Topic: The Lion's Den

Melisande Clarikara

Date: 2010-03-13 19:33 EST
The place was everything she would hope for. Secluded enough from the rest of the establishments but spacious. Hues of earthern tones provided a calming environment with the casual markings of blacks and greys, whites and gold accents here and there.

It near was a homage to Melisande herself that brought the Regina to smile.

The door had been left open and all for the reason more to allow the entrance of the Ghost and the Darkness to follow with her.

They near had become constant companions, perhaps even guardians even though the woman easily could take care of herself. Pride and creature comforts all the more they were.

Her breath was breathed out as a low throaty purr as the door was shut behind them and the pair of brothers approached to ensnare her waist, their bodies poised on either side of her.

Moving on and claiming a new life was something to be taken with adjustment, yet this she learned was something she could accomplish as easily as the sun on the horizon.

Sated and soothed she breathed out a sigh as she looked individually at the pair of men pressed against her.

"I suppose... this is where it becomes appropriate to say... welcome home."

Melisande Clarikara

Date: 2010-03-19 21:13 EST
The shadow dark of hours far past midnight soaked her skin from the windows left open to the moonlight and to nature. In those hours the Regina should have been sleeping and instead found herself wide awake.

Dappled with sweat her skin glistened as a well polished and sleek offering, naked flesh that kept its claimed comfort against the firm muscled back of Ghost and the carved flesh of the chest of the Darkness.

There was a new addition to the bedroom and to their home and more so to the bed shared. Though sharing seemed a foolish term to consider as the Pride the Regina had deemed as her own kept the comfort of each other and that bed was large enough to accomodate all four... if perhaps not even a few additions.

At the moment though there was only the brothers and now her... pet. Half sprawled across her naked form and exhausted in all delicious and delightful ways slept Jase.

The innocent Lamb who had mentioned to the Lioness as much as the lion brothers in such naive suggestion that perhaps a crafted collar would be more in preference over a delicate chain to make the Pet as her own. The thought brought a smile in its elusive way as a hand smoothed through Jase's hair and that which woke her in the night was all but forgotten.

All those things she never would speak of.

The things that could haunt even the brightest burn of a Midnight Sun forged queen.

No...these were not the things to speak of.

There were better things to think of... how to make a Lamb into a Lion, or where to find a carpenter... or just to cater to the delicious offering of sweet contrasts...