Paying little attention to the furies ability to shape shift with the exception that his eyes were really interested in that serpentine tongue, Strife listened to the three tell him everything but what he really wanted to know. He thought: Where do I find Ares? And decided he'd just locate him with a little bi-location trick, while he was having this interesting conversation, sending his spirit outward to seek the spirit of war.
Slightly becoming agitated when Meagara spoke of something that brought back unpleasant memories and reminded him of the price you have to pay to sometimes be near greatness he knotted his lips to one side of his face and chewed on his jaw.
Being subtle was never one of Strife's strengths, so he just blurted out what was on his mind when Meagara was finished, "Okay I got it. He can't control you...you advise against it...yadda yadda yadda. That's great. It really is. But the thing I want to know ladies? I'm standing here wondering why ya know? Why is the pact broken? How does something like that just...break?"
"How ?" The Three looked at him, each individually amused.
"We pleasured him until he could take no more." Meagara said slyly.
"He agreed, finally, that alliances with the Dirae should be on our terms and not his." Tisiphone added, actual warm twinkles glimmering in her eyes.
"Did you know that too much pleasure can drive someone mad ?" Alecto's wide eyes hinted at innocence. Her wide smile, however, was devilish.
"Pleasure and Power" They spoke together. "Be wary of the dosage."
Gara's tongue slithered again and her form blinked, to reappear at Stife's shoulder, leaning against him; shadow made solid, her tongue flicking against his ear. "Remind him of that for us, when you meet him in Thebes."
Then raising them contemplating the question about too much pleasure driving someone bonkers, he pursed his lips together repeating mentally what the three had said in unison.
He giggled, Meagara's tongue tickling his ear, "Yea--Will do."
"Just one more thing?" Strife glanced over his shoulder at Meagara, "That lethal tongue?"
It was Alecto who laughed softly this time. Her morphing from one form to another was quick but complete. The serpents of her hair slithering with hushed hissing as her tongue licked the air.
"One of three, Lord Strife. Hers was one of three."
Slightly becoming agitated when Meagara spoke of something that brought back unpleasant memories and reminded him of the price you have to pay to sometimes be near greatness he knotted his lips to one side of his face and chewed on his jaw.
Being subtle was never one of Strife's strengths, so he just blurted out what was on his mind when Meagara was finished, "Okay I got it. He can't control you...you advise against it...yadda yadda yadda. That's great. It really is. But the thing I want to know ladies? I'm standing here wondering why ya know? Why is the pact broken? How does something like that just...break?"
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"We pleasured him until he could take no more." Meagara said slyly.
"He agreed, finally, that alliances with the Dirae should be on our terms and not his." Tisiphone added, actual warm twinkles glimmering in her eyes.
"Did you know that too much pleasure can drive someone mad ?" Alecto's wide eyes hinted at innocence. Her wide smile, however, was devilish.
"Pleasure and Power" They spoke together. "Be wary of the dosage."
Gara's tongue slithered again and her form blinked, to reappear at Stife's shoulder, leaning against him; shadow made solid, her tongue flicking against his ear. "Remind him of that for us, when you meet him in Thebes."
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Then raising them contemplating the question about too much pleasure driving someone bonkers, he pursed his lips together repeating mentally what the three had said in unison.
He giggled, Meagara's tongue tickling his ear, "Yea--Will do."
"Just one more thing?" Strife glanced over his shoulder at Meagara, "That lethal tongue?"
"Was the source of the pleasure wasn't it?"
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"One of three, Lord Strife. Hers was one of three."
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