{Syeria}: A new place... a new person... Galatea reborn
The Eshu steped into the castle full of trepidation and fear, her heart leaping into her throat as she saw all of the sidhe and others in the ornate castle. It made her nervous, she felt disconnected, she wanted Ihsan there teribly, but she knew that she couldn't... not now, he was busy, doing something he hadn't had much time to tell her about, apparently there was an assassin on the loose and he had tried to kill someone dear to him. She knew she wouldn't see him untill the assaliant was caught... she sighed softly to herself. Sin was here... she had always liked him she remembered playing with him as a child, but she didn't know why, maybe there was more memories that were confused. That had happened a lot since she fell during a vision from the Lady.
She knew that she wasn't quite right in the head, she was missing most of her memories but Ihsan had promised her that everything would come back to her, Ihsan had promised, so she believed it with her whole heart. Finally she was called into Sin's chambers, she stood there meekly as he questioned her, a strange familiar smile on his face. He examined her carefully and in the midst of their talk Diablo decided that he letter she carried was for the Comte and snatched it from her fingers and delivered it to him. He was polite and she nodded her assent to him reading the letter, his smile grew strangely cold as he walked over and threw the letter into te fireplace watching it burn to ash. She looked to the ground, trying not to anger the sidhe but curious as to the contents of the letter. The other sidhe watched her his long leathery wings intreagued her... she remembered something like them... but the memory was foggy. Sin spoke then to the manfor a second and the man piped up, "Can you fly." She blushed slightly and shook her head in the negative, "No sir, they were damaged long ago, and they cannot carry my weight." The man voiced his displeasure and she sighed, she would like to fly, but it was not an option.
She watched them for a few moments as they talked and finally Sin looked back at the shy eshu, "Tell me Dame Syeria...are you familiar with the violet wand?" She blushed hotly, noone had ever been so foward with her before, what did her friend want of her, hre eyes grew wide, and a moments thought about hte sensations that the wand could bring made her pupils dilate she nodded, "Yes... I am m'Lord." She knew he could see the nervousness wrotten all over her face.
The question confused her so much that she decided to be just as blunt as he had, "Is there a service that needs to be preformed m'Lord?" He smirked for a moment and replied to her softly, "If you are asking if I would like an assignation, I do not...as I recall your marque is already made." The other Sidhe watching their conversation with an arched brow of intrest, finally in and Julian turn to speka to each other in quiet hushed tones, sending a tingle up her spin... for some reason the voice in the back of her head screamed for her to run... Sidhe of house Eiluned plotting.. to get far far away... it chilled her to the very bone, but she didn't know why... but she stayed, Ihsan told her that Sin would keep her safe untill he came for her.
The two Sidhe talked for what seemed like hours, but only in the head of the paranoid eshu. Finally Julian stood and she watched him as he smiled a toothy grin, his canines exquisitly sharp, they glinted in the light and he walked over to her, her breath caught in her throat for a moment. He spoke his voice rich but it chilled her to the bone just the same... "Syeria.. I would.. very much if you wouldn't mind.. like to touch your wings... I will be.. gentle." She shot a nervous glance back to Sin but she knew her place... she was a knight and she knew her duty, and even with her heart in her throat and her breathing coming out in small rapid breaths, she nodded her assent to Julian. She tried to watch but gracefully he moved directly behind her and began to touch her wings gently, the terror gave way to the painful pleasure her vision swimming as she gripped onto the chair trying not to loose herself in the feelings... but it was too late, caught in her desire for sensation and pleasure she gives herself over to the whims of the winged fae, unknowing of the strange web she has walked into, her brother watching on from his chair.
Syeria felt almost complet like something familiar was finally happening, she knew all the steps to this dance, trained it seemed to preform it perfectly, ever response carefully thought out while still enjoying the vast pleasure that dragon sidhe was intent on sending through her body. Her naked form displayed before Sin and Julian was that of finely crafted, she seemed almost made of the finest most delicate sandstone her honey colored skin perfect and flawless, her form seemed almost carved by Michelangelo himself, and the only word that could be brough to mind while looking upon the strange near etherial beauty of the eshu was "Galatea."
Their pleasures ran deep into the night and her mind swam thinking about what they had done, she needed to be carried to her quarters that night her legs weak and tired, she drifted to sleep a midst the plethera of jumbled thoughts and foggy memories that clouded her sight, leaving her a vessle for the lady's sights moreso than ever before.
She knew that she wasn't quite right in the head, she was missing most of her memories but Ihsan had promised her that everything would come back to her, Ihsan had promised, so she believed it with her whole heart. Finally she was called into Sin's chambers, she stood there meekly as he questioned her, a strange familiar smile on his face. He examined her carefully and in the midst of their talk Diablo decided that he letter she carried was for the Comte and snatched it from her fingers and delivered it to him. He was polite and she nodded her assent to him reading the letter, his smile grew strangely cold as he walked over and threw the letter into te fireplace watching it burn to ash. She looked to the ground, trying not to anger the sidhe but curious as to the contents of the letter. The other sidhe watched her his long leathery wings intreagued her... she remembered something like them... but the memory was foggy. Sin spoke then to the manfor a second and the man piped up, "Can you fly." She blushed slightly and shook her head in the negative, "No sir, they were damaged long ago, and they cannot carry my weight." The man voiced his displeasure and she sighed, she would like to fly, but it was not an option.
She watched them for a few moments as they talked and finally Sin looked back at the shy eshu, "Tell me Dame Syeria...are you familiar with the violet wand?" She blushed hotly, noone had ever been so foward with her before, what did her friend want of her, hre eyes grew wide, and a moments thought about hte sensations that the wand could bring made her pupils dilate she nodded, "Yes... I am m'Lord." She knew he could see the nervousness wrotten all over her face.
The question confused her so much that she decided to be just as blunt as he had, "Is there a service that needs to be preformed m'Lord?" He smirked for a moment and replied to her softly, "If you are asking if I would like an assignation, I do not...as I recall your marque is already made." The other Sidhe watching their conversation with an arched brow of intrest, finally in and Julian turn to speka to each other in quiet hushed tones, sending a tingle up her spin... for some reason the voice in the back of her head screamed for her to run... Sidhe of house Eiluned plotting.. to get far far away... it chilled her to the very bone, but she didn't know why... but she stayed, Ihsan told her that Sin would keep her safe untill he came for her.
The two Sidhe talked for what seemed like hours, but only in the head of the paranoid eshu. Finally Julian stood and she watched him as he smiled a toothy grin, his canines exquisitly sharp, they glinted in the light and he walked over to her, her breath caught in her throat for a moment. He spoke his voice rich but it chilled her to the bone just the same... "Syeria.. I would.. very much if you wouldn't mind.. like to touch your wings... I will be.. gentle." She shot a nervous glance back to Sin but she knew her place... she was a knight and she knew her duty, and even with her heart in her throat and her breathing coming out in small rapid breaths, she nodded her assent to Julian. She tried to watch but gracefully he moved directly behind her and began to touch her wings gently, the terror gave way to the painful pleasure her vision swimming as she gripped onto the chair trying not to loose herself in the feelings... but it was too late, caught in her desire for sensation and pleasure she gives herself over to the whims of the winged fae, unknowing of the strange web she has walked into, her brother watching on from his chair.
Syeria felt almost complet like something familiar was finally happening, she knew all the steps to this dance, trained it seemed to preform it perfectly, ever response carefully thought out while still enjoying the vast pleasure that dragon sidhe was intent on sending through her body. Her naked form displayed before Sin and Julian was that of finely crafted, she seemed almost made of the finest most delicate sandstone her honey colored skin perfect and flawless, her form seemed almost carved by Michelangelo himself, and the only word that could be brough to mind while looking upon the strange near etherial beauty of the eshu was "Galatea."
Their pleasures ran deep into the night and her mind swam thinking about what they had done, she needed to be carried to her quarters that night her legs weak and tired, she drifted to sleep a midst the plethera of jumbled thoughts and foggy memories that clouded her sight, leaving her a vessle for the lady's sights moreso than ever before.