Eternity

Receiving passive petting from Paris, Okina didn’t lean in nor move in any way. Although it felt nice, she didn’t believe herself to be a full wolf in the sense of being someone’s pet or play thing. Looking down at her claws, she examined how clean and pristine they shone in the moonlight after tearing through the flesh of the boy who mocked and fought them with the belief he would be triumphant. “Yes, whatever it is your cooking Solomon, smells delightful. I can pick out every ingredient you so carefully chose for that stew.” Shrugging her shoulders, Okina stood her full height in her werewolf form. Stretching out her neck, she took the invitation to return to her human state seriously. Not turning back towards the others, she walked out beyond the trees that surrounded their little campsite. Dragging her clawed hand over trunk after trunk till she was far enough from the camp that it made it difficult for a normal person to see her. Satisfied with the distance put between her and the others, she willed her change to human form like she did with her previous change. The bones in her face and hands began to crack, breaking and reforming inside the flesh that was slowly changing. Following the smaller bones in her body, the larger ones began their process which would normally rip a scream out of someone who was new to the transformation. Chunks of the old beast type flesh fell from her body leaving a steam emanating into the air around her. With the timing of this change taking much longer than her initial transformation, Okina would come out much cleaner than before. Many wondered where a seasoned pureblood werewolf’s mind went during this moment, some believe there was a form of meditation that overcame their minds as the messy and sometimes painful change happened. For Okina it depended on the moment in which the change took place, if she was in immediate danger she didn’t have time to put herself in this meditative state. Now in the moment her mind was watching from above, as she focused her mind’s eye on what would lie before her in the future. With the moment’s end, Okina walked back to the campsite shortly after retrieving her clothing. She had left the coin purse where Paris had sat it next to her, returning to pick it up she walked to the horses to pack it away in her saddle bag. Removing her own blanket from her saddle, she moved out from under some trees to allow herself the pleasure of looking that stars a moment before she slept. @King

Tatia’s preparations of Yulie went perfectly, she was groomed to be the perfect human servant the couple needed. Checking her over often as they walked to the Purple Penguin, she couldn’t help but smirk. To add Lein’s glasses made her look irresistible, and down right tasty. Her expectations of this club were held high, this was a promise that the night would be exciting. With her resurrection, Tatia held a deep throbbing thirst for blood and excitement. Adjusting to her new body brought on many different feelings, many that were intensified thanks to her new life as a pure blood. With the announcement of their arrival by Yulie, Tatia had a guarded smile on her face as they stepped through the threshold into a whole new environment. Looking around she could see the heart beats of the party goers in their necks, her ears could pick up on the throbbing sound of each beat. Squeezing Lein’s hand, she awaited him to lead the way into this dark bouncing energetic place. @Etched In Stone

A familiar voice snapped Namiko from a deep rest, her amber colored eyes moved toward the unfamiliar door. One of her arms laid resting over her abdomen, the other had been tossed to the side. Pulling herself up from the depths of her cushioned bed, she blinked. Clearing her throat carefully, she felt awfully dry. Letting out a cough, she would feel tenderness of her arms and legs creep through the nerve endings. “I am here..” Her voice cracked under the use, as she slid her body off onto her feet. Leaning hard against the carved bedpost, she batted away some of the sheer blue canopy that laid tied to the ends. The taxing pain of using so much energy weighed on her, as the complaints of her body were much less as loud as they had become days after the fight. Namiko was dressed in a sheer gown that matched the color of the ocean, it gave away enough for the imagination to toy over in its own time. Reaching the door of her chambers, she turned the knob carved to hold the elemental sign of water. Peeking out through the crack that grew between rooms, long strands of black hair fell over her face as she stared at a very familiar face. “Yes?” Namiko was in a sleepy haze, her body continued to scream for her to lay back amongst the masses of pillows. Pulling the door open wide enough to allow The Matriarch into her chambers, she would stand to the side. “You may come in..” Her words were breathlessly spoken, sleep had continued to tug from behind her lids. A great sacrifice had been made, and she was paying for it. @Fallen Joy

The girl that ran into Jack smiled with a bow, he seemed to have a keen sense of smell. Smiling she moved around him, “Bacon, eggs and a multi-vitamin juice? “ Bowing once more to run towards the kitchen, she didn’t waste any time to prepare this guests breakfast tray. While Jack’s current needs were being fulfilled, Gwen had stirred from her nights rest. Lying in her massive king size bed surrounded by the throw pillows, she stared up at the sheer black and red canopy that decorated the massive carved bed posts. Her mind fell to yesterday’s vision, flashes come and gone as she recalled the dreamlike state. It was odd that fate would bring such a young halfling into her presence, but to show her that she may end up being with this person in some capacity or another left her questioning whether this was a true vision or not. Pulling herself up out of the pool of red hair and pillows, sliding to the edge of the bed her hands caught the mattress. Leaning forward to gaze at her feet, she pulled her mind away from what could possibly be looming over her. Closing her eyes taking a deep breath, Gwen popped up on to her feet making a beeline to the bathroom. Not like many other royal women, Gwen preferred to take care of the close necessities of herself alone. Drawing a scorching bath in the massive tub, she pulled from her own personal supply of bath salts and herbs. With a handful of rose epsom salts being tossed in the water, she turned to the lillies and lavender she had on hand. Pulling petals from these flowers, she would release them to float over the water. Business was as usual in the Bath House, each of the tenants were getting their needs met as others departed. Many of the attendants scurried through the halls like rats in the walls, some carried trays of food, others with bathing items in need. The tub cleaners worked hard in recently left rooms draining the waters and scrubbing the massive tubs, each of them dressed in a red colored work clothes to stand out from the standard attendants. The girl Jack had met in the halls now place a tray full of hot breakfast foods such as bacon and eggs inside his room on the available table, in the meantime, she quickly cleaned up any of the dishes leftover from the evening before. She was quick to complete her chores, bowing and leaving in a haste to tend to other tenants under her charge for the day. Hands held onto the edge of the quartz tub, strands of dark red hair floated around the woman who bathed. Her eyes were held closed, her mind had fallen into a deep meditative state. Gwen found the steamy hot waters to her exact needs, her body felt completely weightless in the waters, a feeling she enjoyed so much it gave birth to her place of business.

The flight was lackluster to Tatia, her eyes often drifted through the personal cabin of their aircraft to always fall upon her beloved. Time was of no concern to them as they were eternal, leaving her to wonder when they would finally arrive. With all smooth function the ship landed effortlessly in a place that would seem to be unworthy of their presence. Lein’s voice met her ears like a soothing melody, her icy blue orbs shifted to meet his own. “Yes, I too am excited to see this place up close.” As she stood to walk hand in hand with her love off of the airship, her eyes focused on the butler after he warned her not to cause any problems with her allure. “Bolthezarr, I will do my best to keep my wiles at bay.” Giving him a smile knowing he was teasing her, she gave just the slightest bow of her head. Looking up her eyes following the party of vampires that moved with their butler, her smile faded to the armor clad knights that dared to stop them where they had landed. Before an all out brawl could happen, Tatia felt the power resonating from her lover. Tingling came from his hand that held her tightly, moving its way up her arm to her body like a snake. Silently she stood watching what the knights would do, would she have to step aside to watch the bloodshed? Or would she decide this gown wasn’t worth losing those who so faithfully served the Choisel name. @Etched In Stone

After all the long traveling and a great battle at the forefront of it all, Namiko found herself among a new coven of sisters who happily welcomed her with open arms. An introvert by nature, Namiko spent most of her time alone at her cottage caring for the small group of animals and dancing with the water of the nearby lake. Now she found herself home in this new place, a new waterfall having formed with her arrival after Dougton. The wonders of this new home had gone mostly unnoticed by the new witch, as she spent her time sleeping. Since the big battle against the dark elves, Namiko fell into a deep sleep after expending so much magic energy. Some would say healing mother gaia and her children while fighting could take a lifetime's rest away. Inside Namiko’s chambers were crystal windows that looked through the waterfall, her bed was large enough for three covered in dark and light blue silk. The floor was cool mountain stone, allowing room for a cool small stream to travel through to reunite with the new waterfall. An armoire sat across from her large crystal posted bed, while a small vanity sat near the door to her own private bathroom. Much of her room had laid empty awaiting more of her custom touch, alas Namiko laid in her bedding cradled by the pillows that decorated the now messy bed. Her companions did their best in laying her where she rests, cleaning her body of the dark miasma that threatened to overtake the very world they treasured. Much time has passed from the day the Matriarch and Namiko have returned to the Witches Tower, a mystery she was to the others who yet to meet her in the physical realm. @Fallen Joy

When Paris was finished exploring her muscles and fur, she watched as he moved arms length from her. A wolfly nod came from her as he spoke of the human physical form being weak, shallow, this was something she could agree with. Although with her own human form it wasn’t like natural humans, she still bore the strength of her wolf form, the intense use of the animal instincts and senses. Speaking of her senses, it was true that the work of forming a human pyre was complete as she wrinkled her very sensitive nose to the smell of burning flesh and hair. It was interesting to her to hear such a thank you from the man who seemed to find a way to get what he wanted when he wanted, especially from anyone who made a contract with him. Some would think royalty snobbish, completely unable to say a simple thank you for anything. “It was my pleasure.” Even though she wasn’t exactly accustomed to the type of contract she had made with Paris, she genuinely meant what she said about showing him her true beastial form. It was an odd thing to see a massive wolf eating stew from a bowl, but she made it work with her massive paws using the utensils brought by Solomon. Although she didn’t feel much hunger, she made it a choice to taste the stew her employer’s right hand man made for the party. Balancing the bowl in her palm to carefully set it down near the others as they finished, her amber hues shifted to Paris based on the question asked. Has she ever met a dragon? Setting back on her hind legs once more, she would shift closer to Paris allowing herself to be within reaching distance. Glancing up to the stars above them now, she would let out a long sigh. “I haven’t seen one face to face, but I have met the scent of one once in the lowest of caverns in a mountain. They carry a metallic scent to match all the treasure they horde in their dens.” @King

Tatia was found vulnerable in her lingerie behind the dressing screen, her icy blue eyes followed the frame to find Lein had used it as some sort of leverage. Following his fingers to the length of his arm, she found herself pressed up against the cold wall if she could feel that temperature. Biting her lower lip enough to pull it into her mouth, she felt his hands begin to glide down her sides as his lips searched hers eagerly. He pulled away long enough to speak, but not long enough for her to respond. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers gliding up to grab a handful of his hair. Pressing herself fully into his body, she allowed her body and mind to fall into the desire of needing all of his body against her. Just like that the moment of intense intimacy ended with Leinhart pulling away from her, leaving her still leaning against the wall as if trying to catch a mortal breath. Blinking a few times, her fingers found their way working through the tangles in her long tresses. Flustered was definitely one descriptive word she would use to describe herself in that moment, as she found the energy to finish dressing for the evening ahead of them. Leaving behind the dressing screen for the makeup vanity that appeared to have seen better times, she curled her hair allowing the ringlets to fall down her back gracefully. Staring at herself in the mirror, she worked her face through a line of different facial expressions before getting up to make her way to their guests room. It hadn’t taken Tatia much time to get the woman ready for the evening, a quick bathing and a dress from her own luggage, the woman looked like she could walk down the runway. Fixing the last bit of the woman’s hair up into an elegant bun to help expose her neck to Tatia’s liking, she would lead her out to showcase her masterpiece to her beloved. @Etched In Stone

That evening Gwen returned to her apartment with a slight smirk on her face, and the brief encounter with Jack in his private room had her amused. Having left the man disappointed in her, Gwen had her staff tend to any more of his needs as desired. Retiring for the night, Gwen slept a very restless night as she was plagued with the most vivid of dreams. Reliving the visions that had come to her the previous day, Gwen’s mind kept revolving around this grey eyed halfling. What was the intentions of him coming into her life? Was there a purpose to him being so bold with her, did the fates believe she was to be a partner to him in some way or another? With daybreak pushing through the sheer curtains that dressed the double doors to the balcony, she had woken up with a cool sweat upon her brow. Sitting up to wipe away the sweat and get her bearings, Gwen pulled back the heavy decorated covers. “I am exhausted..” Speaking to no one but herself, Gwen slid to her feet making a quick path to her bathroom to clean up. Meanwhile the Bath House was busy with the staff moving to appease the guests, each serving up elaborate trays of breakfast. The smell of sizzling bacon with eggs touched the air, as sliced tangerines decorated the outside portions of plates. Jack would find himself greeted with a new girl in the halls, on her way to check on the guest who came in the night before. Nearly bumping into the man, she would take a quick step backwards with a slight bow. “Excuse me sir! I was just on my way to check in on you and fulfill any needs..”