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Post by Ladon on Oct 16, 2017 0:49:53 GMT
The male with white hair fell to the floor, bloodied as he wiped away the crimson smear across his face. His angry gaze met the abuser above. The dark haired one looked down at him with seething rage, piercing dark eyes as he marched toward him again. The other on the guard scurried, however his gaze did not look at him in fear, but with gravity. Again he kicked him in the side, causing him to wince in pain, holding his side as he curled up into a rather fetal position. Pathetic. All of it. Him. Ladon gazed down upon him, his eyes strongly contrasting with the darkness that surrounded them with an eery glow. A glow of fury. They almost appeared a radiating white as a strong glare flashed from them. They looked down at him mercilessly. Another kick to his side, causing the merfolk to groan in pain. Ah, how it rang in his ears. The bloody sight of him was rather pleasing. Rather amusing. Salil did not have enough strength to speak of anything, and as he continued to moan in pain, Ladon picked him up roughly by his short white hairs.
"You're the reason he's gone," he said lowly, in a deep tone. Another kick. Salil fell to the floor, unmoving. "It was because of you." Another. "Luhan is gone all because of you!" he kicked him with enough force to cause him to gag, the liquid mixing in with the blood as it pooled on the floor. How rather fitting. Ladon could barely remember him. His mind was so clouded with hate, with wrath. A cheerful guard that did nothing wrong, now here he was being treated like a criminal. But the crimes he committed were not something Ladon was going to forgive. Ever. The merfolk didn't even look up at him from the ground, continuing the writhe there in pain. It was he. Luhan was gone now because of him. Ladon had tried so much, so hard to make this all work out. Yet here this pathetic, vile being was, trying to ruin it all for them. He had been sent from the clan of course, Salil was the guard of the prince much as Ladon was. But he didn't care. Didn't care that he worked by his side. He just wanted to be with Luhan. And he had ruined it for him.
Another blow to where the merfolk could barely be on his last legs. Ladon loomed over him darkly. "Luhan is missing now. Is this what you wanted?!" He took a few stomps away from him, however his predacious gaze continued to remain on him. He began to circle him. "We had everything. And you had to just come and try to bring him back! Luhan didn't want to go back! Why couldn't have you let us be?!" He marched up toward him again, however the man on the floor began to stir. His eyes were closed from all the damage he had taken, however they twitched as he gazed up upon him. "I didn't... want..." he tried to look at him fully with his face in his direction. "I just wanted Luhan... to be safe..." Immediately it was stepped on, as Ladon tried to hold him down, keep him from speaking. Leaning on his knee he moved forward. "Well obviously you did not. Luhan is probably dead because of you." He then stepped off and away, moving toward the door where more light had shown from the dimly lit crystals. Ladon's body itself was bathed in blood. He stood there completely bare, as he had defeated Salil as a dragon. His head turned around his shoulder to peer at him from the corner of his eyes. "The only reason why you are alive is because she wants you to be. Otherwise I would have given you a suitable death. But fortunately I think what you are about to go through would be best fitting for you." He then opened the door, more light entering the room as Salil was on top of a large circle on the ground, crystals everywhere within. He marched away, closing the door shut as he entered the dome-shaped room. Seeing the dark woman before him Ladon looked at her somberly.
"I did as you asked," he said, in a more, obedient tone. He had no one now. As Luhan was gone, he had relied on Shimmer for help. She was a powerful mage, one that could probably track Luhan and find him. But, after endless amounts of searching, he was nowhere to be found. When Salil had arrived he had come alone, in hopes of bringing Luhan back to the clan. However, of course he was met with resistance. So when Salil had tried to forcefully bring him back, Luhan had run away. Of course, Ladon then discovered what happened and fought him, but Luhan still had not returned. He and Shimmer had tried to search for him, but to no avail. Even as a dragon, flying over the entire Duskmire Woods, he could not find him. There was the possibility that he had fallen into one of the marshes, or that a kelpie had gotten to him. That was the most probable explanation, however Ladon still hoped that he was alive, somehow. He would do whatever it took to find him. But that also meant he would have to stay with her. He knew that Luhan would not have gone far from where they were, and there was always the possibility of him returning to that very spot. And Shimmer was the only other one that knew of the missing prince, and had offered Ladon and Luhan the place to stay. That much he owed her.
But, he then turned to watch her enter the room, ready to follow in as she said she wanted to do something with the merfolk.
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Post by shaecayrn on Oct 18, 2017 23:21:35 GMT
It had been a terribly dramatic and eventful week since she had brought Ladon and Luhan to her home, their "safehouse" amid the rest of the world. They had known Luhan would be followed, but perhaps they hadn't expected it to happen so soon. Despite their advice, Luhan had run, and despite their efforts combined, he had eluded both her and his dragon lover. Her spells hadn't found him, neither had her two hounds. Suma and Eitri had lost him among the waters of the mire. And with his bestial form being... less than impressive, Shimmer held no doubt within her that he had suffered one of the many deaths that the mire offered. Perhaps even at the teeth of one of the creatures she had released to live in her home. But, despite many of her plans for the two men, in the end, losing Luhan had been to her favor. Ladon now had no one... except for her. His heartbreak had left him vulnerable to her whispers, her promises. His wrath had easily, so easily, been turned away from her failure and onto his fellow guard that had been the reason for Luhan fleeing. Quite obviously, Luhan had been one of the few things that held Ladon to the light. Without his lover, the dragon had become very vulnerable to the darkness in his soul, and it was that darkness that the mage fed, fueled, and harnessed into her control. She allowed him to beat the guard to near death, but had been firm on wanting him alive, promising Ladon that his fate would be worse than even the most painful death the dragon could grant him. She waited now, listening to the dragon rail upon the merman, both in their human forms. Physically, Salil would be worse for wear, but emotionally, Ladon was broken. For all of his fury, his heart was being torn from the inside out. She waited, giving the man his time alone, until finally, her workroom was silent, and a few moments later, the door to where she stood opened. A moment longer, she waited, refusing to turn her eyes away from the tome she was staring at until Ladon's voice sounded. Then, with the gentle clinking of the beads in her braided hair, she turned and cast a small smile upon the man. For a moment, as she looked over Ladon, bare as the day he'd been born and covered in blood, a bloom of attraction came. And then it was chased away just as swiftly. There was no room for such things in her life. All that mattered was that he was her creature now. Without his light to guard him from the darkness, he was hers, belonging as solidly to her as she did to the Goddess of the Night. It showed as well, through the slight deference he now gave to her, and the tone in his voice. A bond forged because of hopelessness, necessity and despair... but it was a bond nonetheless, and she held it strong. Her voice came in response to his words, a low purr of satisfaction. "Good... Stay to the sidelines when I begin. I would hate for you to get caught up in the magic. I don't know what would happen." She plucked a vial from a shelf before walking into the domed room, eyes fixating upon Salil in the center of her circle. Formed from crystals and placed into the very bedrock, it was an arcane magic. Her magic did not originate from runes or their uses, but who said that it could not help focus her magic for what it was. The symbols placed within the circle were all angled for transmutation and change, and that was what her magic was focused around. Now, more had been added since her original circle, to contain symbols and runs for blending physical matter and attributes. As she stepped further into the room, she dropped her cloak from her shoulders. While usually she wore practical clothing, for she was often out gathering herbs among the wild areas of the world, when she wore magic, her clothing was... less so. It was almost more of a ceremonial outfit that she wore, covering enough to maintain a hint of modesty, but most of the dress was such a thin fabric as to be nearly see through. It was multitudes of colors, contrasting with her dark skin, and much like the gown she had worn to the ball, covered in crystal decorations that were tribute to her chosen goddess. She looked at the bloodied man, lying on the floor, and stepped over to him lightly. Even as she did so, she murmured softly, and the chains, located int he center of the circle where he lay, shifted, clinking as they moved to shackle his wrists and ankles. There was plenty of slack within the chains. He could have stood, if he was able to and wanted. Looking down at Salil, Shimmer's smirk was a dangerous, and cold one. Her voice was quiet, but carried within the stone chamber. "I could almost pity you for what you are about to go through. All for the love of a prince... You would have been better of to not have entered the mire, you poor man." Even as she spoke, magic disintegrated his shirt, and she pulled the cork from the vial she held. Dark, burgundy liquid spilled from it into his chest, and she chanted softly, as she drew symbol after symbol within it. The language she chanted in, however, was not the common one, but a low, guttural tongue, that perhaps might have not been meant for a human tongue to pronounce. The power in the room began to gather, a palpable feeling in the air, thickening until it seemed hard to breathe. Shimmer withdrew from Salil, even as the man began to regain a bit of struggle to him. Patterns began to glow among the crystals of the circle, and the gestures the mage made as she backed away from the center of it soon became a sort of dance, shaping the power that she had summoned into the room, even as she summoned more. The power in the room seemed to swirl, stirring the air around the mage as she continued her chant, now outside of the circle. Her mage mark seemed to glow fiercely against her skin as power continued to gather around her. Ladon |
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Post by Ladon on Oct 23, 2017 9:23:41 GMT
As the man struggled, shirtless as whatever the mage was doing to him, the substance was beginning to take effect. Ladon watched as the other grunted, obviously in pain but was not screaming yet. His dark eyes narrowed as he watched, patterns and colors surrounding him as he only focused on one thing. The very being before him. Salil. He would pay. Ladon would make sure that he would. He would make sure he would regret with every inch of his being that he had ever come here. That the prince was missing now because of him. He would pay. His eyes continued their piercing gaze as the merfolk now was beginning to yell, the pain becoming too apparent now. He was trying to break away from the chains, but they held him back. This brought the dragon... a strange pleasure. A satisfaction. He felt a smile almost come to his lips as he watched the other man writhe in pain. Yes, that was it. Torture him more. Make him feel pain. The very pain he had felt. All these years, failure after failure being a human. After being hunted down. After being a guard. After falling in love and running away. And now... all of it was gone. And now that had pained him. He sought to bring it out on something. And what would be more suiting than the one before him? The very one that had caused this pain in the first place. For his prince to go missing. He would feel. Feel the burn within his very chest.
Ladon continued to gaze at the spectacle, whatever was happening. He didn't seem to notice other than the white-haired man that stood out in contrast to the darkness, standing out within the flurry of colors that surrounded them. The merfolk's eyes gazed back toward him, a sad tinge to them despite the pain. It appeared that he was trying to say something to him. To tell him something. But he couldn't say anything as he couldn't keep the pain off any longer. Instead his head bolted backward, lifting as a heavy scream rose from his extended throat. Indeed it seemed painful. Ladon watched on as more shadows danced along the floor. Yes. This was perfect. The pain. The agony. The screams were music to his ears. He couldn't help but snicker as he watched the merfolk in pain. How his back twisted in strange arcs as he continued to shout loudly across the room, his echoing voice becoming a mixture of something else akin to a roar. Ladon's smirk extended, his head titled slightly. Another few chuckles followed. More screams. He couldn't contain himself. He was laughing now. Grasping onto his own dark hair, he was looking down at the ground as he laughed manically. He was actually enjoying himself...? Perhaps this is what he needed after all. Though it was one thing he knew.
He was enjoying this.
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Post by shaecayrn on Oct 25, 2017 2:20:07 GMT
Her chanting changed neither cadence nor tone despite the screams that began to emanate from Salil. Ladon's maniacal laughter joined into the background, and she merely pulled more energy to swirl around the room and center it's focus upon the merman. The screams shifted into something that was akin to a roar, but her focus didn't waver. Salil's hair slipped off of his head, and his skin rippled and contorted. Scales flashed over his skin, and then his legs merged together as his true form, for a brief moment, was revealed. Only moment's later, the disturbing crunch of bones breaking and reforming could be heard. Much like the sound of nails on chalkboard, or grinding gears, it brought a slight twitch even out of Shimmer herself. But despite the momentary cringe, power continued to gather and pour into Salil.
Light gathered with it, and then was sharply contrasted by shadows, and then the merman changed. Already deformed by the breaking of bones and contorting of muscle, now he truly began to shift. His jaw popped, and then began to grow forward, lengthening and becoming more square. His spine popped several times in a row as the back shifted and grew longer, and extended. The process would remain a series of confused images as a memory, even for the mage herself, who had seen it all within her magic as well as with her eyes.
The heap upon the ground was much larger, easily twice the size of a horse. It was sinuous, and shining. Glimmering in the darkness, the tones were jeweled, emerald and dark blues, the colors of the ocean. They were dark upon the back and faded into a lighter color upon the stomach. After several long moments, the bundle unraveled to reveal a more true form. Salil was no longer a merman. Indeed he was no longer a man, but something that closely resembled a sort of dragon. To those without knowledge, perhaps, he could be mistaken for one. But he lacked any sort of scale, instead covered in a smooth, slick hide. All along his back was a long, rigid fin the color of seafoam, branching out into something wider and more flexible upon his tail. His legs were short things, webbed at the joints and along the toes and claws, meant for swimming... Streamlined, flexible, sinuous... He stood as high as a small horse but twice as long, and his face, while obviously a predator, was smooth, lacking the sharp angles that often accompanied a reptilian predator.
Shimmer's lips quirked upwards, pleased that she had successfully completed a change. His body remained, breathing, even. But what of the mind? Had that changed? The strange sea creature managed to get up to his feet, staring at Ladon for a moment, and then at Shimmer. His eyes narrowed, and like a snake, he gathered himself to lunge. The mage merely made a soft tsking sound, and gestured swiftly. The chains no longer held him, but the floor of her chamber obeyed her will much like his body had, and up snapped manacles that wrapped around his feet, and then the rest of him until he was pinned, stretched out in an S along her floor. Not unlike how she had trapped Ladon.
Softly, with only the hint of a tiredness to her voice, Shimmer murmured. "Changed, but not broken.... This just shan't do." Unafraid, she approached Salil despite his rumbling snarl. "Shhh, darling... You are mine now... And it shan't do for one of my creatures to be disloyal. Perhaps you would like to go through the pain of being changed once again...?" She raised an eyebrow at him. Carefully, she hummed, and then chanted swiftly. From her study, a large crystal shot through the air into her hand. Shining and black, it was a piece of obsidian. She murmured softly as she handled it. "Obsidian. Forged in the very opposite of your element. Fire. And should you try to remove it... It shall cause you much more pain than if you let it be..." Cryptic words, but she obviously wasn't about to explain.
Carefully, she placed the stone against his chest, reaching around the curve of his body to place it in the center of the front. A chant followed, along with a bellow of pain from the creature as he bucked against his bonds. They didn't break, and when she pulled away, the stone now sat gleaming, embedded into his breastbone. Carefully, she explained now. "Currently, everything hurts. In time, the pain will fade. This crystal, when you displease me, will cause you more pain than when I changed your body in the first place. When you please me, it will remove the pain, or perhaps even provide... pleasure. You will not die in my care, but until you give your will unto me, you will not be well, either... And I assure you, I can make your life be very long." She straightened, one hand trailing along Salil's hide. "Ladon... Come. Tell me what you think of this... creature. What should I name him?" Her dark, fathomless gaze turned to Ladon where he stood, a small smile tilting her lips as she beckoned to him.
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Post by Ladon on Oct 25, 2017 9:06:18 GMT
He was pleased. Satisfied with everything. Staring at this... beast in front of them. The smirk still lingered on his face as he looked down at Salil sadistically. Oh what he had become. A monster of his own likeliness. It indeed fitted him. However, he was displeased with how similar he looked. How similar he looked to him. A dragon. He had no right to be such a creature, however, he knew that the mage would indeed take... good care of him. Care enough that he would regret ever stepping foot into the mire. His eyes followed to the woman as she spoke to the blue furred monstrosity, speaking of pain and how the obsidian will change his desires into pain or pleasure depending if he followed her commands or not. Indeed, how suiting. Perhaps he would have to tamper with that... stone. There were many things he wanted Salil to do. To regret. He just wanted to make him life an endless nightmare. As such for Ladon had begun. Now that the prince was gone. His menacing eyes pierced at the pathetic creature on the ground, however she had turned to him then. His eyes lingered on what had once been... Salil. But now he was a servant. A beast that will soon fall into madness. Reduced to nothing. Everything that he knew... would be gone. Ladon would make sure of it. He would regret... He would regret everything.
The intense hatred in his eyes broke their gaze from the head of the beast, pulling away as he harshly turned to Shimmer. His eyes still held that same somberness to them. He did not move from his spot however. "Nothing," he said simply. Though his tone was dark, full of hatred. His eyes returned to the sea dragon-like creature. "He deserves no name. Just another experiment of yours. He should have no name, just nothing more than a heap of filth. That's what he is." His gaze narrowed even more so, burning straight into the fur of the nameless specimen. No longer Salil. No longer anything. That is what he preferred. However, after a few moments of silence, he calmed down somewhat, though seemingly. His gaze returned to her again.
"Back to more important matters," he said, changing the topic entirely. No longer would he even address Salil's presence. He was no more than an animal that had no right in conversation. Could he even understand what they were talking about? Or was his brain all just mush now? Either way, Ladon didn't care. It would all disintegrate eventually. It would be only time before he would understand. Would know what he was. Just nothing... "If I am to head into the city," he started, knowing that there were some tasks that he needed to perform for her. For her gruesome experiments. "I am in need of change in appearance." His tone was even. But... every time he changed jobs, he changed his appearance. It was to avoid detection that he was the same person, but now it held much more of a personal meaning...
"I need your suggestion." At this point he didn't care. He didn't have a personal preference. He just wanted to change. Have something changed for him. He didn't care what he wore, nor what he looked like any longer. Even as he stood before her bare, he had no signs of modesty or self conscientious. It wasn't something he cared much about now. Unlike back in the time he was with Luhan. But, it was true that he needed something to wear during his excursions to the cities and towns. Some might even recognize him if he kept the same appearance as the same guard from that clan. Well, if anyone was from that clan that was. However some may have even seen him at the ball. Though, perhaps now he needed to lay low, after all he was going to do her bidding.
He would listen attentively to every word she said. However, did he really now differ that much, to the beast that lay on the ground...? |
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Post by shaecayrn on Oct 25, 2017 19:07:11 GMT
A flash of disapproval appeared in Shimmer's eyes. Nothing? Names, had power over a creature. To name them was to assert your power. To make Salil forget his own name, and give over to her, she must name him something. Her nose wrinkled, and she let the matter drop as Ladon continued to speak. Perhaps, in time, Ladon's name would change as well.... He did not understand this power of change, and she could not expect him to. After all, he was merely a dragon, heartbroken and turning to the darkness to survive. Time would tell what all would happen. Her hand traced a soft pattern onto Salil's head before she left him, panting in the remnants of the pain in his body, to step closer to Ladon.
The dragon changed the subject entirely. Good. Names, and other things, could be dealt with later. For now, Ladon needed her attention. And she didn't wish to lose him entirely, and so she would play this delicate game of cat and mouse, give and take. He didn't wish to be recognized by those that might see him. Understandable, practical even, and he wished for her suggestion. The mage all but purred as she stepped closer to him. "Hair color then, and perhaps style. Something besides black. Brown, or blond. Red, perhaps?" She hummed softly. "And we'll have to make you something different in clothing. How do you feel about leather, or armor? Perhaps a mix of it. Perhaps, silk, instead of plainer cloths?" If nothing else, the illusion of choice would be there until he made it clearly obvious that he either didn't care enough to decide, or valued her opinion over his own.
Her flare for extravagance was clear. Regardless that her home was underneath a swamp, delved into the bedrock all too much like a dwarf, her love of the finer things in life was high. The wines she kept were quality. Food, when she cared to bother with more than hard tack, were akin to what you'd find in a palace so far as quality, if not design. She surrounded herself with crystals, gems, and silver, though gold was not as common. The materials she wore were fine, even the cotton of a finer weave than what one would expect. And her practicality only went so far as her traveling outfits. What she wore around her home, what she had worn to the ball, were anything but practical. They were beautiful, and while she seemed to hold little love for physical contact or even being around others, she seemed constantly dressed to impress.
Gently, thoughtful in her look, she reached out and snagged his hand gently in her fingers, smiling at him softly. "Come then. Let's cease the torture of the beast of the moment so that he'll continue clinging to life.... and get you set up to be unrecognizable by any who you wish to avoid." She led him out of the workroom and down the hall, her pace quick but not so fast as to leave him behind or drag him. They entered, after about five minutes of winding tunnels through her maze of a lair, a room that was stacks like a warehouse, fully of bolts of cloth and boxes. Storage.
"Tell me, Ladon.... what is it you wish to appear as? A warrior? A man of power and authority? Or perhaps you wish to go unnoticed entirely?" She looked to him, still giving him the illusion of choice, for the moment.
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Post by Ladon on Oct 26, 2017 9:33:24 GMT
He followed her into the room after she had spoke, not answering the question of his hair color. He had changed it so many times in the past, he might have used every single one already. And each time it signaled a change in work. Well, perhaps this was another example of those times. He was changing his occupation after all, from Guard of the Prince to something else entirely. He wasn't even sure of what he was anymore. Her pet perhaps? It didn't really matter to him anymore. The prince was gone. There was nothing else left for him in this world. That was, until the prince would return. Only then would the light filter back into his spirit, however they were already broken at this point. It would need to take a miracle, to find the prince. If not even her magic nor his dragon form could find him, surely he must have fell into the marsh or into the belly of a hungry creature. He had hoped that he had not run off in his kitten form. Perhaps that was why he was so difficult to find. Though, even still they should have found him by now. But the kitten form would have made him easy prey to the dangers of the mire. That made his heart ache just at the thought.
Ladon had reached the room, not even noticing that their hands had been holding together until then. Pulling it away, he continued to look at her with a darkened expression, eyes following her movement as he stood still. Looking forward at her directly he merely just stood there.
"Something... dark," he said grimly. It didn't matter to him what he wore. Not anymore. All he knew was that he was going to perform some tasks for her, and he needed cover. Cover from the night, the darkness. That was practical to him. He was not going to make the time to hide in brush, so he might make do with his time in going during the hours and the places people are unlikely to suspect him. Or perhaps it was the representation of how he felt. How he wanted to express himself. That was all that mattered, now.
He didn't give any other answer than the one that he had given, and that was only mentioning the clothing. Everything else, she can choose. She seemed to have an affinity with it as well, as her lair and style taste had always been so extravagant. Clothing and style did not matter to him however. He only saw it for its use. Even still, as he was dragon he did not require it before, and was even confused as to why people had worn it as first. It was uncomfortable to wear once he became human, but after a while he had gotten used to it. Even now however, he did not prefer choosing the clothing he wore. Just as long as it got the job done. Which was self protection and preservation, apparently. Or to the humans and other species, that was. |
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Post by shaecayrn on Oct 29, 2017 5:10:07 GMT
Shimmer gave him plenty of time to answer her question. She knew that these first several weeks would be key to solidifying his loyalty to her, and she could not press him too far too fast. But his only answer was 'something dark.' His continued silence, she could only interpret as artistic license. She smiled softly to herself. So he wanted to blend in with the darkness, did he? The mage didn't even bother to draw more energy from her crystals just yet. Telekinesis was the easiest form of changing something. It was not changing an items nature, but merely it's location. She could swiftly put together a few outfits for him, and if he wanted more, then they could work that out later. A wave of her hands and a gentle humming chant and items began shifting. Bolts of cloth moved to the front of the storage area. Dark colors, but rich. Charcoal grey wool, emerald colored silks, thundercloud colored cotton... These all leaned into a row. Leather came from a different corner, black, grey and brown.
Dark eyes turned to Ladon and looked him over. Briefly, she frowned. This just wouldn't do. An artist could not paint upon a dirty canvas. Her voice was quiet. "Hold still. I shan't place fine clothes upon bloodied skin." A swift chant came after, and blood and grime fairly rolled off of him into a ball that compacted down until it was solid. She let it roll into the shadows. Only then did she begin to choose fabrics out of those available, summoning a mage-light to compare color to skin tone. In the end, many of the fabrics went back, leaving them with black leather, charcoal grey wool, thundercloud cotton, and a burgundy silk that was a feast for the eyes. Her chanting was a soft song, lulling and hypnotizing as she formed clothing around his body. It would fit as if it were tailored to him, seamless, for she didn't bother with sewing, but rather rewove the fabric into itself. Pants formed around his legs and waist, thankfully covering perhaps the only part of him she was uncomfortable with looking at. Moments later, a thunder-grey shirt formed over his torso. It fit loosely, with room to breath. The smallest of flare came at the cuff, but only enough to hint at fanciness. The burgundy silk slid over that in an over tunic, sleeveless. Silver thread wove designs around the hems and then a belt slid around his waist, hooking through it's metal loop. Over the entirety of it, a thick leather jacket formed. It was more practical than her chosen cloak, which had slits for her arms to pass through. These were sleeves, allowing for greater movement. It was thick, doubling as a form of armor, and had a had collar, to protect his neck. Buttons of stone settled in the front.
She looked over him, nodding in satisfaction before she stepped close. There was only the briefest of hesitation in her movements before a different chant began, and her fingers ran through his hair. It was an odd sensation to her, but where her hand passed through, black locks turned to golden blond. Her movements were careful, as if she was unsure how to deal with being this close to another, but there was nothing intimate about her touch. Like many things, she seemed like there was nothing more than business.
Once his hair was finished, she stepped back, and wrinkled her nose. There was still something missing. An hour or so of work and still there was something. Time had flown by as she worked her magic, and she was beginning to feel the drag. It was not a difficult task, but she had changed another person in that day as well. A moment later, her lips curved and she gestured to the storage behind her. Two rocks came forth, one of black, the other a dark red. She took them in her hands, forming them like clay, and refining the shape with her mind. A silver bead slid from her hair and formed into the other piece she needed, until she stepped to Ladon once again, and pinned the brooch to his chest. "Even those things that are practical deserve beauty. Onyx and ruby... just the flare you need." Her fingers traced over the black shape, the silver hinting at a crescent edge, but leaving it a black crescent moon with a ruby shadow. The dark of the moon.
There were many meanings to it, she supposed. But what it might come to mean was completely determined upon how close he decided to keep it to him. "I'm starving, and believe that tonight I want something besides hard tack and apples. Will you join me?" She watched him for a reaction, waiting to see if his steely mask would crack.
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Post by Ladon on Oct 30, 2017 6:06:25 GMT
He held still as he let her work her magic. He wasn't paying much attention really, as she cast the dark clothing upon him. He only saw it for what it was, its usage for his work. Indeed, he wondered when he should set out. He felt angry... like he needed to take his anger out on someone. Something. Torturing the merfolk was not enough. His stoned face didn't move a single inch, not showing a single form of expression as clothes gathered upon him. He didn't even look up at her when she had stood back to examine him. He stood there motionless, and even still as he felt her hand run through his hair. He only noticed from the bangs that it changed color. So. She knew somehow. Either that or it just happened to end up like this again. Perfectly. He needed a change. A change in occupation again. Whether the mage knew it or not, this worked wonders for him. Still, he didn't look at her as she continued, adding touches and whatnot. He didn't care really, but this silence gave him time to think. Imagine just what he could do. He could go to Cendra, so many people there. A sign for peace. A peace that he didn't have and never will. Was Luhan protected under this peace? Never.
Ladon's dark eyes gazed forward as she placed the brooch on his chest. It was only then he looked down, a ruby with the black crescent of the moon. Didn't she worship the Goddess of Darkness or something? Perhaps he should to. Pray to her in the endeavors he was about to embark on. Pray for success. For forgiveness. All of it. As a dragon, he wasn't religious much, but now as a human, he was changed. Perhaps he should fall into believing them like the rest of the races, who were so devout into beings beyond their comprehension. Indeed it was a wondrous thought. After she had moved her hand away he looked further down at the piece, his own pale fingers brushing over it as he continued his gaze. He then stopped, dropped his hand as he looked up to her again. He wasn't concerned about food in the least. He still had the taste of Salil's blood on his tongue. And it was disgusting. However, if she was going to leave he must join her.
"Yes," he lowered his head slightly, eyes closing for a moment. He was rather seemingly obedient. He then looked up at her again, wondering it was he could do. Could he cook? Perhaps. He hadn't tried it, but he wanted to do something to get everything off his mind. If she left he would follow behind her. "What is it that you would like tonight?" he then asked, and she might perhaps would pick up on his words. |
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Post by shaecayrn on Nov 1, 2017 2:45:39 GMT
She so rarely had someone who deferred to her in such a manner. His submissiveness was somehow incredibly attractive, and put her at ease in a manner she hadn't been for a very long time. It was easy to see as she tossed him a smile that was slightly more genuine. "Perhaps we shall stop somewhere where somebody else can cook besides one of us, hm?" She hummed softly in thought, and then nodded. The mage city has some good food within it. We can decide what is next from there."[/b] Almost seeming happy, she reached into a pocket for a crystal to help rejuvenate her energy, and led him out of her lair.
[Exit stage left]
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