Enter the Halls
Here's part one of the investigation at the Halls of the Malicious. Here we meet Iqqur, the Dragon clan-mate deputized by Varen who is busy focusing all his possesive anger into lust and secretly replacing all Faisal's underpants with silk and lace! Charis may add a few more visuals if we all shoo scanty clad plunnies at her! ;)
There's more written but there's pov changes so it needs tweaking. This head cold isn't doing much for my judgement, I'm off sick tonight so if I stay awake long enough I'll get it posted tomorrow.
Hope I got the tone right:
Title - The Halls: Arrival
Wordcount - 695
Comment - Continues on from the 'Archive' story arc
World - Lustful Liaisons
Iqqur swept down, retracting his wings and returning to his human form. Harsh sun gleamed on the deep imprinted scales that remained on his skin. Throwing his head back he gloried in the heat, toes curling in the fine sands beneath his feet. Using a whisper of Djinn power to cloth himself with a knowing look towards a narrow window that was hastily shuttered, Iqqur surveyed the building ahead of him.
Utilitarian brick. A high barbed fence surrounded it, one he’d found it convenient to fly over. The place had the air of a fortress designed both to keep people away and imprison those within. Djinn had no call for prisons, though many a spirit had been trapped to a far flung container and left to fate. Milky bottles of old.
Re-education. Reform. Catch words of the era.
Dragons were among the strongest of the Djinn clans, a determined powerful race. Iqqur itched at the thought of being trapped, the idea of being under the control of another sat ill on him. He recognised the value of the place though. Halls of the Malicious. A title to induce awe and penitence. Harsh but constructive and, he’d discovered in his line of work, discreetly supportive of it’s past guests.
Iqqur worked in Azre’s division of an unnamed organisation. His job held no title. He dealt with those beyond redemption, crimes it sickened the stomach to consider, dealing justice for the defenceless. He appreciated any who sought to control malicious urges before they spiralled. Respected greatly the man he was about to meet. To confront.
His good friend Varen, a brother formed by time and deeds, had summoned him with an air of urgency. Recently mated to a small hissy sort of Djinn who scurried about the Ancient Archives putting everything to rights, including the Master Librarian on occasion, tutting at inferiors who stepped out of place. Varen was feeling possessive. It was part of being Dragon blood. Supportive of his friend, Iqqur hadn’t seen the attraction himself, until he happened upon Varen distracting his little love behind a book stack. A loud MEEP broke the library hush, books were carefully replaced on a shelf, alphabetically, then Varen was jumped. Enthusiastically. With an adorable hint of pink about the cheeks.
It was obvious why Varen was keen to maintain his post guarding Steve and refused to relinquish the role. Steve too was blooming there at the archives. His belly was rounder than ever as his Djinnling readied to greet the world, his skin held a healthy glow and smile was unrelenting. Tempted when Azre had summoned him with word of an unattached pregnant Djinn who appeared witty and smart with a mischievous lustful nature, Iqqur had seen on first glance that this Djinn’s heart was already held captive. Protective impulses rising it pleased him no end to see the wry grin and artful pouts as Steve allowed his Adnan to control him, subtly directing the senior Djinn as he claimed his rightful place at his side.
So much love and commitment. The husky note that entered Varen’s voice betrayed the fact he was very much with his lover when he’d called. It was the only thing that would have held him from storming the Halls of the Malicious with murderous intent. Results would be catastrophic. Unmated and level headed Iqqur accepted the task of discreet enquiry. Had persuaded a distracted Varen that it was the best way to proceed. That the curator of the Halls himself had acted Maliciously sending a mysterious present, the contents Varen refused to name, to a mated Djinn, and more importantly to Varen‘s Djinn mate, was hard to comprehend.
Storming the holds of a powerful Master Djinn would be foolhardy. Politics came into play, turning the noble Curator of the Halls of the Malicious into an interesting ash statue would have far reaching consequence. Varen burning with anger was better channelling his heat into lust. He’d mentioned Pleasures treats waiting unwrapping. Iqqur was unsure what Pleasures was but could tell Faisal would be among the things urgently unwrapped and sampled. His remit pained him, it held less of an opportunity for pleasure.
There's more written but there's pov changes so it needs tweaking. This head cold isn't doing much for my judgement, I'm off sick tonight so if I stay awake long enough I'll get it posted tomorrow.
Hope I got the tone right:
Title - The Halls: Arrival
Wordcount - 695
Comment - Continues on from the 'Archive' story arc
World - Lustful Liaisons
Iqqur swept down, retracting his wings and returning to his human form. Harsh sun gleamed on the deep imprinted scales that remained on his skin. Throwing his head back he gloried in the heat, toes curling in the fine sands beneath his feet. Using a whisper of Djinn power to cloth himself with a knowing look towards a narrow window that was hastily shuttered, Iqqur surveyed the building ahead of him.
Utilitarian brick. A high barbed fence surrounded it, one he’d found it convenient to fly over. The place had the air of a fortress designed both to keep people away and imprison those within. Djinn had no call for prisons, though many a spirit had been trapped to a far flung container and left to fate. Milky bottles of old.
Re-education. Reform. Catch words of the era.
Dragons were among the strongest of the Djinn clans, a determined powerful race. Iqqur itched at the thought of being trapped, the idea of being under the control of another sat ill on him. He recognised the value of the place though. Halls of the Malicious. A title to induce awe and penitence. Harsh but constructive and, he’d discovered in his line of work, discreetly supportive of it’s past guests.
Iqqur worked in Azre’s division of an unnamed organisation. His job held no title. He dealt with those beyond redemption, crimes it sickened the stomach to consider, dealing justice for the defenceless. He appreciated any who sought to control malicious urges before they spiralled. Respected greatly the man he was about to meet. To confront.
His good friend Varen, a brother formed by time and deeds, had summoned him with an air of urgency. Recently mated to a small hissy sort of Djinn who scurried about the Ancient Archives putting everything to rights, including the Master Librarian on occasion, tutting at inferiors who stepped out of place. Varen was feeling possessive. It was part of being Dragon blood. Supportive of his friend, Iqqur hadn’t seen the attraction himself, until he happened upon Varen distracting his little love behind a book stack. A loud MEEP broke the library hush, books were carefully replaced on a shelf, alphabetically, then Varen was jumped. Enthusiastically. With an adorable hint of pink about the cheeks.
It was obvious why Varen was keen to maintain his post guarding Steve and refused to relinquish the role. Steve too was blooming there at the archives. His belly was rounder than ever as his Djinnling readied to greet the world, his skin held a healthy glow and smile was unrelenting. Tempted when Azre had summoned him with word of an unattached pregnant Djinn who appeared witty and smart with a mischievous lustful nature, Iqqur had seen on first glance that this Djinn’s heart was already held captive. Protective impulses rising it pleased him no end to see the wry grin and artful pouts as Steve allowed his Adnan to control him, subtly directing the senior Djinn as he claimed his rightful place at his side.
So much love and commitment. The husky note that entered Varen’s voice betrayed the fact he was very much with his lover when he’d called. It was the only thing that would have held him from storming the Halls of the Malicious with murderous intent. Results would be catastrophic. Unmated and level headed Iqqur accepted the task of discreet enquiry. Had persuaded a distracted Varen that it was the best way to proceed. That the curator of the Halls himself had acted Maliciously sending a mysterious present, the contents Varen refused to name, to a mated Djinn, and more importantly to Varen‘s Djinn mate, was hard to comprehend.
Storming the holds of a powerful Master Djinn would be foolhardy. Politics came into play, turning the noble Curator of the Halls of the Malicious into an interesting ash statue would have far reaching consequence. Varen burning with anger was better channelling his heat into lust. He’d mentioned Pleasures treats waiting unwrapping. Iqqur was unsure what Pleasures was but could tell Faisal would be among the things urgently unwrapped and sampled. His remit pained him, it held less of an opportunity for pleasure.