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Post by Naomi on Mar 10, 2011 21:25:02 GMT -5
The Unseelie Court was something of a refuge for creatures that didn't fit into the bright, gleaming home of the Shining Throng. That Court was for the bright, beautiful creatures, the lovely Sidhe and the elegant nimbus and those garlangers whose bloodlines didn't mark them as hideous abominations that supposedly shouldn't see the light of day. The human mixes, and the pixies, and maybe even some of the lycanthropes. That was the Seelie Court, ever concerned with appearances. The artificial light of the Unseelie Court was more restful on the eyes, and sometimes that darkness helped to hide the more disgusting creatures and courtiers that found their way there, that claimed it as home. Of course, not all such supposed horrors were content to stay in the shadows, out of sight and out of mind.
Naomi came forward before the throne, dark of hair and eye, wearing a low-cut, dark red dress that barely covered the generous curve of her breasts. It went even lower in the back, leaving her wings free, and it was a mystery as to how it stayed up on her body without much to hold it in place. The skirt was similarly skimpy, though she didn't have to worry about baring anything that a normal Fae might. Her tentacles trailed down below, continuing the curve of dress for the most part, and bore her forward at an easy, serpentine pace. Speaking of serpents,the tattoo of a yellow-brow viper curled about her neck, barely longer than a foot in length, providing her with the image of a living scaled necklace.
Naomi stopped before the throne of the King, her new King, and clasped her hands before her to bow politely to him.
"Greetings, Your Majesty. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Naomi, a new Seeker of your Court." As much as it went against childhood training, she didn't use her family name. That was something that wasn't needed here and now, though she imagined that there might eventually be need for it.
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King Cel
Unseelie
Prince of Flesh and Darkness
Posts: 78
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Post by King Cel on Mar 13, 2011 16:10:56 GMT -5
The King’s gaze was equally dark, two swirling blue pools of turbulent navy and royals. He rested in hand in the crease between his thumb and index finger, drinking her form in as he usually did. The King fancied women in all shapes and sizes, nightflyers were not immune. In fact, the King had enjoyed the few nightflyers he had courted, the idea that he could continually hack body parts off and watch them re-grow almost immediately brought him the sickest of jollies. He licked his lips at the thought, and the woman’s scantily clad outfit didn’t help him much.
He sat up, leaning back in his chair while he watched her sauntering towards him. The King smiled mischievously, the grin that almost always held some sick reasoning behind it and thus had become a reason for disconcertment amongst his friends and enemies. He always looked as if he was fantasizing, playing some grotesque scene over and over in his mind’s eye. His face was never truly neutral, this wash is neutral face.
”Welcome Naomi, King Cel, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Cel said with a hint of sultry to his voice. He elbows fell to his sides, sitting on the arm rests of the throne while his fingers drummed together. As the King looked at the garlanger before him he couldn’t help but feel some sense of allure towards her. This was part of the reason Cel would never take a queen, what attracted him was so diverse that one woman would never satisfy him. Plus, what would the court think if he chose a nimbus who hadn’t come to power or a garlanger to be his queen?
The King dropped his hands to his lap and he smiled, "The court should be wary. Your looks make it all too easy for someone to fall victim to the poison of your viper."
(OOC: Unseelie have their mantels tattooed on them and can transform into them! You can have a snake, but it isn't your mantel is doesn't have above average intelligence.)
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Post by Naomi on Mar 14, 2011 11:48:03 GMT -5
She smiled back at him, not at all fazed by that near-manic grin of his; her own held a hint of promise, a gleam of knowledge that hid behind her dark eyes and warm smile. Naomi had spent quite a long time in the underbelly of the world, seeking out the places of dark pleasure and entertainment, and she'd learned quite a bit. Of course, it wouldn't be nearly as much as this handsome Sidhe; he undoubtedly had a great deal more experience than her. But still, she knew her own selection of tricks and skills. Perhaps one day she would demonstrate some of those skills to him - or perhaps she wouldn't, and their relationship would remain purely courtier to King. Who knew? The realm of the future was unknown to her, and she could merely take it as it came.
"My viper's venom is stilled for now," she purred, stroking one hand over her collarbones where the tattoo lay, the inked flesh that could become her own scales should she wish it. "But who knows when or where it might strike? Of course, should you command it, my venom is yours for your use, King Cel." There was something about this sort of relationship, King to courtier, that was very much like a D/s relationship. She was more used to the role of dominatrix, but she knew the other roles as well, and had been cast in them multiple times. She could be the playful submissive to his Dom here and now.
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King Cel
Unseelie
Prince of Flesh and Darkness
Posts: 78
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Post by King Cel on Mar 14, 2011 22:29:08 GMT -5
The King rose from the throne and made his way towards Naomi. Cel never remained seated for long; the throne was uncomfortable for the King who was known for being very much hands on. He smiled warmly at her words, drawing in a satisfied breath that was clearly audible. ”Ahh, how assuring it is when one so willingly commits their allegiance to a cause.”
He stepped around her, studying her body with a keen eye. His gaze passed over her tentacles, her membranous wings that he recognized so well. The wings of a night flyer, the descendents of the Sluagh, were more familiar to the Darkling sidhe than any could or would ever know. Still, the King showed no sign of emotions as he passed over them, if he harbored fantasies or animosity it would be lost on Naomi.
He raised a hand, running two fingers through her hair. His eyes fixed on her neckline, ”What can you do, nightflyer? Is the viper’s venom your entire worth?” He was hushed in his words, as he knew the answer would not be a simple one. Cel needed to know what he was dealing with, if she was a warrior, if she was a politician, if she was a courtesan, he would find out.
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Post by Naomi on Mar 20, 2011 16:35:23 GMT -5
"Of course I am willing," she murmured, just about fluttering her eyelashes at him. "You are my King, the ruler of this Court. I wouldn't dare question such power as yours," she added, amusement faintly edging the curve of her smile and the crinkle of her eyes. She had to be careful - she knew far too much about how to pile on the praise, and she didn't want to make it too ridiculous. Already she was starting to verge toward the silly, though she'd managed to stop before it quite hit it. No, she kept it sincere enough for now.
Still, Naomi couldn't quite help but imagine herself devolving into some of the utterly absurd ass-kissing she'd seen others indulge in when they didn't have a clue how a true submissive gave in. Having someone offer up fanciful titles and pandering to your power and position was all well and good for short periods of time, but there was something far more attractive (at least to her) about graceful yielding, and the curve of her tentacles across a silently-offered throat. She would start out with a mild dose of that pandering, however, to see how much he seemed to like it. Elegant submission would come later and, should he prove himself a worthy Dom, perhaps he would one day be offered her own throat. But that was something that she would judge on her own.
The garlanger allowed herself a delicate little shiver at the feeling of his fingers through her hair, as if affected by that teasing little touch, and slanted dark eyes sideways at him. She had stayed still as he circled her, allowing him to view her from all directions as her tentacles curled and shifted restlessly beneath her.
"What worth would I be, if that were all that I offered? No, your Majesty, I am not merely a snake to slither among the heels of those who do not notice. I shall admit that combat has never been my...forte, despite the reputation of my kind, however. My skills lie in more delicate matters." She cast her eyes downward demurely, and wished faintly that she'd thought to bring a fan with her in order to have that prop to help the affectations.
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King Cel
Unseelie
Prince of Flesh and Darkness
Posts: 78
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Post by King Cel on Mar 20, 2011 23:03:19 GMT -5
A dark smile signified his satisfaction, ”But how willing are you, Naomi? He breathed hotly, his words like a chorus of silk and sultry as he continued to move around her, study her body. His hand moved to the curve of her lower back, is hand so close to the leathery hide of the wings that marked her as a nightflyer. He came to her forefront, his hand still upon her waist. Brilliant blue eyes swam with the colors of a thousand oceans mixed with a thousand skies, swirling sapphire and topaz, lapis lazuli.
A silence set over the scene, the only sounds that of the roses slithering, rustling in the far corners of the room and perhaps the sound of her tentacles moving below. He licked his inner cheek, his mouth open so she could see the satiny tongue move with a hungry desire. ”Many are willing until they see what I have done.” His hand fell away with the cryptic words and he strode, his polished shoes clicking against the hard marble floor, towards the throne.
He extended a hand and a single rose came to rest in it. He turned to face Naomi once more, stroking the rose with his other hand as if it were a living creature. ”As I am sure you are aware, there are other uses for you than battle. Delicate matters are often important matters.”
A gesticulation of his head towards her tentacles, ”I have a fascination with your kind. The way you heal your bodies…I say too much.” He finished with the words as if he had let a secret slip. The rose fell away from his hand and moved back towards the throne.
Dark fantasies played in his head, new ideas danced round. King Cel, Prince of Flesh and Darkness, a troubling combination.
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Post by Naomi on Mar 29, 2011 11:50:06 GMT -5
Naomi did not possess eyes as bright and variable as the King's, but her dark gaze now gleamed with something sharp and thoughtful, calculating. Her smile stayed sweet and almost demure for now, but it was ready to change for now. She stayed still as he circled around her again, his touch warm on her skin and across her dress where it covered her stomach.
"Many have not seen what I have," she replied, "or done what I have. As to what I can do, and what I am willing to do..." She raised a tentacle, brushing the tip of it almost thoughtfully across a cheek, just an idle little flip of motion at the tip. The Nightflyer recognized much of his body language, and nodded minutely to herself. She knew those looks, those micro-expressions that twitched across his face.
"I am," she said delicately, choosing her words with care, "a professional dominatrix. I have acted as a submissive before, though I will admit that it is not my preferred position. If you have an interest...well, I suppose it would depend on the price offered, your Majesty." She glanced at him from underneath her lashes, still demure and polite.
"Those skill may be used elsewhere, of course. Body language recognition, social interactions...who knows?" Social interactions. Of course. She'd heard of his reputation, and she could imagine quite a bit of what he might be thinking right now.
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King Cel
Unseelie
Prince of Flesh and Darkness
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Post by King Cel on Mar 30, 2011 16:39:31 GMT -5
The King shuddered at the sight of the sleek nightflyer appendage coming to life and brushing Naomi’s cheek. The most horrific deformity the garlangers possessed beckoned to Cel with some innateness that made the tentacles nearly irresistible. True though it was that Cel preferred sidhes it had always been a well known fact that the Prince of Flesh and Darkness had a strange fixation with the lesser fae. Some perverse connotation attached to the garlangers made them like forbidden fruits to the king, a poison that he delighted in testing but never over indulging.
”Domme Naomi,” He chuckled, a low throaty sound, hot from deep within his chords. She was tough to read, though her words led him to believe one thing, her body language told him another. She stood all but completely still. For now, Cel would not press her for his own pleasure; her final sentence had caused him to smirk thoughtfully. The idea that her…abilities could be used for other things was an interesting one. She could prove to be a valuable asset where others in his court could not be.
Saalyn was a valued conspirator, he trusted in her to make weighted decisions and support his own. Alecto, she was a spitfire, a fury who would enact intimidation to extract the information she sought. However, he lacked a more subtle approach in different affairs, a way to manipulate both his allies and his enemies. Naomi provided him with a vessel for such abilities.
”Who knows, indeed. Silken flesh and pretty faces have been known to lead even the wisest sidhe astray.” His eyebrow arched and he said no more. He assumed Naomi would have enough sense to pick up on what he was suggesting: the fact that her body could be used to help him in the battle against his adversaries as well as win him allies. If she figured that much then she would also realize that there were ample opportunities for reward if she did comply.
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