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Agnieszka; - Stillwater - 09-26-2018 Stillwater It was odd returning here. He once roamed freely among a number of wild women not particularly welcoming to men. Any men. It was in favor of a deal he'd made with the queen at the time, though short-lived her reign turned out to be. The panther queen. Hmm.. He'd forgotten her name. But it was of little consequence. He would never expect a welcoming party anywhere he went. He was a solitary creature, and preferred to keep out of sight. Those that did see him, often didn't live to comment on it. He'd drag them beneath the surface, or to the clammy banks, or to his cave. He wondered if it was still here, though he was certain Nayl had destroyed it. Ah, yes. She had. He wondered if the woman is still alive. But perhaps that was of little consequence too. He was only here for one, though. So he slipped in under the cover of darkness, as was his usual way. The shadows of night absorbed into his shadow-black coat. Darker than shadows, actually. Like the darkest, deepest shadows of a bottomless body of water. It was a rare occasion for him to be so dry, but there he was, supernaturally beautiful and completely lacking in any of his delightful dampness. The water always put such an attractive sheen on his slick coat. But alas. He was here for one. And he made his way to the area that held the majority of her scent. Her favorite place, he hoped. And waited silently for her to show. @[Agnieszka] RE: Agnieska; - Agnieszka - 09-26-2018 Agnieszka
Of all the things that Agnieszka found to be difficult, nighttime was not among them. She was comfortable in the dark, bathing in moonlight and meditating on the stars, the rhythm of the waves sometimes even soothed her into a dreamless sleep. She’d tried at first to settle into an unoccupied cave, but the enclosed place had on occasion made her heart pound in a heavy sad way. And then there were the dreams. Dreams full of blood, violence, and shadows. In those dreams lived the memory of a magic great and terrible. It was the magic that always woke her, the only thing she recognized, the thing she reached for in the dream only to wake cold, woefully empty and sickeningly sad. So she left the cave behind for good. an unequaled gift for disaster @[Stillwater] RE: Agnieska; - Stillwater - 09-27-2018 Stillwater He saw recognition in the slight easing of tension between her shoulders, and he almost smiled. Ah, she hadn't forgotten him as she seemed to have forgotten other parts of her. That was good. When she said his name, that smile turned more visible, teeth flashing in practiced kindness. "Are you supposed to be here?" Soft chuckles rolled from his chest, and his gray-blue eyes glittered with quiet delight. She was sort of enchanting, in her own way. He enjoyed the way she asked it, how her voice lowered a little, softened. Also how her eyes didn't stay on him, slid back the way she came. Would she run, he wondered? And so soon. "I used to live here," he told her honestly, speaking just as quietly, just as conspiratorially. Then he chuckled again, took a confident step closer and paused again, remaining out of her personal space. For now, perhaps. "I stayed in a cave," he added, turning his face in the direction of where it used to be. "There seem to be many of those now, but it hadn't been that way back then. It was one of the only few." His dark face turned back to her, met her eyes and held them. He wondered, if he looked deep enough, would he see the confusion, the troubled mind, the lost memories? "I was told the queen destroyed it after I left." That certainly wasn't the full story, but he was never one to share anyway, and it was more than enough. "Was your last home destroyed too?" he asked politely, his head tilting slightly. RE: Agnieska; - Agnieszka - 09-27-2018 Agnieszka
The waves below them rolled and roared. High tide. Up here the sound was a sushing soothing thing that kept the painted mare’s mind steady and concealed their words should anyone pass by. Unlikely as that was in the dead of night. an unequaled gift for disaster @[Stillwater] RE: Agnieska; - Stillwater - 09-30-2018 Stillwater He held a polite smile as she spoke to him, and at her question, it turned a bit more into a smirk, and a little wry. He'd been attached to his cave here in Nerine, sure. He was naturally territorial at times, and yet also he could easily let things slip through his fingers like the water that so adored him. His place in Nerine was one he'd had no choice in letting go of, and having no choice in something had been entirely new for him. Djinni had spirited him away, though, thanks to a few foolish words he'd been only slightly wary to utter at the time and came to deeply regret. Never promise a favor to that creature. "I did not," he confirmed casually. He'd had no desire to see his previous home demolished by his raging, hot-headed Queen. Would've been far better to see that untamed inferno in her eyes when she did it. Her temper and stiff neck had always been a point of amusement, those solid walls she hid herself behind so firmly. It had always been so much fun brushing his fingers across them, eroding them little by little. Trying to get in. And he'd gotten so close, too. Close enough to start a war inside himself that ultimately saved her from him. Disgusting, really. Alas. He'd let her and that cave slip through his grasp with the patience of an ageless predator. Not entirely by choice, granted. Not after he'd become something of a captive king in another land. "Other things?" he repeated gently, as gentle as the night breeze that brushed sweetly over his spine. His easy gaze never left hers, watching her. It was interesting that she didn't seem to blush. He would have guessed she might be a blushing type, attractive even beneath the jagged scars that claimed her so violently. He thought back briefly and wondered if he'd left any scars. But, no. He took better care of his things, preferred them to stay beautiful until their last breath. It was a shame she'd possibly gotten caught by something so careless. Obviously, whatever it had been was far less successful than he. Seeing as how she was still breathing. RE: Agnieska; - Agnieszka - 09-30-2018 Agnieszka
”Power.” She says without knowing why. The word slides from her lips in a breath, the sound, the very taste of it like seduction. A dark thing hisses through the cracks in the walls of her mind, writhing, hungry, furious but never quite escaping. Locked there but responding to the threat that is Stillwater, an ageless creature fractured and lost in the mind of a mare who can’t remember who she is, and is unlikely to ever remember. an unequaled gift for disaster @[Stillwater] RE: Agnieska; - Stillwater - 10-06-2018 Stillwater Power. It's a word that would normally set him on edge. Magic had always been a threat, a potential cage, a possible master. He didn't particularly like to be someone's pet. He had his own power, sure. But he also had ancient limitations he guarded as vigilantly as he could. Something came over her though, and that did set his senses on alert. His eyes sharpened on her and he studied her intently. He could smell fear, but he could smell something more. Magic was not something he could innately sense, though there was something here, something lurking beneath her glassy surface. A fear, and a desire. A craving. He knew cravings. "Stillwater. Don't ask me anything more." A new thing had upset her. And somehow it encouraged her closer. His cool gaze dropped to that step nearer, flicked back to her face with an interested glint shining back, a hint of a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. He stepped in closer too. His body angled slightly, and he circled her slowly, endlessly calm as he studied her. His hungry stare drew over her figure, imagining what he'd find under her skin, mouth hovering over her as he traced her shoulder, her side, her hip. What sort of secrets she was hiding. Was she something that could fight him? Or something he could control. Or something far greater. She seemed stiff, guarded. And yet some part of her didn't feel that way to him. Some part of her... He smiled. Turned his face to her as he lingered at her hip, close enough to caress her with a warm breath. Close enough to breathe in the taunting scent of her. She was just the right sort of interesting, just the right puzzle to hold his interest. "Would you like to swim instead." It was quiet, soft. Merely a trickle of his smooth voice. He understood avoiding questions, after all. And they could be doing things far better than standing around dry and chatting uselessly. RE: Agnieska; - Agnieszka - 10-06-2018 Agnieszka
The painted woman fails to notice the way he inspects her, focus narrowing as if determining a threat. He appears only interested to her, and that is enough. The dark man mirrors her steps and comes closer, arcs around her like electricity that fails to ground itself in her skin. an unequaled gift for disaster @[Stillwater] RE: Agnieska; - Stillwater - 10-14-2018 Stillwater She accepted his attention well. But then they normally do. That was the way of things. They couldn't help it. Just a part of what he was. Sometimes there would still be a hint of instinctive doubt lingering, fighting them the whole way with a teeny tiny useless voice. She didn't have that though. He felt glad of it tonight. He was drained lately. At his suggestion, request, she only turned enough to glance at him, and then she moved away. Towards the water. He smiled slowly and flowed in her wake, keeping his mouth near her hip and brushing her skin with each graceful bob of his head, in step with her. He could just barely taste the salt of it with those little teases of his lips. He slid up to her side when she paused at the water's edge, caressing her jaw with a breath and mischievous eyes watching her. He could ask her a number of things. Ask her if she liked to swim, if she liked the water. Or something more of her past, or herself. But he didn't. Instead, he only placed a delicate kiss on her cheek, and turned to back into the water so he could watch her more. The moonlight was good for this, too. Good for hiding when his skin changed. It hadn't yet, he wouldn't yet, but he might soon. Maybe. With her in the water with him. This was almost too easy. "Agnieszka," he crooned softly, coaxing her in with him. He backed up more, until the water licked at his hips, and then he paused and waited for her, a soft smile on his handsome face. Join me. RE: Agnieska; - Agnieszka - 10-14-2018 Agnieszka
She is blind to the folly of seeking a tryst with a man she barely knew. This man. Her need to drug herself overriding any concern that her cocktail might be laced with poison. Might be entirely poison. If he were not a danger would she have called up that terrible shard of memory that had turned her mind toward terror and lust? an unequaled gift for disaster @[Stillwater] |