[M] Up is down, one last shot

P. Loki

POSTED: Sun Jan 01, 2017 1:52 am

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The tide keeps calling, tugging
tugging, tugging

The soft pads of her feet felt cold against the slush of snow that she'd stepped on in approaching the hefty quarter of stone and grime. The ruins, a place she could have moved to any time she desired, was not necessarily a home she'd ever taken the moment to consider. Millstone Village had all she needed, a small, indoor garden that she grew her herbs in, despite the chill that she normally faced outside, the traps she went to check on, on a daily basis, the small cat that often patrolled her kitchen, searching for mice and wayward bugs that crawled from the cracked, rotting floorboards that squeaked and moaned under her weight.

The desperation in which she'd often come to Loki's home was a long forgotten thought in the back of Calla's mind. Weeks had passed since the interaction between them, her on the verge of tears, him somewhat speechless, making excuses. While the fox-like girl cared very little for the things she'd garnered during her stay in Salsola, the few things that stayed with her made her heart beat in her chest. Her relationship with Loki was one of those, something she'd gotten used to little by little. Blue eyes, reminiscent of the crystal water she'd only seen once or twice on the beaches of her old home, searched callously over the front of the building that Loki called home.

She needed him, for what, she couldn't remember. Perhaps it was the bad dream she had or even the idea or notion that it had been prophetic. The peridot dress that hugged tightly against her bodice hung damp against her chilled fur, the cool metal of her butterfly pendant teasing passed the warmth of her fur to send shivers down her spine as it touched against bare skin. She shifted in her step, the dark of evening overtaking the landscape as dusk slowly took hold of everything around her.

She inched close, one step at a time before hands nervously brushed at her dress, clearing it of dirt and dust that had come from her leaning against the tree she'd hidden behind as she'd watched his home. She was not a stalker, not at all. She simply had questions.. that and the idea of being near him still calmed the Valentine girl more than anything else. Diminutive hands lifted, the sharp brushing of her knuckles against the door announcing her visit with the quiet, but eager sound of her knocks.

All the angst


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POSTED: Sun Jan 01, 2017 2:04 am

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Salvia's words had disturbed him more than he was able to let on to his household. The look in her eyes, something haunted and angry all at once -- the Boss's anger, or perhaps her fear, was something he'd never wanted to bear witness to.

He'd busied himself with small things since then, tidying the house, fussing over his daughters, practicing the braids Stjarna taught him. Small routines and rituals like this allowed him to feel some semblance of calm and normalcy when dark thoughts dug tendrils into the cracks of his mind like weeds broken through asphalt. He had many thoughts as of late.

He was stitching leather when someone knocked at the door, and without thought he waved his hand for Pierrat to answer it. Cold air flooded into the room, sapping warmth inch by inch with the sunlight that spilled in, and Pierrat's "Bonjour, Tradesman" was too jovial and pleased with himself that suspicion crawled up Loki's spine with the chill. Eyes narrowed and he turned his head.

Then blanched. Lips twitched over pearly teeth and gums drained of blood.

Calla, dear, Loki purred, perfectly cordially.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 23, 2017 10:48 pm

The tide keeps calling, tugging
tugging, tugging

There was a lot in her mind, a lot she couldn't, wouldn't give voice to. The fox-like girl was always full of thought and desires, though most of those she kept to the side. The reason for her coming here tonight was the same as many other nights; It had been a short while since she'd seen him. Her nightmare, while faint in the back of her mind, was also good reasoning alone though she didn't have a desire to divulge that part of herself to her once-upon-a-time sponsor.

For a while there, it was a constant, her coming over to visit or finding him when he was out and about, most of the time when she knew that no one else was around. She felt her fingers lift to brush hair from her face as she waited for the door to either open or for no answer to come from within the room itself.

The warmth of Loki's home was just as she remembered it. It washed over her face as Pierrat opened the door, a notion she was familiar with since, it seemed, most of the time she came here, he seemed to be the one answering the door anyway. She felt her tongue grace over the gap between her teeth and her cheek before she moved to quietly step forward.

If she noticed anything from the tone of Pier's voice, she didn't seem to show it. Her interest lay solely on Loki for the most part and it didn't take that object of her search to announce themselves with a cordial 'Calla, dear,' that brought heat to her cheeks and a slight bristle to the back of her coat, hidden beneath her dress.

"Can I speak with you?" she asked patiently, glancing toward Pierrat as if requesting privacy before turning her attention back to Loki, stepping back again. She didn't want to just wander into Loki's home, though she had been there enough that it would have been common practice for her to simply wander in.

There was still the matter of respect. After all, she didn't know who was here aside from Loki and the doggish companion who'd answered the door.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 29, 2017 1:51 pm

Can I speak with you?

Forgetting all magical spells, dark incantations, black speech, holy prayers: those five words, Loki thought, had immense power. They drained the blood from his face again, made his eyes flash with heat, coiled like a serpent in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to hiss at her: Just say it! and at the same time he wanted to slink off and not give her the chance.

It could be a completely innocuous thing, a part of their pack duties, and yet she'd summoned anxiety with those simple, simple words.

Pierrat raised his brows, though his overall features remained rather stoned, and his eyes flicked slyly to Loki in spite of this. Betraying his temper, the nerves, the coywolf gestured at him with the needle. Get! he snapped at the Serf, as if he were some vermin lingering in the corner of the room, and the dog snorted, giving Calla a sympathetic look, before slipping out into the cold.

The Crone made himself settle back into his chair and returned to stitching. The girls are out, he informed the woman, and after finishing another section he set his tools in his lap and linked fingers together over them, looking at her.

What is it you need?

At least this time he managed to sound gentle, as was expected of him and his rank.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 31, 2017 12:08 pm

The tide keeps calling, tugging
tugging, tugging

Something about the way in which Loki spoke gave her the chills and almost made her flinch in place. She did not know Pierrat's relationship to the Crone, only enough that she knew that the boy was not of a direct relationship with him and that brought her some form of relief for she was unsure of how to deal with Loki if he was angry. Perhaps it was the wrong choice of words, after what had happened between them, to start off the way she did.

Countless nights had passed from now till then but a pregnancy scare, like the one she'd shared the last time she'd spoken the words had a habit of taking any sort of pleasure between two people from the air.

As Pierrat slipped away, giving one last sympathetic glance to Calla as he went out and into the cold, Calla closed the door behind her and quietly scurried closer to her Crone. She thought quietly for an instant about how to put her thoughts to words before cutting that train of thought altogether. With the girls out, perhaps alleviating some of the stress and tension between the two was for the best. She inched close to the edge of the chair Loki sat upon, fingers taking hold of the now aimless tools of his trade to set them off to the side on one of the side tables close by.

Only then did she let her fingers take hold of the sides of her dress, hiking up the material to make it easier for her to inch into Loki vicinity, legs finding their place at either side of his own till she'd effectively straddled his lap. Despite how tall she was, she still did not weigh so much that she would have been hard pressed to find solace elsewhere.

Fingers moved to seek out his hands, a feigned attempt to bring them to her lips for a quiet, affectionate kiss before light blue eyes moved to settle into Loki's own. "Relax, master," she said with a subtle grin, leaning down to lick lightly against his brow. "It's nothing bad."

She let her eyes slip innocently toward the door before offering up some form of explanation. "I met someone outside of Salsola. Not just once but twice. I think she would be good for Salsola and I know we spoke once of how we're supposed to recruit someone if we wish to but I want to clarify things before I make it a point to let her in on the fact that my name isn't Astarte and that my home is a secret place that only certain people are privy to." She took a pause, turning her gaze back to him, her hand moving to settle against his chest. "I also wanted to see you.. Alone."

Hopefully light power play for her.


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POSTED: Sun Feb 05, 2017 8:56 pm

The door softly shut, and the blue-eyed vixen stepped closer to the man. She reached for needle and leather, setting these aside before smoothly lifting skirts and easing onto his lap. Loki’s breath caught, and he stared up at her in surprise and a hint of fear, dark pupils swallowing lilac-blue eyes in an eclipse of arousal. He leaned back in the chair until he feared he might upend them, but by then Calla had deftly taken hold of his slender fingers and brushed her muzzle against them.

Then a kiss to his brow, a soft touch of tongue where they furrowed, and the witch was at once under her spell.

He swallowed with some difficulty and freed his hands, setting them at her thighs where the light green material of her dress bunched. His touch was feather-light; it was hard to think she had been the tentative virgin when they’d first met. He tried to read her face, her body, her intentions—but she’d mastered the game that he’d taught her in whispers and touches in the dark of his tower, and it was all he could do to keep his head above water.

He sucked in cold air, though only warm breath settled between them now. Slowly, his fingers settled less gently on her hips, and he examined her with a plainer interest as she explained what she had come for.

Well, a part of what she’d come for. Soft hands settled above a rapid heartbeat as Calla shrouded intentions once again.

Loki took a deep breath.

“Who is this someone, then? What makes her a good fit?” the man asked, and his tone steadied. He was serious in his questioning, a former Sponsor to a prospective one, and watched her face carefully.

His fingers toyed along her sides all the while, a soft drumming from rib to hip, to keep himself occupied lest he give in entirely.
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POSTED: Wed Feb 08, 2017 8:07 pm

The tide keeps calling, tugging
tugging, tugging

The prose of vulnerability shared between Loki and Calla was more than a tentative silence that passed for more than a few moments between the two. Loki swallowed hard as she approached, as she made quiet waves in trying to garner his attention and make calm the waves of anxiety he no doubt felt with her sudden intrusion and the unfortunate mistake of her word choice. He leaned back in his chair and she moved to follow, letting the brunt of the weight in her shoulders smooth into Loki's chest so that, in the end, she was pressed ever closer to the stormy Helsi boy.

His fingers came to settle against her hips, feather-light against fur and cloth bundled close and for a moment, her hands moved from his chest where she could feel the increase of pitter pattering heartbeats and found his hands as she had before, letting her own flatten against his knuckles on either side, soft fingertips and pads only adding enough force to guide his hands further in the direction she sought his touch, beneath her dress and against the barest nature of her fur and skin. Now flush against his chest, her snout drew along the length of Loki's neck to the beginning of his ear.

"She's smart, creative," Calla started. "Sort of weak willed from what I gathered from her purpose in being near, but wants to be strong with a spear. She can cook," Calla said with a weak grin, flicking a lick at the bottom of Loki's ear before she drew her head back to look him in the eye.

"And she's got more than a hint of seduction running in her blood.. Right now, she's a member of the coyote pack."

Perhaps it was her end game, to see him crumble over her. She didn't know his strength aside from what she'd seen. She'd grown through practice of her own. She was no longer just his in this small venture of theirs though things had changed and she no longer sought the emotional attachment that she once held firm.

"Also, I have a request... Will you listen to it?" she questioned. "You do owe me," she managed shortly thereafter, her jaw tightening momentarily, her sentence ending with a slight pausing hitch to her voice as his fingers drummed over her ribs, causing her eyes to shut for a moment in thin concentration, her lips to part for the briefest, lightest moan of the evening.

Foxy Calla is worming her way into Loki's close space. :D


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POSTED: Wed Feb 15, 2017 11:23 am

Her hands guided his beneath her dress, and Loki obeyed her touches, kneading his fingers more firmly into her flesh as her muzzle brushed along his neck to the shell of his ear. His nose fell to her short, dark hair and inhaled her scent where it was most potent, but then Calla pulled away and he smiled at her: his usual mischievous smile, confident, tricky.

“Salsola doesn’t have room for the weak-willed,” said the silver man, giving in to her demands with another light touch. “Unless you want her as a toy.” This particular image made him wet his lips with pink tongue. “Do you think she would give up Inferni secrets? What is her purpose for leaving them, or your reason for wanting to coax her away?”

It made sense that some Luperci would want to abandon their old lifestyles for one of wealth and power as Salsola offered, and also that some Salsolans would want to recruit for their own selfish ends. In a way, most of Loki’s own recruits had been selfish ones, a desire for allies and youths he could take under his wing—and Stjarna, of course, an example above all else. He’d prized her from the moment he saw her.

Thought of his beloved little faerie made him hesitate, but at that moment Calla demanded something else from him—a demand, because he did owe her, and he would not be allowed to forget this—and a moan sealed it.

The reminder irritated him, and Loki narrowed blue eyes and straightened, hands slipping from her dress to grasp at the small of her back and pull her pelvis firmly into his. In a likewise fierce movement he grabbed the straps of her dress on one side and slid the fabric down, exposing a breast.

“I’ll listen,” he said, grasping soft flesh and staring up into her bright eyes.
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POSTED: Wed Feb 22, 2017 2:26 am

The tide keeps calling, tugging
tugging, tugging

Loki seemed to be his normal self as his digits dribbled over the unclothed portion of her abdomen, riding the length of her ribcage with tickling fingers that did wonders in spreading an uproar of shivers down the very depths of her spine, causing her back to slightly arch at the very touch of his masterful grip. She shook her head lightly at the dual colored man, hair teasing into azure eyes that followed each of his movements with a trained intensity, earned through hours spent with Loki and, of course, training by herself with outsiders and even one or two others inside Salsola.

He no longer had her to himself, though she didn't let that secret pass between them. At least not yet.

"It's more her past with her father, from what I gather," she bent down, letting her tongue gently lap at the side of her teacher's throat, teasing a nip against his carotid in such a swift feat of a movement that it may or may not have happened. "Her father is a monster," she said quietly, looking Loki over. She knew nothing about Loki aside from what he freely offered. Other things she grasped from context. Like the fact that he'd never openly spoke of his father in front of her. At least as far as she could recall. "But.." she said eagerly, wriggling in Loki's lap to tease at him, head rising somewhat so that her breath could capture his ear again. "I doubt she would be opposed to being used by either of us.. or both at the same time."

Her tongue trailed her bottom lip as she took in the obvious way he seemed to shine as the thought of Calla taking a woman to herself crossed his mind and lips. She could use that taste of his for her own purposes, for her own quiet ambitions. And she wanted to be close to him, closer than she was now, closer than she was before. "I want a favor from you, anything that I asked, barred murdering someone or stealing from Salsola," she requested with a small, confident smile as his body went tense with her questioning request, the reminder of what had happened between them striking true between the two.

When his hand moved from her, she almost whimpered with the loss of the warmth of his touch but a gasp was all that freed itself from twixt her lips, Like a dudgeon upon his honor and his past, he'd seemed angered, though perhaps that was not the case. Her bottom half was pulled to grace his own, her back arching at the stronger man's touch while, fiercely, his hand found a strap of her dress, tugged and freed her upper body from the confines of her dress.

Eagerly, his hand moved to fondle against a pert breast that ached for his touch. Gingerly, her head fell back, breaking his line of sight from hers that surely would have betrayed her at the smallest of his touches and a hand slipped between them, fingers teetering over his abdomen till they found their target, guiding him to her. However, she paused before fully committing to the act, head straightening so that her eyes could capture his, snout moving to settle close to his own.

"Say yes," she half-ordered.

Sneaky Calla wants all the favors. Can end after your post or continue. <3 It's up to you.


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Her breath whispered, warm and sweet, against his ear. She filled his head with pictures that made him growl as he followed the path of her tongue across her lip and lifted his head to trace it with his own. He seemed not to care about anything but her touch, though his fingers paused thoughtfully and belied this; he was considering things, considering bloodlines and secrets and loyalties. As she rolled against him, sending radiant pleasure up his spine, he lifted his eyes to hers and offered a small nod.

And then she named his debt.

The student had surpassed the teacher -- a feat not altogether impressive considering Loki's faults, his proclivities. It was fated to happen, for his flaws to be spun so cleverly against him. Inch by inch she drew him deeper into a sharp need, a debt he could not find relief from.

Inch by inch. He gasped, softly.

And said, in the heartbeat before the world would melt into beautiful irrelevance, his head fogged with pleasure, Yes.

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