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POSTED: Sun Sep 16, 2018 1:29 am

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Helena Troy Lykoi

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It had been moons and moons since the betrothal was announced at that fateful first Last Supper. The years of the Tigress had come to an abrupt and strangely bloodless end. In her place, Elphaba had usurped the title of Boss. The Witch Queen, they whispered, fools and cowards that no longer had a place here. The time for pruning was upon them, to snip away those leaves that blackened and drooped, to allow the healthy to flourish.

Finally, a date was given. Helena burst into life again, as she had done for that first Last Supper, as she did for every occasion where she could truly shine as diamond among the fool's gold. It would be an extravagant affair, the Queen's own half brother to be mated was an excuse for riotous celebration among the faithful. Salsola adored its parties and jubilant events.

As Cocinero, as Conserje and as current the only member of the Merchant Faction, the pressure loaded onto the Frenchwoman was supreme, she bore it proudly. She awaited the visit of the Queen to discuss the exacting details but already her mind was working, some assumptions had already been made.

The Apprentice sat at her table for long hours, scribbling away with charcoal pencil for every last thought and idea that came into her mind. The Lykoi's normally neat, exacting hand devolved into chicken scratch as she frantically wrote into the late hours of the night, eschewing the company of her children, her mates and her servant.

When she finally did sleep, it was the dreamless unconsciousness of the exhausted; She rose late the next morning to cold tea and barely able to keep a bite of food down.

Her perusal of the late activity was a thoughtful affair, Helena rewrote out the notes in a legible hand into columns that grouped them together. Wine and Food were two major columns that required immediate attention. Wine and alcohol was the most pressing, since the time to make such things was greater than the length until the ceremony. Helena would have to trade for more luxuriant vintages than they currently held. She also knew just who to speak to about all things alcoholic and narcotic. The sharp, savage grin was equal exasperated and anticipation.

She sent Phobos to fetch him, from whatever place he called home. Helena headed to the storage shed on the back of her horse, still idly flicking through the sheets of parchment and papers. To make this a spectacular assemblage would require much work from herself.

Salsola held few bottles of their own alcohol, traded or made or stolen. They would not grace the table this time, she had a far grander plan in design. She waited for him, arms crossed and firm stance set, he dare not ignore her summons for she held the ear of the Queen and the other higher ranked members. It was no secret that Helena was among their Boss' most trusted friends.

Feel the heat of my breath
Hear the furnace in my chest
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POSTED: Tue Sep 18, 2018 3:45 pm

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Being practically dragged from her home by her father and some slave was an offense in Narcissa's eyes. She had grumbled for the entire journey to the Conserje's home, grumbles which Ankh turned a deaf ear to, addressing her only once to point out that it would not be prudent to question Helena's whims. Not while she held such a lofty position. Not while she turned a blind eye to his pilfering (which he would repay, eventually) and certainly not after she'd done Ankh an incredibly valuable favour...

When that admonishment hadn't worked, the pale man had been quick to point out how enamored Cissa was with the suspiciously pale, thin-faced puppy that Helena had recently birthed. And how much of a shame it would be if Cissa had offended Helena to the point where he adoring presence was no longer welcome. With a scowl, the black-cheeked girl had fallen silent, though walnut eyes still shot daggers furiously towards the doggish slave who led the way.

Besides, Cissa actively liked Helena. The blonde prima donna somehow saw something warm and motherly in the Lykoi bitch and gravitated happily towards her. They were certainly a pair, beautiful women, united in masqueraded malevolence. There was a base reluctance to badmouth the Merchant Apprentice, though it was constantly in a battle of wills with teenage rebellion, of course.

They found her in the storage shed, surrounded by a flurry of parchment and paper, all marred with elegant scribbles, well thought out plans. Entering, Ankh felt displeasure creep onto his face. Displeasure that masked jealously and jealousy that masked desire. Violent and intense desire. Not the kind of sweet lovers, the hellish kind. Born to destroy. Oh, how he hated this woman... An angel, six-winged, all covering a true, terrifying form, so bright and glorious that no man dared look upon it, for fear of death.

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POSTED: Wed Sep 19, 2018 1:46 am

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As she waited for them the Apprentice sorted through her papers and organised them more thoroughly. This would be a costly endeavor and worth every trade. Already Helena did know of certain men who would be willing to take things such as jars of whale oil in exchange for produced wines. Those who created such specialty items often did not have time to hunt and gather their own resources, such things were highly prized as the Vahn man had evidenced.

She did wonder if the Vahn man would be nearby and able to be found, he had given her fair prices for equalling quility goods. She should like to deal with him again.

Sputtering candles cast dancing shadows across her form as her guest arrived in a timelier manner than she anticipated. He had even brought along his precocious daughter. The girl Narcissa had taken a liking to Helena that she positive grated on Ankh's nerves, she made sure to foster its growth at every possible opportunity. Freyja's birth helped cement just that occurrence, she graciously allowed the girl to visit her half sibling.

The relationship between she and the D'Aabt man could best be described as two cats trying to swipe at each other from safety. They both took turns to strike and retreat, it was all a game to her; Despite the exasperation she felt for him, there was also an endless amusement to be had, one she was sure he felt too.

The heated weight of his gleaming eyes was a touch almost physical. Helena smiled her terrible, lovely smile.

"Narcissa, Tradesman D'Aabt. 'Ow kind of you to join me." The woman moved with ethereal grace, gliding in her steps as she reached to press her nose to the cheeks of the young girl in the traditional greeting. The girl knew only of Helena's grace and none of the cold fury for those who defied her. For those who would bend to her will, she gathered them with a certain kindness that drew them to her, as Andrew, as Zetsubo and countless others who thought her a good woman. Some though.. a more forceful approach was necessary.

"Come Tradesman, no needing for zuch frowns, we are to rejoice. Eet is not everyday we host a Royal Wedding." The serpent's hynotic gaze dug into his soul. Finding there what she knew to be true -- the proof of it lay asleep in the tower with her sisters and brother, protected by Salsola's strength.

The material of her red woolen tunic slid against her thighs as she moved closer. Her whiskers brushed his muzzle, she lingered, closer than she had for the girl, invading his space.

She knew what he wanted, what he desired. Her Watcher was one of those things, and such a shame he seemed determined to try and pit himself against her for Till's affections. Helena would gladly share, if he only asked, which he never did. The other thing was entirely tied up in that small, pale, thin-faced daughter. That child had been bought and paid for in an entirely blunt manner, this was the secret that was kept between them two.

As far as Salsola was concerned, Helena had offered to surrogate with the approval of her two mates. It was not a daughter that he wanted though, but a son.

Sanguine, composed, she turned and collected her papers in a swipe of her hands. Her weighted gaze lingered on Anhk,

"What we are needing mostly is alcohols. Wines and ciders and ale. Zhe ones we 'ave in storage are not good enough. Zhey are swill." She idly waved her hand, dismissing them with a contemptuous twist of her black lips.

"I know you are 'aving some special things." He had gifted her with some of the potent liquors on the night they had conceived Freyja together, this even too so much more precedence,

"I am needing to know if you are 'aving any connections zhat will decrease zhe price for me when I am going to trade, and what they would likely to be wanting." Dragon's gaze caught his sharp orange eyes, she stared such as many other canines would have cringed from, the look of a predator,

"'Elp me with zhis and I will give you what you are wanting."

A son. She promised him a son in exchange for his undivided, complete assistance.

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POSTED: Thu Sep 20, 2018 5:33 pm

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Their union had been aggressive, battlesque and vicious. Barbs were sewn in between grunts of pleasure and self-loathsome sighs. Whore this, bitch that. Empty threats followed by a swift exit. The product by all comparison had been as sweet as anything. Freyja, though still just shy of a month in age, had all the beginnings of a litheness she would never quite grow into and drop ears that would never truly rise.

Ankh gave her a saccharine smile, false and hollow. She spoke as if he had any say in the matter if he'd have survived the social fallout of ignoring her summons. Narcissa, however, gave her a brilliant smile. It was the same raw, calculating smile that he usually saw on Helena's lips and it left him wondering if it was a learned behaviour or a trait she arrived with by coincidence.

'Helena,' The young girl greeted, 'It's so nice of you to have us over!' She broke away from her father's side to greet the Conserje warmly with a light embrace. When Helena drew near to him, he reflexively held his head higher, tilted backwards away from her reach. He held her gaze sternly, silently glad that the tasks she asked of him were not only within his abilities but easy.

At first, he was sure there would be a catch, some wily trick, but after a moment's silent consideration he realised the simple truth. This was, perhaps, one of the biggest events the Kingdom had hosted, at least under the current monarchy. Helena needed to look good, and to look good she relied on those below her to source the necessary provisions.

What's more, she knew exactly what he wanted. The price was more than generous for such an easy task, so much so that he fought to keep the smirk off of his face. Frankly, it was a task he would have usually done for a much lower price, but he wasn't about to bargain now.

'I'll do it.' He said simply. 'Items of an arable nature, horse tack, whatever nomads cannot easily attain...'
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POSTED: Thu Sep 27, 2018 11:19 pm

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Don't you know that you're toxic

The game.. oh the game. It was ever changing, a twisting serpent that slithered through the grass; sometimes it was a slow crawl that waited with patience and others it was a quick, lashing strike that bit deep and left behind poison. She was the fangs that struck a cruel, unnoticed blow. He never did think to exactly specify their terms or to ask for a clarification of his duties.

The twitches were enough to cement her assumptions, he would regret this in future. Thinking he had bested her at her own game, more the fool him.

"And what of your own.. products?" The tension was palatable, toxic, suffocating; She thrived on such things. Her smile widened as she saw the self-same expression exhibited on the girl's face.

Attentions were turned to the girl, "I am 'aving a task for yourself as well, Narcissa." It was known that the girl detested any type of laborious work, as much pleasure as it would give to see the spoiled child forced into some task that would sully her pretty self, Helena wanted the youth to feel like she was someone to rely upon,

"I am 'aving all of zhese 'erbs and I need them sewn into small leather bags. Your.. father tells me you are being good with zhe needle, yes? Can you do zhis for me?" Despite the sweet tone of her voice, it was obvious that this was less a question and more of an order.

Ever she watched, waiting to see if Narcissa would disgrace her father further; And still she smiled.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 30, 2018 6:00 pm

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He knew he would regret it. Like he regretted every sordid interaction with the Merchant Apprentice he was unfortunate enough to suffer through. It felt like a sliver of ice had fallen from the sky and slid down his spine as soon as her snout brush up against his. It was a light touch, but it was enough to make him feel on fire and frozen all at once. And how he hated it.

'It depends on what you can give in return...' His pumpkin gaze, autumnal and burning, dropped lower. It was just as much a suggestion as it was an insult. '...And how much you seek to take from me...' His supplies would only stretch so far and if he overextended himself then what would be left for those who sought his services after the celebrations were over?

The look that Ankh had given Helena hadn't seen particularly subtle and it was evident in Narcissa's face that she had lost all interest in being a part of this... freakshow. Shifting from side to side with evident discomfort, the black blushed girl answered the Lykoi woman with a quick, 'Of course!' She responded with the false, sweet tone of voice, edging herself towards the doorway. 'I'll go and arrange my things and wait for you to deliver the herbs..!' With that she left, happy to be free of whatever nonsense was going on in the storage shed.
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POSTED: Tue Oct 23, 2018 1:14 am

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She grew greater with every second that ticked by, with every fetid expression, with all the delicious, disgusting destructive sparks that set them alight. The hostile tautness clenched at the dip of orange eyes and Helena returned his distaste in a much more subtle way.

Her gaze flickered to the way Narcissa was straining with discomfort and how she leaped at the tremulous chance to free herself of the Game. Helena's eyes were narrowed as she watched the girl flee, and then, they snapped to his face. Even this child was weak, just like the first ones who had fled the Thistle Kingdom. Was his blood worth anything. That unspoken question burned brightly in her flame's eyes.

And then she did strike, her fangs bared.

With heartbeats, with the strength given to her by the grace of the gods, Helena forced him to his knees in a burst of static-charged speed.

She loomed over him and her hands wrapped about his thin, frail throat. She squeezed with a sense of obvious familiarity, the pads of her thumbs digging into his windpipe and forcing it shut. How his eyes bugged and burned, the savageness of her own raw, ragged snarl was reflected back at her from their gleaming depths.

"Do not zhink you can play me. Me. I can be good to you.... or not, eet is your choice." She knew his secret though, the one she had discovered during the time they had spent together.

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POSTED: Wed Oct 24, 2018 2:10 pm

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Pumpkin eyes followed the girl out of the room, a subtle roll of his eyes indicating that he was less than pleased with her overt farewell. He said nothing though, despite knowing Helena too was following the girl's path to the door with malice in her eyes. He would've rather castrated himself with a blunt knife than apologise to Helena for anything. If anything, he'd have fought her there and then if he'd know the thoughts whirried through her head, though he did not take them as a slight against his "children" so much as he did a slight on him himself.

They were alone for but a moment before he was assaulted. Though could one really call it that? Beige fingers snaked tightly around his throat, the force behind it deceptively strong, but that came as no surprise to the pale man... Through the wheezes that left his throat in vain, he smiled. He grinned. Like a foul Chesire Cat, flashing teeth that promised no good. There was a sense of ease in this exchange, there was no panic. For it transpired that this was an all too familiar routine that played out in the Conserje's home.

Momentarily her grip slackened, and instead of resisting and pulling himself away, he remained in place. Sucking in the air with zeal, his grin grew wider with the introduction of oxygen. 'Are you trying to threaten me or seduce me?' Ankh asked, ending his goading with a spit in the mountain tongue, 'Meine Liebe.'

The hands clasped tight over his windpipe again, tighter still when Ankh's bulging eyes indicated an entirely different bulge. If he hadn't been being strangled, Ankh would've been in hysterics... But as it stood, all he could do was wheeze with ecstasy as his biology betray his most wicked desires.
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POSTED: Thu Nov 08, 2018 8:11 pm

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The desire was there, to keep on squeezing until his life fell away from him and he slumped under her hands. She could do it, wrench those last suffering breaths from him, it was certainly tempting as he wheezed and smiled at her through his asphyxiation. Her own echoing smile was savage, salacious.

She reigned in those homicidal echoes and her grip slackened only to hear him speak. She threw back her head and laughed. Then she leaned closer, husky, hushed whispered tones sliding from her lips,

"And why not both, mon amour." She mocked him back, digging her thumbs into the soft palette under his chin. It became a war of wills, she watched every movement of his eyes, how the muscles strained, the bouncing pulse against her fingertips. She would win this battle, unflinching even as he dug his claws into her arms.

The rush of power was heady, it sparked its way through her extremities as he lost. He came all over himself on his knees at her feet, at her behest. Victory was sweet on her tongue. She let go of his neck, breathing heavily herself, her heart thundered. The bruises would linger for days, and every-time he swallowed or spoke he'd remember.

Helena stepped back, cold and cruelly stared down at him. She reached and callously tossed a rag in his direction.

"Clean yourself up, we 'ave work to do." She turned away, ignoring the tingling, pulsing heat she felt.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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