Keeping the Blood Strong...  (Antone and Josietta)
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				Title: <strong>Keeping the Blood Strong...  (Antone and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 02:52:36</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;"... I decline..."<br><br>&nbsp;The words were spoken with an almost lazy authority from a robed figure, the hood drawn up to cast shadow over the features. It was entirely unnecessary, but would help with appearances, especially for envoys of the local royalty, whoever they were.... he hardly bothered to pay attention any longer, given how quickly things changed.<br><br>&nbsp;"You don't understand... this is a direct request from the King himself, for your assistance in our war against the invading country!" the word 'request' almost had the same ring as 'command'. The face of the captain was somewhat red, as if angered that -any- would dare deny the king, let alone some hermit of a wizard.... supposedly this man was un-equaled in magical might and intelligence... but they were likely rumors spread over years.<br><br>&nbsp;"you -will- come with us..."<br><br>&nbsp;Even as the captain spoke, the thirty armed men with him would slowly begin to form a half-circle towards the mage, all still on horseback, the shifting of weapons heard, a audible warning of what would happen if the mage didn't comply.<br><br>&nbsp;"... you seem to be under some form of false pretense. I will not be going anywhere, except back into my tower... you however will be turning around and leaving."<br><br>&nbsp;The voice of the mage never seemed to waver from its lazy tone, not even a tone of command, as if the man were actually stating a fact... their leaving seemed as much truth in his words as if he had said the sky was blue. He knew they were going to leave... the only issue would be whether it was of their own accord, ego's in tact... or forcefully, shown just how feeble they were in this world.<br><br>&nbsp;The captain, hearing this, would flare up, anger evidant by the crimson hue of his cheeks, and growled out loud...<br><br>&nbsp;"Subdue him!"<br><br>&nbsp;Of course, this would spur all the guards to rush in towards the figure, though despite the quickness of steed, they only got about halfway to the man, about 50 feet away, before every single one of them, aside from the captain, seemed to freeze in mid-step.<br><br>&nbsp;"... did you truly think I was a simple powerless hermit? I am he who would deny Kings... and yet you think to test my limits?"<br><br>&nbsp;As he spoke, he'd slowly take a step forward... and it might almost be a trick of the mind, but he seemed to be slightly larger, perhaps by a half-foot, than he was before. Another step, closer, but now he seemed even larger, now by a foot.... .step.... another foot in growth... Until he stood almost on top of the horsemen, though now no longer did he look a simple robed man, but a giant, towering 25 feet into the air, staring down at them, his eyes simple beads of light in the depths of the hoods darkness.<br><br>&nbsp;"Children should know how to act towards their superiors... test me again, and you'll think hell a sweet paradise...."<br><br>&nbsp;The fear was evident on many a soldier's eyes, even the captain looking a bit shocked. But just when he seemed on the edge of speaking, the large, robed figure would make a gesture, and everyone would simply vanish from sight. Almost a heartbeat afterwards, the image of a giant would disappear, only the robed mage left standing there.<br><br>&nbsp;Giving a slight shake of his head, he'd turn, and move back towards the simple door of the huge tower... he was almost a hermit, save for the company of only one other human in the tower... though there were countless animals, constructs, and summoned creatures moving about, some sentient, some not... so he wasn't truly alone.<br><br>&nbsp;Moving through the door, rather than opening it, he'd push back the hood of his robe, revealing a face that held a regal age, looking like a man going into the later years of his life, around 40-ish, hair mostly still dark as midnight, though his temples had begun to grey over, giving him an almost kingly look of aged authority. Of course, he was a good bit older than 40, but magic made anything possible.<br><br>&nbsp;Pulling the elaborate magely cloak off, he'd hang it aside the door, revealing simple pants and a loose white shirt that left a bit of his chest exposed, along with solid black boots. He dressed comfortably in his home, only using the robe to impress idiots.... same went for the simple magic... not harmful at all, but easy to use for intimidation.<br><br>&nbsp;Once inside, he'd look around for a moment, compressing his lips, wondering if his little slip of a daughter had been watching as she was prone to do... or if she'd been off studying like she was suppose to.... or perhaps even having some makeshift little adventure with some of the creatures of the tower like she was prone to do at times, despite her coming of age...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keeping the Blood Strong...  (Antone and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 04:29:58</strong>
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				<br>“You can’t hide forever,&nbsp; Alessa. Your father will be sorely upset that I did not keep you at your studies. This is not how a lady of your age and position acts. Come out at once!” <br><br>The voice boomed down the stairwell to the left side of the tower. A moment later a giggle could be heard and the padding of feet down the stone walkway in a running pattern. Streams of ebony waves were strewn out behind her as she ran. Her long tresses bouncing to a halt at the backs of her thighs and she whipped her head around to look ahead of her again. Her bright aqua eyes widened at the sight of her father coming in and she darted down a hallway into a room. <br><br>Alessa was no more than nineteen winters and had grown up around the magic her father possessed in hopes one day she would gain the same well sought gifts. She had a curvy form that proved her age a couple times over and she knew how to use it when she needed to, and it appeared she did indeed need to.<br><br><em>POOF! </em>&nbsp; The rotund pixie stood there before her now. His long peppered beard falling down to his rounded belly, his dark eyes narrowed at her and his finger outstretched to a point, ready to accuse and discipline.<br><br>“Now.. you look here! You can’t be running off in the middle of&nbsp; a less--- … oh no.. don’t do that. Alessa, geezus, you know …”<br><br>The creature took in a deep sucking breath and looked away sharply.<br><br>The young woman stood there leaned against the door way. One foot was propped against the door, wearing a pair of brown leather trousers and a white button down top. She knew it wasn’t lady like to wear such garments but they were comfortable and perfect for hunting in the swamps. <br><br>She had one hand on the front of her blouse, several buttons already undone as she exposed her sweet milky white flesh to him little by little. She giggled a little as the heaping mounds of her breast tops were exposed. As the short magical creature turned she giggled and darted back out the door again.<br><br>It didn’t take long for he to go headlong into her father, not looking where she was running, but rather what she was running from. She squeaked loudly and stumbled back a little.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keeping the Blood Strong...  (Antone and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 20:38:20</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Ghaleon (pronounced like the ship, galleon) would stumble forward a few steps, feeling the suddenly impact to his backside, and once he settled, he'd exhale very softly, shaking his head. He had too well an idea of what it was that had just hit him, and would very slowly turn around, a look of forced patience appearing upon his features. His eyes would fall upon his daughter, and would give the slightest shake of his head.<br><br>&nbsp;"And yet again here you are, running around, instead of studying. Any particular reason why?"<br><br>&nbsp;He didn't even really wait for her to answer, before a hand would lift upwards, and a simple snap of his fingers. Such a simple act, yet the flare of magic was obvious, and the rotund pixie would appear, floating in the air between them. Shaking his head, he'd look at the pixie, then the girl that was his only daughter, and then back, giving a slight shake of his head, and lifting a hand to stroke fingers through his hair.<br><br>&nbsp;"... and exactly why is it that she is here, instead of upstairs studying as she should be? That's why your here... to teach her..."<br><br>&nbsp;Eyes would drift over to his daughter, and look her up and down, taking note of the unflattering clothing, though the button-up blouse could be nice on its own. But his eyes would notice that quite a few buttons were undone, revealing generous expanse of curvaceous bosom, and he'd shake his head again.<br><br>&nbsp;"You might not be the same species, but most males would enjoy the view of such generous flesh, especially free... and yet you continue to let her use her womanly assets to tease you and let her slip away..... why?"<br><br>&nbsp;He'd look at the pair of them, obviously awaiting explanation, the look fo forced patience still upon his features, waiting to see what excuses they might come up with. The pixie wasn't the only one of the creatures in the tower that Alessa seemed to be able to get a hand over when it suited her desires. That partly irked him, though it was good to know that, even outside of the magic she was learning that she had a power that was wholly her own... the power of a beautiful woman. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keeping the Blood Strong...  (Antone and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 19:18:24</strong>
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				Alessa stared up at her father with wide innocent eyes. She knew she was in trouble but that her teacher would be more so.&nbsp; She watched as the portly pixie stuttered and took a few steps back. Her father was always adamant about certain things and the pixie would be the third mentor to try and teach her the magic before they would fall prey to her beauty and just give her anything for a peek at her beautifully rounded bosom. <br><br>The pixie didn’t know what to say at that. He was ashamed at his behavior and that the girl would use her wiles so easily on him. He shook his head to clear the image from his mind and stared up at the wizard with a determined look on his face.<br><br><strong>“It won’t happen again, Sir. She is a wily one. She is very skilled at distraction. Mayhaps we can use that in her studies to help rather than hinder us, no?”</strong><br><br>The young woman raised a brow and almost chuckled at his stumbling over his words and then at his adamant tone that he would not fall prey to her again. She knew what beauty she held and she knew how to work it. She just couldn’t conceive why she had to learn magic when her father was the best and there would really be no need for her with him around. Her head tilted a bit and she spoke softly to her father in that tender delicate tone.<br><br><strong>“He just wouldn’t stop looking, Father. So I just showed him what he was so eager to see. It was really getting difficult to study with his eyes wandering so.”</strong><br><br>Alessa looked at her handsome father and fluttered her lashes a little. She really did look innocent when she wanted to, and it was hard not to smile at her when she gave that adorable look. How could one so beautiful and so sweet be the cause of mischief?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keeping the Blood Strong...  (Antone and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 08:43:36</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Ghaleon would look down at the girl before him, and would give a slight shake of his head. It was true that she was a beauty unparalleled. But that didn't give her freedom to do whatever she wanted, simply because she could manipulate her male tudors with such. And looking at the innocent look she gave him, seeming all the more beautiful, given the un-innocent appearance of her body... it was enough to make even his blood warm a bit. Finally, he gave the slightest shake of his head.<br><br>&nbsp;"Fine. Since your so 'nice' and desire to let him see, then why not let him fully?"<br><br>&nbsp;With a slight flick of his hand, her clothing would suddenly vanish, leaving her standing there in nothing but what the gods had gifted her with. It would probably easily be enough for the pixie to blush into unconciousness. And Ghaleon himself took a few moments to fully eye the figure of his lush daughter. But eyes would drift back to her face, not seeming the least bit embarrassed about eyeing his own daughter like a piece of flesh.<br><br>&nbsp;"Since you seem unwilling to learn from others, then from now on, your going to learn directly from me. You are going to learn magic, because I may not always be around to protect you, and because I've never had an apprentice... so my ways have to be passed on to someone. And who better than my own flesh and blood? So I suggest you get used to the idea. And from now on, nothing is a given. You'll -earn- everything you get through your studies. You want to eat? Pass a quiz... you want a bath? Show you've learned a new spell. You want clothing of any kind, even if its only a thong? Prove to me your taking your studies seriously."<br><br>&nbsp;Apparently, her father had gotten to the point where he was through pampering her... something he'd done since she was born. And really, why wouldn't he? She was his only daughter, and thats what daddy's were suppose to do for their baby girls. But it was time for her to grow up, and learn... and he'd do everything he had to to ensure it happened. Of course, doesn't mean they couldn't have fun doing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keeping the Blood Strong...  (Antone and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 05:11:11</strong>
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				Alessa stood there in her crimson blush at having been bested at her own game. Her father knew her all too well and now her days of play seemed to be drawing to a close. She moved her hands in such a way it hid her lower half well, though her bosom was far too large to even attempt to hide it. With a few deep sighs she looked at the pixie who was indeed ready to pass out from his own embarrassment or maybe it was from the blood loss to his brain that suddenly seeped into his pants. The raven haired girl shifted some to move her hair forward covering her as best she could before looking upward at her regal parent. The only parent she had ever known.&nbsp; The dark haired girl's mother had died in childbirth leaving the mage to raise his only child on his own.&nbsp; Which he had well adjusted to over the years, recently having more trouble than he liked and now she was forced to be taught by himself instead of a tutor. <br><br>It was apparent now that she was to remain naked until she could learn a few simple spells. He had said so himself. She had to learn a spell, pass a quiz, show him that she was being serious. Maybe then she could have back her luxuries in life.&nbsp; Her bright eyes stared up at him and she tilted her head ever so slightly. He couldn't be -that- serious about it. Surely he wouldn't want just anyone seeing his only child naked. Who knew what might creep into the thoughts of those deprived enough to want her for themselves. She was far too innocent to know how to react to such advances, surely he didn't mean for it to be that way.... or so Alessa thought at any rate. <br><br><strong>"Father.... you are right. I should take it seriously. So why don't I just get dressed, we'll have something to eat and then I'll study the alchemy tome. You know its my best subject yet!"</strong><br><br>The pixie didn't say another word to either of them. He knew he was out of a job now and it was disappointing to say the least. The girl was a delight to look at and she was smart when she put her mind to it but she was also trouble and that in turn, got him into trouble.&nbsp; He willed himself to look away and tried to think of other things to take his mind off her supple form so that maybe he could turn with some dignity still left and make his way home. Alessa couldn't help but grin at him and his embarrassing situation, after all, he was far too much fun. Even still, she held it back mostly and turned her full gaze back on her father as though it never left him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keeping the Blood Strong...  (Antone and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 08:28:17</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Ghaleon would just watch his daughter as she attempted some form of modesty by covering her untried womanhood, though his eyes fell to her bosom for a moment, knowing even if she used both hands, she wouldn't be able to cover those full orbs. She had inherited her mother's full, lucious curves. Of course, even as she spoke up, as if trying to ease things back so that she could be comfortable, he couldn't help but give the slightest shake of his head, almost as if disappointed that his daughter, who he knew could be quite an intelligent individual (when she wanted to be) was being so dense.<br><br>&nbsp;A hand would lift, and give just a small flick of his wrist, and she'd feel a sudden lash across that tight ass of hers, almost as if someone had taken a switch, and landed a sharp smack across the middle of both firm cheeks. Of course, it would probably make her jump, in surprise if not so much in pain, bringing both his and the pixie's gaze to her chest. Even with a bit of hair hiding the orbs, they would dance in such a way that would bring focus to them. But his eyes would force back up to stare into hers unwavering, a man of firm will, who fully intended to get what he wanted.<br><br>&nbsp;"If you want clothing, of any kind, then show me that you do know some magic... that all the tutors I've tried to have teach you managed to drive something of worth into that head of yours. If you want food for your stomach, then you won't have any trouble trying to answer a few questions I give... and if you fail either of those, then you can just go work on studying your alchemy tome, naked and hungry."<br><br>&nbsp;Of course, after a moment Ghaleon would manage to rip his gaze from his daughters body, turning his focus to the pixie, who was still training to scrounge up some bit of dignity. A gesture of his wrist, and the pixie would be forced over in front of Ghaleon's face, the mage staring down into the smaller creature's face.<br><br>&nbsp;"And don't think your off the hook either. You didn't do a very good job of teaching... but lets see if you can do a better job of babysitting. If she asks for your help in studying, or learning magic, then you can give it if you want. But otherwise, you will just watch her and ensure she doesn't do anything against my will. Such as stealing food, or trying to dress up... And I -will- know if she breaks one of the rules, so you had better make sure she behaves. Or it will be both of your asses being punished, understand?"<br><br>&nbsp;Obviously Ghaleon couldn't be around the entire time. He had his own work to do, as well as the occasional job to earn money. So he would need someone around to keep an eye on her. And even if they decided to lie to him, he could easily find the proof in the depths of their mind, so even the truth couldn't be denied him. But he really hoped it wouldn't come to such a thing. He would like to be able to trust his daughter... and the pervy little pixie.
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