[M] You've had me underrated

Ankh

POSTED: Fri Jan 11, 2019 2:57 am

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December beginning sometime

It would be magnanimous of her to ignore the Serf that returned empty handed but without the man she had called for. She should suffer his careless goading with long suffering poise, as a higher-born Lady might have.

Helena was no such thing. Not truly.

A black and white horse stormed through the winter snows, kicking up drifts and sending small flurries from his heels. Harder she pushed him, until the man's cat-infested abode drew into her view. She drew Nani up sharply, the edges of her anger unfurling to fly free, a flag in the wind, dragged a thousand different ways.

She reigned in the impulse to burst in and drag him out by the hair. Such a thing would be unseemly, no matter how she might enjoy it. Low on the horizon, a weak sun peeked through the skeletal trees. The quiet singing of the early rising winter birds provided her a melodic background music. She inhaled a calming breath, exhaling it slowly.

She slipped inside, a poisonous, trailing fog. Her nose wrinkled in distaste. Her missive lay crumpled on the floor, just beyond his bed. He splayed arrogantly even in sleep, though without the perpetual sneer upon his face he was almost handsome... almost. Light footsteps brought her closer, she could almost reach out and touch him, brush away the errant strand of hair that dared to linger across his face.

She reached forwards, fingers tasting the air and curl hold. Her claws tightened on the fur that he slept on, with a great heave of muscle she spilled from abruptly from his slumberous repose and onto the hard floor, the furs following him to add to the chaos of his sudden awakening,

"Oh good. You are awake." She drawled simply, folding her arms across her chest and fixing his flailing form with a cool stare,

"We 'ave business to attend to."

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POSTED: Fri Jan 11, 2019 1:51 pm

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When the intimidating black dog has shown up on his doorstep, Ankh had been swift to instruct Allspice to turn him away. Then he'd rolled back over and continued his slumber. He knew all too well who would be looking for his at this ungodly hour and turning the slave- servant- away had given him a small burst of pleasure that easily lulled him back into a deep sleep. The dark tomcat hadn't returned to his usual post, hidden under the roofs support beams way up high, he'd remained outside, perched upon the roots that served as the other extremities of the roof. Dully, half asleep, Ankh regarded this as a good sign, for the cat could instruct his next unwelcome visitor to fuck off.

It didn't work of course, since Ankh hadn't been betting on the Quartermaster to come looking for him herself. The great tomcat sat with unblinking eyes as he watched the Dragoness approach in a furious tempest. Bold as he was, he knew better than to make enemies when many regarded him as little more than a glorified pet. Allspice didn't trust Helena not to set something larger and more ferocious upon him should he offend her in some way. His loyalties still remained with Ankh, but the cat was not bound by blind obedience after all.

Inside, the Pale Man slumbered peacefully. He lay deep in a dream, a violent dream which filled him with such pleasure. Unconcious, claws curled instinctively, a reaction to whatever sordid nightmare his mind was dreaming up. Lips raised and revealed pale teeth, surprisingly elegant for such a bedraggled creature. His dream was so close it's delicious climax and Ankh felt as if he could sleep forever with this dream to keep him company.

And then he was falling.

Abruptly, for what felt like an eternity wrapped inside an instant, his heart felt as if it had left his body. His soul too felt as if it had drifted far away from the mortal world. As quickly as it began, he awoke, his body in a crumpled pile on the floor, his bony spine playing host to the furs he slept upon. Sleep filled eyes looked upwards, like raw infant searching blindly for the shape of it's an adoring mother. There was no adoring here. Only hatred and burning passion. He made no quick effort to move, instead smirking upwards towards the bi-eyed woman's thunderous face.

'The view from here is outstanding...' he purred, knowing a sharp dig in the ribs was likely coming his way.
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POSTED: Thu Jan 31, 2019 9:58 pm

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December beginning sometime

The distaste lingered in mutual association. A tumultuous tempest that heaved and writhed as it saw fit. The spark between them was an ill born one, birthed from the fires of wretched disgust and intertwined desire. Both looked at the other with utmost disdain. It was a seething riot that burned heavily inside her chest. Helena held no love for Ankh, what she felt could at best be labeled desirous contempt.

She would have kicked him, if not for the knowledge that it'd probably give him some kind of sick pleasure.

"Get up, you fool." Pleasure was the last thing she wanted to give him at current. Or ever, really. Such a pity it was an unfortunate side effect of their association. Their tastes ran similarly, much to her silent antipathy. At least with him, she didn't have to care about hurting him.

When arranged in comparison to the other one, there was a lot that Ankh was lacking, how utterly disappointing.

Her gaze washed over his... home. The stink of cats was ever present and loud in her nose. She could barely stand to exist within his territory for longer than she had to. It had become just another level to the horrible games they played with each other.

It was no question of if he wanted to run his fingers of trade through her own self, but the exacting specifics would need to be hashed out between them.

"What are you wanting from zhe Portland Outpost.. and what are you willing to pay." He tried at her patience far too much, even his very existence was an itch in her veins that demanded rectification. The quicker she dealt with his thin, pale visage then the sooner she could be on her way.

"Zhey asked for more of zhe wine. Zhe same one from last time." There was carelessness twined into her tones, the wine with mushrooms was a eagerly sought commodity that brought quite a bit of wealth for the pair of them. Acquisition of wealth was always worth the price, especially when it added to her already formidable reputation, the cast of her wings was a shadow that was swiftly cloaking the entirety of the Thistle Kingdom.

She could play nicely when it was required. Bending the adaptable extensions of herself, it was only another mask to place atop the others she wore. In sub-conscious expression, Helena smiled, and it was perfectly harrowing.

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POSTED: Sat Feb 16, 2019 3:35 pm

He remained earthbound for a little while longer, enough to taunt Helena for a moment or two longer than she would have liked, but not enough for her to get actively vicious.

'They can have the wine.' His stock wasn't as vast as it had been over the summer, but he supposed it would suffice. It would have to frankly. Helena would know to find it in its usual spot, the earthen auxiliary storage he'd dug deep towards the rear of his grim tree root house. He wouldn't have been surprised if she'd gotten into the habit of taking what she liked from the place, it's not as if Ankh would have recognised any missing stock. He didn't pay such rapt attention to his own inventory as Helena did hers.

Of course, he had his own desires, but he let her wait for his decisions as he slowly raised himself back onto his slightly raised fur pile, leaning back against the earth wall and humming in mock indecisiveness. The anger grew on Helena's smarmy face and Ankh was smart enough not to press his luck. 'The usual.' he decided with a self-satisfied grin. Herbs, exotic or simply just more southern than he could sow here. 'I trust your judgement...' God knows why, he thought to himself quietly. Helena's haul was usually enough to please him considering he was ever reluctant to make the trip himself.
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