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Jul 29, 2017 6:12:12 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Jul 29, 2017 6:12:12 GMT
He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing through his nose to regain control, when Akir stopped at his caution. When he opened his eyes again he was greeted by the fathomless night sky, and her kissing him slowly and seductively, confident in her ability to keep his temperature up but just below boiling. He smiled, eyes half-lidded, returning the kiss without a hint of impatience. After their hunger, the hot demanding devouring of the day before, this was deliciously sultry to match the shimmer of a summer night in the Boil. "Thank you. This magic is my favourite, too." It felt real to him too, and there was something uniquely special about being able to bring elements of his home to life in Litharia. Gecə and Xəyalları, the twin moons, were larger than Litharia's moon. Xəyalları was similar in colour, a pale silver orb casting moonbeams that turned his skin familiar blue, but Gecə was purple-tinged. The combination turned the light of this night - his night - to molten lilac.
For a long time Gabriel didn't move, except to kiss her. His touch explored her body, claws slightly extended but never breaking the skin, super-heated where they found the places she was sensitive, that made her gasp or moan or sigh. Eventually, though, the long, slow, unhurried pace picked up, kiss deepening, hunger building, the most natural spiral towards the heights he craved so that he couldn't have said when the urgency appeared. He was intense in the way his eyes raked over her body when he broke the kiss, completely unabashed in admiring her. Sitting up against the headboard Gabriel untangled himself from her, gentle but insistent, so they faced each other on the bed. He stretched his legs out and put his hands behind his head again, chest rising and falling perhaps a little faster than normal. And, although he didn't touch her again himself, his telekinesis bumped her knee, spreading her legs slightly. "Touch yourself for me." He grinned, wicked and playful now, the statement a challenge.
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Jul 30, 2017 10:20:05 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Jul 30, 2017 10:20:05 GMT
Akir was unfamiliar with the non-Litharian moons and noticed that they created a more interesting, almost magical, vibe in the illusion. She made a note to ask him about them, but too much talking could ruin the mood after waking up not long ago. Energy started to surge through Akir’s boy more and more though, as Gabriel explored and touched her. As their tempo seemed to increasingly grow more rapid, something that was unavoidable up to a point, she would tug on his hair to pull his head back, eagerly but not aggressively.
The familiar, growing craving to keep going till her body orgasmed from luscious delight and sex was intensifying. There was something about the illusion with it just being the two of them that made it even better, more enjoyable and even more sensual. Sex starting in the bath was great, but this seemed otherworldly and fresh. For just the slightest moment, there was a look of disappointment on Akir’s face as Gabriel insisted on untangling their bodies. Just as he was doing to her, she shamelessly admired the daemon. Gods, the way he smirked made her squirm, but she’d already fed his ego enough for the day. The fine curves of his shoulders, and the muscles on his shinning body only increased her desires.
Amused was the best description for her features in reaction to his statement. “Oh, so y’u wan’ a sh’w now, do y’u?” One of her hands teasingly moved up to cup one of her own breasts, while the other inched in between her legs. “Wha’ wi’l y’u do f’r me th’n?” The question, like his statement, was a challenge. With dexterous fingers and elegant movements, Akir’s hands moved up and down touching her own body, making herself moan and sigh with desire. If Gabriel wanted a show, then she was going to give him one hell of a ride. Akir’s hands would switch positions even, and the hand in-between her legs would move up to her mouth as she tasted herself in front of her own man audience. Back arched as she increasingly got more into it, her eyelids where mostly shut besides the occasional meet in eye contact with the daemon.
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Aug 3, 2017 8:36:12 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Aug 3, 2017 8:36:12 GMT
He smiled at the way she looked at him - words weren't needed to make her appreciation clear, and he bathed in the glow of mutual appreciation, perfectly aware of the effect he had. This wasn't accidental, or fortuitous, after all - many Daemons were crafted this way, to look intensely appealing, to draw people in with otherworldly beauty that glossed over the claws, the fangs, the hints of predatory threat lurking beneath. This was their modus operandi for hunting, the reason they were so dangerous to each other and especially to the other species in Litharia who often lacked the instinctual understanding of their innate natures. And Gabriel's particular appeal was deeply refined; bardic magic was about stories and performance, beauty and disguise.
"I do love a show." He looked relaxed, stretched out like that, unselfconsciously naked and beautiful in the moonlight. There was no tension in his body, a self-assuredness in the way he lounged on the bed. But he was watching closely, intently, the teal of his eyes alien-bright beneath their fringe of dark lashes, half-hidden and yet piercing behind a sweep of hair. He didn't answer her other question, only watched for a long while as the sister moons drifted over a navy sky pierced with wheeling stars in their own private universe. His breathing changed subtly but he was otherwise motionless, an observer, until he wasn't.
He moved quickly, yet when he pushed her onto her back it was gentle, unhurried, trailing heated kisses along her throat and collarbone. Lingering over lust-hardened nipples, teeth and tongue marking his way, he explored the shallow indentations alongside each of her ribs, lightly kissed the flat plane of her stomach, the hollow near her hip bone. Even when he finally tasted her, clever tongue and fingers finding the places that made her breath hitch, it was teasing and unhurried. He glanced up at her as he did, eyes brightly mischievous. This is what I'll give you. Like it? This time when he spoke it was in her mind, a wordless answer to her question.
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Aug 7, 2017 22:16:10 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Aug 7, 2017 22:16:10 GMT
The movement was too fast for Akir to react, but she appreciated the touch of being gentle. Though awake now, there was still a form of grogginess to her and being too aggressive may have killed her mood in that moment. Instead of aggression, she was met with playful kisses and a teasing tongue. Her soft moans filled the room as Gabriel tasted her, and she found her hands softly holding the back of his head. Akir didn’t want him to stop, though when she heard the voice in her head she found herself grinning. unable to give a clear response with words, though her sounds and body movements gave her answer for her.
Her breaths were evenly paced at first, as were her moans, but they increased in speed the more she felt Gabriel’s tongue inside her, the feeling in her body like a raging fire of sex and pleasure. “S-slow down. This won’t last much longer if y-you don’t.” She struggled with her words, head rolled back and eyes close as she struggled to keep herself together.
Akir’s hands slid onto his shoulders as she slowly pulled him to where he was on top of her, the whole time exploring the strong muscles along his shoulders and back. Breath hot and heavy, she grinned wickedly while staring up at Gabriel and, using his shoulders as leverage, pulled herself up to give a deep, yet soft open mouthed kissed. As her tongue explored his mouth, she could taste herself and only when she needed a moment to breathe did she pull away. “I woul’ say tha’ we shoul’ probably lea’e here at some poin’, bu’ I nee’ y’u to fuck me aga’n.” Brazen with her statement, she didn’t give the daemon lord much of a chance to respond verbally before she tangled her legs around his and pulled him down to explore each other’s mouths again. This time, Akir used on hand to run along Gabriel’s chest, abdomen, and pelvic area and used the other to play with her own breasts, eager to feel her peaking point again with the daemon.
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Aug 19, 2017 1:15:34 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Aug 19, 2017 1:15:34 GMT
Isn't that the point? Telepathy, useful in so many ways, might be a favourite of Gabriel's simply because it meant he never had to stop what he was doing in order to speak. Considering what he was doing was having the exact reaction he wanted, this was very advantageous as far as he was concerned. He could feel her losing control not only in that stuttered warning but in the trembling of her body, the sweat starting to bead on her skin again, and he didn't resist when she stopped him so she could kiss him, heated and still breathing hard, the pause a chance to catch her breath.
The desert around them faded until the room reappeared then, dissolving so subtly it was almost unnoticed until the light changed from lilac and silver moonlight that turned Gabriel's skin ethereal cobalt, to the warm orange light of a flickering lamp beside the bed that brought to life the much more subtle gold and rose flashes of moonstone. Gabriel was too busy acquiescing to her demand to maintain the illusion any longer, pressing his brow to her shoulder when he entered her, eyes closed to appreciate the indescribable magic of that first moment. There was no feeling like it, but soon enough the spiral started again and by the time they were both done, panting and sated when Gabriel rolled onto his back, the room was filled with the scent of his pheromones again. Alongside the lingering cinnamon and sandalwood from the bath - cooled now, but neither of them had bothered to drain it - it was a heady perfume. While he waited to catch his breath Gabriel turned his head to glance out the open french doors - the moon was low in the sky, but there was still a few hours until dawn. Now that his magic wasn't transporting them to mythical deserts watched over by alien moons, the music and chatter of the bar drifted up to them again.
"I'm leaving here in the morning sometime. Did you want to sleep some more, or head down to the bar?" Underneath the spice smells of the room he could smell citrus and tequila, and meat cooked in sweet sticky glaze. Hunger tugged vaguely at the edge of his consciousness but if Akir didn't want to leave the room he could eat later, before he left.
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Aug 19, 2017 17:23:53 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Aug 19, 2017 17:23:53 GMT
Akir could only feel the sweet release of herself and Gabriel as they reached their climax and slowly began to dwindle from that. Their second time together had been slower than the first, but still satisfying and quite fun. Breath heavy and skin laced with sweat from the sensual feelings and pacing, Akir gave herself a moment to catch her breath before moving to grab the fresh clothing still waiting for her. Her heart felt as if it were going to hammer straight out of her chest. As the daemon spoke, she slowly sat up and untangled herself from the very messy sheets. She looked over at him, briefly admiring his beautiful moonstone skin before she spoke. “I coul’ use a dr’nk, yeah? Th’nk I deser’e a f’w.” It was a jest in regards to the previous painful few days she had, though there was no actually ill feeling about it.
Feeling more in control of her breathing and cooled down, she swung her legs over to the side of the bed and stretched before rising. Her clothes were on a chair close to the scented bath, and she took her time to grab them. As she was dressing herself, not bothering to give herself any privacy, she had a question that was tugging away at her mind. “I a’sume y’u’re hea’ed nor’heast? I ha’e a li’tle bi’ of bui’sness to take c’re of in tha’ sa’me direc’ion.” Over her head, she put on a very simple and loose fitting tunic that fell just above her knees. One side was a little longer than the other and went just past them. It was not made of cheap material, and was even dyed a dark, plum purple. Along its edges were embroidered symbols from her temple, symbols of all her gods and goddesses. These symbols were small though, and at a brief glance did not look any more meaningful than a complex design. She reached for a silver rope that was a part of the outfit, and she tied it around her waist to help keep the tunic pulled in and look nice. Just because she was a cultist, a murderous one at that, did not mean she was the least bit fashionable. Everything was elegant, yet casual and subtle enough for travel. “Woul’ y’u min’ if I tag wi’h y’u a bi’ longer if tha’s th’ case? The tr’p is ra’her bo’ing by one’s s’lf.” It was hardly a beautiful expedition at that. There were very small sand dunes, small oasis dotting the way, and a lot of farm land. “I kn’w a f’w hi’den spo’s tha’ not many p’ople visi’ as we’l.” Perks of living in the Boil her whole life, she supposed.
The final piece of her clothing was her black turban, which was quickly put on, though she kept her face unshrouded. All of her makeup had been removed from the bath earlier and she had no intention of putting on any now with Gabriel there. Even though she suspected he was in no rush, Akir did not want to bore him while she looked in a mirror for more than an hour just to make her face look pretty. Clothed and ready to go, she slipped on her straw sandals and walked over to the balcony to admire the outside world, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. “Wha’ were th’se tw’ moons in th’ I’lusion?” She turned around and gathered her pack as she waited for an answer, not bothering to throw in her dirty, old torn clothes in with the rest of the materials she had.
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Aug 25, 2017 9:17:11 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Aug 25, 2017 9:17:11 GMT
Gabriel nodded. He waited a while, the rise and fall of his chest rapid at first but subsiding as he caught his breath. Then, inhumanly graceful in his movements, he rolled off the bed and retrieved his clothes. After he finished tugging the shirt over his head he let his claws lengthen a little so he could work the tangles quickly out of sex-tousled hair, restoring some semblance of respectability to his appearance. Only a little, though; flushed, eyes too-bright and lively, the marks of her teeth and lips subtle but apparent on his throat, it was hardly much of a mystery what they'd been up to. "Northeast? More or less, yeah. To the Marshes, ultimately." Or more accurately what twisted below the marshes - the tunnels that the Daemons called home in Litharia, though few actually lived there. The moon - Litharia's real moon - was nearly full, and this was Gabriel's marker of time. When he could he liked to be in the Tunnels around the full moon of each month. It was a loose schedule at best but at least the Daemons who cared knew there was a better than average chance of finding him there then.
"Sure, why not? A little company on the road never hurts. I'll not travel for about two, three hours each side of midday, though." Akir wouldn't be surprised at that, he thought, given she'd already travelled with him from the ruins and he'd sought shelter on that journey too. There was no getting around the drain of the sun, and in the Boil it was harder to ignore than further north. He waited patiently - rare, for him, though circumstances afforded him no need to hurry - although he was ready sooner, with only simple black clothing and no gear to pack or carry. Everything Gabriel needed he hunted, stole, cheated, took or created, which rather eliminated the need for luggage. Luckily, as he disliked horses almost as much as they feared him.
Soon enough they were ready, and heading out of the room and down the stairs. At this time of the morning the hotel was quiet, though far from deserted - the lobby and halls were deserted but bubbling laughter and chatter drifted from the courtyard bar that he made for. There, scattered wooden tables and chairs on the cobblestones sat beneath an endless starry sky, enclosed on two sides by trellis woven with flowering jasmine. The place was overflowing with potted plants - succulents, mostly, some as tall as he was - giving the tables a measure of separation from each other. A smiling man, wandering amongst the groups, refilled heavy crystal glasses with sangria for a few copper at a time. Gabriel took a seat and wove some outrageous lie that procured them glasses and a drink for no apparent payment, and leaned back with his legs stretched out and head tilted back, closing his eyes. The night air was pleasantly cool and the drink even more so - sweet and refreshing, with a sharp tequila bite. "Gecə and Xəyalları, are the names of the moons. Gecə is the lilac one. In my home world, there isn't any sun, but the two moons and the three sister planets are always visible. Where are you heading to next?"
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Aug 25, 2017 22:39:38 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Aug 25, 2017 22:39:38 GMT
Akir wasn’t familiar with the Marshes, though she did know of them. There wasn’t an overly large settlement there, so she had never received contracts that required her to go there. Curiosity roamed in her thoughts as she wondered what the daemon was up to, but she decided not to pry for now. Perhaps later she’d ask about it later. She couldn’t have agreed more when he agreed to travel with her, commenting on how it was nice to travel with company. She found him more than just good in bed; he was interesting, powerful, confident but also dangerous. He was very different from the people she was normally surrounded by, such as her fellow sisters. “Tha’s no probl’m. I’m no’ in a rush, an’ I’d pr’fer comp’ny.” Though not aware of it, Akir and the faction within her cult were more black sheep when it came down to it. Many cults were very exclusives, and people only liked to socialize or fraternize with people of their same mindset, but not she. She was so interested in how other people lived their own lives.
As they moved down the stairs, she was glad to see that the area was not ridiculously crowded. She followed the daemon to a table and was so glad to see the drink she ordered on its way soon after she had requested it. The shaman had a sweet tooth and liked a mix of hard spirits and heavy tartness. The alcohol in the drink was tequila, her favorite, though not so much so as to make her tipsy or drunk. It was also mixed in with raw, tart mango juice. In no hurry, she picked the drink up, condensation already forming on the outside of the glass. Tequila had a very strong taste, but most of it was masked by the mango juice. The warm sensation that came with drinking spirits warmed her chest and she smiled. “I shoul’ h’ng ou’ w’th y’u more of’en. Firs’ I don’ ha’e to pay the h’aler, now fr’e dr’nks? Hell yeah.” When the waitress returned, Akir realized she was starving and ordered a simple dish of lemon-flavored chicken thighs and a bowl of fruit. She listened intently as Gabriel spoke of the moons, and for a moment Akir was bewildered that his home world. The idea of not having one was almost difficult to imagine. “I…won’ e’en try to pron’unce th’se, bu’ they w’re quite beau’iful, yeah?” Especially over the Boil Desert like they were in the illusion. “Wha’ is y’ur hom’worl’ like th’n?” There were many questions she had, but like with her curiosity from before, she’d ask them throughout their temporary traveling.
Akir began to answer his question just as her plate of food arrived. It smelled delicious, and she picked up a cut piece of watermelon and popped it into her mouth. The cold feeling was very refreshing. “I ha’e ano’her targe’ in a vi’lage no’ fa’ fr’m h’re, yeah? I’ll pro’ably resu’ply as we’l and the’ hea’ back to my sis’ers.” It was simple, but would be a long process, a few days journey in fact.
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Aug 26, 2017 0:43:38 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Aug 26, 2017 0:43:38 GMT
Still reclining in the chair, Gabriel's eyes flickered open and he glanced at Akir, smiling smugly. "The perks of bardic magic. The kind I have, anyway." Gabriel had a few different ways of manipulating what he wanted out of people, and although it did have its limitations, any of the methods were well-suited to larger one off payments at places he never intended to return to, or small transactions, such as those he'd shaped at the hotel. Usually it involved lying with unparalleled skill, or conjuring an illusion of payment, with the former harder to pull off but preferred if he didn't want to be barred from a place for life. The illusions faded when he was out of the place, so people realised they'd been duped, and one of the downsides of being a Bardic Golem in that situation was how striking and memorable he was. But if he could lie effectively enough, the staff might never even realise they'd been ripped off. And he was pretty good at that, these days.
Gabriel ordered steak, as rare as they could offer it and without any sides, and the food came out at the same time as Akir's. He was an obligate carnivore, like a lot of Daemons, but unlike a lot of Daemons was also very narrow in his dietary preferences and even ability to digest anything. Rare or raw meat, not too fatty, was his strong preference, and he could manage organ and cooked meats with some flavouring if that was all that was available. In the City he'd have been served beef but what arrived was a darker, more gamey meat - some kind of deer, if he had to guess, probably a hardy type farmed in the Boil. More than satisfactory though; the hotel kitchen was accustomed to a wide variety of customers and the waitress hadn't blinked at his very plain meal request.
"Very dangerous, but very beautiful. Dark, because there's no star close enough to approximate the sun in Litharia. Chaotic. Lots of storms, natural disasters, the geography is much harsher than here. There are more cities though, and they're stunning - much prettier than the City the Humans built." Gabriel could talk about the Dream Land all night, but he restrained himself to a summary. He'd lived there long enough, longer than a human lifetime, to find hundreds of favourite places that needed a conversation of hours each to do justice to. Maybe later, though. "How soon until you'll have another contract? Do assassins get much time off?"
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Aug 26, 2017 4:47:45 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Aug 26, 2017 4:47:45 GMT
Akir was growing used to the smugness that came with Gabriel. It seemed to be a big part of who he was as a person, and she could respect that. In a way, she had her own levels of pride that could be considered egotistical. Playfully though, she rolled her eyes and dug into her meal, tearing chicken flesh off bone and popping in the different fruits such as watermelon and grapes into her mouth from time to time. She looked up from her meal as she ate, listening intently to his brief description of his homeland. She first finished chewing her food and then swallowed before speaking. “Chao’ic, huh? Soun’s l’ke my kin’ of pl’ce.” It was hard to imagine something that was unreachable, but even so she meant the statement. The Boil was chaotic itself, in a way. It was all about survival of the fittest. No one had clean hands, and anyone that did was either new or paid someone else to have the blood on their hands.
“Y’u shoul’ see o’r t’mple, th’n.” Well, he couldn’t. Not without Akir being exiled and then killed for betraying her sisters. “I’ w’s buil’ by h’mans and d’emons al’ke cent’ries ago an’ is qui’e beaui’ful.” Again, she had no idea how to picture the architecture that Gabriel had mentioned, but she figured that maybe some of what he described was integrated into the temple’s structure. Or maybe not. Either way, she was quite biased and thought it a piece of art. She was just finishing up her meal and drink, calling over the waitress once more for a glass of water. It was imperative to be hydrated when traveling. Though she had plenty of stocked up water on her mare, it was nasty, warm water compared to the icy-cool stuff brought to her. Feeling full and refreshed, she stretched yet again, feeling so much better than she had the previous days before. Healed bones, healed flesh, great sex, and now decent food. In that regards, Akir felt that things were pretty great for the moment.
As she waited for Gabriel to finish, the shaman cocked an eyebrow questioningly at the second part of the daemon lord’s question. “I’ depen’s, rea’ly. We ha’e a h’erarchy in o’r order, or a cha’n of co’mand if y’u wan’ to c’ll it tha’. Th’re is a high pries’ess, who h’s fu’l charge of th’ n’rmal pries’esses, wh’ are th’n in charge of our initiates an’ so for’h. Sh’ is able t’ communica’e to a’l gods bu’ the go’des’ of dea’h. H’r tasks are…complica’ed. Th’ere is ano’her branch th’ugh, and th’ highes’ of tha’ branch is Sertakyine’s Lef’ Hand. She’s our go’des’ of dea’h and only sp’aks to h’r lef’ hand, yeah? The han’ th’n co’municates with Death Dealers, whi’h is wha’ I am, who ha’e the’r own f’rm of sub-hierarchy, an’ th’ highes’ rank’ng Death Dealer ‘s th’ one who han’s ou’ con’racts. An’…..it’s complica’ed. But an’ways, basica’ly I c’n no’ ha’e a con’ract for long perio’s of t’me, or ha’e m’re righ’ when I re’urn. Mos’ lik’ly i’ wi’l be the la’ter, yeah? I’m on’ of the’r bes’. Tryin’ to ge’ to th’ top mys’lf.” She stood from the table, content with her food and ready to be on their way. She would need to call her mare and make sure she had all the things she’d need for the journey before they left, which would not take long. The brief pause was to give Gabriel a moment to take in all the info she was throwing at him with her heavy accent. It was also to give herself a moment to breath and think over what she had told him. None of it was any vital information that could jeopardize her people. Not many outside of the oasis knew about that information, but it was not a crime to speak of it. A coy grin spread across her lips though. “We’l I m’an, I jus’ got plen’y of off t’me w’th y’u in be’. So y’s, I ge’ some f’rm of free ‘ime.”
Once they made their way out the door, she whistled for her mare. The horse had last seen Akir by the establishment, and therefore would be close by. She was not worried about it being stolen either, because the horse was trained to defend itself against anyone other than her that attempted to take it. While they waited though, there was something she’d been think about ever since the shaman decided her and the Daemon Lord were on good terms. “Y’u kn’w, I’ve bee’ th’nking how once I ge’ to th’ top rank in m’ t’mple, tha’ I woul’ in’egrate daemons b’ck in’o it. I’e ha’ the id’a f’r some’ime n’w, bu’ y’u jus’ convince’ me m’re tha’ we’d benefie’ from it a lot f’r anyone tha’ woul’ be in’erested.” How she’d do that, Akir was still unsure. Perhaps by getting daemons to turn some of her sisters, or something else along those lines. Whatever she decided, she knew it could mean conflict with the human-supremist faction of the cult.
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Aug 28, 2017 8:34:49 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Aug 28, 2017 8:34:49 GMT
"Too chaotic for a Human, I'd wager. The Daemons have a hard time surviving there. I've never taken a Human though...maybe I'm wrong." He'd never find out though, because there was no way he was ever taking a Human to the Dream Land. Even if he thought he could prevent them dying, there was the other Daemon Lord to consider. Taking a never-before-seen species to his world would almost definitely attract his attention, and attracting his attention was notoriously bad for one's longevity. Anyway, Akir had her own secret place, because Gabriel knew her suggestion he see the temple was theoretical only. Gabriel had never known any secretive assassin cult to open their doors to tourists. Still, the Daemon link caught his interest. "There'll be some Daemon influence in the architecture, then?"
Gabriel followed suit in ordering water, and draining the glass quickly. The sangria was good, but sweet, and being hydrated was a far better idea than being drunk when about to travel through the desert. Then, leaning back again, he listened to Akir's description of the hierarchy in her sect. Some might have struggled to follow the information - there was a lot of it - and Gabriel, once, would have too. But decades of complex political dealings had given him a good head for hierarchies and systems. More interesting though was Akir's assertion she was on her way up. Not just an assassin in a death cult, then. An ambitious assassin. Hopefully he'd made a good impression - better to have someone like that on your side, if possible. If she was serious about warning her sisters against him, he would only be all the more better off for it. Gabriel had quite enough enemies without adding very serious assassins to the list.
"I'd hardly call one night plenty of time. Surely I could convince you a little longer in bed would be preferable?" A wicked grin accompanied this statement, though it was speculative only - they needed to get on the road before sunrise to get a few hours of travel in before he would need to seek shade. If his memory served, leaving within the next half hour would get them to a small town almost due north, and a natural resting point. Akir had the same idea, obviously, and he listened to her thoughts with interest as they waited for her mare. "Some Daemons make good assassins. You'd need to find the ones with better than average patience, but they do exist and your sect could do worse than good Daemons. If you could figure out which ones to recruit, there'd be some willing." Gabriel lacked the patience for such a job, and was much too invested in a showy, dramatic kind of magic to be happy with a life of subtlety, secrecy. But all Daemons were not alike, and the right Daemons would be an asset in that plan.
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Aug 28, 2017 17:12:26 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Aug 28, 2017 17:12:26 GMT
Akir shrugged at the fact that Gabriel would never take a human to this so called Dream Land. She understood why, or at least part of why that was. The temple that she lived at was her own home land, similar to how the Dream Land was his. She had no desire to bring outsiders there, so it made sense if he had no desire to bring outsiders to the daemon home land. Even so, she was very curious about how it looked. Perhaps another day, should she come in contact with Gabriel again, Akir could ask to see an illusion that mirrored how it appeared. He did seem interested about the architecture she spoke about, and that made her smile passionately. Sometimes Akir did wish she could invite others to see her home, but it was just too risky. Especially with anyone she had just met recently. “Defian’ly. S’me struc’ures and par’s of th’ temple, and e’en the vi’lage su’ronding I’ reflec’s th’ han’iwork of th’ daemons tha’ once li’ed th’re. P'erhaps I can br'ng a pain'ing s'me day.” Again, she knew so little of daemons, but Akir did study the histories of her homeland and knew that much.
Amusingly, she smiled at Gabriel’s comment about staying in bed longer. “S’re. If y’u c’n keep up w’th me.” She knew as much that they were not talking about doing anything in that moment. Though not in a hurry, Akir did still have places to go and she got anxious when staying in one place for too long. Her mare finally arrived, taking a little longer than expected. The horse, still wary of Gabriel, kept its distance and snorted, shaking her mane and lowering her head at the familiar sight of her owner. The shaman looked in the heavy packs on either side of the animal, shuffling through materials to check everything was in order before she wandered out into the desert again. Food? Check. Plenty of salted meats and dried fruits. Water? There was just a little extra that would be good for the journey to the next town, but then she’d need to restock. Clothes? Good. Weapons? The night before, she had stored her weapons away that way she wouldn’t have had to lug them around everywhere. She pulled out the coiled up whip and strapped it to her right side, as well as unbuckled the scimitar that was safely strapped to the horse. For that, she used a sword frog with a buckle to hold it against her waist, since they did not have sheaths.
All her other supplies were present, including medical and even a light-weight tent in case it was needed. Perfectly fine with walking though, she began to lead the way. By the time she had been done checking everything and making sure her mare was healthy and hydrated, it was the perfect time for them to leave. “Recrui’ing daemons wi’l be di’ficul’ s’nce many of my sis’ers woul’ ne’er accep’ ou’siders. I may ins’ead p’rsuade some of th’m and th’ townsf’lk to s’ek ou’ som’one to t’rn them, yeah?” Her eyes glanced over to him, a hint of mischief in them. “Who kn’ws. Maybe I’d w’nt to be one som’day. Daemons li’e a long t’me, yeah? I don’ ga’n much comfor’ at th’ though’ of work’ng my w’y to th’ top, ge’ting old after six’y y’ars, and th’n dying. I in’end to lea’e my mark.”
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Sept 2, 2017 0:22:55 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Sept 2, 2017 0:22:55 GMT
"I'd like to see it. Even as a painting. The architecture may be influenced by one of the Dream Land cities, depending on the Daemons involved." There was something special about finding hints of his home in Litharia, in the marks left on the world by Daemons like him who had been born in the Chaos dimension. Litharia moulded well around Daemon influence - though there were stark differences between the worlds, the portal had opened between them for a reason. He could imagine a gothic, Ngar'li inspired cathedral surrounded by endless desert, under a blue sky instead of a charcoal, purple and green one.
"My favourite kind of challenge." Amused by Akir's confidence, her brashness, Gabriel was reminded of why some Humans had turned out to fascinate him. Travel to the City and you'd find a repressed upper class, shrouded in formality and tradition. Intelligent, educated, but so ensnared by rules and expectations they could barely breathe. But look elsewhere and the very same Humans would be so very different - anything from the skinny survivors, hardened and angry, that lived on the streets, to accomplished assassins devoted to a cult and Death God. Maybe the structure and rules of a cult mirrored that of the upper class - Humans did tend to prefer order and structure, contrary to the Daemon love of chaos, but they were the most diverse of all species in Gabriel's experience. You never quite knew what you were going to get. "Your horse is going to be on edge the whole time you travel with me, you know. Those that aren't accustomed to Daemons never like getting too close." Hopefully the creature didn't exhaust itself spooking at him. The Human army had clicked to this some time ago and now trained their cavalry horses to remain calm around Daemon and Fae warriors - just as they trained them to remain under control in the terror of a battle - but your average horse had a very instinctive reaction to most Daemons, just as they would to any other large predator.
The only thing Gabriel carried with him was a water skin, filled back in the room and slung over his shoulder. A small concession to travelling in the desert - ordinarily he did not carry even this, drinking from streams or rainwater and hunting whatever creatures dwelled in the places he passed through. The chance of rain or streams in the Boil, though, was too low, even for a Fire Daemon. "Eight hundred years, give or take. I'm always an advocate for more Daemons in the world." He grinned, fangs briefly visible, as they set out. It was sometime very early in the morning, before even the pre-dawn, and moonlight still ruled this world, leaving the desert silver and black instead of the gold and blue of the day. "A Daemon leader of your cult. Quite the way to leave a mark. You take the magic of the Daemon that changed you, though. If you're attached to what you have already you'll need to find a Reptilian Demon to make the change. But if not, it's your chance to choose a new branch of magic."
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Sept 3, 2017 5:39:30 GMT
Post by Akir the Viper on Sept 3, 2017 5:39:30 GMT
Akir would have to remind herself to hit up one of the local artists in her homeland. She’d happily commission them to show something of her home, and there were no rules against them sharing imagery to show their homeland. It was still slightly frowned upon on the more extreme cultists, but still much preferable to bringing a stranger over. “I’m no’ sure h’w we c’n k’ep in con’act s’nce bo’h of us ar’ always on the mo’e, bu’ I’ll ha’pily ge’ y’u one of th’se pain’ings, yeah?” Maybe she could learn more about daemon architecture from Gabriel then.
She laughed at the daemon’s comment on her retort about keeping up. That was something she could defiantly respect about him. Even though their specific challenge was in regards to sex, there was something about the way he said it that made her believe he was just that sort of person, willing to accept challenges and take them head on. Akir liked boldness in individuals. Though not a fan of egos, Gabriel’s was beginning to grow on her. With him, there was something charming about it. Part of her wondered if his magic had anything to do with that, but she kept that curious thought to herself. He’d explained some of his magic to her already, and was fairly convinced that he had no intention of using it on her. Besides, it was looking like he’d become a good friend to have in the long run, if they were able to meet again. Shrugging at the statement about her horse, Akir couldn’t say she was too worried about it. “She’l be fine. Wi’l pro’ably tag al’ng behin’ us, yeah? No’ like I’m rea’l at’ache’ to her. As l’ng as sh’ don’t run o’f wi’h a’l my stu’f.” The horse was trained to ignore its flight response in most situations though.
Momentarily, Akir admired the sight of the desert as she always did when she set out traveling. The moon reflected off the sand, giving it that beautiful shimmer of silver that she and many denizens so loved. Traveling at the time that they were though, they’d have to be careful. There were many dangers, big predators that used the coolness of the night to travel and hunt. Her eyes widened just slightly. “Damn, tha’s a long t’me.” The idea of becoming a daemon was an interesting one and, frankly, seemed more and more appealing. She wasn’t much fond of losing her magic, especially since it specifically pertained to her bias goddess, but there was a work around like Gabriel had mentioned. “N’w mag’c coul’ be fun, bu’ I’m t’o fon’ of snakes an’ th’ir co’nec’ion to our go’de’s to consi’er chang’ng tha’. Bu’ I am s’ill in’erested.” She paused momentarily, thinking on how to word what she was going to say. “I’ll wai’ ti’l I’m a’ the t’p though, yeah? If I d’d it n’w, I’m m’re lik’y to be sacr’fice’ than con’ince anyone it’ a bene’icial idea.” Akir was well respected among her sisters, but she was still on the same level as the rest of the Death Dealers. Most of them were of the faction that did not take kindly to change, and the last thing she wanted to do was be killed because of their idiocy. In her mind, bringing daemons into the cult would be beneficial, thus her gods and goddesses would not mark her a traitor and instead some form of savior.
The malleable surface of the sand was no longer a burden to her, but was now familiar and comforting. The sand felt cool during the early dawn, but she knew Gabriel would want to camp out somewhere before the sun got too high in the air. She looked over at him with a mischievous smile. “I kn’w a goo’ li’tle hi’den spo’ tha’d be goo’ and comfor’able to res’ up. Shoul’ ge’ there b’fore th’ sun ge’s t’o high, yeah? It’s go’ sha’e, wa’er, an’ is…remo’e and soli’ary.” She batted her eyelashes a few times, heavily lacing her tone with a hint of sexual playfulness at the last part of the statement. The spot was often hidden because it was just under the horizon of sand dunes, in a tiny valley. It was commonly overlooked, but very small and could only accommodate a small caravan comfortably.
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Sept 7, 2017 8:33:08 GMT
Post by Gabriel on Sept 7, 2017 8:33:08 GMT
I can keep in contact easily enough. This works over any distance...I've even spoken to people in other dimensions. Gabriel spoke his answer telepathically to underline the point, before switching back to regular speech. "So you just need to find a way to contact me, I guess. But at least I can always bug you about it." He grinned, although actually his telepathy could be blocked by anyone who wanted to - the ability wasn't designed for psychological torture. One way communication wasn't ideal but did have the advantage of being instantaneous, and you could arrange things reasonably well even one way.
He could tell she loved the desert from the way she looked at it. Gabriel was always intrigued by people like her - who called the Boil home out of a true appreciation for the place. He loved the desert at night, but during the day it was hostile and lacked the ethereal quality he was drawn to in places. "You'll be weakened by the sun, you know. Just something to keep in mind for someone who lives in the Boil." It wasn't necessarily a deal breaker - Daemons did live out here, in the endless sand dunes under a brilliant blue sky. It took care and planning, but it could be done. But it changed your relationship with a place, he thought, when it became a little less welcoming, and little less like home. "Good idea, though. It never hurts to be as powerful as possible before starting a revolution."
He knew that look. Gabriel laughed at Akir's next words, amused and more than a little gratified. Remote and solitary, huh? The meaning behind that was about as subtle as a sledgehammer and he glanced over, brow arched and a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "No need to dance around it, I know exactly what you're implying we could get up to. Pleased to see you really haven't had enough yet...although don't go blaming me if you get sand places sand shouldn't be!" His smile widened into a grin that showed his fangs and suggested sand or not, he was definitely in.
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