Uhragrar?s delightfully gravel-tinged voice would be rumbling up through the timbers. She paused at the top of the stairs to observe the room. The usual assortment was there. She?d begun assigning them card titles. There was the King of Hearts with his heart in his eyes as he sought the Queen of Diamonds. And there was the Jack of Spades doing his usual parlor tricks to hide the pain that she felt echoing off of him in waves. Those three were almost always together and their byplay at times included the vestiges of passion and flirtation that soothed her; though oftentimes now they struggled with one another, the Queen of Diamonds torn soul filled with sorrow. The Queen of Clubs was in attendance with her King of Clubs beside her, their daughter the Jack(ette) of Clubs as multi-hued as they were. They were difficult to read with their own psyches warring for dominance; entire conversations, arguments, peace treaties, and negotiations occurring beneath the surface of their very being.
But all of it faded to the background at the sight of the green-skinned Orc and his lusty love for life. She adored that beast down to the chipped tip of one of his tusks. And he was currently jousting with a newcomer, one she had yet to assign a card. The drow was holding his own as much as one can when confronted with the pure nasty vitriol that was Grar. Feeling magnanimous she?d head down the stairs on a sultry slide intent on joining him and rescuing the purple-hatted man from the verbal sparring match.
She?d weave through the crowd on a provocatively indecent step, cat-green eyes burning with the intensity of the personality behind them. For now, no one else would garner a look from those pools of sin, locked on to her target and thrilled to see him, ?Grar, you nasty son of an angel, I've missed you...? the last delivered into his chest as she paused her forward motion only after her lush curves meshed fully against that rigid hard plane of toughness.
His welcoming grin was accompanied by a molesting hand grab and an eye-f***ing designed to make a lesser person squirm. ?I figured ya' might be 'round tonight so I thought I'd drop in and talk ya up a bit.? Twirling a chair around for her, ?How ya been??
Every move would be a luxurious call of sensuality and his gentlemanly offer would be taken as she crossed indecently long legs, sheer smoky stockings whispering seductively, ?I'm wonderful. Absolutely sinfully divine.?
?Tha's good ta hear,? Taking a seat he would let his gaze linger on her legs as he continued, ?Asmodai gots me runnin' all over lookin' fer stuff fer this school he's buildin'. But ah'm sure you know all 'bout it, yea??
?Asmodai has everyone busy for some aspect of that Arcane Institute..? Her lips forming a moue at the thought of being reduced to secretarial work, though if some of his applicants didn't appear for their interviews it wasn't her fault that they chose to spend the night in debauched orgies with the admin.
She?d sense the arrival of the young succubus, her questing emotions trickling across her senses. A look toward the door was given as she continued to converse with Uhragrar.
?Damn it. Yea, I prolly wouldn't even give two shakes if I didn't think his ol' sick ass wouldn't turn me into somethin' ugly and stupid..? snorting the last: ?like a drow.?
?Crossing the Dark Mage would be unwise...besides his gifts can be particularly fascinating..? She would offer the entreating succubus a smile before returning her attention to Grar, ?who knows what will come of this Institute.?
As the young woman joined them, Aolani would let her gaze drift over the patrons again?watching the cards shuffle and re-shuffle, their rising and falling emotions fascinating. Uhragrar?s words would just catch her attention again and pull a startled little laugh from her, ?Say, this lil' school o' his, they're gonna have... uniforms??
Before she could give him an answer he would just as quickly divert his attention to the arrival of Black Widow and he would growl, ?Who?s this hot piece o? twaddle??
The startled hiccup of laughter would turn throaty as full-out humor took her by storm, wrenching that honeyed husky laughter from her by force. Grar had that effect on her, for some reason their connection had seen them through many an engagement and he maintained a soft spot that was his and his alone. ?Grar!?
As her two companions descended into banter that was as much a part of their nature as their skins, Aolani would let her thoughts return to the glorious hours spent with Aukai and Fawne from the night before. Her attention only returning as the emotions at her table shifted into wary attentiveness.
?What, what is it??
Realizing that it was a dragon that had caught their attention, she would sigh, ?What is it with you and Zansanette? Dragons? really? I find the draconic kind grating with their all knowing wisdom...? A roll of her eyes as she held out a hand imperatively for Grar?s bottle. ?It's like trying to climb in a geriatric patient's lap.. the intent is there, but you have to listen to them ramble and probably then they won't even be able to follow through.?
Grar?s barking laughter accompanied the slide of the bottle across the table, ?Yea, well I gotta feelin' you'd bring back feelin' ta those legs if it were you climbin' in that lap. An' dragons are fun to mess with if you find the righ' one. Ain't nutting like havin' a dragon's neck under yer boot and makin'm call you daddy.? Turning toward the young succubus he would continue, ?Makin' people call me daddy is my specialty, just to let ye know.?
Her voice would be a seductive trill, ?you should mess with giants, Gnar."
His response as coarse as the rest of him and accompanied with a wink, ?I mess wit' giants everytime I drain the snake.?
?You couldn?t handle this.? The succubus would respond to his wink.
?Handle it? I'd handle it, fold it, throw it up in the air and slam it on the ground....and the only thin' you'd be able ta do is come crawlin' back beggin' fer more.?
Their banter had her laughter spilling freely, but it would suddenly cut off on a choked moan of pain, her beautiful face contorting in a mask of agony. One slender hand knocking over the bottle to spill its alcoholic content across the tabletop as she instinctively wrapped both hands around her middle, doubling up in her seat, long legs trying to curl up as she sought relief from the sharp rending sensation.
Immediately her companions would respond, Black Widow at her side, ?Mistress are you alright??
The beast?s query echoing hollowly in the roaring agony that was her head, ?'eh, legs? You good??
Her plush lips would thin into a hard line of determination, the next cry of pain swallowed back. Too many here would find joy or at least humor in her agony and she would not share that with them. Pale, she'd twine her long fingers more used to pleasure and sensual touch, into a fist and force her legs to the ground, pushing up to a stand as she managed to whisper for their ears alone, ?..the ...shard.?
The throbbing waves of pain would nearly take her consciousness and the trip upstairs to her room would be a blur. Unable to take time to explain to the young temptress she could only concentrate on answering the Summoning. She was aware that the pain reverberating from her was causing the empath pain, but she possessed no control over it.
Tearing away from their supporting hands she would stumble for the window, falling onto the thick rugs. A scream would tear from her lips echoing the rending of her flesh as feathery wings tore free. The blinding pain in her skull nearly her undoing as her horns erupted through the skin. In agony, she would push forward and throw herself into the night sky to heed the call.
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