wander over to a chair to situate himself for the time being.&nbsp; "You'll find a number of changes.&nbsp; Stronger, faster, more durable.&nbsp; Skin's tougher, you'll probably see normal blades not harming you.&nbsp; Unless wielded by a skilled fighter, of course.&nbsp; But your stores need recharged.&nbsp; You'll find yourself able to train more now than before.&nbsp; Small usage of your fire abilities won't even wind you, I imagine.&nbsp; You'll have to see how things go in the coming days."<br><br>A pause, and he'd look at her, really look at her.&nbsp; "I'm glad you're safe, and that you're alive, Shaye.&nbsp; Losing you would have been a great loss."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 06:02:20</strong>
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				She turned quickly, and was suddenly daze by her own reaction time.&nbsp; Her body had responded quicker than her mind was used to, and it sent a shock through her system.&nbsp; &nbsp;It only took her a moment to settle however, and once she did she instantly began to salivate.&nbsp; She'd never seen a thing more beautiful than the plates of cooked meat that Gabriel brought in by magic.&nbsp; She didn't know much about proteins, but she snorted at the idea that she'd need iron.&nbsp; "If your going to give me a metal, I'd prefer if it was silver or gold." She didn't have any real knowledge of nutrients.<br><br>Still, she sat at the table and ate what was placed in front of her, gobbling at the meat and gulping down the ale like it was the first meal she had in months.&nbsp; All the lessons Callistra had taught her about good meal etiquette flew out the window.&nbsp; She swallowed her food rather than chewed it, and it had never tasted so good in her life.<br><br>It wasn't until she'd already finished half of her plate that she finally chose to really pay attention to Gabriel, and it was then that she began to notice his apprehension in speaking with her about the night before.&nbsp; "That's all good to hear, I'm surprised humans have managed to stick around for as long as they have-what with dragons and the like being so much better off." She took another rough bite of her meat.<br><br>"I'm glad too, and I'm pretty sure it would have been more of a loss for me than anyone else." Another snippy joke from Shaye.&nbsp; If nothing else, it proved that her mind hadn't been changed by last nights changes.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 03:12:31</strong>
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				"Humans adapt," Gabriel said as he got himself settled into the chair, putting one knee over the opposite leg.&nbsp; "That's always been the key to our survival.&nbsp; When man first walked on the world, most were slaves to some other race.&nbsp; Dragons, giants, whatever.&nbsp; But more than any other race in existence, we adapt.&nbsp; We find a way to overcome.&nbsp; Dragons were stronger, tougher, smarter, and had more magical might than any dozen humans.&nbsp; So we exploited their weakness, their arrogance, and defeated them.&nbsp; Instead of one dozen, we'd bring one hundred.&nbsp; Humans breed extremely fast compared to others.&nbsp; Some of the dragons weren't evil, and assisted us.&nbsp; Some humans bred with dragons, through many a magical way.&nbsp; But the key has always been adaptability."<br><br>He paused, his face showing for a moment the wear of years beyond count, the grief of loss, and the knowledge of pain.&nbsp; "And some of us decide that nothing and no one will limit us.&nbsp; We have such will we simply refuse to die, refuse to submit to limitations.&nbsp; You, Shaye, will be one of those in time.&nbsp; It may not be for years to come, but you will one day come to realize that nothing and no one will limit you.&nbsp; And then, you'll start to be like some of us.&nbsp; Those who don't die, who adapt so that if we appear to die, we simply fade for a while, and return elsewhere.&nbsp; Your power has been tapped.&nbsp; Now it's time to control it.&nbsp; Knowledge of your limits as they are has happened.&nbsp; You faced death, went almost completely over, and your life has awoken power in the face of that death."<br><br>"You'll be training with us both.&nbsp; Nymril with weaponry and flame, myself with magic and flame.&nbsp; Fire is your element, and from fire will your power come.&nbsp; The most basic of elements, that which brings life or death.&nbsp; Some of the books in the library will assist you in the building blocks of that power.&nbsp; Fire as the spark of life, or the great destructive, devouring force it may be.&nbsp; And once you're adept enough to hold you own, you have your debts to repay as you wish.&nbsp; But fear not for Callistra or Shade.&nbsp; Both have been made aware of your situation and circumstances.&nbsp; And while Shade is worried you train under his former master, Callistra is quite happy to know you're safe here.&nbsp; I have assured her of your well-being.&nbsp; If you desire, when you've trained, you may visit her under my watch."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 05:23:34</strong>
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				She actually liked hearing Gabriel's thoughts on humans and their ability to adapt.&nbsp; She didn't smile per say, but her she ate slower, was clearly listening to what he had to say, and the scowl even disappeared from her face.&nbsp; She liked the idea that even when dealing with beings that were stronger, smarter, and with more magic than them, humans managed to figure out ways to survive.&nbsp; Of course, she supposed she wasn't allowed to feel too much pride anymore, now that she'd uncovered her own not-so-human roots.&nbsp; But it was strange, she might have dragon blood in her, but she still couldn't make that connection.&nbsp; She could feel the change, but personality wise, the inside of her head still felt the same.&nbsp; She didn't have the culture, and somehow...she couldn't help but feel like that made all the difference.&nbsp; <br><br>Maybe if she ever met a dragon, she'd feel a sense of kinship towards them, but as things stood...She felt about as much of a connection to her dragon heritage as she did with her heritage with a stale slice of bread.&nbsp; <br><br>She continued not saying anything when he began to discuss the possibility of her not dying.&nbsp; She didn't say anything because, frankly, she wasn't sure how she felt about it.&nbsp; The fear of death had been one of the driving motivations throughout her life.&nbsp; Knowing that it might no longer be a concern...What was she supposed to run from now?&nbsp; Why steal, why grow stronger, why try; when you didn't need to concern yourself with freezing or starving to death?&nbsp; And what if she got bored?&nbsp; What if life lost it's zest, or it's fun? What then?<br><br>She kept these concerns to herself, automatically assuming that Gabriel might not think too highly of them.&nbsp; <br><br>She finally spoke when he mentioned Shade and Callistra.&nbsp; "You've been in touch with them? How?"&nbsp; Had he traveled back to Roden? When? His ability to transport was one of the skills Shaye hungered for.&nbsp; She remembered when he'd made coins appear from nothing, and how he'd transported the pair of them here, and built a keep from nothing.&nbsp; She could do a lot with a skill like that.&nbsp; <br><br>She was both impressed and nervous to his ability to know how much she wanted to see Callistra again.&nbsp; She'd thought that she hadn't let on to her feelings on the matter.&nbsp; It was becoming more and more clear that she wasn't nearly as skilled a liar as she'd originally thought she was.&nbsp; "When will that be?" She didn't bother pretending not to care, it wouldn't have worked on Gabriel anyway.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 06:23:02</strong>
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				Gabriel smiled, lifting one shoulder in a shrug.&nbsp; "That'll depend on you Shaye," he said softly.&nbsp; "It'll depend on how your training goes.&nbsp; You have to be able to defend yourself.&nbsp; While I will be around, there are always those out there who can, at the least, distract me enough to create an opening on you.&nbsp; So you'll have to be adept enough with your abilities to recognize potential danger and deal with it.&nbsp; Develop your style of using your power and a weapon of your choice.&nbsp; Combining the power of flame and some type of weapon will be crucial to that.&nbsp; Nymril will help you find where your strengths lie.&nbsp; I will teach you how to handle your power in a more magical nature.&nbsp; The combination will make you formidable.&nbsp; And that's what the goal should be."&nbsp; He'd pause in his speech, taking a breath and releasing it, and then staring at her.<br><br>"If you chose to leave right now, and make your own path, I'd let you.&nbsp; You are awakened, Shaye.&nbsp; That means instinct alone would let you survive most dangers.&nbsp; What are orcs and goblins, pickpockets and rapists, when you can bring forth jets of flame from your fingertips?&nbsp; Who's going to challenge you when a bit of focus and concentration will conjure fireballs or walls of fire?&nbsp; But the problem isn't so much as just doing that.&nbsp; It's about honing it to a point where you have perfect precision.&nbsp; If your target, or opponent, is the only one you need to defeat, but you slay a dozen bystanders, were you callous and cruel, or simply sloppy?"&nbsp; In order to prove the point, he'd lift his hand, palm up, conjuring a tiny flame into it.&nbsp; "Control is the greatest power.&nbsp; Without it...."&nbsp; And the flame burst into a chaotic dance, shooting high into the air and dribbling off of the sides of his palm, showing what he meant with his words.<br><br>"Power will take you far in life.&nbsp; Control is what limits you.&nbsp; With perfect control, there is no limit."&nbsp; Gabriel would smile ever so slightly before leaning back in the chair, letting himself rest it would seem.&nbsp; Even he was still human enough to show weariness.&nbsp; Perhaps it was less weariness and more loneliness, but still, there was a visible emotional strain he bore.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 19:45:13</strong>
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				She felt like she could defend herself, especially now that she had such amazing powers.&nbsp; She could draw fire out from nothing, and her skin felt stronger than ever before.&nbsp; How could she not defend herself with abilities as amazing as these?&nbsp; She didn't like the idea of needing someone to look out for her, protecting her, when she felt so capable already.&nbsp; "I want to use daggers." She'd known that since long ago.&nbsp; She'd lost her own pair when Gabriel had nabbed her out of Callistra's whorehouse.&nbsp; She'd been so unprepared for the abduction that except for what she'd had on her, she'd lost everything.&nbsp; Her daggers, her comb, and a stash of money had all been abandoned.&nbsp; She wondered if whatever whore had taken over her room was enjoying them, or if Callistra had found her possessions and was keeping them safe for her.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Her brow furrowed when he offered to release her.&nbsp; He'd offered that to her once before, and when she'd taken him up on it she'd nearly been killed by a horde of goblins.&nbsp; Did he think she would fall for the same trick twice?&nbsp; Shaye knew she wasn't the brightest pupil a person could have, but she wasn't a complete fool.&nbsp; But then he was going on to explain the importance of control.&nbsp; She could understand that, especially with a power like fire, being able to control your strength was important.&nbsp; The fire in Gabriel's hand was reflected in the gold of Shaye's eyes, and as she watches it burst into a chaotic dance, she was surprised at the sense of yearning that she felt.&nbsp; "Sometimes..." she begins, still staring at where the fire once was, "I think I like it better wild.&nbsp; Is that strange?"&nbsp; It was safer to prefer the tame fire, but....<br><br>She finally turns her gaze away from his hands and instead takes int he sight of the lonely, weary young man who was so determined to make her something other than subpar.&nbsp; "I don't understand you." Shaye finally says with a sigh, leaning back in her own chair,&nbsp; crossing her arms over her chest.&nbsp; "You are lonely, yet you put yourself in a totally isolated place." She still hated the open air and endless amount of greenery found in the wilderness.&nbsp; "Your only company a selfish vampire, an untrusting student, and a genie.&nbsp; And you've chosen that for yourself.&nbsp; It makes no sense." <br><br>"I've seen you pull coins from nowhere and build a castle from nothing. Why not show off in the capital? There are tons of people who'd be happy to keep you warm in the night for a few coins, get famous enough and there'd be some who'd keep you company for nothing more than to say that they've seen you.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 01:24:09</strong>
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				"Daggers are a good choice," Gabriel commented.&nbsp; "You can use them up close and personal, or throw them for a mid-range.&nbsp; Couple that with the magic you learn, it'll give you a formidable arsenal."&nbsp; Gabriel watched her, even taking in everything that she said.&nbsp; When she asked about himself, he'd smile lightly.&nbsp; After all, it was the first time she'd done so that he could remember.&nbsp; At least, without the street sarcasm that she usually showed.&nbsp; "I don't understand me either, Shaye.&nbsp; However, I will try to explain things."&nbsp; A pause, he'd shift to get himself a bit more comfortable, and then look at her.&nbsp; She had his full attention, and he expected the same.<br><br>"When I was young, I was a dilettante.&nbsp; A fop.&nbsp; I went to social gatherings, I was a noble on my world.&nbsp; I would bed a woman without thinking, not caring of the consequences.&nbsp; The life was empty.&nbsp; I was a vacant, insipid creature that only cared about the next indulgence, the next big thing amongst society.&nbsp; But I grew bored.&nbsp; I wanted more, so I started to study magic.&nbsp; I had a knack for it, and began to distance myself from the social gatherings.&nbsp; Do you know the problems that presents?&nbsp; When you withdraw, people get interested.&nbsp; And I had developed quite a few enemies.&nbsp; That is what started my solitude.&nbsp; And the attempts on my life."<br><br>"Do you know the amount of fear people have when they know you can wipe them out with barely a thought?&nbsp; If I focused a bit of magic, I could kill the entirety of the capital that I took you from.&nbsp; Every single person, snuffed out.&nbsp; The people look at me with fear, not anything else.&nbsp; I've done nothing to harm a good person in longer than I can remember.&nbsp; But it still exists.&nbsp; That's why Shade did not bother you when I was there.&nbsp; He knew better.&nbsp; I didn't train him, but I visited with Nymril while he was.&nbsp; So he knows the power I wield."<br><br>Gabriel sighed, rubbing his brow with a hand.&nbsp; "I told you once, I had been married.&nbsp; She chose her god over our marriage.&nbsp; I've never seen my daughter.&nbsp; So I have a very distinct emptiness that I have yet to fill.&nbsp; I tried to, once, by allowing myself to be seduced by a demoness.&nbsp; She had someone that I had grown fond of, and I wanted to be with her.&nbsp; That person also chose someone other than me.&nbsp; I am isolated because I have been rejected.&nbsp; I've yet to find someone who gives a damn about me for me, and not what I can provide, the power I wield.&nbsp; So why show off?&nbsp; I have no need to.&nbsp; I did it in front of you because I sensed you would find a measure of enjoyment in it.&nbsp; If I wanted a warm body, I could look at a woman and make it so.&nbsp; But I seek more.&nbsp; I'm no longer the youngling I was when I would bed any woman I wanted.&nbsp; I've...aged.&nbsp; I'm old now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 23:13:03</strong>
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				"That's the idea." Shaye agrees with a slow nod.&nbsp; "I had a pair of my own before you nabbed me." A quick reminder to the fact that she hadn't forgotten her initial level of willingness, and his lack of care towards the matter.&nbsp; She might appreciate it now, but she hadn't forgotten.&nbsp; She wouldn't forget.&nbsp; He could pay her all the kindnesses in the world, give her a hundred meals, a thousand bedrooms.&nbsp; She wouldn't forget how he'd pretended to give her a choice, only to take it away when her answer hadn't suited his own desires. <br><br>Yet, as much as she held that grudge close to her heart, she couldn't see Gabriel as a society boy.&nbsp; He was just too....serious, for such a role.&nbsp; The idea that he would hop from party to party, from woman to woman...it was almost comical.&nbsp; She just couldn't wrap her head around it.&nbsp; She didn't know that when you withdrew people grew interested, mostly because no one had really been interested in Shaye until about a month ago; so on that end, she couldn't relate.&nbsp; but she still listened.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes widen considerably when she listens to him explain just how powerful he was.&nbsp; She'd known he had power, he'd told her as much, shown her as much.&nbsp; But she hadn't really considered the extent of it.&nbsp; The idea that he could murder such a large amount of people, all at once.&nbsp; The idea that he could manipulate a woman into <em>lwanting</em> him.&nbsp; It was too much to comprehend.&nbsp; There was no way she would have been able to guess at the depth of his powers.&nbsp; "You still didn't really answer my question."&nbsp; She says after a moment or two of tense silence.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you seek more, your doing a bad job of it." She was once again referring to his choice of companions.&nbsp; "It can't be that difficult to find someone desperate for affection.&nbsp; Go to a slum, find yourself a starving child." Advice to a person who so desperately wanted love, from a person who had none to give.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 01:31:10</strong>
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				Gabriel would chuckle at her last words.&nbsp; "What didn't I answer?"&nbsp; He paused, thinking on her words.&nbsp; "Showing off at the capital?&nbsp; Not on my agenda.&nbsp; I have a student to teach, first and foremost.&nbsp; Second of all...perhaps you're right.&nbsp; Perhaps I need to open a school of sorts.&nbsp; The problem would be the people.&nbsp; Find who to staff it?&nbsp; Most spellhurlers are interested only in their own power.&nbsp; They have no desire to teach, to train.&nbsp; And I am but one person.&nbsp; But perhaps I could find an assistant or two.&nbsp; Who knows?"&nbsp; He shrugged his shoulders, but would cast her a weary smile.&nbsp; "But I can assure you, I cannot save all the starving children in the world.&nbsp; I would not want them to feel in debted to me, and most of them would.&nbsp; You do, as well, in your own way."<br><br>"I will eventually find love.&nbsp; Maybe not on this world, but there are countless others.&nbsp; Just as if you stare into the sky at night, all those gleaming stars, each one is a world in and of itself.&nbsp; So the only thing I must do is visit enough of them until something clicks.&nbsp; Who knows?&nbsp; Maybe I'll find one in which my life finds fulfillment, and I can pass away in peace.&nbsp; Will myself out of existence, or into the afterlife with her.&nbsp; But, that is neither here nor there.&nbsp; I apologize, get me waxing poetic and you turn me into a besotten, hopeless romantic."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 16:57:22</strong>
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				Shaye frowns, leaning back in her chair while balancing on the back two legs, her knees resting up on the table top.&nbsp; Clearly she was finished eating.&nbsp; "Well, it wasn't a question...just more of something I wanted a better explanation for." She had clearly failed in her pathetic attempt at subtlety, but didn't mind much.&nbsp; At this point it was fairly obvious that Shaye's first, second, and third technique for gathering information was the direct approach.<br><br>"Why spend time with Nymril and me, when you could be out searching for the love of your life?"&nbsp; The vampire and the thief didn't exactly make for good company.&nbsp; If it was her, she wouldn't waste her time on anyone who couldn't get her closer to her goal.&nbsp; She just couldn't understand Gabriel.&nbsp; She didn't think she ever would.&nbsp; "Why waste your time with us at all?" <br><br>She stares at him in silence as he goes on about some form of romantic drivel.&nbsp; She would never understand him.&nbsp; This kind of thinking just went past her.&nbsp; She sets her seat back onto all four of it's legs, and stands up.&nbsp; "Can we return to training now?"&nbsp; She was done delving into Gabriel's heart.&nbsp; She wanted to see what she could do now that her body was apparently fully tapped in to it's dragon blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 00:38:37</strong>
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				Gabriel would incline his head, the sad, sardonic smile crossing his face for a moment before he would stand, reaching out a hand as the gentleman he was, to assist her from her seat.&nbsp; "By all means," he said.&nbsp; "You will find yourself acclimated now, far beyond you were before.&nbsp; Fire is in your blood, it is in your very essence.&nbsp; You will wield it easier than you did before.&nbsp; Now, the power is there.&nbsp; What you will need now is control."&nbsp; Assuming she'd allow herself to be assisted out of her seat, he'd start walking to the staircase that would lead them up to the training grounds.&nbsp; This time, there were no straw dummies that would do nothing in return to her.&nbsp; She found herself beside Gabriel, staring at moving targets.&nbsp; Creatures that looked little more than mud, they were the weakest of golems.&nbsp; "These are your first practice this time," Gabriel said as he gestured towards them.<br><br>"You have power, as I said.&nbsp; Now you need control.&nbsp; The right amount of power will harden the mud and prevent them from moving.&nbsp; Too little, and they shall strike you with boulders of mud that will not kill you, but you will feel it for a few days.&nbsp; Too much fire, and you bake them, turning them into the next step of golem.&nbsp; If you think a mud golem is difficult, a stone golem is much moreso.&nbsp; I have their magical resistance down so you may use your powers with impunity.&nbsp; This is your first live combat.&nbsp; I'm hoping you don't get overwhelmed."&nbsp; Gabriel would bow towards her and take a few steps away, keeping his eyes on both her and the golems.<br><br>The creatures stared at her with unintelligent eyes.&nbsp; They were automatons that had been given enough spark to exist, and little more.&nbsp; Their commands were simple.&nbsp; Attack and respond.&nbsp; Only one could strike at a time.&nbsp; But they were set to strike with all their lethal force.&nbsp; It was up to Shaye to adapt to the situation at hand, to prevent too much harm from herself and to also defeat the enemies at hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 22:15:39</strong>
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				He once more refused to explain why he was bothering with her and Nymril, something that Shaye found quite suspicious.&nbsp; But beggars could not be choosers, and she needed him to become stronger.&nbsp; Well, that wasn't necessarily true.&nbsp; She only needed him in the sense that he was the only one present who was actively willing to teach her.&nbsp; She'd been more than happy with the arrangement Gavrel and her had made, which was virtually sex for learning the basics of combat.&nbsp; She'd also been more than happy with Callistra, who had taught her how to read out of a debt to Shade and out of the kindness of her heart.&nbsp; It still upset Shaye that she'd been forced out of a place where she'd been closer to happy than she'd ever believed was possible before she'd even been able to appreciate it.&nbsp; Not that she'd tell Gabriel that.&nbsp; She doubted it would mean much to him.&nbsp; <br><br>But that was neither here nor there.&nbsp; Sex with Nymril had given her the gift of transformation, and she wanted to see what her new body could do.&nbsp; So she followed Gabriel eagerly as he led her away from the main kitchen and up the staircase to the training grounds.&nbsp; As he summoned the golems, the young magic user raises her hands, more than ready to make the mud things boil.&nbsp; Of course, then Gabriel was explaining the true purpose of the training, and she instantly knew that there would be a problem.&nbsp; Self-control wasn't exactly her strong suit, and sure enough, when the first golem began to amble towards her; she released a strong gust of fire that covered the monster's entire body in flame.&nbsp; Too strong.&nbsp; Too hot.&nbsp; Before her eyes it began to bake into the next stage of golem.&nbsp; <br><br>"So how do I beat a baked golem?" She demands as she bakes away from the hardened creature.&nbsp; The idea of being hit with a pile of mud didn't appeal to her, but she'd rather that then a more powerful version of the thing.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 01:18:44</strong>
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				Gabriel was debating letting something happen to her to prove a point, but decided against it.&nbsp; Instead, as the creature began to fling a stone larger than her, Gabriel raised a hand and let a note escape his lips.&nbsp; The creature dissipated into nothingness, and all that was left to strike her was a fistful of sparkling powder.&nbsp; "You don't," he said softly.&nbsp; "You aren't capable of that yet.&nbsp; You've got the power, Shaye, but you don't have the control.&nbsp; The knowledge.&nbsp; That is why you are practicing with me here.&nbsp; You'd do fine on your own out in the world, until you ran into something you cant just demolish with a thought.&nbsp; So control is what you need now.&nbsp; Knowledge of how best to use your power."&nbsp; Gabriel sucked in a breath, and instead of lecturing, he would show her.<br><br>A fling of one hand and a burst of flame shot out from his fingertips, striking a golem and stopping it in its tracks.&nbsp; He spun, showing off that he was more than a mere mage or scholar, flicking the same hand to hurl tiny balls of fire at other targets.&nbsp; And they, like the first, hardened and became immobile.&nbsp; Once all the foes were taken care of in that fashion, he brought his hands together and drew upon the power within himself.&nbsp; She could feel as he let the power build, concentrating it into his hands as he walked towards the golems.&nbsp; Heat came off of his hands in waves at the power of fire that he held within them.&nbsp; He looked at her, his eyes holding the depths of the universe within them for a moment, before he drove his hand into the chest of the golem.<br><br>Superheated fist struck rock and the resulting explosion was of a spectacular display.&nbsp; Gabriel turned to look at her, a lock of hair falling across his face, and suddenly it would become evident that for all his talk, for all his speech and conversations, there was a killer within.&nbsp; There was a person that had passed beyond human limitations, had transcended what people would call good and evil, and merely existed, knowing that he was one of the few beings in all of existence that would only die if he so desired.&nbsp; He extended his hand out towards her, the heat dissipating until it was gone.<br><br>"Everything has a weakness," he said.&nbsp; "Everything.&nbsp; I am not exempt.&nbsp; But I have been so blatant about mine that it's almost...blase.&nbsp; You will discover that as you grow, as you become more powerful, your weaknesses will also fall away.&nbsp; If you survive and reach to the same heights that Nymril and I stand at, you'll be in rare company.&nbsp; But remember what it does to you.&nbsp; You've seen us two, in brief.&nbsp; There are few others, and they are more...out of touch than us.&nbsp; But you will learn.&nbsp; You have seen how to handle things.&nbsp; Tap that power inside."<br><br>Gabriel would walk away from her then, setting himself far enough away that he could keep an eye on her but also have his privacy.&nbsp; The facade of humanity had slipped, and it was taking him some time to bring it back under control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 03:55:11</strong>
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				Shaye glared at Gabriel as he refuses to let her do away with the golem and instead explained why she would be unable to defeat it on her own.&nbsp; She'd made a mistake, but she hadn't paid for it.&nbsp; It made her even angrier to know that he was right.&nbsp; She didn't have the control she needed, didn't have enough practice.&nbsp; She was an amateur, totally and completely.&nbsp; <br><br>He began to offer up a display of his own power, and Shaye was stunned into silence.&nbsp; This was the first time she'd seen Gabriel use his powers offensively.&nbsp; He'd impressed her at Callistra's, and when she wasn't being furious at him he'd filled her with disbelief when he'd created this keep out of nothing.&nbsp; But now?&nbsp; She was empty of all feelings except awe.&nbsp; She'd underestimated him.&nbsp; She'd been angry, and petty, and she hadn't really seen who Gabriel was.&nbsp; And he was something....else.&nbsp; His power left her wordless, she had no sarcastic quip to hide behind, no cynical point of view.&nbsp; In his gaze was a world Shaye had no real understanding of.&nbsp; <br><br>Then he turned away, and she was left nothing but the remaining mud golems and the promise of unleashed potential.&nbsp; Would she ever be at the same height as Gabriel or Nymril?&nbsp; She couldn't imagine a world where that was the case, but she'd work her fucking hardest to make sure it happened.&nbsp; <br><br>And so it was.<br><br>The days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned to months, and Shaye never left the keep where she was being trained.&nbsp; Her days mimicked each other; filled with nothing but reading, writing, training, and the occasional hate-sex session with Nymril.&nbsp; She was stronger than she had been, smarter as well.&nbsp; Occasionally Shaye would make a double take whenever she walked past a mirror, as the person in the reflective glass was nothing like the woman she'd always known herself to be.&nbsp; At Callistra's, she'd learned to read, write, and keep herself clean.&nbsp; At Gabriel's, she'd learned to fight, to strengthen her power, and use it properly.<br><br>Her temper had remained as it was, and no amount of meditation or contemplation over her navel seemed to help the short fuse that was her exploding mind, but at the very least she now had the power to protect herself, should her bark attract those who truly wished to bite.&nbsp; Even now, as she sat in her favorite place, at the very top of the keep, frustration bit at her mind, matching the frequent brush of wind.&nbsp; The world had changed since she'd arrived, the plush green of the forest that surrounded the building had turned into a bright white.&nbsp; Snow covered the land for as far as the eye could see, and Shaye hated it almost as much as she'd originally hated the plush green environment when she'd first arrived.&nbsp; <br><br>She was never cold any more, the heat of her soul always burning through to her skin, but she could almost feel the weather effecting her abilities.&nbsp; It was an insignificant change, but she could feel the cold preventing her flames from <em>truly</em> bursting, or how it seemed that her movements were just the slightest bit more sluggish.&nbsp; A winter wonderland was no place for a dragon blooded, at least, not a gold dragon blooded.&nbsp; <br><br>Releasing a puff of air, she watches it form in the cold air only to disappear a moment later.&nbsp; "I'm bored." She complains to the night sky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 01:53:23</strong>
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				It wasn't her mentor that appeared next to her, but rather Nymril as he simply sat next to her, appearing from nothingness.&nbsp; "Then go out," he said simply.&nbsp; "You don't have to stay here right now.&nbsp; You've honed yourself as much as we'll be able to teach you for the time being.&nbsp; We won't be able to keep you here forever.&nbsp; Gabriel won't say you can leave, but then again my cousin is tempremental at best.&nbsp; Plus, I know he hasn't been laid in more years than I can count without taking off my boots."&nbsp; He flashed her a hint of fang as he would gesture towards the forest, gazing at her and then out there once again.&nbsp; "You, Shaye, must go and make of things what you will.&nbsp; Your fundamentals are sound.&nbsp; Your training is about as complete as can be without giving you live fire practice.&nbsp; So go, do something.&nbsp; If you wish to be taken to a city, I'll take you there.&nbsp; Make of life what you will."<br><br>Nymril would lean back on the wall, elbows against the stone as he looked up into the sky.&nbsp; "I'll say you're competent.&nbsp; Not great, and certainly not at a level of some of my other students, but competent.&nbsp; Avoid Shade unless you're willing to take him up on his offer to strike at the nobility.&nbsp; He's a good kid.&nbsp; Just...being tortured changes a person.&nbsp; Trust me on that one."&nbsp; He looked at her, and the smile turned into a full fledged shit eating grin.&nbsp; "Or you could come give me a ride again.&nbsp; It's been a while since we had a nice little romp.&nbsp; You're a wildcat in the sack.&nbsp; Probably because you're trying to push me as far as you can, seeing if it'll be the time I finally devour you."&nbsp; But then he gave a mock, exaggerated sigh.&nbsp; "But I know it's not meant to be.&nbsp; Plus it'd be weird now.&nbsp; I've been teaching you."<br><br>He'd snap his wrist out and a pair of daggers would slide out from beneath the length of his sleeve.&nbsp; The things were as black as the moonless night, runes carved into them.&nbsp; They were only ornate in the sense that they were not usual in their appearance.&nbsp; Set in the obsidian metal of their pommels was a dark red gem, closer to the appearance of blood then a garnet or ruby.&nbsp; Within them could be seen a light, glinting at her, beckoning.&nbsp; "These are yours," he said.&nbsp; "I had them commissioned from an ally.&nbsp; The metal is nigh-unbreakable, very few weapons would compare.&nbsp; It'll shear bone and meat like nothing.&nbsp; The runes are Gabriel's creation.&nbsp; Not for any form of enhancement, mind you.&nbsp; These are going to draw upon you to make them be truly powerful.<br><br>"The stones will serve as a bridge between the blades and your soul.&nbsp; When your power is within the blades, the runes will shine like fire.&nbsp; The gems will let you channel your abilities through them.&nbsp; However you wish to use them you will be able to.&nbsp; Use your imagination.&nbsp; But just remember that your teachers gave them to you.&nbsp; We'll be around should you need us, but at this point in time, you are your own woman.&nbsp; To call on us would be asking a favor of us.&nbsp; And we collect favors.&nbsp; And a favor owed is one that can be called in for any reason."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 03:18:37</strong>
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				Shaye directs a rather irritated look at Nymril as he chooses to appear next to her, spitting out his unheeded advice as he always did.&nbsp; She didn't flinch at his sudden arrival, having grown far too well trained to nearly fall off the roof as she had on their first encounter.&nbsp; "He hasn't had sex because he's not after sex.&nbsp; He want's someone to love."&nbsp; If all Gabriel had wanted was a good fuck, he could have had one from Shaye ages ago.&nbsp; It was just the knowledge that there were strings attached that kept Shaye from treating Gabriel in the same way that she treated Nymril.&nbsp; "Don't act like you don't already know that."&nbsp; Nymril had been training her for months now, but Shaye's feelings towards him had remained the same.&nbsp; Gabriel she'd grown to appreciate more, but she'd kept her heart hard to him in a way that she sometime speculated was purely out of spite.&nbsp; <br><br>He only continued to raise her ire when he referenced the fact that while her skills had increased to a certain level of competency, she was far from being at the level of some of his other students.&nbsp; "Always happy to be compared to my predecessors." She snaps at him, feeling rather proud that she was able to use such an accomplished sounding word as, 'predecessors'.&nbsp; "I'll have to go back to Shade eventually.&nbsp; I said I would."&nbsp; She didn't have much outside of her word, and despite everything else, if it wasn't for Shade she'd never have made it this far.&nbsp; He was the first one to see her, he deserved compensation for that.&nbsp; She'd help him how she could, even if she didn't give two shits about his quest against the nobility.&nbsp; "But God help me if he want's to stay in Roden." She'd never go back there.&nbsp; She dreamed about it at times.&nbsp; The cold, the hunger, the dark and dirty alleyways and the dark and dirty people...how could she forget?&nbsp; But she'd outgrown Roden.&nbsp; It took reminding at times, but it was the truth.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fuck you Nymril."&nbsp; And not in the good way.&nbsp; She wasn't about to fuck him again, despite his proposition.&nbsp; She knew he wasn't really serious.&nbsp; The easiest sign that Nyrmil wanted to fuck around was when he really started to poke and prod at her inner flame, her soul.&nbsp; It was like he had a death wish, like he actually LIKED getting burned.&nbsp; Pushing those thoughts aside, she eyes the daggers he held out to her suspiciously.&nbsp; It wasn't like Nymril to get sentimental.&nbsp; It was less like him to offer up a gift without any strings attached.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking the daggers from him, she grasps each one carefully in either hand, getting a feel for the powerful pieces of metal.&nbsp; It felt good, it felt right.&nbsp; And they were the right size, which was proof enough that Nymril spoke the truth when he spoke of receiving a commission.&nbsp; "How kind of you both." She straps the daggers to her belt and rises to her feet.<br><br>"Then you won't hear from me again.&nbsp; You know me Nymril, I'm not a big fan of owing people things."&nbsp; And god only knew what Nymril or Gabriel would want from her.&nbsp; "I want to head to the East....I made a promise to someone once, that I'd go see the Dragon Kingdoms."&nbsp; Not that Nymril would care about sentimental nothings said in the sack.&nbsp; "Besides, it seems only right that I pay homage to the place where my blood comes from." She sends him a shit eating grin of her own in his direction. "Will a portal out of here count as a favor?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 03:29:43</strong>
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				Nymril was smiling at her witty comments at him.&nbsp; It had been such a long time since anyone bantered with him so easily.&nbsp; He'd stand, turning to look at her once over before he inclined his head.&nbsp; Moving slowly so she wouldn't think he was trying to harm her, he'd reach out to cup her face between his hands and kiss her lightly on the forehead.&nbsp; A gesture of care, and one that was obvious he didn't show often.&nbsp; "You will grow to be a fine creature one day," he said as he removed his hands.&nbsp; "And you brought some much needed enjoyment to my long, lonely road.&nbsp; I will take you to the Dragon Kingdoms, but you'll have to be quite wary there.&nbsp; It is not a very...friendly place to be a female who is not obedient and submissive."&nbsp; A hand came and brushed through her hair, sighing.<br><br>"You'll find your own path.&nbsp; Until then, allow me to inform you some of the Dragon Kingdoms."&nbsp; He'd lean against a parapet, gazing out over the snow-covered landscape.&nbsp; "The kingdoms were not truly formed by dragons, but carry the name because of how revered the creatures are.&nbsp; It is, in truth, a great gathering of warlords, each seeking to outdo the other.&nbsp; It is rumored that whoever unites the land will be granted the power of a deity and rule in whatever manner the person chooses.&nbsp; It is a beautiful place, at least at night.&nbsp; Never been there during the day, obviously."&nbsp; A pause and he'd smile at her.&nbsp; "You'd have to ask Gabriel what it's most like, but I believe he'd say the warring states era of China.&nbsp; A land from a world you know nothing about."<br><br>"My suggestion is simple.&nbsp; Find the warlord that speaks to your soul.&nbsp; I don't think you want love, not at this point in your life, but perhaps you wish someone who will respect your powers and your abilities.&nbsp; Not a weak man, but a confident one.&nbsp; Sure you may indulge in a romp or two, but I think he'll be the one that will teach you on your next path in life.&nbsp; You are forged by the fires of your life.&nbsp; Let me speak to you as someone who's forged from having to kill one's own family.&nbsp; Pick the flames that temper you in the most even fashion.&nbsp; Flames that are too hot make the metal brittle.&nbsp; Flames that aren't hot enough will not shape the metal.&nbsp; You need the flame that will not only shape you, but will hone you."<br><br>Nymril would extend a hand to her, his eyes sleepy and his smile sardonic.&nbsp; A predator at rest.&nbsp; "I will wish you neither a safe journey nor an easy one.&nbsp; I wish you the journey that you want, to a future of your own making."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 03:53:30</strong>
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				Wide golden eyes stare up at Nymril as he places a kiss on her forehead, and for once Shaye was speechless.&nbsp; He'd never done anything like this before.&nbsp; He'd kissed her, but those kisses were as much a battle as anything else; all tongue and teeth.&nbsp; There was something very sincere about the kiss to the forehead, and if Shaye had been raised by any one particular adult she might have thought it rather maternal.&nbsp; So she took him seriously when he offered her confidence over her future, and offered up no contrary biting phrases in return.&nbsp; "I'm used to unfriendly places, you know that."&nbsp; Roden wasn't just referred to as the world's rat nest because of it's name alone after all.&nbsp; She was certain that she could handle whatever the Dragon Kingdoms had to offer.<br><br>When he began to explain how the Kingdoms worked, she squinted her eyes a little.&nbsp; She'd already known that the Dragon Kingdoms was a large clump of independently run kingdoms in a huge country, that was the sort of thing that even the lowliest urchin knew about the world.&nbsp; But then he went on to explain things that she didn't know, like how the warlords were constantly competing against one another.&nbsp; How whoever united them would gain the powers of a god.&nbsp; A tempting offer to anyone, it wasn't a surprise to hear that the warlords were after each other's throats for such a prize.&nbsp; "You two talk about other worlds too much.&nbsp; I know so little about this world, I can't be bothered to learn about one's I'll never go to."&nbsp; 'Because she hadn't been taught to worldwalk' was left unsaid.<br><br>Find her own warlord? She was certain she could manage that.&nbsp; Twisting the ruby red ring on her right hand, Shaye listens in silence as Nymril offers more advice for what to do after she'd made it to the Dragon Kingdoms.&nbsp; She wondered if she'd be able to find the right kind of flames.&nbsp; She had her doubts, not having complete faith in her own judge of character, but there wasn't enough gold in hell for her to confess such a thing to someone like Nymril.&nbsp; Caught up in playing with Gabriel's gift, she avoids staring Nymril in the eye until he'd finished giving her his final piece of advice. <br><br>When he was finished, Shaye offered him a smile that was utterly unattractive.&nbsp; It was crooked, and awkward, but it was probably the most sincere she'd been since she'd arrived at the Keep.&nbsp; She took his hand, choosing that if this really was to be their last conversation, then it would be a waste to end it with anything less than honesty.&nbsp; "You know something Nymril?&nbsp; I don't like you.&nbsp; At all.&nbsp; But I'll always remember you."&nbsp; And she'd miss him too.&nbsp; Looking at the monster in front of her, she knew that it was true.&nbsp; It would be in her own way, but she'd miss him, and Gabriel as well.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 04:02:32</strong>
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				"Ah you wound me to the quick," he said as he held her hand firmly.&nbsp; "Oh wait.&nbsp; No, that was indigestion from eating someone earlier.&nbsp; Carry on."&nbsp; The only appropriate thing for Nymril to say would have been that.&nbsp; Anything else would have made things more strange than they already were.&nbsp; Besides, it let him have the last word of the conversation.&nbsp; Once the words were spoken, she'd get to feel what his version of world walking was.&nbsp; Everything was still, as if she couldn't breathe, her blood couldn't pulse, as if everything was completely and utterly stagnant for a moment of time.&nbsp; And just as quickly as it happened, it would disappear as she'd find herself standing in a meadow of cherry blossoms, the land ripe with spring, the world full of life.<br><br>She would be alone in the meadow, nothing but the trees around her.&nbsp; Given the bright light, it was obvious why Nymril didn't take her himself to this place.&nbsp; Instead, she was left to do exactly what he'd said she would have to do.&nbsp; Mark her own path.&nbsp; In the distance, beyond the edge of the meadow, she would be able to see flashes of smoke and the sounds of screams.&nbsp; Someone was under attack, and she'd have her first opportunity to test out her abilities without a mentor around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 04:14:43</strong>
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				Shaye's mouth curled into a snarl, and she seemed eager and ready to respond to Nymril's quip, when suddenly the world froze.&nbsp; But that wasn't quit right, the world changed.&nbsp; The entire pressure of life fell down on her, as he blood paused in it's motions, and the entire universe froze for just one brief moment.&nbsp; It was unbearable, but before she could even begin to appreciate the agony of frozen time, everything returned to normal.&nbsp; Except of course, for the fact that she was alone, it was day time, and the terrain was completely different from what she'd been dealing with for the past several months.&nbsp; <br><br>"He would drop me in the middle of the woods." Shaye grumbles to herself, because there was no one there to hear her.&nbsp; But there were things for her to hear.&nbsp; Furrowing her brow as she see's the smoke in the distance, and hears the screams of what were undoubtably villagers, Shaye's automatic reaction is to turn in the opposite direction.&nbsp; It wasn't her problem.&nbsp; It wasn't her business.&nbsp; She had no reason to interfere, and if people died then they had no one to blame but themselves.<br><br>But...she <em>had</em> been wanting to test her skills out on opponents that hadn't been created by Gabrel.&nbsp; And she <em>had</em> just been given a pair of exceptionally nice daggers as a parting gift.&nbsp; In a way, she would be acting against her own self interest by <em>not</em> interfering.<br><br>Mind made up, Shaye begins to walk in the direction of the noise, the dark haired beauty gripping out her daggers as a rather bloodthirsty look plays across her golden eyes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>06-10-2013, 19:02:34</strong>
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				The sight would be something that would be very different to the city-born and bred Shaye.&nbsp; There were a few wagons, circled around as people screamed in a language that she'd not be able to understand immediately.&nbsp; Surrounding the wagons, directing attacks at the people in the center, were horsemen wearing full segmented plate armor, feathers displayed on their shoulders and helms.&nbsp; The men on horses were riding around, presenting the people hidden behind the wagons a difficult target to strike.&nbsp; Arrows flew this way and that, and injuries were racking up on both sides.&nbsp; The screams continued until the horsemen eventually started lighting torches and throwing them into the wagons.&nbsp; The people would be killed in short order if things were let to continue.<br><br>Until there was a loud roar that seemed to shake the very earth itself as a new rider joined the fray.&nbsp; The horse was a massive thing, the size of any other horse twice over if not moreso, and the rider was just as massive.&nbsp; Wielding a large polearm in one hand, the halberd would be held at the ready as he charged directly into the fray.&nbsp; For a large man he moved like the wind, sweeping his weapon in a stroke that cleaved man and horse in one simple maneuver.&nbsp; There was a pause as he would open his mouth and bellow again, this time the wind generated by the bellow blowing out the flames in a most unusual fashion, simply peeling them from the wagons and sending it dissipating into the air.<br><br>The horsemen paused in their attack on the wagons, looking at one another.&nbsp; Then, in sync, the group spurred their horses away from the situation at hand.&nbsp; Or at least...that's what it appeared to be.&nbsp; Until more horsemen crested a hill and started towards their comrades, many of them readying bows.&nbsp; The large man, wearing similar style armor as the horsemen, would quickly drop off his horse and start attaching the wagons to him.&nbsp; "Lead them to safety Thunder!" he said in a loud roar.&nbsp; "I'll hold the line!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 00:29:18</strong>
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				Shaye watched as the horsemen surrounded the wagons and began to set fire to them.&nbsp; This wasn't a fight so much as it was a butchery. The wagon people were villagers, families who clearly had little to no ability in defending themselves.&nbsp; Thanks to their horses the armored men were faster, and they were also better armed and armored.&nbsp; This was no true battle, not a contest of strength.&nbsp; This was an entire gang of thugs beating an old man in an alleyway.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd just been prepared to start fighting fire with fire, when a new contender appeared.&nbsp; Steadying herself at the sound of a mighty roar, gold eyes peer into the battle as a mighty horseman appears to defend the wagon people.&nbsp; The horse itself was terrifying, twice the size of any horse she'd seen in Roden (not that there had been many) and seemed to have a keener intelligence than the dull eyed beasts she was accustomed to getting out of the way for.&nbsp; It had the horseman at the scene of the battle in moments, and then the man himself proved his might by cutting down an armored man and using his voice to cut out the fire that had been blazing amongst the wagons.&nbsp; <br><br>In a moment, it looked as though he was victorious, until a moment later it looked as though he was completely outnumbered.&nbsp; But then, that was what she was there for.<br><br>She walked out of the woods at a steady pace, neither too slow nor too fast, her movements laughable in comparison to the rumble of horses and soldiers headed directly towards the man whose side Shaye had chosen in her own.<br><br>What must she look like to these soldiers? A wisp of a woman, pitch black hair cascading down her back, wearing a plain brown dress, the material a thick wool that while common in her country, was foreign to the Dragon Kingdoms.&nbsp; Bronzed skin and beautiful, her skin was clear of any sign of grime, something that should have existed after having come directly out of the woods.&nbsp; And of course, her eyes.&nbsp; Gold eyes, a shining hue that belayed the inhuman tint of her blood.&nbsp; The pointed nature of two of her teeth, and the clawed nature of her finger nails only added more evidence.&nbsp; Of course, those were all observations to be made on closer inspection.&nbsp; And the majority of the horseman that rushed forward would never get such an opportunity.&nbsp; <br><br>She raised her hands in the air before billowing them down and outwards, in an instant releasing a tidal wave of flame that washed towards the horsemen.&nbsp; "Gotta fight fire with fire."&nbsp; She quips, feeling rather clever as she does so.&nbsp; Glancing towards the large and impressive man, Shaye offers him a smile.&nbsp; "Hope you don't mind me joining in the fun."&nbsp; What an entrance.&nbsp; Nymril would be proud.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 01:36:57</strong>
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				The fire had an immediate effect as people were engulfed in flame, screams rending the air.&nbsp; The mountain of a man stood next to her, cocking his head from one side to the other, trying to figure out what she was about.&nbsp; He would eventually shrug and start speaking in a language that was not something she'd understand.&nbsp; He'd see that there would be no response, he'd sigh, and would motion for her with a beefy hand.&nbsp; His horse had taken off, and with it, the wagons and those people who'd gone with them.&nbsp; However, as he spoke, more to himself than to her, she'd start to get the gist of what he was saying, if not the actual words.&nbsp; The magic in her blood would respond, and in short time, she'd be able to understand him, if not speak with him.<br><br>"Damned fools," he'd mutter, holding his halberd over his shoulder as he trudged along at a slow pace, eyes kept on the road following the tracks of horse and wagon.&nbsp; "The Scarlet Brotherhood knows no common decency.&nbsp; Were it not for their magic, the Emperor would have shattered them by now.&nbsp; Unfortunately, this isn't going to be the end of it."&nbsp; He'd pause in his speech, turning to look at Shaye as he walked, whether she followed him or not.&nbsp; "And then there's this one.&nbsp; A sorceress of some type, never seen her before.&nbsp; Here's hoping the Prince doesn't mind her.&nbsp; We could use someone with her abilities."&nbsp; He'd reach up and start stroking the thick, bushy black beard that hung down to the top of his chest, losing himself in thought.<br><br>The sound of a horse stomping large hooves would eventually be the point where he'd stop.&nbsp; He spoke quickly to the people with the wagon, apologizing to them for any problems and assuring them that they would reach the city as possible.&nbsp; Yes, he was going to escort them, and yes, he was going to ensure they all made it back and would not accept anything from their wares for himself.&nbsp; One of the people, whom Shaye would be understanding easily enough by this time, thanked him.&nbsp; "Oh thank you General Guan Yu!&nbsp; Without you, we would have surely died!"&nbsp; Another spoke, saying "The Lord of the Eastern Winds protected us, were it not for him we'd all be dead!"&nbsp; Meanwhile, Guan Yu would look somewhat abashed, and would quickly state "Were it not for the sorceress from a strange land, they would have slain me and caught you.&nbsp; Thank her!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 02:03:35</strong>
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				She felt a strange mix of feelings when her fire effectively put a stop to the would be attackers.&nbsp; She was disturbed at the sounds of their screams, whenever she'd killed someone in the past it had been quick.&nbsp; A jab with a dagger, and they'd either be dead, or distracted long enough for Shaye to scurry away like the rat she'd been.&nbsp; She'd inflicted serious pain on dozens of men on little more than a whim and an inkling towards who the innocent party was.&nbsp; She found it left a bad taste in her mouth, making people suffer.&nbsp; Not that she'd reveal such a thing to anyone, and hopefully the response would fade away with experience.&nbsp; The other emotion she felt was irritation.&nbsp; She'd wanted to test her training out on a true opponent,&nbsp; and had assumed the armored men would put up more of a fight.&nbsp; <br><br>They had not.<br><br>Frowning at the overall sense of dissatisfaction she felt, Shaye stared curiously at the large man as he spoke to her.&nbsp; What the hell was he saying?&nbsp; Why hadn't Nymril warned her that the people in the Dragon Kingdoms spoke another language!?&nbsp; The sounds coming out of the man's mouth were complete gibberish!&nbsp; However, as she focused, she found that she was able to make sense of what he said.&nbsp; How she managed it, she didn't know.&nbsp; It must have been her magic, but Gabriel had never trained her to use it with linguistics.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't know who the scarlet brotherhood was, but apparently they were the people she'd just killed.&nbsp; She figured it was good to know that now, as they'd unlikely abide by her presence later on.&nbsp; Now that she'd so randomly chosen sides.&nbsp; She was surprised when the man spoke of an Emperor, in his brief lesson, Nymril had told her that the country was dominated by warlords.&nbsp; Had that been a lie?&nbsp; Was supplying her with mistruths his way of continuing to torment her from the past?&nbsp; <br><br>She followed the large man as he spoke about her to himself, and listened to the people as they offered their gratitude towards him, but stiffened when he suggested that they thank her.&nbsp; People didn't thank Shaye.&nbsp; They cursed at her and threw her out of their shops.&nbsp; They pointed at her in accusation to the local guard, and tried to screw or steal from her in alleyways.&nbsp; Occasionally, they trained her and improved her.&nbsp; But they did <em>not</em> thank her.&nbsp; Stiff as a board, Shaye raises a hand stiffly to her shoulder and just as stiffly drops it back down, the most awkward hand wave to ever have been.&nbsp; "I was...that is- I don't-"&nbsp; What could she do to make this moment pass?&nbsp; "I'm just a traveler."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 02:22:56</strong>
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				When she tried to speak the people were in utter awe.&nbsp; Some fell into deep bows before her, as if she were a god to them.&nbsp; Guan Yu watched this, but unlike them, he knew her to be something that was magical, similar to himself.&nbsp; He'd fold his arms over his massive chest, looking at the entire thing as if it were something humorous.&nbsp; He'd finally shake his head, barking out a quick command for people to leave the newcomer alone.&nbsp; The people shuffled away immediately as he would turn to look at her.&nbsp; An eyebrow rose as he began to speak.&nbsp; "You can understand me, but I can't understand you," he said.&nbsp; "And I cannot speak your language, and you cannot speak mine.&nbsp; This will be interesting.&nbsp; I will let the Prince try to speak with you.&nbsp; He is the most learned of us."<br><br>"You are in the Dragon Kingdoms, which is currently in a state of upheaval.&nbsp; The Emperor is dying, his children are squabbling over the throne, and we have a rebellion going on that is led by a sorceror of some might.&nbsp; We warlords are taking sides in the war that is due to erupt upon the Emperor's death.&nbsp; I serve Prince Liu Bei, youngest of the Emperor's children and most liked by the people.&nbsp; You struck down members of the Scarlet Brotherhood, which are the rebels."&nbsp; He paused, turning to start walking up the road.&nbsp; "If you have come here seeking war, you'll have your choice of it.&nbsp; If you choose a faction, I suggest my lord.&nbsp; However, you will not be held against your will.&nbsp; Nor," he said, laughing "do I believe that you would be able to be held in such a fashion anyway!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 02:39:12</strong>
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				She was in hell.&nbsp; Fidgeting awkwardly as some of the people actually bow to her, staring at her like they were amazed by her very presence, Shaye attempts a smile that turned into something that looked far more like a grimace.&nbsp; Taking a step back, she glances off into the distance, wondering if she'd be able to handle this kind of treatment all the way to wherever the city Guan Yu had spoken of, or if she'd be better off on her own after all.&nbsp; <br><br>The General managed to get the wagon people to leave her be, something that she was far more grateful for than she let on, and Shaye was able to relax.&nbsp; Her entire body releases it's tension as the central focus of people's attention drift's away from her, and she is able to refocus on the matter at hand.&nbsp; Specifically, the fact that while her magic allowed her to understand the words of the people around her, it did not magically gift her the ability to communicate in kind.&nbsp; At least Guan Yu had been able to figure out that she was able to understand him, she wasn't sure if she'd have been able to figure out the problem on her own.&nbsp; <br><br>She appreciated that the General assumed that she had no idea what was going on in this country.&nbsp; He'd assumed right, and it granted her a quick summary of the situation that had fallen onto the Dragon Kingdoms.&nbsp; "My goal's are more aimless than yours."&nbsp; It was spoken to him, but it was really said for herself as he couldn't understand her regardless.&nbsp; How was it that she continued to meet people who strived for such specific things?&nbsp; Was it normal to have some specific cause to fight for?&nbsp; Shaye had no such cause.&nbsp; She'd come to the Dragon Lands because she'd promised Gavril that she'd see the courtesans, and because she'd hoped to meet another dragon blooded.&nbsp; As the dragon kingdoms didn't necessarily translate to dragon population, she'd been more than a little foolish in her second reason for choosing this land.&nbsp; However she figured that getting to see royalty would be as good a chance as she'd get to seeing a courtesan.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll come with you to meet the Prince Liu Bei, I've never met a prince before." She'd never met a general before either, but for all she knew both titles were common in this land.&nbsp; <br><br>She snorts out a laugh of her own as he compliments her abilities, and she finds herself already liking this General.&nbsp; The army men who were assigned to Roden were corrupt at best, hostile at worst.&nbsp; There was an odd kind of warmth radiating from this man.&nbsp; Pointing at herself, she introduces herself in the simplest way possible.&nbsp; "Shaye."&nbsp; She follows him down the road, watching the small caravan as it travels towards an unknown city.&nbsp; It felt good to know that she'd been able to help them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 12:48:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The trip to the city took the better part of a week, and during that time it was a boring travel on the road.&nbsp; The general would point things out throughout the journey, explaining things to her as best he could about flora and fauna.&nbsp; He explained that the Emperor, whose a direct descendant of the gods that settled these lands before time existed, had fallen gravely ill and would be passing soon.&nbsp; Normally the eldest child would take over rulership, however the eldest of the children was a corrupt man who thought only might made right, and had abused the citizens of the empire for a long time.&nbsp; Given the fact he's the eldest of four, three boys and one girl, the others knew that the moment their brother ascended to the throne he'd have them all killed.<br><br>"I've known Liu Bei since we were young men," he said as they neared the end of their trip.&nbsp; "He swore an oath with myself and Zhang Fei, the General of the Southern Winds, to always stand together.&nbsp; So when this came up, we immediately went to his side.&nbsp; Liu Bei...his heart is in the right place.&nbsp; He cares about the people.&nbsp; Without the health of the people, a land will die.&nbsp; We're lucky he's assisted by a celestial being.&nbsp; A member of the Jade Celestials, or a descendant of one, who goes by the name of Furcas.&nbsp; From what I saw, he has abilities similar to your own.&nbsp; Doesn't look like you, with your golden skin, but he's a sorceror in his own right.&nbsp; Perhaps the two of you can come up with an idea about this entire thing."<br><br>Then they were in the city, a large hub of trade that was, from Guan Yu's descriptions, the center of Liu Bei's area of control.&nbsp; The people were quick to thank the pair once again before taking their wagons to where the wares needed to be.&nbsp; People greeted Guan Yu as if he were a great lord, bowing, expressing their thanks, all while Guan Yu was as courteous as possible.&nbsp; However, it was evident that he did not wish to be the source of their adulation, let alone be noticed by them at all.&nbsp; But he was one of the largest men she'd ever seen, and he towered over the rest of the citizens of this nation like a mountain over a plain.&nbsp; Eventually, he would lead her to a castle in the middle of the city, pausing to announce his arrival to the guards and await admission.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 23:18:17</strong>
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				During the week, Shaye learned several things.&nbsp; She learned how invaluable communication was, as her complete inability to get her point across left her more than a little frustrated most days.&nbsp; Unless it was something that she could specifically point at, there was no real way for her to talk with the general, or any of the other traveling group for that matter.&nbsp; She'd never been much of a social butterfly, but she still found herself ill at ease with the situation.&nbsp; Roden had never had many foreigners, she'd never had to deal with a language barrier before now.&nbsp; She couldn't say she was enjoying herself.<br><br>The general helped whenever he could, filling her mind with information about the land, and about the prince that they were headed towards.&nbsp; She wondered why the prince and his siblings hadn't just assassinated their brother.&nbsp; Why go to war when they could poison him, or have him killed in his sleep?&nbsp; That was what tended to happen to nobles in her country anyway.&nbsp; She couldn't imagine her country breaking off into civil war like this...But then, she didn't know much in the way of politics.&nbsp; <br><br>It had been her dream to see exotic sights and do amazing things, and now it was actually happening.&nbsp; Participating in a foreign war would be a nice way to start off her journey.&nbsp; <br><br>She was instantly more comfortable when they eventually reached the city.&nbsp; The crowds, the noise, it felt familiar.&nbsp; There was little doubt that she didn't belong here, the people were paler for one thing, and even though her hair was just as dark as any of them; her curls were a stark contrast to the hair she saw on most of the heads within the city.&nbsp; Her clothes were another problem, but an easily remedied one.&nbsp; If she tried hard enough, it wouldn't be too difficult to blend in a place like this, to disappear.&nbsp; She preferred that to the respect and attention she'd been given in their travels.<br><br>Something she appeared to have in common with the General, who was clearly just as uncomfortable to be given as much, if not more attention from random passerby.&nbsp; He was a hopeless case however.&nbsp; His size meant that he'd be unlikely to blend into a crowd, he stuck out like a sore thumb.&nbsp; His massive form, and that of his horse, a sight to be seen.&nbsp; <br><br>It made it easy for her to follow him through the crowds and towards the castle, something she was slightly apprehensive about.&nbsp; The fanciest place she'd ever been was Gabriel's keep.&nbsp; She had no sense of proper behavior outside of knowing to chew with her mouth closed.&nbsp; She wondered if the prince was as kind as the general claimed him to be, or if he'd be as awful as Shade had accused all nobles of being.&nbsp; <br><br>As the general announces his arrival and has her wait with him for admittance, Shaye takes the time to examine the building, so foreign looking in comparison to the stone and blocked wood building's she was used to.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 02:13:29</strong>
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				The guards on duty all wore very ornamental armor, blending wood, steel, and string in a way to keep mobility to a maximum and protection high as well.&nbsp; Most wore swords at their waists, held halberds similar to Guan Yu's, and did not move at all unless someone in authority addressed them.&nbsp; Shaye could feel as a presence within the castle that almost seemed to call to her.&nbsp; The presence was more similar to her than when she was with Gabriel or Nymril.&nbsp; The sensation increased as a curtain was pulled aside and a pair of men walked towards them.&nbsp; Prince Liu Bei was obvious in his royal robes, hair up in a coifed style, pearl-inlaid darkwood holding it in place.&nbsp; He had a youthful appearance, and was smiling broadly as he saw Guan Yu.&nbsp; Before anyone could say anything, the younger, smaller man would embrace Guan Yu in a hug as best he could, given the size difference between the two of them.<br><br>The other man, wearing a plain robe and keeping his hands hidden in the sleeves of the opposite arm of the robe, stared directly at Shaye.&nbsp; His skin was a darker tone like her own, and his facial features showed a definitive draconic tint to them.&nbsp; His hair fell down loose around him, curling as if it were alive as he regarded her.&nbsp; He smiled at her, and the teeth he displayed were sharp, fanglike teeth.&nbsp; "You bring us a child of celestial heritage," he finally spoke to Guan Yu.&nbsp; Both the general and prince would pause and look at Shaye, while the robed speaker walked closer.&nbsp; Her power was new and strong, his was ancient and held a thrum to it like the movement of the earth itself.&nbsp; "She is young but she has potential."<br><br>"My name if Furcas," he spoke directly to her, easily speaking a tongue that she would be able to understand.&nbsp; "And you, my dear, have walked into an opportunity you had never imagined."&nbsp; Furcas wouldn't offer to shake her hand or anything such as that, but his hair continued to curl around his face, almost as if it were alive.&nbsp; "I am advisor to the young prince Liu Bei.&nbsp; I have sided with him in the war that will soon sweep the Dragon Empire.&nbsp; We will offer you hospitality in exchange for speaking with you.&nbsp; Should you choose to take a side in the war, I would ask of you to side here with us.&nbsp; However, we would not ask you to take a side now.&nbsp; Please, come and enjoy a meal with us."&nbsp; Before asking for leave from the prince, he simply turned and began to walk away.<br><br>Prince Liu Bei would pause, looking from Furcas to Shaye, and would shake his head.&nbsp; "He's a strange one.&nbsp; My apologies."&nbsp; He bowed to Shaye, and would then look at Guan Yu.&nbsp; "If she will stay, give her a room near your own.&nbsp; If she wishes to leave, offer a cart to take some goods with her on her travels."&nbsp; With that, the prince would bow once more to her and would take his leave of her.&nbsp; Guan Yu would chuckle, shaking his head.&nbsp; "This way if you wish, sorceress."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 02:48:36</strong>
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				There was a lot for Shaye to take in while they waited to be announced, and Shaye found herself quite curious over the stationary and disciplined nature of the guards who stood firmly at the doors.&nbsp; It was like they were made of stone, only revealing their true natures when their commanding officer's gave them an order.&nbsp; It was more than just a little impressive, and made for quite the show.&nbsp; She wanted to harass one of the guards, see what one would do if a naked shoulder was displayed or if one of their feet were stomped on.&nbsp; But she wasn't nearly stupid enough to succumb to such a childish wish, and in a moment it made no difference, as the appearance of a pair of men demanded all of her attention.&nbsp; <br><br>Her first glimpse of royalty was everything it was supposed to be, the prince being young and pretty, with an expensive looking wardrobe.&nbsp; But rather than try to enjoy the rather novel moment, Shaye's entire universe was completely focused on the man who had walked in with the young would be ruler.&nbsp; Something inside of her thrummed at the feel of his presence, responded to it in a way that almost felt nostalgic.&nbsp; His skin...it was like hers, as was his teeth, and even his hair.&nbsp; Golden eyes stare wide at the man as Shaye raises her hand, leaving it to hover in the air for a moment as though she might reach out farther in order to touch him, before allowing the limb to quickly pull back to her chest.&nbsp; It was a motion that was unequivocally unlike Shaye, but she didn't really feel like herself just then.&nbsp; <br><br>She had a million questions, all of which pounded in her mind all at the same time, in turn forcing her brain to turn blank, allowing no words to escape from her lips until it was too late.&nbsp; By the time she'd finally thought to ask him about his blood, he had already walked away.<br><br>He was a fellow dragon blooded.&nbsp; He had to be.&nbsp; She twisted the ruby ring around her finger as the Prince offers up an alternative option for her.&nbsp; He really didn't need to.&nbsp; They could have tried to throw her out then and there and she would have fought tooth and nail in order to speak with Furcas.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll stay." She says quickly, bowing to the prince in the same way that everyone had been bowing to her, trying to follow the lead of the new culture she'd found herself dropped into.&nbsp; <br><br>She followed Guan Yu eagerly, her entire body practically buzzing with anticipation as he leads her to a room that would apparently be hers for at least one night.&nbsp; She wished she could speak with Guan Yu and have him understand her.&nbsp; Furcas had spoken to her in a language she hadn't used her magic to understand, she was confident that she'd be able to have a good discussion with him.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was just the waiting that she wasn't able to bare.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 12:43:03</strong>
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				The room was across the hall from Guan Yu's own, and it was an entire suite set aside for either visiting dignitaries or for one of the other generals perhaps.&nbsp; Guan Yu paused as he opened the door, smiling as he did so.&nbsp; "Don't get lost in here little sorceress," he said as he would let her make herself at home.&nbsp; He'd close the door behind her, and enter his own room.&nbsp; The suite had a sitting area, a large master bedroom, a number of furniture, and it had a huge sunken tub that had fairly modern plumbing.&nbsp; The furnishings were beautiful, ornate, and it was obvious no one had been here in some time.&nbsp; The room was entirely hers for the taking.<br><br>The books may catch her eye, and while she could not read most of them, there were a few that addressed foreign lands that were written in a language she'd be able to read, given her days in Roden.&nbsp; Eventually, a knock would come at the door and one of the disciplined soldiers would be standing there.&nbsp; He had no hesitation, and didn't seem affected by whatever she was.&nbsp; "The Prince Liu Bei requests your presence for a mid-day meal.&nbsp; Please follow me."&nbsp; At the same time, Guan Yu's door opened when there was a knock from another soldier, and the general stood there, looking as if he'd been awoken from a nap.&nbsp; As the soldier tried to talk, the general waved him off and gave a very wide yawn in response to the words.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>09-10-2013, 14:14:03</strong>
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				Guan Yu drew Shaye's rage as he referred to her as a little sorceress, and she puffed up in ire.&nbsp; "You saw me create a wave of fire, and you still think i'm so little?"&nbsp; The question was asked in irritation, but there was warmth hidden inside of her words.&nbsp; There was something about the general that simply rubbed Shaye the right way.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the fact that he was an impressively large figure, who still took it upon himself to be kind to villagers.&nbsp; Or perhaps it was the casual ease that he'd taken to trusting her.&nbsp; In a strange way, he reminded her of Gavrel, a factor that only had her liking him all the more.&nbsp; <br><br>As he left her, she found herself in a surprisingly lavish guest room.&nbsp; She was amazed at how the bedroom's she found herself residing in continued to advance in luxury.&nbsp; At Callestra's, she'd marveled at having a roof over her head and an actual bed to sleep on.&nbsp; Then, at Gabriel's the luxury had increased, with having her own tub in her room as well as a mirror to look at herself with.&nbsp; Now, she found herself in a suite, with a sunken tub, a large plush looking bed, as well as an array of seats and tables.&nbsp; There was even a library she could entertain herself with, and her fingers brushed over the books in enjoyment.&nbsp; Particularly when she found that there were things she'd actually be able to read.&nbsp; The decorations spoke of wealth and excess, and Shaye wondered if all the room's in the prince's castle were as lavish as this. <br><br>She'd been enjoying a book about a kingdom in the mountains, when a knock at the door pulled her away.&nbsp; She greets the guard and rises to her feet, before practically stumbling over herself to follow him.&nbsp; She'd been distracting herself with the book, but she was anxious to speak with Furcas.&nbsp; As she follows the soldier, she finds that she wasn't the only one to be disturbed by mealtime.&nbsp; "Enjoy yourself?" She teases as she watches the general yawn at the soldier.&nbsp; He wouldn't be able to understand her, but it was unnatural for Shaye to simply give up speaking completely.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 12:53:08</strong>
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				Guan Yu cocked his head at Shaye, trying to make sense of her words, and would give another yawn loud enough to have a crack heard from his jaw.&nbsp; "So much for my nap," he grumbled as he walked behind Shaye, his clothes having changed from armor to a simple robe that was as different from Liu Bei's as the soldier was from a peasant.&nbsp; "Don't mind me if I doze off at the table.&nbsp; If I start falling into a soup or stew though, be kind enough to move the bowl so I don't have to drain my beard later."&nbsp; He laughed at his own joke, and the laughter rumbled through the hallway.&nbsp; "Ah little sorceress, you've definitely found yourself in a strange land here.&nbsp; Giants that rumble with mirth, a civil war that is due to erupt at any minute, and all types of other problems."<br><br>He walked with his hands laced together in front of him, but he was obviously happy given the situation.&nbsp; The guards led them into a small, for the castle, room that held a relatively short in length table.&nbsp; Already seated was Liu Bei at the head of the table, Furcas to his right, and along the left were a collection of other men, from smaller to larger, sitting along Liu Bei's left side.&nbsp; The chair directly to Liu Bei's left was empty, and it was obvious that there is where Guan Yu was to sit.&nbsp; There was a spot next to Furcas for Shaye.&nbsp; As she got closer to Furcas, the ancient power that thrummed within him was like a warmth against her body, like recognizing like.&nbsp; He gave her a faint smile as he patted the chair next to her.<br><br>While there was a sense of power within the room, it was nothing compared to when she was with Nymril or Gabriel.&nbsp; The power here, save for Furcas, was young and not fully developed.&nbsp; Furcas' was old and potent.&nbsp; But the powers of her mentors had been ancient beyond belief and more vast than all the oceans in all the worlds combined.&nbsp; There was no doubt she could hold her own against any of them here.&nbsp; Liu Bei stood, smiling broadly in a charming, sweet manner.&nbsp; "Thank you for joining us," he said in her language, no magic needed.&nbsp; "I like to have a meal with my generals and Furcas whenever they return from their missions.&nbsp; I want everyone at the table to always know what appreciation I hold for them here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>10-10-2013, 22:55:21</strong>
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				"I prefer my giants to be filled with laughter.&nbsp; The alternative is much more dangerous."&nbsp; She replied even if the conversation was one way.&nbsp; He didn't seem to mind, so they got along rather well.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wondered if they'd get along half as well if they were able to actually talk to each other.&nbsp; She figured they would, but there was no real way of knowing.&nbsp; <br><br>As they approached the table, Shaye found herself curious over the positioning that had been set up.&nbsp; Obviously, in the center was the Prince, but did that meant that the importance of the other people could be figured out by how close they sat to him?&nbsp; Did it matter if the person was on the right or left side?&nbsp; Two seats had been reserved, giving the impression that there seemed to be reserved seating as neither chair was at the end of the table.&nbsp; Guan Yu's spot was by the prince, and her's was by Furcas.&nbsp; She wouldn't have had it any other way.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye was pulled out of her brief contemplation by the Prince rising to his feet and greeting her in her own language.&nbsp; She was more than a little startled.&nbsp; "You speak Baldurian?" Staring at the prince, she tries to remember just what, if anything, she'd said in his presence before she'd known that.&nbsp; "That's a relief...it would have been awkward if I needed Furcas to translate everything I say."&nbsp; rubbing the back of her neck, Shaye shifts in place as she tries to think of the proper thing to say in response to the Prince's explanation of the meal.&nbsp; "Thank you for letting me attend, if you treat all your guests like this you must be pretty popular."&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm Shaye of Baldur." She figured that no one there needed to know <em>where</em> in Baldur she hailed from.&nbsp; "I'm a traveler, but when I saw what was happening to your villagers, I had to step in." A slight exaggeration of truth, but they didn't need to know that either.&nbsp; She felt awkward, in such a formal environment.&nbsp; She found herself second guessing every word that came out of her mouth, and every action she took.&nbsp; The Prince was more than welcoming, but the environment itself felt very foreign to her.&nbsp; Taking her seat next to Furcas, she offers him a small smile.&nbsp; "And I'm glad I did.&nbsp; You are the first dragon blooded I've ever met...that's what you are, right?&nbsp; You...your just like me."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>11-10-2013, 13:07:41</strong>
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				Liu Bei gave her a smile, and it was obvious that his smile was one of the most charming things about the young prince.&nbsp; He'd have sparkling mirth in his eyes, and he radiated such a raw charisma that anyone could tell that he was the most popular of the royal family.&nbsp; "I have many teachers that taught me many things," he said with a smile.&nbsp; "However, I am not as adept on the battlefield so I let my friends here do the work for me.&nbsp; They understand my shortcomings and I thank them for that."&nbsp; The five generals would pound a fist on the table, and if the thing were any less sturdy it would have broken into pieces.&nbsp; "You have met Guan Yu.&nbsp; The man next to him is Zhang Fei.&nbsp; Next to him is Ma Chao.&nbsp; Next to him Zhao Yun.&nbsp; And my final general is Huang Zhong, and let not his older appearance deceive you.&nbsp; There is no better man with a bow in the entirety of the empire."&nbsp; Once more fists struck the table, and if anything, Furcas looked amused throughout the entire thing.<br><br>"What you call dragon blooded," Furcas began "we refer to here in the empire as a member of the Jade Celestials.&nbsp; All dragons here in the empire are part of the Jade Court, and yes, I am a descendant of one of them.&nbsp; My blood is very pure, meaning I will live almost as long as one of the very long-lived celestials.&nbsp; I am quite similar to you, yes.&nbsp; There are usually some differences dependent upon who you are descended from.&nbsp; But we are quite similar enough that we may discuss things at length and how to serve the Prince."&nbsp; Liu Bei looked at Furcas and would give another bright smile.&nbsp; "I am the only one of my siblings to be favored so by the Jade Celestials.&nbsp; Coupled with the generals here, I do believe that with the unfortunate passing of my father, we will be in a strong position to stop the rebellion and ensure the continuity of the empire."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>14-10-2013, 23:54:13</strong>
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				He was charismatic in a way that couldn't be taught, at least Shaye didn't think it could be taught.&nbsp; There was something about his presence that made you want to please him, made you want to smile back.&nbsp; That was a dangerous talent to have, and Shaye wondered if most nobles had such qualities.&nbsp; In any case, it meant that Shaye wasn't so surprised to hear that he was the most popular candidate of the people.&nbsp; She'd never so much as glanced at the Lord of Roden, let alone the ruler of all of Baldur.&nbsp; If a person was able to win an audience over with little more than their presence, they'd already won half the battle.&nbsp; At least, that's what Shaye assumed.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye was startled out of her silent contemplation when the generals begin to pound at the table in response to the Prince's words.&nbsp; She hadn't even noticed that he'd switched back to his own language.&nbsp; As the prince finishes his introduction, she gives a brief bow of her head, not feeling the need to repeat her earlier introduction.&nbsp; Their names were strange, as was their appearance.&nbsp; The men had a variety of looks, all seeming to represent their own specific kind of expertise.&nbsp; It was odd, sitting at a table with such esteemed men, all the while knowing that she could hold her own against any of them.&nbsp; Shaye had trained extensively with Gabriel and Nymril, two incredibly powerful individuals, who could out match her on every level even at the end of her training.&nbsp; Before that, she'd been an urchin, easily beaten to a pulp by anyone fast enough to catch her.&nbsp; She was used to being the weakest person in the room, used to having to be wary of who she was dealing with.&nbsp; <br><br>But now...the men in the room were strong, true, but not undefeatable.&nbsp; It was bizarre, and she wasn't sure how to handle the rather new experience.&nbsp; <br><br>She takes solace in Furcas's words, interested in hearing everything she could about the dragon blooded.&nbsp; Already she knew that she wanted to see the Jade Court for herself. She wondered what kind of dragon blood Furcas had.&nbsp; Was he descended from a gold dragon, like she was?&nbsp; Did it mean anything if he wasn't?&nbsp; She had so many questions, but he made it clear that while they would speak, for now they had to focus on the Prince's war.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll help where I can," not like she had anything better to do with her time, "but I can't tell you how much help I'll be outside of the battlefield.&nbsp; I don't know anything about this country, I don't even speak the language.&nbsp; Why are the rebels out murdering anyone they come across?&nbsp; And why have all the Kin-Emperor's children decided to fight against each other all at once?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>15-10-2013, 01:44:53</strong>
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				Liu Bei would smile at her and incline his head in a thankful moment before he settled himself.&nbsp; "Any help right now is most excellent, Lady Shaye.&nbsp; As to your statements, you may learn about the country.&nbsp; I'm sure that Furcas here would be most happy to assist you.&nbsp; He's a well-liked individual by the people, as he's a living representation that the Heavens are on our side of the contest.&nbsp; And if you are a sorceress, he'll be able to assist you in using your magical abilities.&nbsp; I have no talent for it, even though the bloodline of the gods flows through my veins.&nbsp; My generals here will be able to assist you in obtaining anything that you need, or showing you to different parts of the territory I claim.&nbsp; Each is here to give me their report before returning to their areas."&nbsp; The men were all nodding at their prince's words, while Furcas remained mostly silent.<br><br>"The rebels are arising due to the problems any empire suffers after centuries of rule.&nbsp; They seek to overthrow the dynasty that has existed since time began.&nbsp; They believe they can do better.&nbsp; And while I am not against listening to them in their endeavors, their means have become quite...troublesome.&nbsp; Causing harm to peasants who rely upon me to protect them has made them my enemy.&nbsp; Their numbers are quite bothersome, and they are the initial problem we have here.&nbsp; My father's passing is due soon, at which point it will be like Hell itself opening upon the land.&nbsp; My siblings will disagree on who should lead and the land shall suffer for it."&nbsp; He sighed, and waved a hand in the air so the servants could begin bringing food to the table.<br><br>"I did not wish to rule," Liu Bei continued.&nbsp; "I wanted nothing more than to be a caretaker of the people.&nbsp; And while my generals and Furcas will argue that doing this is protecting them, I cannot but feel there should have been a different path.&nbsp; A more reasonable one.&nbsp; However, I will lead the people in my territory the best I can with my advisers around me here, and seek to stop my siblings from taking over the entirety of the kingdom.&nbsp; My eldest brother, Cang Du, is the one who should inherit the throne.&nbsp; But he is...."&nbsp; He paused, taking a sip of wine as he tried to put things in perspective.<br><br>"He's always been a man where might makes right.&nbsp; That the strong dominate and subjugate the weak.&nbsp; He is not a kind nor caring person to those around him.&nbsp; I do not believe our father would want him being the ruler.&nbsp; He's struck down hundreds if not thousands of the citizens of our empire in cold blood, and has dabbled in things best left alone.&nbsp; It's said his advisor is a demon from Hell itself.&nbsp; Furcas hopes not, for the Jade Court imprisoned things best left unthought of at the beginning of time for a reason.&nbsp; And if my brother has one such creature in his court, things will be horrible in the coming battles."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>15-10-2013, 02:08:56</strong>
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				Charismatic and crazy.&nbsp; Shaye was more than a little disappointed.&nbsp; This man thought that Furcas was a living representation of the heavens and that he had the blood of the gods running through his veins?&nbsp; Raising an eyebrow, Shaye's poker face in unable to hide her state of disbelief.&nbsp; Were all nobles this crazy?&nbsp; And was it right for her to assist a disturbed person in getting control over an entire country?&nbsp; There was a very real possibility that Shaye had been mislead, that Liu Bei was actually a vicious psychopath whose siblings were fighting against him.&nbsp; But she'd seen the rebels try to attack the villagers with her own eyes, and there was no good reason for that.&nbsp; <br><br>He became an even bigger psychopath in her eyes when he confessed to have zero desire in ruling over the country.&nbsp; Who didn't want power?&nbsp; Who didn't want to find a better place for themselves, a more secure place?&nbsp; She listened to Liu Bei go on about where his true desires lay, as well as explaining the true danger that his brother offered.&nbsp; "What has the emperor said? I mean, he's not dead yet, he's got to have some kind of opinion."&nbsp; Was the old man really alright with putting a cruel first born son on the throne?&nbsp; <br><br>Shaye takes a quick gulp of her own wine as she hears about the demon that Cang Du supposedly had in his court.&nbsp; "I wouldn't worry so much.&nbsp; After all, he's not the only one with a demon on his team anymore." The grin she offers up was positively wicked before she takes some of the fish that had been laid on her plate and shoving it into her mouth.&nbsp; She knew about table manners, but the fork and knife she'd become so experienced at using was missing from the table.&nbsp; The closest thing to it was a pair of decorative sticks on the side of her dish. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>15-10-2013, 02:48:21</strong>
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				"My father has said that the will of the gods is to continue the dynasty," Liu Bei said with a sigh.&nbsp; "It has always been firstborn to firstborn, usually males but we've had a few empresses in our time.&nbsp; But in this he has not voiced support to one or the other during the conflict.&nbsp; I believe that he wishes us to determine who will rule in a more conscientious manner.&nbsp; But I was the only one to request that.&nbsp; My eldest brother laughed in my face, my elder sister called me a dreamer, and my elder brother said he'd make sure that when he took over I could be the royal buffoon."&nbsp; The others continued to listen, but the majority of their attention was turned to the meal at hand.&nbsp; Only Furcas waited, and once Liu Bei finished, he spoke.<br><br>"You must understand Lady Shaye," Furcas began.&nbsp; "The Dragon Kingdoms were founded by the gods.&nbsp; Before they came to this land, there was nothing here save chaos.&nbsp; Primitive people doing primitive things, such as waging war with sticks and stones.&nbsp; The first of the gods gave fertility to the land.&nbsp; The others continued the trend.&nbsp; Our land is rich because the gods gave of themselves to it.&nbsp; The first emperor was none other than the half-god child of Amaterasu, the Goddess of the Sun.&nbsp; From him Liu Bei and the other royals trace direct lineage.&nbsp; And while my prince may appear to have none of the magic that has run in the bloodline, none may spend time with him and doubt his heart or intentions.&nbsp; He's embodied the very essence of the sun.&nbsp; He is warm, caring, and gives freely of himself."<br><br>Furcas sipped his wine and continued.&nbsp; "The Jade Court is made of the gods and other powerful entities that predate most of humanity, if not time itself.&nbsp; My sire was one of the champions of Amaterasu, and I have served the emperor's family for some centuries now.&nbsp; When this matter began, I knew immediately I would side with Prince Liu Bei because he embodies something that none of his siblings do.&nbsp; He embodies a purity and dedication to a cause that the others lack."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>15-10-2013, 03:11:45</strong>
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				"Well at least in one case you know you've got another career option." A joke, but it sounded bland even to her own ears.&nbsp; Shaye didn't have siblings, but she was surprised to hear that so little loyalty existed amongst all of the royals.&nbsp; Not even a pair could agree amongst each other? It made for more people to fight, and it meant that this war would last until every other sibling had surrendered or died.&nbsp; That could mean a very long war, especially when you added the rebels into the mix.&nbsp; Shaye wasn't sure she wanted to commit to a war that had the potential of lasting decades, especially when she held no sentiment towards any involved.&nbsp; What would she gain by Liu Bei's long term victory?&nbsp; She wanted to test her powers on a true opponent, but unless Cang Du really did have a demon on his council, she wouldn't find that here.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She listened to the tale of God's and their royal descendants, but it was the kind of story that went in one ear and out the other for Shaye.&nbsp; A moment after she'd heard it, she'd already forgotten the names of those involved.&nbsp; She didn't have much patience for gods.&nbsp; They'd never heard her prayers when she'd been young, and now she only reserved such words of belief when she thought she might die.&nbsp; <br><br>The one revelation of this conversation was Furcas's age.&nbsp; He'd felt old to her, but she hadn't thought he was centuries old.&nbsp; She'd stumbled upon a virtual gold mind by finding Furcas, and she looked forward to getting to speak with him more in private.&nbsp; "Well I'm sold." She says cheerfully as Furcas explains why he'd joined the side of Prince Liu Bei.&nbsp; She wanted to see the Jade Court for herself, and wanted to hear everything Furcas had to tell her about dragon blooded.&nbsp; There seemed to be no better way of getting those things then by buttering up the man's favorite prince.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>15-10-2013, 13:00:25</strong>
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				Liu Bei smiled, and it was telling about the raw charisma the man had within him.&nbsp; When Furcas smiled, it was more akin to a cat that was about to eat a mouse.&nbsp; "Excellent!" Liu Bei finally said.&nbsp; "Your assistance will be much appreciated.&nbsp; We usually do not see many actions here in the city, but Guan Yu said the bandits you encountered were within a week of here.&nbsp; That means they are trying to get closer.&nbsp; And that means that the threat is much more dire than I had initially believed."&nbsp; He lifted his right hand to rub at his brow, stress having aged him over the past few years.&nbsp; "I trust in my guards, and I've seen what Furcas is able to do when it comes to opposing armies.&nbsp; The generals must return to their areas to secure them.&nbsp; I will need to send envoys to other territories and see about increasing the amount of people who wish to see me lead."&nbsp; He said it longingly, as if he did not truly want it at all.<br><br>"After the meal," Furcas said to the prince with a rare true smile.&nbsp; "Eat first, prince.&nbsp; You do us no good by not being fully satiated so you may be at your full strength in this endeavor.&nbsp; We have a new sorceress with us, and she will be of great assistance once this is found by others.&nbsp; So eat, rest, and then give thoughts to where to direct things."&nbsp; Furcas reached out, resting a hand on Liu Bei's shoulder, and Shaye would immediately feel the man's magic move.&nbsp; It was a quick flare, but it was obvious he was bolstering his prince with a bit of magic as Liu Bei would appear more determined, resolve set, as he dug into the meal with the same gusto as his generals.&nbsp; Furcas would cast a sidelong glance at Shaye before gesturing for her to eat as well.<br><br>"Ask any questions you need answered child," Furcas said, his tone like that of an elder.&nbsp; "I will do my best to answer them.&nbsp; But I will say we are of different dragon lineages.&nbsp; Yours is gold, if I'm not mistaken.&nbsp; Mine is adamantine, a much more rare and powerful breed.&nbsp; The bloodline I come from is elemental in nature, but not of fire.&nbsp; It is of metal itself.&nbsp; That means that I may not be able to breathe or control fire, but I have a way with all metal.&nbsp; The enemies of our prince here have discovered that, much to their chagrin, when the armor they thought would protect them became their means of death."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 03:00:29</strong>
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				Shaye liked Liu Bei.&nbsp; She hadn't actually thought she would, but she did.&nbsp; Shade would be so disappointed in her, but it was the truth.&nbsp; His charisma made him automatically likable, and they way he spoke about his people, and his views on the power struggle going on in his country made her glad that it was his team she'd stumbled her way into joining.&nbsp; She still thought he was a little strange, but then most of the people she'd met in the past year or so had been on the strange side.&nbsp; She'd wondered if she'd have felt the same way if he'd been an old geezer.<br><br>As she hears that all the Generals would be leaving after the meal was done, Shaye spares a quick glance at each of the men.&nbsp; Would she ever see them again?&nbsp; It was a strange feeling that was reminiscent of how she'd felt working at Callistra's.&nbsp; You'd meet with a person once, and have no way of knowing if it would be both an introduction and a goodbye.&nbsp; She was distracted from her quiet contemplation when Furcas reaches out and uses his magic to rejuvenate the tired Prince.&nbsp; Was Liu Bei aware that Furcas had done so?&nbsp; <br><br>As Furcas gestures for her to continue eating, she does so, raising a bowl of rice to her face and taking in what she could.&nbsp; She wanted to snort at Furcas's explanation for himself.&nbsp; A more <em>rare and powerful breed</em>?&nbsp; Pompous ass.&nbsp; She wanted to show him up, but she was completely in the dark without his aid, so she kept quiet.&nbsp; "How many different kinds of dragons are there?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 03:28:32</strong>
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				Furcas paused in his own eating as he had to think to answer the question.&nbsp; "Gold, bronze, copper, silver," he began.&nbsp; "Black, red, green, blue.&nbsp; Those are the usual ones.&nbsp; The more rare types are tied to more than just the metals and colors.&nbsp; Mithril, adamantine, fang, shadow.&nbsp; You have the crystals, amethyst, opal, emerald, sapphire.&nbsp; Then the primordial types, tied to a combination of elements.&nbsp; Magma, steam, and a few others that I cannot remember as easily as the others."&nbsp; He'd use his own chopsticks to pick up small pieces of fish and eat them what would be, for a man, daintily.&nbsp; "I'm sure there are others, as I have no doubt with an ability to breed with almost anything that it is possible other species exist.&nbsp; But those are the ones most easily recognize.&nbsp; Of them, only the gold, bronze, copper, silver, mithril, adamantine, crystal, amethyst, opel, emerald, and sapphire are recognized as being members of the Jade Court.&nbsp; The others are either too volatile or outright evil."<br><br>One by one, the generals would finish and stand, each giving a bow to Liu Bei, Furcas, and finally Shaye before departing from the table.&nbsp; Guan Yu stayed the longest, but even he eventually rose to take his leave.&nbsp; "If you get bored here let one of us know," he spoke to Shaye.&nbsp; "Your help would be invaluable on the battlefield.&nbsp; However, I think staying here for now would be the best option for you, little sorceress.&nbsp; Learn from that one," he said, pointing to Furcas.&nbsp; "Then you may be able to do things that he can.&nbsp; And while your ability was most impressive, I think it was a bit...uncontrolled."&nbsp; He smiled like a cat that ate the canary before giving his bows and departing from the table.<br><br>The three were left alone, or as alone as they could be within the guarded halls, and Liu Bei was obviously saddened by the departure of his generals.&nbsp; He sighed and would finish the last bit of his meal.&nbsp; "I need to rest before I make arrangements to negotiate with some nearby settlements.&nbsp; They may not have chosen my side in this yet, but I will not let them be harmed because of the rebels.&nbsp; The people are the land, and the land is the people.&nbsp; Both must work together."&nbsp; He'd give a quick nod of his head, certain of his path, before starting to take his leave as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 03:03:18</strong>
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				It was all new information, and it all left more questions out into the open.&nbsp; As a gold dragon blooded, she had the ability over fire, but how did that make her any different than a red dragon?&nbsp; And for that matter, what other powers did other dragon blooded have?&nbsp; Hell, what kind of powers did actual dragons have?&nbsp; Furcas had been casual when he revealed that dragons had the ability to breed with just about anything, but it what quite shocking to Shaye. If there was one thing that she appreciated, it was that Furcas hadn't acted shocked or dismissive by her utter lack of knowledge.&nbsp; <br><br>She supposed she might have felt lucky that her kind were members of the Jade court, but it only left her wondering about the nature of those who had been excluded.&nbsp; She could make a tidal wave of fire, and Furcas could bend a sword against it's owner, what must the other dragon blooded's be able to do to be branded evil and volatile? <br><br>Shaye continues eating with her hands, not observant enough to notice the way the other members of the table were eating.&nbsp; Once she had noticed, the meal was already half way completed.&nbsp; None the less, she took it upon herself to try and grab her food with the thin sticks.&nbsp; &nbsp;She found herself completely unable to use them, and started stabbing through the meat and vegetables, choosing to carry the food to her mouth that way.&nbsp; Another social skill to fail at and learn.&nbsp; It was never easy for Shaye.&nbsp; <br><br>As Guan Yu leaves with his parting words to her, Shaye couldn't help the warm smile that spread across her face.&nbsp; She <em>liked</em> him.&nbsp; "Not so little Guan Yu." She chides as he bows, not caring that he couldn't understand her words.&nbsp; "But you are the first to call me uncontrolled." <br><br>The room suddenly felt much larger now that the loud and boisterous group of Generals had left.&nbsp; It was quiet, and the silence was deafening to Shaye's ears.&nbsp; It seemed she wasn't the only one who couldn't stand it, as soon enough Liu Bei was making his leave as well.&nbsp; "It was nice getting a chance to speak with you Prince Liu Bei, thank you again for letting me be a guest in your home."&nbsp; She said nothing about his parting comments.&nbsp; He'd already won her over, why did he still for the need to try so hard?&nbsp; Shaye was of course assuming that he continue to say such kind things about his people out of a desire to charm.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn't until after he'd left that she returned her gaze to Furcas. "Does the Prince know you are using your magic to energize him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>10-11-2013, 13:44:47</strong>
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				Furcas would lean back in his chair, resting his hands on the edge of the table as he looked at her.&nbsp; "Yes," he replied simply.&nbsp; "The Prince sought my services knowing that I was capable of a great many things.&nbsp; He asked me to help revitalize him whenever he needed it.&nbsp; He pushes himself far beyond what most men would be capable of.&nbsp; It's a trait that has him admired by a great many people."&nbsp; Furcas gave a slight smile, an acknowledgement of the fact even he was impressed by the Prince.&nbsp; "You have definitely come to the land in a trying time in our history.&nbsp; This is the first time it has been subjected to an ordeal such as this.&nbsp; Never before has the land suffered from the children of the Emperor.&nbsp; There is talk that the bloodline has finally reached a point where the divine has separated itself from the family."<br><br>Furcas paused a moment, then continued.&nbsp; "It's strange, I'm sure, for someone such as yourself, not from this land, to think of divinity being within the ruler of a nation.&nbsp; But that is the truth of things.&nbsp; My own ancestor was there when Amaterasu, the goddess of the sun, descended from the heavens and had a child by the most noble mortal she could find at the time.&nbsp; The first Emperor was a benevolent and powerful man, uniting the many tribes of people here under one banner.&nbsp; As the years have continued, the bloodline has slowly diluted as you can see.&nbsp; However, the divinity is still there.&nbsp; It has just become less."&nbsp; Furcas sighed, seeming to show his age as he had to rest from merely talking for so long.<br><br>"I do hope that you are willing to assist us in the coming days.&nbsp; While my power is far from waned, my stamina has fallen due to my age.&nbsp; I doubt that I will see more than a handful of years, and I believe your assistance in this civil strife would be of great help.&nbsp; I ask not that you stay here as a representative of the Jade Court, but to assist the Prince until the realm is united once more.&nbsp; In return for your aid, I will be of any assistance to you that I possibly can.&nbsp; My knowledge is yours to learn however you may learn it, if you so desire.&nbsp; If at all possible, before my passing, I would even agree to give you my own power upon my death so you may continue with your life however you so desire."<br><br>"The choice is yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 01:01:03</strong>
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				How could it be this easy?&nbsp; Furcas was being so open with her, and he offered her so much.&nbsp; Join the side of the Prince, something she'd already planned on doing, and he was willing to give her all of his power.&nbsp; Did one action of violence against the rebels truly warrant this much loyalty? This much trust?&nbsp; How easy it must be to infiltrate the prince's inner circle, a spy would have a field day.&nbsp; <br><br>She was starting to think it had to do with power.&nbsp; A weakling could spend their entire life begging for crumbs, and the entire universe wouldn't even acknowledge their existence.&nbsp; A powerful person could demand attention, and people would bend over backwards to give them the world.&nbsp; The universe seemed cruelly in favor of the strong, despite the little need the powerful truly had for assistance.&nbsp; It wasn't...fair, but that sentiment was a foreign feeling for Shaye.&nbsp; How spoiled she'd become, to be upset at the lack of justice in the world.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll need to learn the language of this land." She begins with a furrowed brow.&nbsp; She wouldn't be much of a help to anyone if she continued needing a translator like she did.&nbsp; It didn't make much of a difference if she could understand people, if they couldn't understand her.&nbsp; "And I want to learn more about&nbsp; dragon blo-the Celestial Court." And then came the confession, "I don't really know anything about my kind- our kind.&nbsp; I've only recently had my power tapped, learning and meeting fellow dragon blooded was one of the main reasons why I came to the Dragon Kingdoms."&nbsp; <br><br>"Otherwise, you have yourself a deal.&nbsp; I'm not much use outside of the battlefield, but your Prince will have me where he can use me."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 02:38:02</strong>
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				Furcas would smile at her, and the ennui of that smile was telling.&nbsp; He was old, far older than he looked, and the smile showed that age.&nbsp; "You're wondering what the catch is," he said.&nbsp; "Wondering what might be afoot here.&nbsp; What types of plots within plots you may be coming upon.&nbsp; That is the wonderful thing about the Prince.&nbsp; He has no guile.&nbsp; He has no subterfuge.&nbsp; He is just a man, and that man is a rare type of today's day and age.&nbsp; It's wondrously refreshing to have someone such as he out and about, especially within this land.&nbsp; He makes the people realize they are not alone, that he is no more than they are, just born of richer parents."<br><br>Furcas would unfold himself from the chair, standing to a greater height than originally thought.&nbsp; He was on par with Guan Yu, if not taller.&nbsp; "I extend this offer to you for two reasons.&nbsp; First, you are not of our land.&nbsp; You are innocent of the struggles and situations, and as such are not going to blindly do something to harm the Prince.&nbsp; Second, you are of the Celestial Court.&nbsp; Were you a demon, you would have been destroyed as you stepped into this city by myself.&nbsp; I will suffer no threats, overt or not, against the Prince."&nbsp; Furcas casually undid the sash for the robe, letting it fall to the side and hang on the chair he'd vacated.&nbsp; The sight was...frightening.<br><br>His body had a sheen to it like metal, and upon that metal were scars beyond count.&nbsp; The scales that covered his body were worn, some missing entirely, some showing fairly fresh wounds of ripped flesh and torn scales.&nbsp; Other than the wounds, his body belonged to that of a dancer, slim and athletic.&nbsp; "My wounds show my dedication to the Prince," he said.&nbsp; "Each weapon is enhanced by my own scales and blood.&nbsp; The metal of my lineage is mixed in with the weapons of the soldiers, giving each blade a touch of enchantment and hardened edge.&nbsp; As the war endures, so do my wounds.&nbsp; I cannot heal these easily, and some as you see cannot be healed at all.&nbsp; When my offer was made, I had no illusions that my power would last.&nbsp; Before the last scale falls from my body, my power will be transferred to you.&nbsp; So you may use my knowledge and magic to continue with the Prince if he has not succeeded by that time."<br><br>Furcas wore naught but a loincloth at his waist, letting her see the depth of his sacrifice to the Prince.&nbsp; "The magic in your veins will allow you to know and speak the language within a few days.&nbsp; It is a gift of the Celestial Court, to be able to speak with anyone and anything given enough time."&nbsp; He'd collect his robe, donning it once again, and would incline his head to her.&nbsp; "The questions will have to wait until the morrow, I believe.&nbsp; My strength wanes from just this little conversation this day.&nbsp; Please, visit me tomorrow morning.&nbsp; We shall discuss anything you wish then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 02:57:30</strong>
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				Was she so easy to read? Shaye frowns as he expands on her concerns, the concerns that she hadn't planned on saying out loud.&nbsp; She needed to make a better poker face, it wouldn't do well for her to be so simple to anyone she came across.&nbsp; Especially if her life continued to lead her on such dangerous paths.&nbsp; Golden eyes narrow as he proclaims the prince no more than any other commoner.&nbsp; "Except the fact that he's go god blood running through his veins." Couldn't forget that.&nbsp; <br><br>"And every demon has it out for the Prince?" She'd met someone with demon blood once in Roden.&nbsp; Her eyes had been the color of blood, and her smile had been vicious.&nbsp; But she'd been willing to trade obviously stolen goods, and back then Shaye couldn't afford to be picky.&nbsp; Beyond that, she knew nothing of demons.&nbsp; There was a lot she knew nothing about.&nbsp; It was then she thought of Gabriel, for the first time since her departure.&nbsp; He'd supplied her with a library to study from, but she'd had little interest in learning any useful information.&nbsp; She wondered if he'd judged her for it, if he laughed when she ignored the, 'Study of Species' in lieu of, 'Surviving in the Wild'.&nbsp; <br><br>All thoughts vanish from her mind as Furcas reveals his bare chest to her, and she reeled backwards in near disgust.&nbsp; Oddly tinted skin, open wounds, and only scars.&nbsp; Gavrel had nothing on this man.&nbsp; As he explained the wounds away, Shaye only became more horrified.&nbsp; He was ancient, and wise, but apparently a fool.&nbsp; There was nothing and no one Shaye would undergo such suffering for.&nbsp; She hoped Furcas didn't expect such behavior from her.<br><br>Rising to her feet, trying to hide her discomfort at the sight of Furcas's body, Shaye gives a slow nod.&nbsp; "Alright.&nbsp; See you then." <br><br>She had a lot to think about. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 12:58:13</strong>
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				The next morning, one of the guards would come and wake her.&nbsp; He'd gesture, knowing that she didn't speak his language and he didn't speak hers, for her to follow him.&nbsp; Should she do so, he'd lead her out of the palace walls and into the courtyard, where a table was set up and people were dining already.&nbsp; The Prince sat at the head of the table, and Furcas sat to his right.&nbsp; Around the table were a number of guards and even peasants, sharing the morning meal with the Prince.&nbsp; As they spoke, she'd be able to tell that this was a common occurrence, and that everyone sitting at the table looked genuinely happy.&nbsp; Even Furcas was sharing a rare smile, and would gesture for her to come and join them, to sit at the Prince's left where a seat had been saved.<br><br>When he saw her, Liu Bei would stand, causing all others at the table to stand.&nbsp; When he smiled, it was radiant, something akin to the sun breaking through the clouds of an early morning.&nbsp; "Good morning!" he said in her language, gesturing for her to come and join them.&nbsp; "I apologize for starting the meal before you arrived.&nbsp; The guards all take turns so they get their fill as do the citizens.&nbsp; I like hosting a buffet of sorts on Sunday mornings for my people."&nbsp; He'd return to his seat once she joined them, and the conversation continued.&nbsp; Guards spoke little, the peasants would talk about their days on the farm or working wherever they may, in the tannery or the blacksmith, things of that nature.&nbsp; And throughout it all, the Prince gave everyone keen attention.&nbsp; The man was, without a doubt, a caring person.<br><br>"What do you wish to do today?" the Prince would ask Shaye, smiling as he took a sip of wine.&nbsp; "Today is usually a day of rest for us here, and Furcas has said I am not able to go and visit my father in the capital.&nbsp; My elder brother is there and he believes it would be too tempting for him to take me captive.&nbsp; And I have no generals to guard me if I were to travel there.&nbsp; So, it is a free day for me as well.&nbsp; Perhaps we could find something to do together?"&nbsp; Most people who said something of that nature would include some type of leer, or perhaps have said it in a speculative manner.&nbsp; But the Prince did neither of those things, seeming, in a sense, to be very proper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 00:38:46</strong>
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				Shaye was baffled when she saw just who they would be eating lunch with.&nbsp; Peasants, princes, and guards alike.&nbsp; Something was wrong with Prince Liu Bei.&nbsp; There had to be.&nbsp; Nobles didn't act like this.&nbsp; They ignored the starving as they passed by the street, or they would shove a sword through their pregnant mistress's belly.&nbsp; They didn't break bread with the man responsible for shoveling manure.&nbsp; They just didn't.&nbsp; <br><br>But it appeared as though no one had bothered to tell Liu Bei that, as he greeted her without a care in the world, all smiles and cheer as he explained the buffet and invited her to eat.&nbsp; Shaye would respond slowly, taking her seat with a great amount of trepidation before she began to select the food she would eat.&nbsp; It was all incredibly informal, which normally would have calmed her rattled nerves.&nbsp; But if anything it put her more on edge, and the young woman was finding it difficult to mask the way she blatantly stared at the Prince.&nbsp; <br><br>How could a ruler like this one be real? What kind of skeletons must be hiding behind that pleasant face and kind demeanor?&nbsp; <br><br>As the Prince offered to spend the day with him, Shaye was once again left unsure of what to say.&nbsp; Was he talking about sex?&nbsp; It didn't seem like it.&nbsp; She wasn't used to subtlety when it came to thinks like fucking, but even she could spot an innuendo from a mile away.&nbsp; With Liu Bei there was none.&nbsp; He wasn't talking about fucking, and he wasn't talking about training.<br><br>He just wanted to...spend time with her.&nbsp; It was then that Shaye came to a sudden realization, and she found herself staring at the Prince in a new light, a new kind of understanding washing over her.&nbsp; It all made sense now.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Prince Liu Bei was fucking weird.<br><br>"Well, I've been planning on learning your language, and Furcas has me believing that it shouldn't be too difficult." So she'd been hoping to hunt down a library.&nbsp; "Otherwise I'd planned on taking in whatever the Dragon Kingdoms has to offer.&nbsp; I was hoping I'd be able to find a courtisan."&nbsp; She needed to compare them to the whores in Roden, like she'd promised Gavrel she would one day.&nbsp; She pauses in her desires, suddenly unsure if it was alright to speak to a Prince about whores.&nbsp; "Not that it's anything you need to concern yourself over."&nbsp; She adds hastily.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 00:40:31</strong>
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				Furcas merely paused in eating when she spoke of finding a courtesan.&nbsp; The Prince?&nbsp; Liu Bei was midbite and started choking on his food.&nbsp; Furcas reached over and gave the ruler a quick swat on the back and the prince started breathing normally again, rubbing his throat.&nbsp; He'd take a quick, and long, swallow of wine before he looked at her again.&nbsp; The others didn't understand what she'd said, only that it had made the ruler just about choke to death.&nbsp; Some dark looks were passed her way but Furcas would merely glare and make a dismissive gesture.&nbsp; Heads bowed as people returned to their meals.&nbsp; The Prince paused, catching his breath, collecting himself before he could speak.<br><br>"A courtesan?" he asked.&nbsp; "They are...ah...women who take care of others in a very sexual way.&nbsp; Well usually sexual from what I'm told but ah...."&nbsp; The Prince blushed, looked at Furcas, who only started to smile at the Prince like the cat that ate the canary.&nbsp; "Yes fine they do that.&nbsp; They know how to handle any person, male or female, in whatever way they choose.&nbsp; Most courtesans are very learned in sexual matters, but many are also very learned and capable of any artistic craft possible."&nbsp; The Prince was all but grumbling at this point, muttering about he just knew these things and perhaps they shouldn't be talking about them.&nbsp; He almost had a childlike innocence about him as he spoke, but would eventually look at Shaye directly.<br><br>"But why do you ask?" he said.&nbsp; "You're no courtesan.&nbsp; You can't be a woman look like that.&nbsp; You are far too powerful to be anything such as that."&nbsp; He'd wave a dismissive hand, as if he were absent-minded.&nbsp; "I mean no disrespect, of course.&nbsp; Some courtesans are treated better than noble ladies around here.&nbsp; My father kept a number of them, and my siblings like to tease me that while their mother was the Empress, my mother was one of the courtesans.&nbsp; They say it's the only possible way that I am so nice.&nbsp; Poor stock, as they say."&nbsp; He'd shake his head, a flash of rage across his face.&nbsp; "I love my mother.&nbsp; I love my father.&nbsp; I even love my siblings, even if I cannot stand to be in the same room as them.&nbsp; But if you do seek out a courtesan, I can guide you to their building within the city.&nbsp; I have not visited them in some time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 04:04:17</strong>
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				It seemed that talking about wanting to go meet with prostitutes was not proper breakfast conversation in the Dragon Kingdoms, or at least at a Prince's table.&nbsp; The people around the table glared at her, the Prince nearly choked to death, and even Furcas paused from eating from his bowl of rice.&nbsp; Ah well, she'd never claimed to have any kind of manners, and she'd even warned Furcas and the Prince that she was useless outside of the battlefield.&nbsp; She was certain to offend someone eventually, it was actually better that it had happened sooner rather than later.&nbsp; <br><br>She had to keep herself from rolling her eyes as the Prince began to explain to her what a courtesan was.&nbsp; Yes, she knew what a whore was.&nbsp; Just what kind of person did they see when they looked at her?&nbsp; She might be ignorant to a lot of things in this world, but not the obvious things.&nbsp; As Lui Bei continues, Shaye slowly comes to terms with the fact that the self image of herself that existed in her own mind was very different from the one that the Prince and his advisor saw before them.&nbsp; It was strange, but in a very real way Shaye still thought of herself as the malnourished street rat. As willing and ready to fuck for a coin as she was willing to steal one.&nbsp; Without shame or morals.&nbsp; But that wasn't really the case any more.&nbsp; She wasn't starving any more, wasn't weak.&nbsp; And with that strength came the sudden possession of limits, and even self respect...She was more beautiful than she'd been before. <br><br><br>As the Prince's explanation continued, it led her to a new kind of realization.&nbsp; Was it possible?&nbsp; Could the Prince.....<br><br>Was Prince Liu Bei a virgin?&nbsp; <br><br>The idea left her baffled.&nbsp; He was rich, clearly well liked, and he was even handsome.&nbsp; Why would a rich, handsome, and charismatic man be a virgin?&nbsp; Was there something wrong with him?&nbsp; She continued to stare curiously at the Prince while he continued to explain courtesans to her.&nbsp; It appeared as though there were differences between the whores of Roden and the courtesans of the Dragon Kingdoms.&nbsp; <br><br>In Roden it had been a novelty for Callistra's prostitutes to be able to read, here the whores were expected to be both educated and artistic.&nbsp; And the idea of the courtesans being, 'kept' didn't make sense to her either.&nbsp; As did the idea that Liu Bei could still be considered a Prince if his mother had been a courtesan.&nbsp; The rules here were so strange.&nbsp; They didn't make sense.&nbsp; <br><br>"No, I'm no courtesan. You are right about that."&nbsp; Just from his description she knew that she'd find no similarities to what she'd been and what those women were.&nbsp; "But I am a traveler.&nbsp; I had a friend once, who told me about the courtesans of the Dragon Kingdoms...I told him that I'd see them for myself."&nbsp; She was opening up to Liu Bei.&nbsp; Why was she doing that?&nbsp; He didn't need to know about Gavrel.&nbsp; <br><br>He HAD visited the courtesans?&nbsp; So he WASN'T a virgin.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>15-12-2013, 23:03:15</strong>
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				Liu Bei would smile, nodding his head.&nbsp; "We have many travelers from other nations that have experienced our culture and our courtesans," he said finally.&nbsp; "I will show you to their place of business.&nbsp; Furcas, ensure everyone gets their meal."&nbsp; He would proceed to start walking, assuming she would come with him.&nbsp; "We have not been a stable country in some time.&nbsp; Soldiers come and go from all other places over the world.&nbsp; We have hosted many wars, usually against various rebels.&nbsp; This is our first civil war that I can recall from our history."&nbsp; He walked casually, not wearing any finery or the like.&nbsp; He was a down to earth prince, clad in simple garments of cotton or wool.&nbsp; "I hope that this will be the last one that we have.&nbsp; My father is quite ill, and things are...tense right now."&nbsp; He held his arms folded over his chest as he walked, partially lost in thought as much as the conversation.<br><br>"What else interests you about our land?&nbsp; You're a very reserved person from the look of things.&nbsp; You're new to our land, but you have shown your adeptitude with abilities beyond my knowledge.&nbsp; I should have thought before simply asking you to partake in our war.&nbsp; However, I cannot let such a blessing pass by.&nbsp; I fear not for myself, but for my people.&nbsp; The people throughout the Empire.&nbsp; I know how badly my siblings will handle things as this war drags on.&nbsp; I will not do that to the people, even if it would make my chances of winning better.&nbsp; My generals are some of the greatest warriors of any generation, and Furcas is one of the most powerful of the Jade Court to walk the land.&nbsp; With you, I believe we have what is needed to take the fight."<br><br>He would pause, smile at her, and stop for a moment.&nbsp; "I'm monopolizing the conversation, I'm sorry.&nbsp; Please, talk.&nbsp; Tell me of your past, what brings you here, the land that you call home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 00:33:15</strong>
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				She stood with him, glad to be finished with meal time.&nbsp; It was strange.&nbsp; Once upon a time the highlight to Shaye's day would be food, but now that she was used to having meals regularly it had stopped mattering to her as much.&nbsp; If anything, her awareness for her inability to follow the social que's of how people here ate made her more than a little uncomfortable eating in public.&nbsp; She was doing it wrong, she was aware of that much, but she failed in her ability to mimic the mannerisms of those around her. <br><br>As they walked down the halls and Liu Bei began to explain the situation that the country had found itself in, Shaye raises her eyebrow.&nbsp; "You really believe that this will be the last war in your country?"&nbsp; Impossible.&nbsp; But Liu Bei seemed to like dreaming of impossible things, so she supposed she shouldn't be too surprised.&nbsp; <br><br>He called her reserved, the idea was laughable, but she could understand why he thought that was the case.&nbsp; Shaye was still just as irritable and irate as ever, but she was out of her element.&nbsp; Her automatic reaction in such a case was to blend in, but this was also impossible considering her clothing and physical appearance, so she just kept quiet.&nbsp; Dreaming that if she kept herself from doing anything interesting, people would stop staring at her.&nbsp; Likewise, there were only two people in the entire castle who could understand her, making it equally pointless for Shaye to speak up.&nbsp; Additionally, she'd spent the last several months in a keep with only three other people inside of it.&nbsp; She'd grown used to long periods of silence. "I'm not reserved, just a fish out of water."&nbsp; She argues sheepishly.&nbsp; What <em>did</em> Liu Bei see when he looked at her?<br><br>She grew frustrated as he began to explain himself to a greater extent, and as they walk through a hallway that for the moment appeared empty of guards, Shaye acted.<br><br>Pulling one of her daggers out of their sheath, she pressed Liu Bei against the wall in a sudden movement.&nbsp; Th aggressive sound of the Prince being painfully forced against a wall seemed to echo throughout the hallway, but Shaye paid no mind, golden eyes glaring at the would be ruler as her dagger presses against his bare neck.&nbsp; "I want you to pay attention to what is happening here." She pushes the dagger against his skin, creating the smallest sliver of cuts to find its way onto his neck.&nbsp; "You welcomed me into your home not knowing my name, not knowing my past, not knowing <em>anything about me</em>." Her entire body was pressed tightly against the Prince's form, it might have been intimate if it weren't for the threat of death that loomed over him. <br><br>"You wait until we are alone to ask me about my past, about why am I here.&nbsp; What if I was an assassin Prince Liu Bei?&nbsp; What if I was prepared to die for the cause of one of your siblings?"&nbsp; Golden eyes pierce into his, trying to both make him understand, and to try and understand him.&nbsp; "You are at war Prince.&nbsp; You shouldn't be so-so trusting." She pulled away then, the motion as sudden and abrupt as when she'd forced him against the wall in the first place.&nbsp; "I am not one of your adoring peasants, I am not one of your loyal generals, and I am not Furcas.&nbsp; I won't fight for someone who is so naive." She slid her dagger back into it's holder at it's side.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 01:24:48</strong>
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				The Prince didn't move the moment everything was done and complete.&nbsp; If anything, he appeared to be crestfallen.&nbsp; He would reach into a pocket, hand shaking, and would bring the kerchief up and to his neck.&nbsp; He looked at her for a moment, nodding his head once, and then would turn to walk back towards where they had come.&nbsp; If anything, the man seemed to have been more than put into his place for the time being.&nbsp; The prince found nothing to bring about what to say about what had happened, and didn't appear to care if she were following him.&nbsp; His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and his ego had been more than bruised.&nbsp; He couldn't speak, merely dabbed at the wound until he saw no more blood escaping the wound.&nbsp; He'd pocket the kerchief and walk back towards where the others had been.&nbsp; If she followed, fine.&nbsp; If she did not, that was fine as well.<br><br>Furcas would be standing, looking at the Prince.&nbsp; Liu Bei would sit quietly and sigh.&nbsp; If she followed, she would hear the next words.&nbsp; And if she didn't...perhaps her magic would lend her the ability to hear them.&nbsp; "She has given me something to think about," he said quietly.&nbsp; "She has pointed out the fact that my naivete is a hindrance to the cause.&nbsp; That in order to complete this, I must do more than be a person of the people.&nbsp; I must be more than simply one of them, I must be able to protect them.&nbsp; I'll need to speak to the advisors later and determine our numbers.&nbsp; Our supplies.&nbsp; And see where everything stands."<br><br>Furcas would incline his head, and then look towards where either Shaye stood or she had not followed him.&nbsp; "And her?" he asked quietly.&nbsp; The Prince would shake his head.&nbsp; "She's a weapon, and nothing more than that for the time being.&nbsp; If we can put her to good use, fine.&nbsp; If not, let her go elsewhere if she desires.&nbsp; But I do not believe I have the inclination to spend any more time with her."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 01:41:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liu Bei didn't respond to her statements, but his expression said more than enough.&nbsp; Shaye glances away as he wipes the blood from his neck, but nonetheless follows him as he begins to walk back into the main dining room.&nbsp; Clearly he no longer intended on leading her to the den of courtesans, but Shaye could hardly blame him.&nbsp; <br><br>Furcas stood in the room, acting as though he'd almost anticipated their return.&nbsp; Or perhaps he was so finely tuned with the Prince that he'd been able to sense what had taken place.&nbsp; She wouldn't be surprised to hear that either scenario was the truth.&nbsp; As Liu Bei explains his thoughts on the matter, Shaye struggles to keep the stab of guilt she felt off of her face. Perhaps she should not have followed the Prince, he deserved his privacy. But...<br><br>A weapon? Was that all she was now? Was that all she wanted to be?&nbsp; Deserved to be?&nbsp; But she supposed it made sense.&nbsp; Liu Bei had given her nothing but trust and goodwill, and she'd all but spat in his face.&nbsp; Who would enjoy being in the company of a person like that?&nbsp; She wouldn't have.&nbsp; But it hurt nonetheless, because despite what she'd said, Shaye honestly <em>liked</em> Liu Bei.&nbsp; So it hurt when he proclaimed to no longer wished for her to be in his presence.<br><br>Giving a quick bow of her head, Shaye leaves the room without saying a word.&nbsp; She didn't have the right.&nbsp; She <em>knew</em> that she'd done the right thing.&nbsp; It would only be a matter of time before the Prince's enemies discovered his trusting nature.&nbsp; Better the lesson be learned through her than a real assassin. But despite knowing this to be true, Shaye still felt...&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 03:38:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd be met with silence for more than a few hours, left to her own devices.&nbsp; Finally, it would be Furcas that would come to meet her in the room, moving with the gait of someone fairly determined.&nbsp; When he strode into her room, it was with his head held high and his eyes ablaze with fury.&nbsp; Upon entering the room, he'd merely fling out a hand and bark out a word in Celestial.&nbsp; The pressure of magic would be instant as bonds of force would simply lift and take Shaye against the far wall, magic that held and restrained.&nbsp; This time, it was her that would be on the receiving end of a tongue lashing.&nbsp; Furcas stood in the middle of the room, death within his eyes.<br><br>"You have done a monstrosity to this kingdom," he spat at her.&nbsp; "The Prince was kind, yes, trusting, perhaps.&nbsp; But there's something that EVERYONE forgot.&nbsp; He did not stand alone.&nbsp; He stood with generals who could lay waste to villages with little thought.&nbsp; His advisor has slain more than his own fair share of demons within this land.&nbsp; And you, outsider, have somehow brought the change about him that was NOT needed."&nbsp; A quick flick of his hands and the bonds were released.&nbsp; "I have not the time nor the desire to say anything else to you.&nbsp; Pack your things, and depart from the city.&nbsp; If you are not beyond these walls by nightfall, you'll have more than you can imagine chasing at your heels."<br><br>There was a sharp rebuke issued from beyond the door as Liu Bei would enter, cutting his gaze at Furcas.&nbsp; "No," he said.&nbsp; "No, I do not think she'll be let go just yet.&nbsp; Obviously, she is here to teach me a lesson.&nbsp; She's done a job on my ego, on my dreams, but she's not to leave yet."&nbsp; He would pause, looking at Shaye, and the hurt was evident in his eyes.&nbsp; "Go, Furcas.&nbsp; Go and leave us.&nbsp; Perhaps it is time I woke up to the world.&nbsp; Perhaps she'll assist me in that."&nbsp; He'd smile a weary, worn smile that had been sapped of his usual charisma.&nbsp; Furcas was borderline apoplectic as he stood, mouth agape, completely baffled.&nbsp; "Prince!" he stuttered, at a loss for words.<br><br>"Go."&nbsp; That was the final word, and with it carried the weight of the royal.&nbsp; As Furcas glared at Shaye, all but killing her with his gaze, Liu Bei would place a hand upon Furcas' shoulder.&nbsp; The advisor was defeated, would lower his head, and leave the room.&nbsp; The door shut behind them, leaving the Prince and Shaye alone.&nbsp; He moved to a chair and sat within it, leg crossed at the knee, fingers steepled before him.&nbsp; "What do you believe I need to be a ruler and leader, Shaye?&nbsp; What, to you, does a man need to lead?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 04:08:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaye was left to dwell on her actions for the next several hours.&nbsp; Dealing with the guilt, as well as everything else, was difficult.&nbsp; Shaye was not used to remorse. <br><br>Hours of silence ended in an instant, when Shaye suddenly found herself magically forced against a wall, Furcas offering a clear demonstration of just how much more powerful he was than her, despite all the training she'd been given at the hands of Nymril and Gabriel.&nbsp; He roared at her, clearly far more furious than he had let on when the Prince had originally expressed his concerns with her.&nbsp; "And where were his generals when I did such damage to your kingdom?&nbsp; Where were you?" Shaye snaps back, her damned temper unfurling, forcing out insults where there should have been silence.<br><br>He released her suddenly, and Shaye's hands automatically reach for her daggers, not trusting that Furcas's attacks would stop after his order for her to leave.&nbsp; Furcas might be more powerful than her, but she'd be damned if she died without fighting tooth and nail.&nbsp; She'd burn this entire castle down if she had to.<br><br>But then there was the Prince, cutting Furcas down at the seems, stopping the would-be battle before it had even truly begun.&nbsp; <br><br>And then they were alone, Furcas abandoning Shaye, forcing her to witness just what she'd done to the Prince in such a short span of time.&nbsp; "Don't ask me that Prince." her hands drop from where her daggers were strapped at her sides.&nbsp; "Don't ask me that." She repeats as she slowly makes her way to him, her steps tentative. "I don't know anything about leading.&nbsp; I've led nothing, and the leaders I've met have been few and far between."<br><br>"The only thing I know about, the only thing I've ever <em>really</em> known about...is surviving."<br><br>"I know that this time last year...if someone had slipped as little as a loaf of bread into my hands, I would have slit your throat at their behest.&nbsp; I know that I would have smiled at you, would have sat at your table, and would have found an opportunity to shove my blade into your belly.&nbsp; I know I would have done that, because that's who I was.&nbsp; Desperate."&nbsp; Shaye sinks into the chair opposite Liu Bei then, all the fire for once in her life, completely drained out of her. For a moment Shaye's eyes dim as she looks into the past, thinking back to winters in Roden, to a time when she was barely half a person.&nbsp; <br><br>"And I know that I was not the exception.&nbsp; There are thousands of desperate people in this world. Hungry...-starving, cold, alone....People who would do, and will do <strong>anything</strong> for what you would probably consider nothing." <br><br>"You hate me for what I did to you.&nbsp; You should hate me.&nbsp; But you need to survive Liu Bei.&nbsp; You <em>have</em> to survive.&nbsp; You told me what you dreamed your country would be like under your reign...and it was beautiful." Her words came out strained, uncomfortable with the compliment that came out of her mouth.&nbsp; Shaye didn't flatter people easily.&nbsp; <br><br>"But what use is your dream if you die before making it reality?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 12:32:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He would nod his head at her words, still sitting comfortably in his chair.&nbsp; "Do you know why I had the outlook I did?" he said, speaking of the incident and what had changed already as if it could not be again.&nbsp; As if the words she'd said had brought about a complete change in him, an outlook on life that could no longer be.&nbsp; "No one in my part of the empire goes hungry.&nbsp; No one in this area has to worry about starvation, about not being able to eat from this day to the next.&nbsp; The people are protected because that was my first decree when the civil war began.&nbsp; When we all went to our little chunks of the empire, when our armies started to be consolidated, I made sure that no matter what, the richest cities here would feed my people."<br><br>"I am a dreamer, perhaps.&nbsp; I do not want unnecessary bloodshed.&nbsp; But you have a point.&nbsp; I was too accepting, just because you were of the Jade Celestials.&nbsp; But you were correct."&nbsp; He'd pause, fingers entwining and his chin came to rest upon them.&nbsp; "I will not lessen my need to protect the people of my land.&nbsp; I will not compromise that, nor my desire to see the empire unified.&nbsp; But you have shown me that being kind, that being trusting, is not always the most beneficial of things.&nbsp; So I will have to adapt, and I will have to change my ways.&nbsp; You, as the outsider, know much more about adapting than I do.&nbsp; So I would seek your help."&nbsp; He would continue to look at her, eyes showing an age to them that did not exist before their encounter.<br><br>"You wished to see the courtesans," he said finally.&nbsp; "Come, I will take you there.&nbsp; I think I need a little bit of time to receive some pampering, in a sense.&nbsp; My ego is bruised, my ideals have been put in check, but I will not let that stop me from ensuring the people are cared for.&nbsp; I just have to start learning how to use the blood in my veins, the mind in my head, and the heart in my chest to their best effect."&nbsp; He looked at her still, those haunted eyes, and a slight smile crossed his lips.&nbsp; "Of course, I could always ask you to show me what you know of the ways of the flesh, but I don't think that would go over well.&nbsp; You've shown how vulnerable I am, and I do not wish to be put in my place a second time in so few hours."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 18:11:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Poor Furcas.&nbsp; In little more than a day she'd ruined his beloved Prince.&nbsp; What would this change?&nbsp; Would his people notice?&nbsp; But then he was defending himself, and Shaye began to understand just how little she knew about the Dragon Kingdoms.&nbsp; A land where no one starved?&nbsp; It sounded like something out of a fairy tale.&nbsp; Impossible.&nbsp; But Lui Bei seemed to believe so, and she was not of a mind to contradict his belief system for a second time.&nbsp; <br><br>It seemed that her lesson had gotten through to him, but at a tremendous cost.&nbsp; Why was she still feeling guilty?&nbsp; She had succeeded in everything she'd sought to do when she'd threatened him in the hallway.&nbsp; The people now had a Prince who was aware that not every smiling face held a trustworthy nature behind it.&nbsp; They had a Prince who now knew the importance of adapting to the new situation he'd found himself in.&nbsp; They had a Prince who was now far more likely to survive the war.&nbsp; <br><br>So why did she still feel awful?<br><br>"Are you sure you still want to take me?&nbsp; I heard what you said to Furcas...I'd understand if you choose to only see me when you have to."&nbsp; He no longer wanted to spend time with her, he'd said as much.&nbsp; "You don't need to concern yourself with my feelings Prince, insults and isolation don't shake me."&nbsp; If anything it was just the opposite, kindness and consideration had Shaye lash out far more than the latter did.&nbsp; <br><br>"With that said..." she rises from her seat and walks the short distance between herself and Lui Bei, and she leans down so that they were now at eye level.&nbsp; "If you want me, you'll have me."Placing a hand on his cheek, Shaye's slender fingers almost cradle the Prince's face as her lips hover mere centimeters from his own.&nbsp; "I won't hurt you a second time Lui Bei.&nbsp; I swear it." Her eyes turn downwards, looking to the small imperfection she'd forced onto his skin.&nbsp; The closest thing she'd give as an apology.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>17-12-2013, 00:55:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liu Bei gave a slight smile at her words.&nbsp; He'd reach to take her free hand and bring her down into his lap.&nbsp; He didn't care that they were clothed, at least for the time being.&nbsp; He would place his face against her cheek, almost nuzzling it for a moment before speaking softly.&nbsp; "I have not been with a woman in a few years," he said simply.&nbsp; "I have been busy.&nbsp; But as has been pointed out, I need to start making adjustments to my life.&nbsp; I think the first is ensuring that I find a warm, female body in my bed more often."&nbsp; He'd slide his hands down to her sides, letting his hands slip under her shirt and touch along her body.&nbsp; He was probably not the greatest of lovers, but there was a slight hesitance to his touch that was showing deference.&nbsp; Even with her words, he didn't move beyond just laying his hands along her sides, letting his mouth move from her cheek to her lips.<br><br>They had been offered, and he would take her up on that offer.&nbsp; His lips, soft for a man's, would brush against hers before he tilted his head, seeking to deepen the intimate moment.&nbsp; She'd exposed him of his limitations, shown him that he had to become harder to take control of the empire.&nbsp; Now, he'd take her up on the offer to have her.&nbsp; His mouth would tease at hers, tongue flicking out to coax along her lips.&nbsp; Still he did not take it all from her, teasing her to give him entrance as opposed to forcing things upon her.&nbsp; But there was that knowledge that since she'd given permission, at least to this point, he'd take it and more if he could.&nbsp; His hands roamed along her sides and her lower back, showing a deft touch when it came to touching certain spots that may be more pleasurable than others.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>17-12-2013, 02:32:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wasn't shocked by his confession, having just an hour ago contemplated his possible virginity.&nbsp; Still, being too busy for sex for <em>years</em> seemed a little excessive.&nbsp; Up until the moment she'd ruined him, Liu Bei had been accommodating and charismatic.&nbsp; She could only assume at how many women had tried to seduce him over the years...had he actually rebuked them?&nbsp; <br><br>"I think-" Shaye murmurs as her free hand moves along his shirt, feeling at the silky material and the opening caused by the silk being folded over itself.&nbsp; His clothing was almost feminine in nature, the material far more delicate than anything Shaye had ever worn, that much was certain.&nbsp; "That is a very-" she kisses along his jawline as she adjust her position in his lap, "very-" she continues tugging at his clothing, not sure how the outfit came off, and deciding that tugging was the best method, "very good idea."&nbsp; And she would be very happy to offer her services in that regard.&nbsp; <br><br>The dark brown dress that Shaye wore was coarse, the cloth was cheap even when it wasn't being compared to the Prince's own.&nbsp; She was eager to get it off of her, so that she could enjoy the feel of Lui Bei without anything in the way.&nbsp; Still, she enjoyed his kiss.&nbsp; He was...gentle.&nbsp; His moves were tentative, soft, as though each motion had been carefully selected rather than randomized in a flight of passion.&nbsp; She moans into their kiss, opening her mouth wider and seeking out his tongue while her hands pull away from him, already working to shrug off the dress that got in their way.&nbsp; <br><br>Breasts now bare and free from their confines, Shaye pulls back for a moment in order to force the crumpled material down her thighs as well.&nbsp; Licking her lips, she offers a heated gaze at the Prince, eyes promising all the sensual things to come.&nbsp; He might be a soft, slow lover, but Shaye was not.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJGenXCide</strong> on <strong>23-12-2013, 15:47:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Prince would pull back for a moment, looking at all the bare skin she had and would make a very calm, assessive statement.&nbsp; "You have a wonderful body," he said as he would let his own gaze, filled with lust and heat, scan over her before returning to her face.&nbsp; He'd speak nothing else for the time being, for he leaned forward to capture her lips once more.&nbsp; Tongue entwined with hers, he let a hand move up to cup the back of her head and hold her against his kiss, as if trying to devour her from the mouth down.&nbsp; His other hand moved between them, palm towards her, as he cupped her within his soft hand.&nbsp; His middle finger began to stroke the length of her slit, dipping just a bit inside before he drove the finger within her.<br><br>He was there at her mouth to capture any moans, groans, sounds of pleasure that may escape her.&nbsp; For all the softness to him, for all the slow movements, the Prince did seem to know what he was doing.&nbsp; And as he kissed her, he let his finger work inside of her, making little circles as he flexed the digit, pushing in and out of her as best he could with that lone finger.&nbsp; Shirt gone, he still had the trousers on as she happened to be sitting on them.&nbsp; Eyes closed, he savored the feel of her against him, working themselves up into a frenzy of love making.&nbsp; The kiss would have to finally be broken as he came up for air, panting, but kept his finger working inside of her.&nbsp; "I will not lie," he said between gasps of breath.&nbsp; "I am a...large man."<br><br>Working the digit inside of her had been his own form of preparation.&nbsp; He didn't wish to harm her when they actually began to have sex.&nbsp; The Prince's bare torso would reveal a man in shape, but not well defined like a soldier may be.&nbsp; Instead, the defining feature of his body would be the massive jade dragon that graced his chest, spread out over his pectoral region.&nbsp; It was akin to the celestial dragons, showing no wings but a long, sinuous form that she would have seen within any of the books she'd looked at.&nbsp; "Let me feel your sweet release," he whispered to her.&nbsp; "I want to know what you taste like, Shaye."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Shaye's Story (Sephora + DJGenXCide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>02-01-2014, 00:01:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He flattered her, and she responded positively. It was strange, how quickly the atmosphere had changed from just one hour previous.&nbsp; It hadn't even been a full day since she'd 'threatened' the prince, and he'd decided he no longer wanted her company.&nbsp; But there they were, living proof that lust could in fact conquer all.&nbsp; His kiss was different than his touches, all passion-no finesse.&nbsp; It made for an amazing contrast, and Shaye found her hips almost involuntarily bucking against his hand as his finger finds its way inside of her.&nbsp; <br><br>If he wasn't kissing her, she would have been loud.&nbsp; But that wasn't the case, and instead a dozen muffled cries flew from her mouth into his as he managed to prove his abilities quite well.&nbsp; It was impressive for any man to make a woman wet with one finger, while she confined him by resting on his lap, it was even more impressive from a man who had no real need of learning such a skill.&nbsp; It was a well known fact that rich and powerful men could afford to be shoddy lovers.&nbsp; <br><br>So when he went on to warn her about the size of his girth, Shaye grinned down with him before she slinks off of his lap.&nbsp; "If I may offer you a little political advice?" She asks with a smirk as she leads him off of his seat.&nbsp; "From now on, when you are trying to gain allies-" she takes hold of the silk strand that tied his pants together and pulls on it, using it as a leash to pull him as she walked backwards, towards her bed. "-start with that sentence."<br><br>The back of her knees hit the bed, and she places a few well placed kisses along the Prince's tattoo.&nbsp; It was surprising to see that so gentle a man was willing to experience the pain that a tattoo like this one required.&nbsp; Prince Lui Bei seemed full of surprises.&nbsp; "Well, if you insist." She grins at him as he asks to taste her, and she finally takes her place on her bed, her legs spread for the Prince to enjoy.
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