Axel Steele
PRAVUS
It's time to separate the chaff from the wheat.
Posts: 172
OOC Name:: Kiane
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Post by Axel Steele on Mar 7, 2014 18:14:23 GMT -5
Overhead hung a fixture, a rather opulent chandelier, more at place in a stateroom than a brothel. It cast its light, bright yet soft, again out of place, across the room. This revealed that the rest of the furnishings n the room were no less elegant or comfortable. Clearly the owner of the establishment was no common pimp, and was in fact quite well to do. Likewise it was obvious that such a room, even considering the former, would be reserved for only the most favored and 'generous' of patrons. In fact, this particular room was on a permanent reserve, the man who made use of it a frequent and quite generous customer. As such ti was decorated in styles that suited him, dark blacks and deep reds. Indeed, the crimson and maroon of the carpeting and bedding matched perfectly against the dark finish of the black oak furniture. It also contrasted quite nicely with those currently upon the bedding, the blood reds stark against their pale skin.
One of these person's was, of course, the 'owner' of the room. The dark haired man was lying upon his back, one hand crooked beneath his head, the other wrapped loosely about the nude and still sweaty girl pressed along the length of his side. His eyes, as deeply red as the sheets beneath them, were staring up at the ceiling, studying it silently. What thoughts, if any, that might pass through his mind were indiscernible, his eyes as impenetrable as a fortress, keeping the much doubted soul within hidden away. Briefly they glanced downward at the young girl who had passed out from their exertions some time ago, a playful light coming to the fore of those crimson orbs and a mirroring smile tugging up the corner of his lips.
This girl was one of many that he'd had the pleasure of deflowering, and her performance that first time had led him to seek her services multiple times over, she quickly becoming a favorite of his. She was not the only one of course, in the absence of combat, hunger such as his could hardly be contained by a single woman. Yet she was quite enjoyable, and enthusiastic, and so he had availed himself of her favors many times over now.
After a few moments his gaze turned away from the girl and returned upwards, staring silently at the ceiling. After a satisfying bout of mating he always felt contemplative, the normal barriers and obstacles keeping his mind distracted absent in the light of the pleasant afterglow. Briefly he wondered if he might not be getting a bit too old for such things. Decades of unceasing conflict had taken a great toll on his body, in spite of how it might appear outwardly, and likewise they had worn on his mind. It certainly did not ease matters that the wolf within him, although always pleased with the carnal lust, was desiring of a mate. He sometimes wondered about his procedure, the morphing process having granted him many boons, but also lending many side affects that he had, in many cases, been unprepared for. Well, whatever the case. It does not good worrying over matters so trivial. In the back of his mind, his subconscious snarled lowly, a threat from the animal side. In response he merely rumbled softly, unperturbed. His eyes slowly closed again, and his hand subconsciously moved to gently slide up and down the girl's back. Maybe it would all be clearer in some distant future. He could only wait to see.
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Post by Annabelle Thyme on Mar 7, 2014 21:45:31 GMT -5
AFTERGLOW Deep breathing slowly evening out again from erratic, happy pants, the young woman on the bed was drifting between a state of consciousness--a state she was getting used to spending most of her nights in nowadays. What had spurred Annabelle to take this job in the first place? Was it Madame S' friendliness when she'd stumbled into her home in the pouring rain what felt like an era ago? Or was it simply the darkest corner of the world she could think of and, thus, the easiest to hide within when she needed to disappear? It was probably a mixture of both in the end.
But the clearest reason that Anna had bothered to keep the job since her initial decision was the fellow she was resting on right now. Being a courtesan was difficult enough with dozens upon dozens of random clients. Annabelle was lucky, since she only had Axel. As long as he paid the bill, and as long as he didn't hurt her, her life simply revolved around him rather than the stream of potential creeps and strangers.
Not a bad trade-off, really.
Annabelle blinked when the feeling of rumble went through the chest she laid against, followed by a large, rough hand gently brushing against the small of her back. Her lips parting for just a moment to intake the scent of sweat and exhaustion in the air before she raised her head to look at her owner of sorts, smiling gently. "What's on your mind, Axel?" her light-green, scaled nail dances across the man's pectoral muscles, "You look a little...distant. Would you like to talk about it?"
She knew he was Pravus. The tattoo on his shoulders was as clear as the scars everywhere else. He probably had hundreds of secrets in that head of his. Still, secrets or not, Axel and this job were a wonderful gig while she had them.
Lots of fun, lots of flexibility...and the hours weren't too bad either.
made by CAPTAIN of GANGNAM STYLE
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Axel Steele
PRAVUS
It's time to separate the chaff from the wheat.
Posts: 172
OOC Name:: Kiane
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Post by Axel Steele on May 15, 2014 20:13:41 GMT -5
Only briefly hash is eyes been closed before he sensed the girl stirring against him. Normally movement in such proximity, especially while he was not intently alert, would have set off his instincts and immediately morphed him into an aggressively defensive mindset. Yet that was another side effects of his post mating behaviour, in that he was far more relaxed and at ease not just physically, but mentally and instinctually as well. It was curious, really; he was at his least aggressive whilst at his most vulnerable. This was not a commonly known factor, as most assassins found him ready and waiting before they could even close. Even so, there had been times when attempts had been made to take advantage of the fact, as several of his scars could attest. This had done nothing to temper his ease, however, and so his eyes remained closed to her stirrings, his hand likewise continuing its motions across her back.
His lips curled upwards at their corners as he sensed her scenting to the air. He had to admit that it was quite a pleasing scent, almost intoxicating even. It was one thing he always enjoyed basking in afterwards, never failing to surprise two partners in that he was not immediately up and gone after the fact was done.
When she spoke he gave no indication that he had even heard her, though it went without saying that he had. He merely mused on his thoughts for a few moments, before his eyes opened and turned down, taking in first her eyes, then the length of her form, brightening in that playful manner before returning to her face. "I trust you enjoyed your rest, little boa?" His eyes turned back to the ceiling, chest moving in a deep exhalation as his shoulder shrugged. "No more than is usual; merely contemplating age and the course of the future." He frowned, slightly. Not because he had qualms telling the girl this; as one of his most frequent partners she was well aware of many of the thoughts that passed through his mind when it was free to dwell on them. No, he was merely unsure as to how he might deal with the other needs pressed upon him by the conflicting personae within his mind. "The wolf is pacing the gates, desiring of something I have no knowledge of how to provide." Or desire, truths be told. He had attempted before, at the prompting of his animal side, to pursue worthy mates, but those attempts had ended in abject failure and numerous deaths when his soul could find no translations for the pain it felt other than the bloody release of unquenchable fury. As such he was far from keen as to the idea of further attempts. The last had brought him to blows with a superior officer. What, then, would another result in? There was really no way of knowing, and for a strategist that in itself was infuriating.
He sighed. I'm getting too old for this...
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