Topic: Aolani's Boudoir - Tales of the Sierene

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-10 14:47 EST
Her door opened admitting the flustered steward. One glance in her direction would quickly send his gaze skittering desperately the other way.



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Aolani barely glanced up at the interruption, carefully painting the carmine stained cream across her lips. Normally she refused to use make-up of any kind for her own beauty needed little enhancement. But she needed to look human for tonight?s encounter. The ongoing game with the ever-fascinatingly innocent, Iankul, dictated that she play by his rules. His code was her nemesis. But the challenge of it was what kept her returning for more.

She?d look up from her pursed lips in the mirror, ?is the tiara too much??

The steward allowed his gaze to return to her delectable form with a gut-clenching fear. ?You are exquisite, Mistress, with or without it.?

His response would irritate. She had no doubt of the exquisite perfection of her form, one does not possess the heated blood of a succubus and the immortal beauty of a Siren without looking attractive. But this RhyDin was filled with women of all races whose beauty rivaled and contrasted each other?s with relative ease. A bevy of beauties, really. All gorgeous and self-assured. Her question had not been about her, but about the accessory.

Green eyes flared with intensity as she considered the possibility of replacing her steward for another. She would take him swimming. Naked. In the mere in the Southern Glen. She would slake her hunger in a lustful play upon his body and then let Zansanette slake her own hungry desires.

Appeased, she turned to contemplate herself in the mirror. Crimson. Tonight it must be the vision of red that challenged.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-12 23:40 EST
The conversation with both the assassin and the old man at the bar lingered in her mind long after she had retired...

A conjuration would take place. Her handmaiden summoned from her island kingdom realms away. With the teleportational powers of the Covenant at her disposal, Fawn Aribet was there within moments. Their union was softly sweet, languidly passionate, and surprisingly intimate.



This evening required something softer...

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-15 01:06 EST
Fawne's arrival had the soothing effect she craved.

A night of bliss shared with Aukai and she was thrumming with energy.

She'd dress for danger and thrill tonight:

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-16 23:06 EST
The Ritual had been draining, an exhaustive effort to appease the darkness.

Rejuvenated through an explosion of lust and fiery passion she had eagerly explored the Dark Mage's new youthful countenance. Aukai and Fawn's participation in the sensual abandon heightening an already exhilarating experience.

Feelng fiesty and fierce, she would dress with that in mind:

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-19 02:21 EST
In a <censored> kickin kinda mood tonight:

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-21 00:15 EST
((Adult Content))

The room had been transformed. What had originally been a standard suite in the Red Dragon Inn now echoed the transformation of the occupant. Plush rugs adorned the floors and rich brocade draped the bed. An expensive hand-crafted vanity hugged one wall and an entire second room had been converted into a closet for her belongings. Mirrors abounded, floor-length and hand-held and every size in between, and amongst all of it the finer things in life reflected their images back a hundredfold.

But it wasn?t the material things that drew the molten eyes of the woman reclined upon silken sheets and coverlets. The candles, held in expensive candelabras, created a spill of darkness to flicker and coalesce. And from this darkness he was emerging. His alabaster hair fell in soft locks across the expanse of his shoulders that tapered across a hard chest and taut stomach. Naked, he strode from the shadows to her bed his intent to lay claim, to dominate, to take her as he had on their first meeting, never realizing that with each dalliance, each taste she took another piece of his will, wrapping him up within her completely, claiming him and his unique gifts for her own.

Upon reaching the bed he demonstrated no hesitation, cruelly powerful; yet sinfully dexterous; hands finding her ankles and yanking her across the bed in a silken glide that placed her exactly where he wanted her. There was no patience. There was no gentleness. He simply took what he wanted.

And in return she took his soul.

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((Special thanks to Draxcilian Khaul for the fabulous roleplaying))

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-22 21:54 EST
She shuffled the cards, lost in thought. The magical deck having altered to shift and illustrate the faces she pondered.

Kaleb's face briefly flickered on the King of Spades before slowly morphing into another. With his disappearance her lustful thoughts were becoming flimsy memories, fleeting emotions and with her attention wandering a new face was emerging to replace his on the card of dark desires. The King of Hearts flickered between two a youthful appearance and a weathered one.

A shuffle again. A fanning of the cards across the table, the Lush Gypsy's face glowing sweetly from the elaborate frame of the card that housed her.

It was not choice that drove the magic of the cards. It was not conscious decision. They reflected the needs, wants, desires, and demands that circled around those she came most in contact with.

But as with all games of chance the cards could favor any who played with them. They could bequeath great fortunes, and great losses. Through the cards and the way they were played Aolani was able to "scry" into intentions, sometimes locations, and secrets.

Little windows into the soul.

One crimson fingernail would tap the Jack of Spades. Why he sat there looking up at her morosely from his position at the bar and cheap beer in hand, confounded her. As far as she was concerned he was a nobody, a nothing, beneath her notice with his sorrowful countenance and aching loneliness. But the cards told her otherwise. There was something there.

Perhaps tonight she would test it out. The crimson knit dress sliding over her lush curves to brush the matching lace tops of her sheer black hose.

Yes...it was time to answer the cards.
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Draxcilian Khaul

Date: 2010-01-24 03:57 EST
The systematic coordination was methodical, to say the least. The gentle touch of bare hands no longer adorned with black, fingerless gloves, cradled the silken length of her stockings covetously as he brought them from the vault of The Mistress' wardrobe to the edge of her luxurious bed. The diaphanous mold was stretched tenderly, one meant for the right leg, the other for the left, and both below the decumbent sight of her red knit-dress.

Dark eyes surveyed the outfit, every subtle nuance detailed and accounted for.

The sound of the bathroom door opening heralded her return to the chamber, and instantly brought him around with a swift pivot, sinewy structure sent in coiling decline, kneeling, his dark eyes anchored to the floor with obedience.

Her scent, the permeation of alluring aromas destined to elicit fantasy, was the first of his senses to acknowledge her. Her steps were quiet, unnoticeable to common ears, though his auditory range had been honored to perceive even the softest of sounds, able to detect the most reticent of footfalls. He knew where she was and how quickly she approached, even though he had yet to see her.

Her feet were the first to obstruct his view, stepping into his fixated line of sight. Her nearness caused his breathing to remiss, a focal study learned long ago to keep from surrendering to excitement and anxiety. Fingers raked across the lushness of the rug.

Her dainty fingers weaved through his ivory shock of his hair before delivering a sharp yank that tore his gaze form the floor to instead convene on the taut facet of her statuesque midriff. The gasp was audible, though quickly swallowed.

She stepped forward, into him, clenching his hair fast to keep him from any sort of aversion. There would be none by his own doing even without her direction, and he was certain that she knew it -- her hold nothing more than a display of power. She pressed her stomach against his lips, and in return he kissed her soft flesh hungrily.

"Someone has been a good boy and gotten my things ready for this evening." She purred. "Thank you, sentinel."

"Yes, mistress." The reply carried upon quiet breath.

"You deserve a reward." She declared distinctly, another twist of her hand contorting his head back, lifting his eyes to hers. "Tonight."

Limbs went numb with anticipation, the diligent control of his breathing staggered by her suggestion.

The augmented mien must have been apparent, for the sight of it elicited a husky laugh as the crimson nails of her idle hand tenderly raked down his opaque cheek. "Naughty, naughty." She mused. "I speak of the duels. I wish to see you fight."

Her words deflated him, dousing the inky fire that had ignited.

That expression must have been just as obvious as the last. She leaned down, bringing her lips across his own in a suggestive little brush. "Do not fret, sweet Draxcilian. Do well with one sword..." her tone descending to a breathy whisper across his mouth. "...and you'll get to use the other."

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-28 02:13 EST
The music had washed over her, enticing, demanding, twining. Twice now she had descended the stairs at the Inn to be treated to a musician's art.

Music had always been her weakness. Her Siren blood responded to the beautiful sounds made by both instrument and voice. It called to her. Demanded a reaction from her. Pleaded that she release the restraints she kept upon her voice and open up and sing.

She had resisted the urge and danced. Undulating to the music, twining lovingly in the air as she weaved with it. Rolled with it. Allowed it to roll her under and over and upright again. The voice had been gorgeous. The passion had been incited and lit.

But just as quickly as it had been claimed the singer had abandoned the stage and left her wanting, yearning even.

The urge was there. The desire, the demand to unleash her voice. And sing she had. For Aukai. For the others at the table. She had allowed the red-headed singer to coax from her the dulcet tones of her own voice. And the response had been devastating.

Immersed in past memories, torn by past emotions, nearly submerged in painful remembrances, she weakened herself.

But more importantly: The shard remained empty and weak.

That would not do.

A small journey to another land, another place, not far from RhyDin. She found her target easily enough.

Her confession had been truthful. She had given vent to her sins, her many and varied sins. Her lustful deviances and her desperate desire to be punished. The man of the cloth was weakened by lust, inflamed by her vulnerability, her desperate need for salvation. Her soft cries having convinced him that she needed to feel worthy of touch. To be held during her bout of weeping. The confessional was small, cramped as he adjusted his robes to hide his arousal from her even as she climbed into his lap and buried her moist face in his throat. Dewy lashes flickering their wet trails even as her lips parted against his skin on muffled sobs. The bereavement was genuine, but so too was his taboo desire for the lush body that convulsed in his lap, and it was this sinful lust that fed her succubus nature. A spread of her thighs, a shift of his robes, and his innocence was lost in the wet heat of her body. His vows broken, his control shattered, and his soul hers to claim. She held nothing back. The ride was fierce, frenzied in the tight confines of their surroundings. Her riotous moans calling attention to their activity as she milked him for every last drop of his essence. Filling herself, filling the shard, filling her core with Him.

His heart's rapid beat would falter as he cried out his climax, shuddering to a stop as she bowed backward on his lap, grinding him deep with a hoarse husky cry of release.

Moments later the door would open and she would step free from the confessional, a smile curving her plush lips of satiation and repletion.

Rejuvenated she would return to the Inn and a hot bath. Readying herself with a jubilant air.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-29 15:53 EST
The evening had begun well enough. A simple enough affair really.

It was time to get her cherry popped. She was a virgin to the Duels and to be fully considered a RhyDin-ite one should have at least a passing familiarity with the battle for supremacy that occurred with surprising frequency all throughout the land.

As she accompanied Uhragrar to the basement she had thrown herself into the display of combatants, straining, dancing and seeking to dominate their opponents. Grar challenged an attractively tanned man whose size should've been his first warning that the man would be deadly quick. The choice of weapons should have been his next warning: those wickedly hooked blades held confidently in both hands.

As they had thrown insults aplenty and clashed back and forth Aolani found her own excitement mounting. There was something about the way a man handled his weapon that spoke to how he'd handle his bed partner.

An assessing look from a vibrant red-head with violet eyes was returned with an equally intrusive one from the Sierene. The unholy grin she delivered toward the woman was warning enough that there was nothing vanilla about her and that she was more than willing to share the cream.

She was aroused. Turned-on within moments of their engaging display. The man and orc in the ring soon regained her attention. Throaty laughter bubbling free as their insults became as creative as their fighting styles. Unable to stay within the rickety old chair she had danced alongside the ring in growing stimulation and thrilling zeal.

As Grar brought himself back from the initial challenge, the duel had become tight and with the tension she had practically quivered. Upon Grar's defeat, his heavy form landing in the ring with a resounding thud she entered the sanctity of the ring with a sensual grace and a delighted laugh.

"You're not supposed to kiss the floor with both your face and your ass, thunderstick."

His response was perfectly Grar and she offered to buy both he and his opponent a drink, but missed the opportunity in her initial concern for her companion. She would have helped Grar up, but would have only landed on the mat with him. So, instead, she stepped back on those sinfully long legs to give him room to oust himself up.

Dancing before him, her hips swaying to offer the hypnotic rock of her ass, she made her way up the stairs from the basement and into the din of the Inn above.

And to think, one acceptance of an offer of a drink, a quieter locale like a tavern not far from the Arena, and her transformation would never have occurred.


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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-29 19:28 EST
The Inn was filled with the usual suspects and Grar's decision to sit barside put her front and center, not that she minded being in the spotlight.

In fact, a lifetime ago she had been a traveling bard. A singer of great reknown, before she discovered the truth of her origins and lost everything in a blaze of mistrust and lies, deceptions and betrayals. Since that time she had learned to use her succubus blood to feed off of heated emotions and had deliberately avoided anything sorrowful, pitying, or dark. Unlike most succubi, Aolani did not feed off of all emotions, only those of the passionate ilk.

A shake of her head would dislodge those thoughts as she instead sought a bottle or two of bloodwyne for her thirsty companion. The sight of the young gypsy bride would earn her a branded look, a knowing look, well-aware of what had transpired in the land of dreams.

Gathering a rag and moistening it she would gently cleanse the numerous spots of dry blood from Grar, guiding his big head around by one of his tusks as she continued their teasing banter.

A banter that would trail off as her gaze was drawn to the arrival of the young man whom Aukai desired her interaction. Their's was a symbiotic relationship, a bonded union that allowed their plans and mechanations to arrive at fruition by their almost telepathic understanding of each other's needs. To further his designs he had requested her assistance. And she would give it.

Watching him, blatantly, as is her wont, she would allow those cat-green orbs to dip over the rangy form. Attractive in its own lanky way. Tentatively she would reach out, searching with her empathic abilities for a chink, a sliver of an opening that would allow her entrance. To establish her bridge she would need to prey upon any newfound emotions of distrust, or betrayal aroused by his bonded love's recent interaction with the incubus.

The arrival of the young violinist would draw her attention as he struggled to carry his cello toward her. Distracted by his presence she would allow the softening of her emotions to flicker upon her face. Pleased to see him and even more pleased that he wished to perform for her again.

The love of music. Forever a part of her.

As the young musician released his powerful skill to dance across the senses, he inadvertantly carried along with him his powerful outpouring of dark emotions imbued with the mana energy he exerted as thoughtlessly as breathing.

Caught. Struggling like a bird in a high wind, Aolani could feel the power ebbing full around her, drawn into her empathic abilities, siphoning the darkness from him and absorbing the powerful magical boost. Drowning in the upswell, she unleashed all that energy toward the object of Aukai's intrigue.

And nothing.

Not even a flicker of recognition.

It was like aiming it at a blank wall. There wasn't anywhere to put the powerfully swelling energy and it pushed backward against her, filling her, drowning her in the swell of the young musician's pain and betrayal. His sadness and darkness choking her as she fought to free herself from the very emotions she avoided at all costs.

Aided by the powerful mana generator, the dark cloud hovered about her, an empathic holocaust that she swallowed and ingested, filling the shard with his power.

Even then the talented cello-ist continued to play, the song rising in a passionate crescendo of pain.

A cry would seek to part her lips, the shard throbbing in growing intensity. Eyes bleeding black, the green depths disappearing as she weaved on her feet.

Grar, would cease his bantering with the young dancing girl, noticing now that something was wrong. His meaty paw reaching out to catch the young musician by the throat, a challenging growl, "What did ye do to her, boy?"

Realizing that imminent death hovered around him should Grar simply squeeze his hand shut, Aolani would quickly intervene and remind him of the growing desperation of her situation, "the shard.. Satariel."

Swept into his muscular arms she would be carried from the Inn and the others, a panicked flare of madness swirling at the darkness that now inhabited her.

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-01-29 20:56 EST
There would be no ritual.

The other shards were not remotely full. To remove a shard from one of them without benefit of the ritual would undoubtedly end their life.

Satariel's decision had been made without a flicker in the soulless pits of her eyes. The misjudgment of both the musical boy?s power and the expert shielding of the intended recipient of this empathic blow had left Aolani to be exploited by the outcome of her rashness. With nowhere else to turn the dark emotions were destroying her; the shard overfilled and spilling out the evil energy in pulsating waves of rending torture.
Yet, Aolani had the ability to turn this power inward, to take it, harness it and make it her own. This evolution would be a powerful one for the Covenant - if she survived it.

The abandoned tower still held its strength in its rock walls and thickly stout doors. Finding a room that would serve the purpose of the Mistress of the Shards had not been difficult.

No windows through which to escape. No means of retreat. The screams of the Siren were embellished with her power.

Like strands of gilded metal enforcing a blade, her vocal registers twined with the verdant magical pull of her innate ability, unleashed and raw, emblazoned with agony.

Even Satariel was not unaffected by the pull. Pulling the shadows around her, she would have abandoned the Siren to her fate-- To survive or not as her actions left her no choice but to learn to control this aspect of her ability or to die in a shattered implosion of stygian emotions.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-02-07 01:42 EST
She had been reborn.

Empowered by her new abilities the Summoning would have been sent.

The Sovereignty Founded.

Her nights kept busy wtih the calling of the passionate.

But each taste of hot lust and secret desires would feed her, invigorate her.

Like a bowl full of fruit the mixed variety of those who answered her summons continued to supply her with a rich succulent sustenance.

She felt ripe with it. Ripe like peaches and rich like cream.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-02-08 23:28 EST
She had came downstairs to actually partake of food. The nights spent in glorious passionate explorations had awakened a hunger that couldn't be satisfied by emotions alone.

The lonely hearted man captured her attention, the Jack of Spades in her deck that was everchanging. He had adopted a limp somewhere along the way.

Eating her dinner at the bar she let the conversations ebb and flow noting anything of interest.

She wasn't alone long before Shieyu appeared and within moments they agreed to a meeting. For it to bother the hengeyokai something must've come up.

Returning to her room she slipped from the pencil skirt and demure blouse, falling back on the rug before the fire to gather energy for the upcoming night ahead of her.

Summoning was hard work... a lick of her fingers before commencing.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-02-10 22:55 EST
The summoning had been successful. She felt the pull of the reserved young woman and couldn't help but smile as she dressed for the evening.

Four had answered. Two resisted. For how long, she did not know, but part of the enjoyment stemmed from awakening in these seductive women the power to answer their own lusts, the awareness of their own restraints.

She dressed for fun. Tonight was going to be a wild ride.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-02-11 23:09 EST
His muscular physique was inspiring really, coated as it was in rich dark chocolate. She wondered idly what it would be like to run her tongue over all that flesh...to lick the combination of sweat and blood from him like icing off a cake.

It had taken but a second to make her decision, after all, Kay slept peacefully in his bed: She had claimed him as her own. Such an emotional boy, she had no intentions of allowing him to be tarnished. No, his purity led to his emotional output. She did not keep pets as rule and was surprised when he asked after such a role. She felt his confusion at her denial but conceded that he was hers. What minor quibble over a word?

The meeting with Oedipa had been...illuminating. She was a delectable dish of manners and politeness. In some ways her resistance mirrored Riley's and Aolani couldn't help but allow herself no small manner of amusement (not mocking humor) at the predicament. In a realm full of sensual creatures it was not the overtly passionate that answered her call, but those so bound in their restraints they caused themselves pain. The hidden lusts were that much more satisfying in teir resistance.

Draxcilian had taken a surprising interest in Riley. Normally her quiet, stoic companion, he seemed genuinely involved when it came to the caramel eyed beauty. His assistance in her Summoning, her Phantom Sentinel, had been a boon she had not considered using before. The tension between the two had strung her tighter than a bow.

And that is when she'd seen him. Shot free, still trembling with that tension she had followed him into the alleyway behind the inn. The fight between he and Grar had been shockingly combustible. His unease in the back alley had tickled her fancy.

Grar had mentioned a date with the Arena. Perhaps she would leave the summoning to simmer and see how the re-match between the two unraveled.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-02-15 22:22 EST
A sensual stretch... she was in the mood to play.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-02-17 23:06 EST
The drinking game had been amusingly good fun. Her special drink consumed in mass quantities and licientuous behaviors encouraged.

The night after, freshly bathed and recovered, she had but spent an hour or so in the Inn before Riley arrived. The resulting climax of her surrender had been like feasting on pure energy.

Empowered. She practically glowed with the ripple of passionate energy that still lingered nearly twenty four hours later.
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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-02-20 21:26 EST
She checked herself in front of the mirror. The last few nights had been glorious feasting opportunities, and to think that she had nearly written RhyDin off as a lost cause.

A fan of the deck of cards sent them sprawling out over her bed. Her summonings had been successful but she had yet to take any of the Sovereigns into her Coven. For now the mystery and the power of the Deck remained her burden alone. Would any of these women demonstrate the talent? The ability to control their own secret passions? The ability to control another's?

She ran her gaze over the moving and blurring faces on the cards.

Such heavy questions could wait for another time. She was rushing it.

It was time for a little fun.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-02-22 21:29 EST
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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-02-24 15:26 EST
As Tara made her normal flamboyant entrance, Aolani couldn?t help but take a second look. The banter between Harris, Sylus, and herself suspended as she aimed an admiring look at the psychotically intriguing woman who seemed to revel in unbalancing everyone around her. Sylus and Tara exchanged greetings. Sparkling violet eyes alit upon Aolani and with a detour that hinted at the capriciousness of her nature, Tara focused on her, ?Excuse me. Might I have a word with you a moment, please??

?Of course.? Aolani demurred with an undulating flex of muscles to push herself free from the stool and saunter toward her. ?Do you want to take me back to your place? Or just have me sit on your lap on that
throne of yours??

?Neither,? Tara replied, making a face. ?But I am curious....what makes you think I want to sleep with you.?

The blue-haired Harris added his thoughts to the conversation from the peanut gallery, booing so loudly that Aolani?s response might have been missed, ?Doesn?t everybody??

Sylus chuckled at the standoff before him, perhaps catching the hint of amusement in Aolani?s words.

?Shut up, dummy!? Tara shot at Harris.

To which he argued, ?You're trying to steal away my company.?

?Oh now don't hurt Harris' feelings, his wife will have to kiss it and make it all better,? A tilt of her head as Aolani considered that, ?... oh wait. Hurt him.? Nearly purred, ?Hurt him hard.?

In response to Harris? heckling, Tara stated, ?I'm not trying, I *am*.? Walking exactly a foot and three inches away from where Lani was to where hopefully Lani would now be, crooking a finger at her. ?Come here, please.?

Amusement trickled away slowly. A more serious consideration of the new game, smoldering cat-green eyes dripped down over the woman before rising again. With a hypnotic sway to her body she slid forward on a seemingly obedient glide, the sultry whisper for Tara's ears alone, ?I always come when fingered appropriately.?

The Whore smirked, both for Lani's quip and the Harvest King's subtle attack. She reached up with a snow white hand to catch the badsider and palm it in her hand, before smiling at her visitor, ?What I am going to say is probably going to piss you off, but I deal in truths. You aggravate me, you do. But there's jus' something about you that stops me from wanting to wipe you off the face of this planet. Maybe it's that pretty face of yers, I'm not sure. I have a question. If I promise not to harm you, do I have yer permission to touch you??

The Siren held incredibly still, a breath whispered past plush lips, though Tara's words elicit only a half smile, ?Evoking emotions is what I do.? Her voice vibrating with a honeyed intensity, ?Touch me as you desire.?

?So, that is a yes, then? I may touch you?? Tara confirmed as she eyed her sexual rival up and down like a slab of meat. ?I'm going to need you to sit down first.?

Tara motioned to a chair as she continued, ?I promised not to hurt you. One of the frustrating things about my stays here is that I am unable to go against my own word. It's sorta a condition of my parole. I do not expect you to understand a syllable of what I jus' said.?

?It seems to me you want someone to understand.? A long lingering look on the gorgeous woman, still holding incredibly still.

?No, really, I don't. It is likely you will scream if I explained it to you.?

?Of course Tara. We wouldn't want to make me scream.? Aolani slid back into an available chair, crossing her incredibly long legs as she returned her attention to the woman who practically vibrated with tension.

Pretty violet eyes of alit upon her prey for the moment, the captivating Lani. She stepped forward, placed her two hands on the armrests of the chair, the badsider falling out of her hand and crashing to the ground at their feet and she cooed, ?I want you to mark this moment, Lani, an' remember it well, for it shall never be repeated. Is that understood??

She ignored the crash of the bottle on the floor and nodded her agreement. Her full plush lips pursed together in a sign of good faith, puckering them up just for Tara.

Tara softly whispered, ?Excellent.? And tilted her head to go in for the kill, closing her own lush lips over those of Lani's and teasing them with her tongue, before thrusting it aggressively into her mouth, her violet eyes exploding in a brilliant array of lights.

Aolani inhaled a sharp breath; admittedly she hadn't seen this one coming. Her lips parted on a sensual moan at the penetration. Her own tongue quick to return the teasing favor, tasting hungrily as her hands drop to grip the chair tightly in response

With a hiss, Tara pulled away and simultaneously shoved lightly on her cheek to push her face backwards, ?Yer like a bad dream that I cannot wake up from. You invade my turf. You <censored> my men. If I wasn't so impressed with you, I'd probably rip yer heart out an' make you watch as I ate it, Lani. I do not know what to do with you.?
Aolani fell back in the chair submissively enough, well aware that Tara wanted to dominate and more than willing to give her whatever she desired. A panted breath as Tara was one helluva kisser, ?How about you dream about it a little more...?

A pause, ?..and then we'll see if you still feel like watching me eat...

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-03-02 22:39 EST
A tap of one long fingernail echoed plaintively in the room as she considered the cards.

Intriguing really, the faces that blurred, shifted, and finally settled into their rightful places. So much revealed by the Suit chosen by the cards.

Lightly she traced the face of the lush gypsy as she considered her obvious claim upon the Queen of Hearts. The Suit warned the Sierene though it need not have bothered. She was well aware that the gypsy's connections formed her strength. Love, familial and otherwise, bonded this woman to her power and through those connections would she find both her destruction and her salvation.

"With Hearts one must be careful of which string is pulled, for the tightening of the noose excites their protective urges and makes them most deadly."

She spoke to her Sovereignty. Her inner Coven. Whispering these words within their dreams, encouraging their desire to know more about those figures who graced the Cards.

Tapping the King of Spades against her lips she considered her next step carefully....

"Spades...Spades are as Unconnected as Hearts are connected. Their strength lies within: Dark loners that hide their turmoil deep within..."

Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Riley. She could feel the cat prowl along her senses as she entered the Commons downstairs. As excited as she was over Riley's new venture into commercial property ownership, she couldn't give up the nearness the suites allowed her to the patrons below: all those emotions pouring and roiling beneath her.

Dressed in a pinstripe skirt and a lacy camisole tank, she left the cards discarded for now.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-03-07 15:26 EST
She had errands to run today. The Ice Mage had been tucked within her bed, her promise to not touch him kept.

The night had passed in a debauched orgy made possible by her newest Summoned. The Multiple Multiples had brought with them the wicked desire to see if she could, indeed, bring "multiples" to multiples.

Dressed in a white dress that looked like a modified men's shirt, she paired it with clunky brown boots and matching purse. This outfit allowed her to fit in with the general public as she set about to do some shopping, to check out Riley's new place, and to swing by Arkon's school.

Today looked to be busy.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-03-10 10:53 EST
The knock on her bedroom door roused her from her dream-walking. Ebony lashes fluttered upward as she disentangled herself from the fevered illusion of the hunt.

Mmmmm... she stretched luxuriously rubbing her naked body sensuously against the expensive sheets that graced her bed. She loved the finer things, collected them really. Surrounded herself with the delights of all that can be afforded.

Soft asleep the exquisite Fawn made no movement but for the gentle rise and fall of her sweet breast. Aolani gave into the urge, rolling atop that delicately slender form and letting her thighs clasp her hips as she rose above her with a wicked curve to plush lips. Immediately her sweet Gift opened her eyes questioningly, startling like the doe with her wide liquid eyes. Aolani was in the mood for the hunted and the prey. Teased in both dream and physicality.

"Mistress, you're hurt." Fawn's dulcet tones sounded horrified as she reached up to brush her small fingers across the bruises that marred Aolani's creamy flesh.

A delicious shudder wracked her form at the memory of the gift of those marks, "Nay m'sweet Fawn, I am sated."

The knock came again interrupting Aolani's remembrance of Aukai's rough possession. Leaning down she pressed her lips against Fawn's, pillowy soft meeting cupid bow's, tasting, teasing, taunting her to a whimper before breaking away to whisper, "Go, order us a bath, I wish to see your nakedness glistening."

Rolling free from her delectable little body, she paused at the edge of her bed to reach for the stockings that lay in preparation. Gently scrunching one up to set at the tip of her painted toes before silkily gliding them over the balls of her feet, the high arch of her foot, her softly rounded heel and upward still, the delicate turn of her ankle and the sweet curve of her calf, past her limber knee to hug the tops of her succulent thigh. Slowly she repeated the same motion, more than well aware that her Sentinel stood in silent protection at her bedroom door, watching, devouring her with his hungry gaze.

Rising, she smiled almost predatorily, sauntering in his direction and the insistent knock that came again. But the emotions that welled on the other side of the door distracted her: fear, worry, concern...shame?..guilt, desperation.

Hmm... "My Robes."

Immediately Draxcilian was there, the shadows lending him uncanny agility as he simply slipped behind her with the robe already claimed and draped it over her shoulders, sheathing her naked beauty.

"Take Fawn to get the bath, I will deal with this alone."

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-03-10 22:52 EST
It had been a successful series of events really. The visitor at her door was the cream atop the cake and how ever did she enjoy having her cake and eating it too.

Poor lost little child searching desperately to find her father. She had promised her assistance.

And kept secret his presence in the adjoining room as he bathed the beautiful Fawne.

Secrets. They spilled around her like diamonds. She had learned interesting tidbits the other night and in fact her cards had transitioned to illustrate these things. The Queen of Clubs had altered. A new face.

She hummed to herself as she considered the cards, "I seek you out, flay you alive... one more word and you won't survive..."

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-03-11 20:29 EST
More secrets to keep, more secrets to tell.

Another night, another game.

And a fascinating proposal. An artist commissioned.

Riley and she, entwined in a bubble bath, glistening, sudsy and partially submerged, hinting at their nakedness and their natures.

The first piece was going to be stunning.

Pleased she dressed for the evening's entertainment, a brief flickering thought given to Riley's disconnectedness; but, the Cat was forever darting off to stand aloof upon the edges and for now she was content to simply let her be.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-03-16 23:14 EST
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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-03-20 02:55 EST
She had shopped despite the chilly damp air, enjoying the purchases. But the meeting with the Fae beckoned and quickly she made her decision on what to be wearing upon his arrival.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-03-21 18:45 EST
Flirty. Fun. The devious dealings of the previous nights had left their heavy handed mark upon her. Her venture into the Fae's world loomed.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-03-24 23:18 EST
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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-03-27 20:15 EST
When dealing with the Fae it was always a good idea to be prepared:

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-02 00:14 EST
The last few days had been a blur, Fae time being something entirely different than the world of dreams that she inhabited. Disoriented, detained, and dizzy with the fluctuating timelines she knew only that the deal had been struck. The favor owed. Riley freed. And Eamon a desperate temptation that she was wise to keep far from her.


Dayaniera's disappearance combined with Riley's hurtful defection was a series of disappointments she chose not to deal with.


She did what she did best. She took a lover.


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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-04 00:23 EST
Tonight's ensemble:




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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-06 22:07 EST
The cards flickered and danced around her; the images refusing to stay still.

A fallen Seraphim.

A Gentleman.

An Elven Mage.

An White Skinned Woman.

Their faces had now become a part of her knowledge and with that the cards responded to demonstrate their own interest in the powers that hid beneath the surface.

Like a roulette wheel the faces spun and danced, fading in and out of the cards that could possibly house them and reveal the most about their natures. Supplanting some with others.

She consulted the oracle of her deck before getting dressed for the evening's adventures:

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-07 22:44 EST
The costume party with the Sovereignty had been exactly what she needed. Jessica was adorable and if she weren't already belonging to another...

Oedipa's daring in the harem girl ensemble had been matched only by Jenillisa's naughty turn as a nun.

The glass green tiara set in upon her vanity where it would stay as a constant reminder of fun and humor.

But, tonight, Harris had asked her to his duel and she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity such an outing presented.

She dressed with particular attention to detail:

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-11 11:41 EST
A business meeting to start her day off...she dressed accordingly:

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-13 11:25 EST
A vacation.

The meeting with Arkon and Satariel had left her with a decision to make. Her explanation of the recent visit with the Unseelie had appeased their concerns; and she would heed Arkon's advice in regards to dealing with her misbehaving Cat.

So many faces flickered through the deck of cards that she no longer felt soothed by their power but agitated. Perhaps it was the energy of this Nexus, or this strange world, the comings and goings were intense.

Encouraged by Satariel's focus upon Zansanette's and Austorc's recent plotting and the dirge of magic eating creatures, she decided it was time for an excursion.

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((Thank you Arkon and Satariel for making time for me ;) Love you both KISSES and HUGS.))

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-15 08:32 EST
Relaxation.

She really wasn't very good at this. Never had been. But the Deck of Cards waited back within the villa and the Sovereignty was left to their own devices; as always she was available by dreamscape. Should any dream of her she would and could feel it and the door to their fantasies would open to allow her to commune with them.

In fact, such communion sounded particularly delicious at that moment and she laid back in the sand and let the waves wash over her incredibly long legs.

Noises. The approaching sounds of someone. Something. Distracted, she turned to look.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-16 19:52 EST
"Seriously. I'm not."

"Sweetheart you don't have to convince me. Have you looked in a mirror lately?"



What the hell? If the rich little playboy didn't want to believe her that was his prerogative. She'd had her fill of trying to convince others lately. If he wanted to continue to ignore her avid warnings that she was most assuredly not human than the onus was on him.

"So are you coming or not? I promise you your sweet little heiress ass that you've never seen anything like the party I'm throwin."

Why not have a little fun with it?

"Sure." A slow curl of pillowy plump lips, "Perhaps I can throw in a surprise or two of my own."

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-16 23:46 EST
After that party, it was a good thing she had an appointment with a psychiatrist.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-24 01:27 EST
A vacation to clear one's head and a meeting with a shrink to analyze it. How fascinating.

She felt rejuvenated as she prepared herself for the evening. She'd never kept a journal, hadn't the time to record life as she was busy living it. But the Doctor had requested three encounters, detailed from her point of view. Thankfully he had asked for them after their meeting, the vacation's culmination aboard the playboy's yacht had ended in such a manner it might be wisest to not record those events.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-04-28 23:16 EST
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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-05-08 17:07 EST
Round 2 with the Esteemed Dr. Shilo
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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-05-09 22:49 EST
Catching up with old friends tonight:

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-05-23 13:33 EST
Soft.

Hard.

The embodiment of both held there within her hand.

Warm.

So very warm.

It quivered as it pulsated, throbbing with life.

A simple stroke here, the delicate draw of her fingers sliding along its length elicited such a powerful reaction. The dominant body quaking with need yet brought low by such an insignificant motion.

He was quite nearly forgotten in her exploration. His shortened breath, sweat slicked skin, and guttural sounds background accompaniment to the center of her attention. There, achingly desperate where it thrust forth almost angrily within the delicate grip of her hand.

She drew her fingers back up that length, delighted and simultaneously unsurprised, by the gleaming hint of liquid salt gathering at the tip.

The constriction of her hand tightened, even as she licked the palm of her other hand in lazy teasing strokes of her tongue, aware of his desperate gaze upon her. Slowly she brought it to that glorious length and replaced one hand for the other, this one made slickly wet by her hot mouth. Again, she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed taut, gliding upward and quickly downward.

He moaned loudly and demandingly, his body arching beneath her ministrations in a stunning display of rippling muscles and pale skin. She gave him nothing but her hands and the vision of her body as she reveled in the killer?s supplication. He was hers.

Her instrument.

And she played him. Strumming him to a rapturous completion, the sounds and sights of his release the purest form of music as she directed his ecstasy upon the canvas of her body.

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Draxcilian Khaul

Date: 2010-05-25 01:19 EST
The moan that erupted forced its way through clenched lips as his head lolled back, splayed fingertips clawing at the silken sheets, gathering them into his fists as he fought for restraint.

Naked, the warrior's alabaster masculinity was stretched along the length of the bed, arms and legs in straight lines from top to bottom, chin inclined, ashen gaze locked upon the nubile goddess before him. Lids sought closure in revelry of her sinful touch, but composure and control refused to allow them their conclusion.

The exploration of her fingers caused muscle to quiver and focus to wane, the brink of abandon dangerously near. The only binds that kept him sprawled so completely were the facilities of his own asceticism, which now teetered upon utter loss.

He needed a distraction, something to take his mind away from the torturous pleasure she administered, and found the diversion in the form of feral emerald staring wistfully at his pale length. The way she studied it, admired it, it was as though the stilted muscle was a creature all of its own, and he was nothing more than the fixture that carried it. The partition she invoked between he and his rewarding instrument should not have been as exciting as it was, and yet somehow the detachment caused his flesh to tingle.

Teeth tightened and breath was sucked through pursed canines as the waves of culmination began to churn. He could feel the surge driving, reaching the precipice of ecstasy with a convincing disaster bent on hurling him over the edge and into the abyss of scandalous elation.

With a lewd bay he erupted. Pectorals stood swollen, abdomen taut with chiseled ridges, hips and buttocks tight and pressed to the bed. The only movement came from that glorious spear, pulsating with release as it bathed her in the incentive she sought. He fought to keep his eyes open through the milky liberation, forcing them wide in surveillance of her desirous approval.

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-05-25 02:02 EST
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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-05-26 01:06 EST
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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-05-29 00:38 EST
The Carnival behind her and with it any urge to blend in.

Tonight it was about the jewelry:

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-05-30 00:28 EST
A meeting with Satariel. Another with Aukai. And still yet another with Dr. Shilo.

She dressed for the part of the businesswoman.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-05-31 23:01 EST
The Arena proved to be a fun little jaunt away from the norm. Jenillisa's sweet daring something to be savored. The spill of blood put her in the mood for crimson for this evening's journey:

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-06-09 18:14 EST
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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-06-12 23:38 EST
Her meeting with Jatari had taken much longer than she had expected or realized. Her Sister of the Sovereign was a delightful little minx that demanded her attention.

It was time to emerge from her room again.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-06-13 18:48 EST
Errands!

Pleasantries in the Inn, A trip to the Institute, Shopping Excursion, Psychiatrist Appointment and a Surprise for her Sentinel.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-06-18 22:38 EST
Might be some shit - stomping tonight....

Hmmm...

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-06-20 23:23 EST
There had certainly been some ass kicking, but it hadn't been her doing the whooping. Inviting Draxcilian to serve his original purpose had been like unleashing a hurricane. He was a creature of violence. And he demonstrated this talent quite expertly when encouraged. The lesson in the Arena had been a profound one and the Sierene felt a little shaken. This, combined with Riley's obvious upset, had left her needing assurances.

Late in the night she had journeyed through the streets of RhyDin to pay a visit to her psychiatrist. Awakening Dr. Shilo from his bed in his luxurious homes at Luks Condos to unveil another part of a soul she doubted she even possessed.

She had dressed in baby blue undergarments though attached her garters to stately nude stockings.


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The skirt and blouse upper-class elegant. Garbed in a trench coat to protect her from the rain, she spent the day in the Newhaven District visiting with a prospective client for the Covenant. Bargain began she found herself returning to the Inn in a contemplative mood.

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2010-06-26 00:20 EST
Her dreams were vivid and violent.

The atmosphere of RhyDin had altered to reflect a new regime. The fun-loving drinking nights filled with debauched pleasure had become tension-filled and confrontational.

She was having none of it.

This called for gloves.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2011-04-01 19:19 EST
Divorced from her dreams, Aolani had languished in the Underdark. Her manipulations had granted successful coordination of the Shaitan?s needs and ElKinid had left her clutches a dangerously changed man. Still Iankul and Dayaniera lingered in their search for freedom from Nasarach.

Without the ability to traverse the dreamscape, she felt crippled. Compelled to rely on only the physical, the lovers she took perished, drained of life, their hearts bursting beneath the strain of her erotic love. She?d converted a new Sovereignty in the realm of the dark elves. A cadre of young drowesses who devoted themselves to her freedom. Sadly, only two survived the coup. One she left behind to continue the intrigue she?d built around her. But the other, Brizia, she brought with her.

The carriage pulled up before the Red Dragon Inn; the wheels slowing to a stop on the slickened cobblestoned streets. With a flash of motion, a figure poured from the cab with the liquid grace of the inhuman, her slight frame hidden beneath a voluminous cloak. She held the door for her Mistress even as she kept careful eye on the surroundings.
One obscenely long leg emerged from within, the pointed heel piercing the ground with all the grace of an impaling member. Footing gained, another sinfully delicious limb emerged to join the first as the barest excuse of a skirt revealed with fondness the curve of her hips. Lush, barely described her. She was sin embodied and her sultry laugh vibrated across the nerves. A toss of her head sent an ebony wave of silken tresses to glide possessively over her shoulders and even sent a tendril to delve teasingly within the cleavage revealed by her ludicrously indiscrete top, ?Brizia, welcome to your new home, my darling.?


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The drowess was in the midst of inclining her head in answer when the Sierene gasped, the sound sheering across the aural plane as it inflamed the senses with pleasure. Following Aolani?s gaze, Brizia was shocked to discover that her keen senses had not revealed the figure that lurked atop the building.

?Draxcilian.? Aolani breathed at the sight of her Sentinel, her entire body going rigid as she stared in unabashed emotion as if granted the first sight of the sun after her stay within the impervious dark of the drow.

Brizia was forgotten, not out of any sense of intent, but the Sierene moved up the steps of the Inn as if summoned even as the shadowy form slipped from one part of the roof to another, mirroring her motions.

As those sinful legs ascended the familiar stairwell, the figure disappeared inside a window.

It was anybody?s guess who actually opened the door to the infamous Room 16 as Aolani and Draxcilian arrived simultaneously to stare upon the vision of the other.

The explosion of desire dropped Brizia to her knees on a whimper. To any sensitive on an empathic level the sheer lustful pleasure that emanated from Room 16 was overpowering. Concerned for her weakened state, Brizia pulled herself up the steps of the carriage, collapsing within the cab to ride out the intensity of the reunion of Sierene and Sentinel.

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2011-05-23 22:07 EST
Time to get out and about:


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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2011-05-24 23:38 EST
El'Kinid's visit had put her in the mood for a little punishment. His concerns addressed as only she could. He'd keep an eye on her newest sovereign sister and in return she'd keep their liaison.

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Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2011-05-26 10:09 EST
She'd meant to be a good girl. Truly she had.

It just wasn't in her nature.

Arriving downstairs she'd caught the familiar essence of another for a fleeting moment before he had fled her presence. As she'd gazed around the commons she'd been once again disappointed by the lack of familiar faces. Not that she'd ever met a stranger she hadn't been willing to get to know better for whatever purposes suited her, but she was missing her party crowd. The people of RhyDin had so many barriers to break down before they could allow themselves to show even a flicker of interest. It was exhausting work.

But it had given her the excuse she needed to focus on her actual task. The Dueling World beckoned and twined against the scandalously arousing form of her Sentinel she'd been taken to the Twilight Islands.

Was it her fault that the sea beckoned so? How could she be blamed for giving into the natural urges of half her bloodline? The pull of the water had been magnetizing and when confronted by the rudely belligerent man in a kilt she'd found it no small feat to choose the water and Draxcilian. Her Sentinel was proving to be a serious distraction; their time apart had been difficult for her and she found herself expressing small fits of jealousy over his closeness with Fawne. She was secretly pleased that Oedipa had moved on to her transformation, Jenilisa had taken to her own path, and Jatari had had a falling out with him. Of course that was only because she hadn't been there to enjoy their rapture as well.

As the salty water poured about her lush body and Draxcilian bore down upon her she admitted to herself that it had little to do with their connections and everything to do with her absence.

It was time to Summon those who would respond home again.

Besides, she'd need the Dreamscape to deliver the message to Uhragrar, some poor fool wanted him to know he was looking for him.

Aolani Malvlasta

Date: 2011-05-29 12:45 EST
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(Scene forthcoming)