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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 18, 2010 20:55:44 GMT -5
Tadala walked into her room, the door a jar. She slipped out of her vest and laid it on the small table that came with the room. Sitting down she slipped out of her boots with a sigh. After running all day her feet were sore and her body was tired.
After meeting the young man at the bar she had excused herself and told him her room number if he wanted to continue to talk. He was sweet for a human. And after a long day she needed company though not the romantic type. But what would happen, would happen.
She twirled her hair into a messy braid before taking a sip of wine. Dinner with the young man had been pleasent to say the least. But sitting in her silent room alone, the day's events weared on her slightly.
(Sorry it sucks.)
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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 18, 2010 21:13:33 GMT -5
Scipio nervously tugged on the length of his vest, smoothed down his hair and checked his reflection in thr bathroom mirror for the umpteenth time before reluctantly deeming himself ready to go and meet Tadala. Dinner had gone well; to say Scipio was far out of practice in actually courting a lady, instead of merely picking up a giggling, floosy bartroller, was appropriate, though he was rather proud of himself for bringing to the table what gentlemanly courtesy he had remembered. He even thought of himself to have been quite smooth.
As he started down the hall leading to her room, however, he felt anything but. For one, he was sober, a rare occurance that robbed him of his usual fearless (if boorish) bravado. Secondly, he did not know what to expect, and though he rather hoped it would end similarly to his other exploits, he knew nothing was assured.
No matter, he thought, brightening at newfound optimism, surely she didn't invite me to her room because she found me repulsive. On the contrary, good things could come of this.
After standing in front of her door for nearly a minute, trying very hard to think of something witty to say as greeting, Scipio finally ditched a number of bad jokes ("room service!") and settled with simply knocking.
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 18, 2010 21:29:46 GMT -5
Tadala turned toward the door, "Come in."
She smiled when she saw Scipio, the young man from dinner. "Hello, stranger."
He looks nervous. I wonder why?
She titled her head and watched him. He was indeed handsome for a human. But that was as far as Tadala could see him. She preferred the Werecats' fierce nature, their sleek beauty, how they could make not a noise. Humans were different. Their movements didn't flow into the next, they never seemed fierce or protective, just cruel. And they always made noise, like downstairs earlier.
Tadala mentally shook herself. No. This was why she had invited Scipio, to take away those memories. Stomp them down, back into the darkness.
"Sorry for the casual attire but I've been on the road all day. So I'm a little tired."
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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 18, 2010 21:44:47 GMT -5
Scipio smiled in turn. "No need for aplogies," he said, gesturing at himself. "As you can see, I'm not exactly dressed like a prince myself."
Shutting the door quietly behind him, Scipio crossed the room, taking a seat on the trunk that the tavern owner had provided at the foot of the bed. "Where is it that you are travelling from, or to, if I can ask?"
(sorry for short post)
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 21, 2010 18:21:04 GMT -5
Tadala watched him as he moved across the room to sit before her. "I'm going back to my homeland, Feryn. I was asked to come teach a young healer the ropes. So I came. I finished my job yesterday and have been on the road since.
"What about you? What brings you here?"
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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 21, 2010 19:03:49 GMT -5
Scipio was quiet for a moment, thinking hard. Feryn...Feryn...he did not do much traveling outside of the countryside around Cados, anymore, but the name, nonetheless, seemed familiar.
"Me? I live around here," he said in delayed response to her inquiry, "my family owns a large house on the outskirts of Cados. I merely come to the taverns when I...erm...am not busy."
It clicked then, suddenly; a look of unbridled surprise took reign of his features. "You're a Werecat," he said faintly, bewildered; Werecats were things of legend, appearing (so they say) only when things of great importance were about to take place. Scipio had only seen one or two of them, in all of his years, and that had been messengers upon the battlefield.
He faltered for a minute. "You are, aren't you?"
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 21, 2010 19:15:16 GMT -5
The tips of Tadala's mouth perked up. So he figured it out. Now let's see what he does.
"Yes. I'm a Werecat. Does that scare you?"
She leaned back in her chair, her loose blouse shifting slightly. And now she waited.
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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 21, 2010 19:29:15 GMT -5
As she moved, Scipio's eyes were drawn reflexively to the smooth fabric of her blouse as it slid slightly out of place. Hastily adverting his gaze to somewhere, anywhere else, he glanced at the bed behind her, the flickering gas lamp on the table, finally back at her feet, shifting a bit in his own seat, seeing as his britches had constricted uncomfortably around his lower region.
"No," he said, running a hand through his hair and attempting to return to what he had considered suave. Focus! "But it isn't often you see one around...er, well, I suppose it's hard to know. Here I was thinking you were merely a beautiful woman." He offered a smile, unconsciously leaning close to her as he spoke.
"You're considered to be heralds, you know," he joked. "Tell me, what big event is about to come to pass?"
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 21, 2010 19:43:03 GMT -5
Tadala leaned forward, her chin resting lightly on her twined fingers as she smiled, showing off a bit of teeth, her canines a little longer than normal. "What am I not pretty anymore because I'm a Werecat? For shame sir, I shouldn't throw you out in the hall on that remark alone."
Her mental cat tail waved behind her, twitching back and forth. She was getting frisky, and not in a romantic way. It was like toying with a mouse, a cute mouse, but one nonetheless.
"I'll tell you the event. Come closer."
Tadala's smile broadened a bit, her heart racing. This would be fun.
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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 21, 2010 19:48:36 GMT -5
The look of stunned disbelief was quite comfortable on his features tonight; for what had to be at least the third time, it flickered over his face. Unbelieving in how lucky he seemed to be getting, he obeyed, leaning in ever closing, a smirk ill constrained on his features as he thought how incredibly, impossibly lucky he had to be getting....
(Sorry it's so short)
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 21, 2010 19:56:43 GMT -5
When Scipio was close enough she took a small breath and laid her teeth on his ear with just the slightly pressure and purred. She stayed there for a moment before leaning back and watching his reaction. She was just being a little devil tonight but maybe it was because Scipio was so easy to tease. "Is that a herald event for you, sir?"
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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 21, 2010 20:03:39 GMT -5
Scipio had actually closed his eyes against the sensation; fortunately, he had managed to open them before Tadala had sat back and seen him sitting there, looking blissfully lost. For a moment he stared into her brown eyes, and then he made a decision.
Screw it, he said. The other girls like when I'm outgoing; take a chance soldier.
A smirk spread along his features. "I'm not sure I heard you correctly," he said, and in one, swift movement he had stood and picked the small Werecat up, so that she was straddling him. Smiling up into her face, he leaned close so that his nose could almost rest against hers.
"Maybe you should speak up," he said.
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 21, 2010 20:10:20 GMT -5
Tadala made a small hiccuping noise as she was picked up and for a moment she was lost in the sensation of having Scipio so close. She pushed her weight down so she could stand but she didn't move away, she leaned into him. Her arms circling his neck. "One question: What do you want from me?"
She had leaned her lips against his ear as she spoke, her breath making the fine hair stand on end.
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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 21, 2010 20:15:52 GMT -5
(XD Harhunt, YOU'RE WELCOME. Can't wait to read the review.)
Scipio almost moaned aloud with frustration. She was toying with him; despite his impatient nature, however, he was surprised to find how little he minded.
Her question posed somewhat of a problem, however. Snaking his hands around her body, so that his fingers trailed beneath her blouse onto the bare skin at her hip, he pulled her tightly into his waist. "Can't you tell?" he murmured in return.
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 21, 2010 20:30:26 GMT -5
Tadala didn't want to pull away, she didn't want to move, and Scipio's fingers only made her whimper softly. "I- I-"
It was like she was... was in heat!
She pushed her fingers up into his hair as she wiggled her hips. Even now she wanted to tease him, get a reaction. But it was layered with warm, penetrating heat. What this why she had wanted Scipio to join her tonight, because she was in heat? She would of asked the Werecat downstairs from earlier be he hadn't sensed it. But Scipio did.
"L- Lo- Lower." Tadala whimpered again, her hips wiggling against his.
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