Post by Knight of Aratar on Nov 18, 2005 13:50:46 GMT -7
( this was an rp session Danica & i had & will be on going here.. i believe it will be her turn to post after this anyone is welcomed to post as this will stard in the garden & then end up with the coronation of Aratar... but mostly it's storyline development for Danica & Aratar.)
Knight_Aratar: ** twilight... the weather was quite nice.. the sweltering heat of the day waning edging off & cooled by the copse of trees that adorned the lanes of the Empress' garden.. it had been only a few days since she'd died & left everything to her trusted Captain... it was a sudden thing... her heart broken.. he didn't blame her.. only felt for his friend... his dark features were contemplative... his lapis orbs looking out into the expanding night... his feathered wings flexing with a bit of tension.. that tension singing in the air.. all around him.. his head full of so many conflicting emotions... sorrow, sadness... elation.. & shame... for he was Aratar... a member of the great deadly family.. the killers of thousands... supposedly evil.. but he'd always been the black sheep... Beauty had always laughed at him for it...all these things came into play as he took his repose in her garden... troubled for the first time in millenia... he looked out to the horizon again & sighed heavily.. the one thought truly plaguing his mind " this time you've done it oh boy... you really have to grow up now"... ::
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Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She, of course, had no idea that the gardens were occupied. The general populous didn't frequent them during the later hours, most of the people in the kingdom sitting down for dinner at about this time. She wandered, looking at the pretty foliage, wondering when her parents would -finally- get done with... Whatever it was they were doing... They had said something about meeting the new 'Grand Duke', whomever that was. Her two servants followed closely behind, their eyes downcast, they silent and docile... Exactly how she liked them. Her last slave had had the nerve to look upon her while she bathed, and she had made doubly sure her next servant did not make the same mistake by letting him watch the rather graphic execution. She enjoyed that sort of thing... Peasants were there as her servants, and should have known their place by now.*
Knight_Aratar: :: her heard someone the rush of garments with his keen senses... but he made no move nor did he make a move to greet whoever it might be... he wished only to be Antonio tonight... with that... his wings seem to dissapate into the etheral plane so as not to disturb anyone by the site of him... he was not wholly unhandsome.. he had the rugged features of a warrior, a square mandable... his height was an impressive 6'4"... & he was built to put it bluntly "like a brick crap house"... the ebony armor that adorned his countenance accentuated every part of that perfectly... his wavy unruly brown hair hung to his shoulders & made him look like he was a much younger man... like 17 or so.. though his true age was incalculable::
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She, in as revealing an attire as the government would allow her to get away with, wore the very finest. On her wrists were coiled bracelets made to look like fighting demons, on her pointer fingers were rings mad to cover her entire finger and resemble claws, her other fingernails brightly polished red. She wore a sheer black dress with red stitching and what could only be described as a single silk ribbon, starting at one side of her hip, crossing over her breast just enough to conceal the nipple, looping aound her neck and doing the same to her other breast. It was not entirely to receive male attention, mind you... She made it a point to execute any servant who would dare look upon her. Thus far, very very few of her servants made it past a bare few weeks... But, in her kingdom, servants were quite common. Her smoky red eyes and perfect lashes were made up for the occasion, and her beautiful, shimmering hair was the color of a bloody midnight. She strolled quietly through the gardens, quite unaware of her surroundings while browsing the blooms, her short, polished horns jutting from her brow on either side of her bangs.*
Knight_Aratar: :: he stayed silent.. resound in his shadows near a quite beautiful rose bush.. the blooms of which were hybrid to be perfect... the color of smokey violet almost silver in hue... the stems of which bore no thorns... it was Antonio's favorite plant in the entire garden & there was only one here... the perfection of the rose brought him a strange comfort... that nothing else up to this point was able to do... ::
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Lady Danica DeCarthos: *He heard a curious little sound, almost like a squeal of unexpected glee, as she trotted over to the bush, she absolutely adoring the color of them… Hansem! *Her somewhat larger male servant perked up and stepped forward.* ...I want you to ask the Grand Duke for some seeds for this beautiful plant... I want them in the northern courtyard so I can see them from my window. *Her servant, bowing slightly, muttered and assent, and she doted over the beautiful bush of flowers. She traced her claw-like adornment over the tip of the most beautiful rose, she slowly sighing.* Oh, if all the world were as beautiful as this flower... I'd never have to worry about mussing my hair again.
Knight_Aratar: :: he blinked turning the the woman & her curious glee at his roses... for truly it was Aratar that had brought the dying seedling here... to the gardener so many years ago to nurse back to health... he watched for a moment.. raising a dark brow at the women & her servants... he'd never quite understood that about people of privilage... needing attendants for their every whim.. but then again... he'd always been mostly self sufficient... though his thoughts were roused by her beauty.. & he did notice the soft curvature of her frame & the way the crimson ribbon seemed to accentuate those eyes.. & the swell of her parts... he blinked.. furrowing a brow.. shaking his head a bit... what was it he suddenly felt?... he wasn't sure but he dismissed it as he cleared his throat and stepped idly from his shadows to speak lightly his voice was a nice tenor, not to deep, not to high... the perfect melding of masculinity... :: You know M'Lady there is only one bush in this entire Empire.. & it resides here...
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She, taken aback by his sudden speech, stepped back a bit, certain areas of her chest swaying seductively... Oh, her outfit was very well planned. Her suitors were many, and their gifts lavish and rich... She did what little she was required to do to hold their attention. She finally saw the figure in the dark that had spoken to her, her eyes immediately growing softer, her practiced demeanor meant to beguile and charm those she spoke to, though she meant very little of what she said, on the rare occasion she was required to speak... Her sensual voice, smoky and mysterious, rose from her throat to greet his ears playfully. Her hands went to her voluptuous hips, her perfect marble-white skin almost glowing in the waxing moonlight...* Well, I shall have to ask the lord of the house if I might grace by humble courtyard with some of the most beautiful flowers -in- the empire... *She was delighted, apparently, by their unique color... They would make such a fine backdrop to the screams and cries of her servants as she watched them punished for their transgressions. Of course, if things made her somewhat uneasy (as rare as that occurance was), she could simply look upon the delicate blooms and lay her mind to rest.* ...I am Danica DeCarthos... Daughter of Lady Enrica. And... You are?
Knight_Aratar: ** he watched the unmistakable softness with which she brought that hard countenance to demur before a prince.. instantly knowing the cruelty that exuded from her as if a fragrance she wore for fancy.. the strategically planned attire all part of a simple play... & he had to admit it was a quite successful ploy... for he found himself drawn & yet repulsed by her... which... was not unwholy a bad thing on her part, in intrigued him to no end he was after all a glutten for punishment.. being the mischivious one of his family... he walked forward with an uncanny etheral grace that angels of his calibur carried... his gauntletted hand reaching for hers softly, gentlemenly bringing her delicate hand to his lips fora gentle kiss :: I am Antonio Knight of Aratar :: using his true title one that wouldn't give away the fact that he was the Grand Duke , he smiled to her... bowing in light respect to the lady's presence:: a pleasure Lady Danica
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She didn't recognize him... So that meant that she was of a higher class than him. She never kept tabs on the imperial city as well as she should have, there being far too many masters and mistresses among the nobles... But, she did not recognize this man in particular. She spoke, almost as an afterthought, in answer.* Oh... Greetings, sir Knight. I as always am humbled by the puster of the Imperial Capital, and have found it to be a far cry nicer than my much more humble home. To live here must surely be a rare privilege. *She was all pomp and circumstance, and he knew it... She was never serious in her reverance, for parents, for angels, or for gods. She hadn't the opportunity to meet the latter two, but she would fall and bow and scrape like a good mortal should.*
Knight_Aratar: :: he really did like her... so.. charming.. he wasn't sure if he wanted to slap her for being so insolent & arrogant.. or to hug her & tell her she was cute... which he knew would warrant a good smarting slap across those rugged features... thoughs small gauntlets on her fingers would sting something fierce & that brought a smile to his face... well it was more a mirthful smirk:: please lady.. let's do without the pleasentries of diplomacy eh?... we are just.. two people admiring the Duke's Sterling Roses... :: he gave up the first clue with the naming of the roses of who he truly was... & he knew she'd pick up on it.. but he turned to admire them then.. silent.. thinking of the past ...::
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She stood, looking upon the figure that looked upon the Sterling Roses.. Such a nice name for roses. She had a sneaking suspicion... But why would he?... She put it out of her mind as she slunk up to his form, the claw on her right hand clinking once against his armor.* And why, sir Knight, are you gracing the Gardens at such an unusual time? I came to view the flowers in privacy with my servants, but... Is there an occasion? *She was not the most empathic person, but she did pick up on body language very well, being a master of it herself... The shift of a cloth, or the somewhat inncuous intake of breath to increase her bust size just so could sway the mind of a male so very amusingly... She enjoyed toying with her suitors even more than tormenting her servants.*
Knight_Aratar: :: he wondered if he should lie... or give up the game..he turned to her with a kind smile on those dark tanned features... his lapis orbs lighting his brooding countenance a bit :: I was merely patrolling the area for the Duke... & admiring his bush... as i did so... do you think that a crime ? ::he tilted his head rather ferally his question not coy or pretentious or even offencive:: no occasion.. save for perhaps the setting of the sun...
Lady Danica DeCarthos: Oh, what sort of trouble could someone start in a patch of flowers... *She had caught him in his lie, though she was being nonchalant about it... Her voice grew distant, aloof, as she slunk away from him, her servants quick to glance away before she noticed them catch the barest glance at her swaying breasts or the curve of her thighs as the silks enveloping her lower half parted to allow her knees as she padded across the pathway to inspect a very much less interesting flower, mocking dismissal of him but, of course, expecting him to apologize and say what he was really doing in such a place at such an hour.*
Knight_Aratar: :: it actually wasn't a lie... he was strolling through the garden to patrol the area... his.. gardens now... old habits of the soldier died hard after all.. & he had been waiting to see if there was any word from Nethanal... about Beauty... it had already been three days... but he knew his "brother" would return.. he had to the coronation was a day away... & he needed his new Captain of the Gaurd near... :: I truly don't know M'Lady.. that's why i'm here... the Empire is mine to protect.. & it's royalty as well.. there could be villians everywhere & nowhere... so here i am... :: he didn't apologize nor did he move to where she had walked... his voice was steady & it carried to her with ease... but his eyes were on those roses... a moment more before gazing upward toward the stars... ::
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She almost huffed at his refusal to be her pawn. It was an alien concept, someone who didn't fawn over her, and her arms crossed over her ample chest as she shot a glance at his back. Shrugging the indignancy off, she smiled again, her smoky red lips turning up a little. She hadn't had a challenge in some time. She slowly made her careful way to him once more, standing with her back to the roses, she facing him, looking up a good few inches to see his remarkable eyes...* And what would you rather look upon, sir Knight?... The roses, the stars... Or me?
Knight_Aratar: :: he was lost in his thoughts again he'd hardly noticed her approach him again.. as she was a bit shorter than he... he blinked quite surprised as she spoke to him.. he looked at her.. those lapis orbs falling on her like a shooting star... so ravishing... so filled with a bit of their own magick, lethargic... cunning...& seductive... he'd never used his other powers.. but to kill... he'd seemed to have fallen so far... but he smiled recovering quickly with his signature smirk :: Is that an ultimatum or a threat M'Lady? :: he asked quite frankly... she was a pretentious little thing.. but he liked all her fire ::
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She lowered her head slightly, her lips parting just so, her eyes cast upward at an only slightly seductive angle.* Nothing as forward as that, good sir Knight... *She'd forgotten his name, really... Which is why she used the title so often... He was a simple knight, she wouldn't be meeting him again. Strange that he'd resisted her advances thusfar, the typical guardsman was the first to fall to her charms. She enjoyed having them make their awkward attempts at wooing her, her in their bed the only thing on their minds as they forgot their duties... Only to be cast aside like an uncomfortable shawl when she grew tired. This fellow... Was interesting. Aloof and nearly as cold as she, he cared little for her form... He was no simple knight, as much as he attempted to act like one.*...Merely a question... Many men of the kingdom would never pass up a chance to look upon someone such as myself.
Knight_Aratar: :: he watched her with the sort of detatchement his prowess leant him... if he wished he could have had her... had her worshipping at his feet... or break her... & the thing was he was a true knight, his mannerisms & "chaste" attitude were adopted since the olden times when knights were chilvilrous & pledged to their duty... he'd never found love because he'd never looked... but now it seemed he would have to for the sake of his Empire.... "His Empire"... so it was that the game was played... their pieces strategically placed... but he had to surpress the need to laugh.. because that would just be plain rude she was so arrogant but she was beautiful he had to admit that at least:: Well with beauty such as yours i could see why M'lady...
Lady Danica DeCarthos: Mm... *She was growing somewhat tired of staying on her feet. The thought crossed her mind to weave a spell to summon some sort of chair, but that would be a somewhat flagrant display of power on her behalf... And she had no idea the restrictions on magic in the Gardens. She opted instead to walk, her hips swaying demurely, away, her tone light and playful...* I think I shall bid you good evening, sir 'Knight'... *Her tone was just a little flat at the inflection that she suspected something...* ...And I do so hope to see you at the banquet tomorrow evening.
Knight_Aratar: :: he felt bad because he wasn't really doing his duty he should have offered her a seat by his roses... but she was leaving.. he wondered if he should follow... but thought against it... he merely nodded & then bowed "respectfully” to her retreating back:: Be Well M’lady & i am sure you will see me on the morrow... :: with that he turned
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Knight_Aratar: ** twilight... the weather was quite nice.. the sweltering heat of the day waning edging off & cooled by the copse of trees that adorned the lanes of the Empress' garden.. it had been only a few days since she'd died & left everything to her trusted Captain... it was a sudden thing... her heart broken.. he didn't blame her.. only felt for his friend... his dark features were contemplative... his lapis orbs looking out into the expanding night... his feathered wings flexing with a bit of tension.. that tension singing in the air.. all around him.. his head full of so many conflicting emotions... sorrow, sadness... elation.. & shame... for he was Aratar... a member of the great deadly family.. the killers of thousands... supposedly evil.. but he'd always been the black sheep... Beauty had always laughed at him for it...all these things came into play as he took his repose in her garden... troubled for the first time in millenia... he looked out to the horizon again & sighed heavily.. the one thought truly plaguing his mind " this time you've done it oh boy... you really have to grow up now"... ::
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Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She, of course, had no idea that the gardens were occupied. The general populous didn't frequent them during the later hours, most of the people in the kingdom sitting down for dinner at about this time. She wandered, looking at the pretty foliage, wondering when her parents would -finally- get done with... Whatever it was they were doing... They had said something about meeting the new 'Grand Duke', whomever that was. Her two servants followed closely behind, their eyes downcast, they silent and docile... Exactly how she liked them. Her last slave had had the nerve to look upon her while she bathed, and she had made doubly sure her next servant did not make the same mistake by letting him watch the rather graphic execution. She enjoyed that sort of thing... Peasants were there as her servants, and should have known their place by now.*
Knight_Aratar: :: her heard someone the rush of garments with his keen senses... but he made no move nor did he make a move to greet whoever it might be... he wished only to be Antonio tonight... with that... his wings seem to dissapate into the etheral plane so as not to disturb anyone by the site of him... he was not wholly unhandsome.. he had the rugged features of a warrior, a square mandable... his height was an impressive 6'4"... & he was built to put it bluntly "like a brick crap house"... the ebony armor that adorned his countenance accentuated every part of that perfectly... his wavy unruly brown hair hung to his shoulders & made him look like he was a much younger man... like 17 or so.. though his true age was incalculable::
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She, in as revealing an attire as the government would allow her to get away with, wore the very finest. On her wrists were coiled bracelets made to look like fighting demons, on her pointer fingers were rings mad to cover her entire finger and resemble claws, her other fingernails brightly polished red. She wore a sheer black dress with red stitching and what could only be described as a single silk ribbon, starting at one side of her hip, crossing over her breast just enough to conceal the nipple, looping aound her neck and doing the same to her other breast. It was not entirely to receive male attention, mind you... She made it a point to execute any servant who would dare look upon her. Thus far, very very few of her servants made it past a bare few weeks... But, in her kingdom, servants were quite common. Her smoky red eyes and perfect lashes were made up for the occasion, and her beautiful, shimmering hair was the color of a bloody midnight. She strolled quietly through the gardens, quite unaware of her surroundings while browsing the blooms, her short, polished horns jutting from her brow on either side of her bangs.*
Knight_Aratar: :: he stayed silent.. resound in his shadows near a quite beautiful rose bush.. the blooms of which were hybrid to be perfect... the color of smokey violet almost silver in hue... the stems of which bore no thorns... it was Antonio's favorite plant in the entire garden & there was only one here... the perfection of the rose brought him a strange comfort... that nothing else up to this point was able to do... ::
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Lady Danica DeCarthos: *He heard a curious little sound, almost like a squeal of unexpected glee, as she trotted over to the bush, she absolutely adoring the color of them… Hansem! *Her somewhat larger male servant perked up and stepped forward.* ...I want you to ask the Grand Duke for some seeds for this beautiful plant... I want them in the northern courtyard so I can see them from my window. *Her servant, bowing slightly, muttered and assent, and she doted over the beautiful bush of flowers. She traced her claw-like adornment over the tip of the most beautiful rose, she slowly sighing.* Oh, if all the world were as beautiful as this flower... I'd never have to worry about mussing my hair again.
Knight_Aratar: :: he blinked turning the the woman & her curious glee at his roses... for truly it was Aratar that had brought the dying seedling here... to the gardener so many years ago to nurse back to health... he watched for a moment.. raising a dark brow at the women & her servants... he'd never quite understood that about people of privilage... needing attendants for their every whim.. but then again... he'd always been mostly self sufficient... though his thoughts were roused by her beauty.. & he did notice the soft curvature of her frame & the way the crimson ribbon seemed to accentuate those eyes.. & the swell of her parts... he blinked.. furrowing a brow.. shaking his head a bit... what was it he suddenly felt?... he wasn't sure but he dismissed it as he cleared his throat and stepped idly from his shadows to speak lightly his voice was a nice tenor, not to deep, not to high... the perfect melding of masculinity... :: You know M'Lady there is only one bush in this entire Empire.. & it resides here...
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She, taken aback by his sudden speech, stepped back a bit, certain areas of her chest swaying seductively... Oh, her outfit was very well planned. Her suitors were many, and their gifts lavish and rich... She did what little she was required to do to hold their attention. She finally saw the figure in the dark that had spoken to her, her eyes immediately growing softer, her practiced demeanor meant to beguile and charm those she spoke to, though she meant very little of what she said, on the rare occasion she was required to speak... Her sensual voice, smoky and mysterious, rose from her throat to greet his ears playfully. Her hands went to her voluptuous hips, her perfect marble-white skin almost glowing in the waxing moonlight...* Well, I shall have to ask the lord of the house if I might grace by humble courtyard with some of the most beautiful flowers -in- the empire... *She was delighted, apparently, by their unique color... They would make such a fine backdrop to the screams and cries of her servants as she watched them punished for their transgressions. Of course, if things made her somewhat uneasy (as rare as that occurance was), she could simply look upon the delicate blooms and lay her mind to rest.* ...I am Danica DeCarthos... Daughter of Lady Enrica. And... You are?
Knight_Aratar: ** he watched the unmistakable softness with which she brought that hard countenance to demur before a prince.. instantly knowing the cruelty that exuded from her as if a fragrance she wore for fancy.. the strategically planned attire all part of a simple play... & he had to admit it was a quite successful ploy... for he found himself drawn & yet repulsed by her... which... was not unwholy a bad thing on her part, in intrigued him to no end he was after all a glutten for punishment.. being the mischivious one of his family... he walked forward with an uncanny etheral grace that angels of his calibur carried... his gauntletted hand reaching for hers softly, gentlemenly bringing her delicate hand to his lips fora gentle kiss :: I am Antonio Knight of Aratar :: using his true title one that wouldn't give away the fact that he was the Grand Duke , he smiled to her... bowing in light respect to the lady's presence:: a pleasure Lady Danica
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She didn't recognize him... So that meant that she was of a higher class than him. She never kept tabs on the imperial city as well as she should have, there being far too many masters and mistresses among the nobles... But, she did not recognize this man in particular. She spoke, almost as an afterthought, in answer.* Oh... Greetings, sir Knight. I as always am humbled by the puster of the Imperial Capital, and have found it to be a far cry nicer than my much more humble home. To live here must surely be a rare privilege. *She was all pomp and circumstance, and he knew it... She was never serious in her reverance, for parents, for angels, or for gods. She hadn't the opportunity to meet the latter two, but she would fall and bow and scrape like a good mortal should.*
Knight_Aratar: :: he really did like her... so.. charming.. he wasn't sure if he wanted to slap her for being so insolent & arrogant.. or to hug her & tell her she was cute... which he knew would warrant a good smarting slap across those rugged features... thoughs small gauntlets on her fingers would sting something fierce & that brought a smile to his face... well it was more a mirthful smirk:: please lady.. let's do without the pleasentries of diplomacy eh?... we are just.. two people admiring the Duke's Sterling Roses... :: he gave up the first clue with the naming of the roses of who he truly was... & he knew she'd pick up on it.. but he turned to admire them then.. silent.. thinking of the past ...::
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She stood, looking upon the figure that looked upon the Sterling Roses.. Such a nice name for roses. She had a sneaking suspicion... But why would he?... She put it out of her mind as she slunk up to his form, the claw on her right hand clinking once against his armor.* And why, sir Knight, are you gracing the Gardens at such an unusual time? I came to view the flowers in privacy with my servants, but... Is there an occasion? *She was not the most empathic person, but she did pick up on body language very well, being a master of it herself... The shift of a cloth, or the somewhat inncuous intake of breath to increase her bust size just so could sway the mind of a male so very amusingly... She enjoyed toying with her suitors even more than tormenting her servants.*
Knight_Aratar: :: he wondered if he should lie... or give up the game..he turned to her with a kind smile on those dark tanned features... his lapis orbs lighting his brooding countenance a bit :: I was merely patrolling the area for the Duke... & admiring his bush... as i did so... do you think that a crime ? ::he tilted his head rather ferally his question not coy or pretentious or even offencive:: no occasion.. save for perhaps the setting of the sun...
Lady Danica DeCarthos: Oh, what sort of trouble could someone start in a patch of flowers... *She had caught him in his lie, though she was being nonchalant about it... Her voice grew distant, aloof, as she slunk away from him, her servants quick to glance away before she noticed them catch the barest glance at her swaying breasts or the curve of her thighs as the silks enveloping her lower half parted to allow her knees as she padded across the pathway to inspect a very much less interesting flower, mocking dismissal of him but, of course, expecting him to apologize and say what he was really doing in such a place at such an hour.*
Knight_Aratar: :: it actually wasn't a lie... he was strolling through the garden to patrol the area... his.. gardens now... old habits of the soldier died hard after all.. & he had been waiting to see if there was any word from Nethanal... about Beauty... it had already been three days... but he knew his "brother" would return.. he had to the coronation was a day away... & he needed his new Captain of the Gaurd near... :: I truly don't know M'Lady.. that's why i'm here... the Empire is mine to protect.. & it's royalty as well.. there could be villians everywhere & nowhere... so here i am... :: he didn't apologize nor did he move to where she had walked... his voice was steady & it carried to her with ease... but his eyes were on those roses... a moment more before gazing upward toward the stars... ::
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She almost huffed at his refusal to be her pawn. It was an alien concept, someone who didn't fawn over her, and her arms crossed over her ample chest as she shot a glance at his back. Shrugging the indignancy off, she smiled again, her smoky red lips turning up a little. She hadn't had a challenge in some time. She slowly made her careful way to him once more, standing with her back to the roses, she facing him, looking up a good few inches to see his remarkable eyes...* And what would you rather look upon, sir Knight?... The roses, the stars... Or me?
Knight_Aratar: :: he was lost in his thoughts again he'd hardly noticed her approach him again.. as she was a bit shorter than he... he blinked quite surprised as she spoke to him.. he looked at her.. those lapis orbs falling on her like a shooting star... so ravishing... so filled with a bit of their own magick, lethargic... cunning...& seductive... he'd never used his other powers.. but to kill... he'd seemed to have fallen so far... but he smiled recovering quickly with his signature smirk :: Is that an ultimatum or a threat M'Lady? :: he asked quite frankly... she was a pretentious little thing.. but he liked all her fire ::
Lady Danica DeCarthos: *She lowered her head slightly, her lips parting just so, her eyes cast upward at an only slightly seductive angle.* Nothing as forward as that, good sir Knight... *She'd forgotten his name, really... Which is why she used the title so often... He was a simple knight, she wouldn't be meeting him again. Strange that he'd resisted her advances thusfar, the typical guardsman was the first to fall to her charms. She enjoyed having them make their awkward attempts at wooing her, her in their bed the only thing on their minds as they forgot their duties... Only to be cast aside like an uncomfortable shawl when she grew tired. This fellow... Was interesting. Aloof and nearly as cold as she, he cared little for her form... He was no simple knight, as much as he attempted to act like one.*...Merely a question... Many men of the kingdom would never pass up a chance to look upon someone such as myself.
Knight_Aratar: :: he watched her with the sort of detatchement his prowess leant him... if he wished he could have had her... had her worshipping at his feet... or break her... & the thing was he was a true knight, his mannerisms & "chaste" attitude were adopted since the olden times when knights were chilvilrous & pledged to their duty... he'd never found love because he'd never looked... but now it seemed he would have to for the sake of his Empire.... "His Empire"... so it was that the game was played... their pieces strategically placed... but he had to surpress the need to laugh.. because that would just be plain rude she was so arrogant but she was beautiful he had to admit that at least:: Well with beauty such as yours i could see why M'lady...
Lady Danica DeCarthos: Mm... *She was growing somewhat tired of staying on her feet. The thought crossed her mind to weave a spell to summon some sort of chair, but that would be a somewhat flagrant display of power on her behalf... And she had no idea the restrictions on magic in the Gardens. She opted instead to walk, her hips swaying demurely, away, her tone light and playful...* I think I shall bid you good evening, sir 'Knight'... *Her tone was just a little flat at the inflection that she suspected something...* ...And I do so hope to see you at the banquet tomorrow evening.
Knight_Aratar: :: he felt bad because he wasn't really doing his duty he should have offered her a seat by his roses... but she was leaving.. he wondered if he should follow... but thought against it... he merely nodded & then bowed "respectfully” to her retreating back:: Be Well M’lady & i am sure you will see me on the morrow... :: with that he turned
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