#Nerimoira

[gee-arid]

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Artfight Round 2 (There was no way to arrange this that doesn't horribly crop Black Pearl sorry) Miokal Monbez and Famika Zelsol for @jadeneppy Nerimoira Mirrolt for DraconicCaribou Black Pearl for TAMMEUS Minthe Noriko for croccy

[probablybis]

My main Imperial agent, Nerimoira

I love her sm

[courtingfate]

Seeing Red [DISCLAIMER TW BLOOD, GORE, VIOLENCE, MURDER, ETC.]

Flowing black skirts spilled from the make-shift throne, a perfect perch for the little sparrow. The stark white walls around her almost too bright in comparison to her dark makeup and vibrant red hair. 

The guards at either side of her stood at attention, maintaining stoic faces. Eyes trained on the large door across the room from the woman they aptly called “Lady Anguish”. The clicking of her manicured nails against the armrest of the high backed chair almost acting as a method of keeping time.

Painted lips pursed in annoyance.

"I don’t like waiting...” her venomous tone causing one of the guards to squirm slightly. The tapping continuing.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Loud screaming came muffled through the door, Moira leaned forward in her seat, resting a long fingernail across the ridge of her teeth, a malicious smirk settling upon her features.

White doors flung open, bodies spilling into the entryway as the form suspended between them writhed and shouted in terror. A few paces away from the throne the armored guards wrangled the squirming male onto his knees on the tile floor, hands pressing his face against the cool surface.

The tapping ceased, the grin still plastered on her face, once again a job well done. Lifting from the high backed chair, a snap followed by an empty palm was all the command the guard needed to place the handle of an axe within her grasp. Letting it hang by her side, firm clicks of pointed heels replaced the tapping, mixing with the echos of her prey's struggles.

"Well well well..." with that another snapped command followed. Fingers tangled in inky locks yanked, forcing the frightened male to look up.

"N-Neri?" He managed, golden depths wide with terror laced in confusion. As if suddenly understanding would gain him freedom.

"Oh, so you do remember me..." she spat.

"P-please just....just release me....I'll do anything! Please!" Pleas fell like tears.

Contemplation etched into the features of her face for a moment, "Anything?" pacing to the side of him, she lifted the axe, bouncing the tools handle, just below the head, against an open palm.

"Anything at all? Perhaps....I don't know..." leaning down she gripped a handful of his hair tugging hard, "bring my sister back?"

Releasing her hold, the sound of snapped fingers once more bounced through the room followed by pained cries as hand shoved him back against the cool tile.

"No?" She asked, pressing her shoe against the side of his head.

"Didn't think so."

[dizaraksanar]

Masquerade (Pt1 of the Bloodbath Arc)

The manor hallway leading into the ballroom was bathed in gold. Nobles of all races mingled throughout the halls and danced in silken attire within the grand room. At one side of the dance hall stood tables of food and drink the occasional waiter slipping between guests with trays of finger foods and champagne. The end of the hall was decked in a single large chair, atop it rested a fiery red head whose eyes scanned the crowd in mock boredom. The crimson red and black gown clung to her form and draped in waves at her feet as she sat, the billowing sleeves adding drama to an already intriguing neck line. Somewhere across the ballroom Dizarak stood stiffly just outside the entryway, donning a long black vest with flowing black fabric to his ankles, black pants and a black long sleeve top hugged his toned figure. Ashraen tugged at the collar of his shirt before smoothing his vest, and a few stray hairs. He'd opted for an outfit, much akin to the one he wore during the Tavern's anniversary event, however, everything was carefully embroidered with light touches of gold. He'd even gone so far as to find a very nice pair of leather boots that only stopped when they reached his knees and were adorned with golden buckles, and glittering patterns.

He licked a long fang as he approached his mate, a few loose braids swinging lazily with that confidant gait he always seemed to have. A large hand was placed on the small of Dizarak's back as a breathy chuckle was offered. 

"Nervous? Don't be," he mused. "Aside from Moira, you'll outshine anyone in there. Besides, we're here to get out. Do something different. I... Wanted to spoil you a little." "Nervous is an understatement..." his hand idly tugged on one of his sleeves wishing he could be the skin just beneath it, hidden from view and anywhere but here. 

"You are sure we couldn't just go stand on Murder Row and call it a night? Bound to get preferable attention there than here." 

He grimaced at the crowd, his teeth tugging at the ever present lip ring, he could already tell the night would be spent attempting to make b-lines for the door for smoke breaks. The last time he had been to a gala he had been paraded around for potential wives. Ashraen opened his mouth and his ears sagged. He too eventually was chewing on his lip. This was a bad idea. Diz told him he wasn't about this life anymore and yet.... He wanted to see it. He wanted to see the man his mate seemed so convinced needed buried.

"Don't be like that, baby," he purred. In the slight shadows to the doorway, he bent and lightly nipped at the flesh of Dizarak's ear. "I needed to come for Moira and I didn't want to be alone. This is more your knowledge than mine. I thought... You might hate it less if I was here." 

His words trailed off and he was a bit put off by Dizarak's attitude, but he simply covered it with a smirk, and a smoldering gaze. He held out his arm for the other male as his opposite arm swept toward the doorway. He offered a partial bow of his form. 

Please don't leave me standing at the metaphorical alter.... 

Diz scowled, his mismatched gaze peering over at Ash. He was right...everything was more enjoyable with the golden eyed male by his side but he couldn't shake the sense of dread. In his scanning if the room he was relieved to not fully recognize anyone immediately. He slipped his hand into the crook of Ash's elbow and tugged him close, planting a kiss on the others lips in plain view of the attendees. 

It was all the Paladin could do to not take Dizarak to the floor with that kiss. He broke it with a slight pant and ran a hand over the end of his ponytail that was slung across his shoulder. Hoo boy, Diz was going to be the death of him.

Screw it. None of these people would recognize him....hopefully.

"Fine....for you." He said.

Ashraen tucked his free arm behind his back and kept the elbow of his other close to his side as he led them into the proverbial lion's den. It was a mix of scents that immediately assaulted him. Expensive perfumes mixes with the baser musk of emotion. Ire, desire, disappointment... 

Moira had really stacked her deck and when someone brushed past, Ashraen's head was snapping on a swivel to catch the scent with a heavy huff if breath.

All eyes swiveled to the void male, the weight of his presence palpable in the room. Silvermoon had been less than welcoming to his kind and rightfully so but with Ashraen and Moira's pull he had been allowed to attend the event provided he remain in Ashraen’s view while there. That didnt stop raised eyebrows. 

Moira kept watch from her perch, her hired guards told to keep the tall men comfortable and safe, even if that meant disposing of a noble or two. 

The dark haired male stood a little taller despite heafty gazes upon him, his hand squeezing Ashraen's arm once to draw his attention back. 

"You realize they think I'm here because I'm your property. Right?" He muttered glancing at a few of the people around them. Quickly he dipped his head in greeting to the older gentleman who approached them with what appeared to be his daughter. 

The older male spoke to Ashraen, "I didnt know they allowed slaves at these events? However did you manage to smuggle him in?" 

Something in Dizarak snapped, he slipped his hand free and extended it toward the older man "Perhaps you'll forgive my forwardness but I wasn't aware they allowed ancient relics either. I'll forgive you for the comment about my being a slave. Cant blame ignorant people for not knowing to whom they speak. Dizarak Sanar of the Sanar Noble line." 

It was as if the other male choked on his drink, quickly he dipped his head in respect and pressed his forehead to the back of Diz's hand before scurrying off.

The exchange was a whirlwind of quickly executed actions that nearly had Ashraen crawling after Dizarak as he moved about the room. Throwing physical weight around was one thing, but seeing his lover throw political weight around... The way he carried himself and addressed others... Sweet Light above.

Gold flicked to catch Moira from across the room and brows lofted quickly. She'd had her doubts. Excuse. His boy could fall back into line just fine. He simply chose not to, for whatever reason.

Ashraen was all too happy to follow Dizarak until a particular scent caught his attention. His head snapped around to locate the source and he seemed hyper fixated on the male he had located, conversing with a group. Young, up and coming thing that had a penchant for the nastier side of Silvermoon. He smelled of deceit, stale blood, and an updated desire that had Ash licking his fangs like an animal lining up his meal. He was so focused he had no idea that he was staring.

Dizarak had just finished turning away a young female elf who he could have sworn was about to swoon, when he turned back briefly to Ash. His face fell flat as he watched his mate stare at something that looked younger than Melisande.

With pursed lips Diz snapped his fingers next to the wolfs ear, no way in hell he would be ignored. This was Ash's idea and for once his mates wandering gaze drew unamused irritation. 

Moira grinned from her perch, watching the void male morph back into the Sanar noble she was familiar with tales of.

That same ear flicks and stiffened with the snap causing the copper male to look back at his partner. The look simply read confusion until Dizarak's own look was registered. His ears sagged dramatically and he coughed an awkward apology as he snagged glasses of champagne from a waiter? A quick sniff determined champagne and the glass was offered to his mate with an adverted look.

"I, ah, I think I know why she wanted me here," he mumbled. "Sorry, I..."

Another scent sent his eyes wandering over Dizarak's shoulder and he bit his lip, fighting to pull his gaze back to Diz rather sheepishly.

"Do us both a favor and memorize the targets for later. Tonight you brought me to this hell, and you're staying put." He accepted the champagne, more for something to keep his hands busy than actually drink. Personally he disliked the stuff, but he figured there was no spiced rum so this would suffice.

With a single hand Diz reached to and adjusted something on Ash's shirt, a wrinkle or something. He frowned.

"I am staying put, darlin'. I haven't even mo--"

As he spoke, his eyes had wandered again and the void male reached and turned the paladins head with a rough tug, "understood?" He bargained, "or you'll be returning to a locked bedroom door with both your mates behind it."

Golden eyes now widened with shock and completely focused on his mate as he attempted to find words. He was rather sure this was a spectacle for all, further cementing Dizarak as the Noble he claimed to be, but the Paladin suddenly didn't care.

Ashraen swallowed thickly, murmuring, "Y-Yes, Dizarak."

Once he was released, he would exhale a low breath, and take up his place beside, yet just behind his mate. The adjustments to his attire had him glancing at himself and oddly now concerned with his choice. Was he not appropriate? It wasn't as fancy as his partner? To be right honest, he was positive he paled next to his date. Ash was not of Noble line, after all.

(To Be Continued....) (Mentions: @courtingfate , @ashraenv ,A brief mention of @melisandemeadowshine) (OOC Note: This piece and the ones to follow are previous writing that are just now seeing the light of day but I and my RP partners are now comfortable sharing. Pieces for this may be posted based on which of the characters appears the most, this one clearly Dizarak and Ashraen, others may appear on Nerimoira’s tumblr be sure to follow the hastags to keep up with the tale)

[glowwinginc-blog]

Day 1

Hello there, I’m Droop and I’m a goblin and I am learning Common. I am part of the amazing The Glittering Owlbearwing Adventures, also called Glowwing. Also I am a rogue. Today we were going to Neverwinter to get a new quest. By the way, Kathra, the female dwarf with a beard, did not joined us in our new adventure, that makes me very sad. We arrived in Neverwinter, the female Thiefling, I guess here name was Ananas… or wait it was Annas right? Hmm… anyway, she went shopping with my best friend Alton. Yes, he is my best friend you know and he is a cool halfling, I want to be a halfling too. Maybe I could find a new mug at the marketplace, that would be aaammmaaaziiinnngggg. I want to collect them all. Because mugs are cool right? RIGHT? I love them. The marketplace is sooo big and there are sooo many things. Alton entered a shop to get a poison kit, not sure what that is or what he wants with that. But after the shop keeper asked him what he wants to do with it, Alton honestly answers that he wants to poison people with it. Hmm, poison people, me is confused now. Why does my friend want to poison people? Well we left the shop after Alton was finished and then I saw a fish shop. It smelled weird and reminded me of my old days back in the cave. So it smelled familiar to me but it also made me feel a bit sad. But today was a great day. Alton also went to a poison shop and purchased a poison kit for 49gp, is that a lot of money? I don’t know? In another shop, I do not know the name anymore, there was a really tall woman there, he bought a carpenter tool. The shop keeper were pretty cool tho.

Then I met Annas again and she bought me something pretty. Guess what it was … no … it was no egg … also not food … it was a unicorn mmmmuuuuugggggg. It looks awesome, It’s sssooooo amazing and I’m so EXICTED. I can’t descripe that in words. I’m so happy now. My god of the goblins that is so AWESOME!!!!!!!

We arrived at normal looking house later because of the letter we received. I get to know a half elf, she named herself Nerimoira. The creature introduced herself as Syndra and she was weird looking. A lot of blankets and stuff. We get to know that she can teleport us to Chult, which is an island now. The teleportation was strange. It smelled like fish, I like fish, I think.

Also the colors of the island are pretty colorful and bright. There is nothing wrong with this city, I am really fascinated with this place, there are a lot of people I wanna play with here. No one looks at me strangely. From a shop keeper we get to know where we find the Thundering Lizard Inn or the Kayas House of Repose. We went to the quiet inn and get two rooms, i’m sad now because no fun. You see Thundering = Fundering right?  

[courtingfate]

Name: Nerimoira Kel'dani

Nickname: Moira, Neriberry

Gender: Female

Species: Blood Elf

Sexual Orientation: whatever pays well

Life Story: Taken from her home, the lowborn, Nerimoira Kel'dani, soon was a public sight among highborne clients. Raised under her "master" Moira spends most of her time working as a courtesan and escort, returning (most) of her earnings to her owner. Over the past few months the old man has been a little less kind, Moira has had enough and tricks him into signing his possessions and wealth to her upon his death. Recently enlisting the aid of a few old friends and clients from her under the table dealings, Moira plans the untimely end of her captor after all these years and regain her freedom, while maintaining her new wealth and power.

Appearance

Faceclaim: Sabrina Lynn

Eye Color(s):  Gold

Hair Color: red

Hair Style(s): loose curls or rail straight, sometimes pinned up, usually down.

Skin tone: light tan

Body type: fit and voluptuous

Height: 6ft

About her

Personality: sultry, confident and mostly polite

Good Habit(s): bowing her head in respect, self care habits are on point!

Bad habit(s): I am a bad habit

Like(s): money, parties, being called Baby Girl, the finer things in life.

Dislike(s): public restrooms, old men, beer

Hobbies: Reading, smoking Bloodthistle

Allergies: gunpowder

Fear(s): being no longer desirable, or needed

Strength(s): skilled in using her position and body to obtain information and wealth

Weakness(es): gets attached to the people who treat her decently fairly quickly. Weapon(s): magic

[courtingfate]

In Unlikely Places

Red dust coated the hems of her robes as the fiery redhead made her way up the steps of the estate. Her coin pouch minorly lighter, a sickly sweet grin draped across her face. Large marble doors swinging wide as the Sparrow returned to the nest victorious.  The southern wing of the estate was teeming with life these days, new recruits, those employed under her watchful eye, those in training, bustling about the halls. One thing was for sure, Moira needed more within her ranks to care for those at her beck and call; after all, mistreatment of those freed by her ranks was no better than living in the pure hell of enslavement. Moira's feet glided through the halls toward her quarters, the dust leaving a trail behind her. She always disliked visiting Orgrimmar, its dusty streets often leaving dust caked into her robes and staining the hems a false blood red. She sighed as she passed by various windows and doors, a glint in her golden eyes. While she had hopped to locate a few more hands for the upcoming work to be done, she had come back victorious in a far better way. Now all she needed was for the man to stay good on his word and actually arrive. Her thoughts trailed to the delicious mess, a failure to complete his end of the deal, it may become. A doctor, hopefully deft in his abilities to repair wounds and check over the newly freed victims when they arrived at Kel'dani estate. What a wonderful addition to her roster, even more so after the last was quickly dispatched, the mental image of his head rolling down the hallway playing in her mind as she kicked her shoes off just inside her room.  In mere seconds the dust stained robe was dropped to the floor before bare feet carried her to the waiting bath, drawn at the perfect temperature. Sliding into its expanses with ease she finally felt herself breathe.

[courtingfate]

Busted Cage

Thin heels clacked against Marble floors, purposeful steps as she floated through the lonely hallways. Light danced off her vibrant copper hair, gold eyes searched the path ahead of her, painted lips cocked to one side in a smile that oozed devilish pleasure.

Thick black skirts swished around her feet, the only other sound in the empty manor aside from well timed clicks against marble. No servants bustling about, no demeaning yells from her master. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

The expression that etched into her face as realization dawned was enough to frighten even Sargeras away.

Large white double doors waited at the end of the hallway, but where they should meet white tile sprawled a pool of crimson vindication. The substance spreading slowly as the smell of iron and carnage met her nose.

Any other lady might lift her skirts and avoid the nauseating liquid, but where others became prim and proper females Nerimoria relished in the altered sound of her heels against coated floors, the sick sound of dragging fabric through the mess.

Kneeling to press her palms into the substance, she coated her hands in the barely warm blood, lifting a hand to slip the finger between her lips and lick it clean. Low chuckles rolling from her chest, she stood gripping the handles and pushing the vast doors open to take in the scene behind their pure barriers.

Beautiful carnage. A master well spent.

Her golden eyes traveled along the scene, painted lips pulled into a sinful smirk.

"You let me know if you have any more for me, Baby Girl~" written in dripping crimson on the wall.

Lifting a coated finger to her lips, freedom never tasted so good.

[courtingfate]

Nerimoira Kel’Dani

The Basics ––– –

Age: 200

Birthday: She won’t say

Race: Sin’Dorei

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Whatever pays well or intrigues her

Marital Status: Single

Relationship Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: red head, mid length, wavy

Eyes: dark green

Height: 6ft

Build: voluptuous and fit

Distinguishing Marks: Several hole looking scars at the base of her spine, scar under left breast

Common Accessories: whatever is sparkly, she doesn’t have ones she wears regularly

Personal ––– –

Profession: Courtesan/Hostess

Hobbies: Intel gathering

Languages: Fluent in almost anything thanks to her upbringing in a noble home, she cannot speak Zandalari though

Residence: Silvermoon City

Birthplace: Small village outside of Silvermoon

Religion: N/A

Fears: 

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: N/A

Children: N/A

Parents: Unknown

Siblings: Unknown

Other Relatives: Unknown

Pets: None

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

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Drugs: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To excess

Smoking: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To excess

Alcohol: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To excess

OOC Info:

Nerimoira is a very secretive character, any information bestowed to you should be kept between your OC and her

Dark and Adult themes, I will ask age before you initiate RP beyond basic walk up to keep all parties safe.

While she is an adult character I retain the right to refuse adult themed RP, IC=/=OOC

Available times: Discord: ALL THE TIME, In game, at request as she is still a low level alt.

[courtingfate]

Temptation (Prt 3 of the Bloodbath Arc)

The shuffling of fabric may have been heard as the hostess made her way towards them, Nerimoira glanced quickly between the three.

"Viviane, I don’t recall having sent you an invitation...care to explain what you’re doing here?" She looked bored, her red curls piled atop her head, "On second thought, I’m glad you’re here," she snapped her fingers and a hired hand stepped behind the woman, "remove her."

The guard pushed the noblewoman away, though they did not head for the door, instead she was guided down the hall way and stuffed into a room, just out of earshot if the bustling ballroom.

Moira turned to the males, "Aside from that unfortunate attendee, enjoying ourselves?" She said.

Dizarak took her hand and touched his forehead to the back of it, "Madam Kel'Dani. I apologize for being a visual thorn this evening."

Ashraen grit his teeth as his words went unanswered and his mate remained somewhat cold to him. Eventually he simply gave up and resumed his place behind Dizarak, arms tucked behind his back. He watched the pair with a flat gaze before his attention shifted to where the woman had been taken. 

"Really, Diz?" The words were hissed irritably, despite his best attempt at silence. "I rather thought you brought a bit of excitement to an otherwise boring evening. However, it's not like I know anything when it comes to these things."

He flicked a gaze back at his mate snapping his fingers again as he caught the other looking away, "And yet I still cannot keep the attention of the one person in this room I would most enjoy it from."

"Who said you could stop touching me?"

Long ears stiffened and while Ash didn't leap into action, he was rather swift at returning his arms to wrap around Dizarak's waist. He buried his nose in dark strands, purring low in his chest.

"Bring you to the fancy parties and all that sass just crawls right on out. I have been giving you my attention, love." He groaned in Dizarak's ear, splaying his hands across the front of Diz's thighs. "Absolutely delicious. But, keep on with your conversation. I'll not move~"

Moira licked her lips, what she wouldn’t give to be sandwiched between those muscles. She cleared her throat and dipped her head.

With a snap of her fingers Moira's attendant held a gold sealed envelope out to the two. "A token of my gratitude for all you have done for me Mr. Ven'dala. And incentive for both of you to seek me if you have need of work."

Dizarak blinked, so unused to hearing such formalities directed at Ashraen. A tanned hand reached to pluck the envelope from the outstretched hand and casually tucked it into the back of his pants.

"Why, thank you, darlin'," he purred, curling that same hand to be placed upon Dizarak's chest, and hold him as flush as possible. "It's always such a pleasure to work with you. Dare ask what you have done with the little trollop you just carted away?"

"Nothing gets past you does it, Ashraen." As she carried herself uncomfortably close to Diz to peer up at Ash, "would you like to dispose of her after the festivities?"

A dark chuckle bubbled from him even as he pressed his lips to the expanse of Dizarak's neck. He cared not for those staring or whispering. His mate wanted attention, he would get attention.

"Generally, few things get past me and... As much as I would love to abuse the little bitch, I think Dizarak should have last say on what happens to her. He should also be present for whatever punishment is deemed appropriate..."

His hold tightened on his lover and a hint of fang was pressed against the vein of his throat. "What do you think, babe? Shall we play a bit?"

Composure, Dizarak, remain composed. He couldn't help himself and his eyes slid shut as a shiver ran down his flesh. When the moment passed he snatched another glass from a traveling tray.

"Personally I don’t care what happens to her, but I do feel she doesn't deserve to set her sights on me as the life drains from her." He mused taking a sip of the new drink. Peering down into his cup curiously.

He quirked the brow above his void eye and glanced over his shoulder at the grin no doubt plastered on Ash's face. The grin was absolutely full of malice as their gazes locked.

The hand on Diz's chest snaked up to casually lay across his neck, turning his mate's face back toward the mingling guests as lips were pressed to an ear once more. The words were hot and oozed sensuality as his tones lay hushed.

"So don't let her see you. I'll do my work and... You can end her. Slide up behind and drag that blade across her throat. Vengeance is no fun unless you carry out some of the act yourself." 

"The thought is... Exhilarating. Don't you want to see her die knowing she was nothing and deserved nothing?" 

Dizarak’s tongue darted out to pull the metal ring in his lip between his teeth. The tension between the men unquestionable 

Moira's face was the painted image of sadistic perfection as she watched the two, shifting on her feet She grinned at Ash when Diz wasn’t looking and slipped away, to prepare their little desert.

(To be continued... at @dizaraksanar)

(Mentions @dizaraksanar, @ashraenv)

[courtingfate]

Caged Sparrow

Lithe arms draped across the railing as golden eyes scanned the patrons below, mingling about. Red hair fell in waves around her shoulders, the tight black sheer dress hugged her curves, the red cross crossed under lay barely showing through. A waiter had asked if she had need of anything and she promptly sent them to fetch the tall male on security for the night. Idle hands fiddled with the long golden chain around her neck.

Her ears picked up the sound of his heavy boots before she caught sight of him. A shocked look of disbelief plastered across his normally twisted face, clearly he wasn't expecting to see her here. Gold blinked rapidly before a soft chuckle rumbled from him. He passed behind her, fingers ghosting across the small of her back before he came to rest his own forearms upon the railing.

"Well.... Look what the wind blew in," he purred with a smirk in his gaze. "Been a while. You're looking very well. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, darlin'? Did I miss a birthday?" She blinked turning her painted face just slightly to glance at him, her hands dropping from the chain to lace together atop the wood.

"As do you, Ashraen." She placed a palm on the opposite side of his face to pull him close, crimson lips pressing against his cheek in greeting, "No missed birthday's I'm aware of but I come looking to fill a position. You might be just be the man I need." She leaned once more against the rail this time tucking her backside into the spot where the angled edges meet.

"Unless of course, you're retired." She joked at the older male.

A small hum left him at the touch of her lips and he seemed to savor the moment before his eyes reopened to watch her. A brow was perked and a snort left him. "The day I retire is the day I'm put in the ground. So, not any time soon."He shifted to face her, leaning one arm on the railing as he crossed one foot over the other, and relaxed in the presence of just the pair of them. The railing gave a noise of protest that caused a quick frown, but he did not let it deter his focus. "You have my interest, as always. What juicy morsel have you brought me? Besides yourself, of course."

"Mmm ever present flattery, its suits you." She reached into her cleavage and pulled a decently sized sack of gold from within sliding across the banister at him.

"That's the first half. Call it a down payment." The swishing of the fabric pooled around her feet as she took a purposeful step forward cause her own ears to flick. Lucky for her he had been leaning over, with ease she pressed herself up against him breaking his locked gaze on her ample breast, to whisper in his ear, "This little sparrow wants her freedom, and I need you to seal the deal. Remember that old master of mine?"She leaned back biting her lip for show, palms splayed across his chest as she peered up at him through thick eyelashes. She could hear him inhale, no doubt drinking in the scent of her perfume

"I remember you speaking of him. Oh, Baby Girl," he purred low in his chest, snapping his teeth just shy of her own lip she had bitten. "Have you dropped a job in my pocket? You bring the best presents." Moira's painted lips curled in a smile, hauntingly walking her fingers up his chest she flicked his nose gently."Murder with a side of sex~ seems I know what reels you in~"She slipped out of reach and pressed her backside back into the corner crossing her arms in front of her, painted nails gripping the material adorning her arms. "Mm, more like you have me by shaft and you know exactly how to get me to give you what you want." He perked a brow and licked one of his fangs as his eyes trailed up and down her form, a knowing sultry smile across her painted lips when his eyes met hers again. He turned to peer out at the rest of the Tavern, still on duty. "So. You want me end him. Fine. Do I get say on what I do, or are you going to make me play by rules?" He asked pointedly.

Gingerly she flexed her fingers before lifting one to tap at her chin, "Two requirements, I take no blame," she shook her head slowly, "and he regrets every time he touched me. Think you can manage that?" Gold depths smoldered in the dim light before he turned a lidded gaze toward her, sending a chill down her spine. His face was impassible, yet a something sinister twisted in his eyes as he stared at her."I can manage that five times over," he growled. "I'll take care of your problem, Moira, and no one will be any the wiser." Painted lip curled in a wicked smile, as she glanced up at him beneath lashes, dangerous pleasure sparkling in her eyes. "Excellent, as soon as the memorial is done," she slid the address of the manor to him, "be sure to come pick up the rest of your prize," hips swaying she stepped closer once more.

His lips twisted in a crooked grin and the address was tucked into his armor. "And maybe a little extra if I like what I see."

Snaking an arm around her he tugged her close, "Oh, yes, ma'am. Pleasure doing business with you..." The words were purred in a way that just had to be illegal and he dipped to press his lips to her neck.

With ease she slipped a hand down his front and fondled him a moment.

"The pleasure is all mine" she hissed in his ear as she squeezed firmly. Releasing him she traipsed around his figure, the end of her skirt the last visible thing before him.Hips swaying, the rustling of her skirts as it fell down the steps behind her.

Mention: @ashraenv

[dizaraksanar]

Checkmate (Part 4 of The Bloodbath Arc)

As the Ren'dorei was about to mutter something about finding a room, yet another curious and clearly flustered noble stepped before them.

Dizarak gave a low growl of frustration but kept his cool as he peered at the young male Ash had been glued to visually towards the beginning of the night.

“Yes?”

"Pardon the....intrusion. I was hoping to ask for a dance from the golden eyed one." He stood a little taller and cleared his throat, "I couldnt help but notice you staring earlier."

The Wolf's ears perked and he slowly shifted his gaze to the new face before them. Well, while he had been eyeing the male earlier, his attention had become solely fixated upon his mate. He lifted his mouth from lavished skin, tongue gracefully sliding across the bruise there before his own fangs.

"Were you? And, what makes you think I dance?"

His hand slipped from Dizarak's neck to allow him to stand next to the Void touched male, uncaring for his obvious delight in the previous happenings. His fingers tightened on Diz's waist as his tones took on that sensual purr once more.

"And what makes you think I was staring for more than the scent you carry? For more than the want to ruin you into needing to turn away others that may want a taste? Do you even know of whom you ask the question to?"

The noble male simply blinked, standing in awkward silence. A strange sense of fear and odd intrigue.

Diz busied himself with downing the glass in his hand, keen on watching the young male squirm beneath his mates interrogation. Again he blinked a few times into the glass of bubbling liquid, clearly concentrating on some unexplainable feeling.

"M-my scent? I'm sorry none of that...makes sense."

"Of course it doesn't. You haven't played the game long enough."

Ashraen heaved a sigh and released Dizarak to circle the male before them, pausing behind him to inhale deeply next to his ear.

"You have a nose, don't you? Do you not use it?" The words were rumbled with a light groan, though his gaze was fixated solely upon his mate. He was curious if Dizarak was to have any say or action in this. "Tell me, darlin'. What do you smell? Do you smell... Fine foods and wine? Cloying perfumes and overly applied cologne? Or do you smell desperation? The overtly sexual advances or the dirty secrets of your friends?”

He bent and pressed his lips to a shorter, quivering ear.

"Your own clinging desire to be abused in a shadow, pinned to a wall with no one to help you? Do you... Smell the fear?"

Dizarak watched with an expression of idle amusement, the champagne flute pinched between his fingers. He swirled it slightly before glancing away.

"Enough, look, he's pissed himself." Diz said disgustedly flicking a finger at the male before discreetly splashing his groin with the remainder of the void male's champagne. Various faces around them turned to look, pointing and laughing at the false "accident".

One of Moira's hired hands strolled past with a tray to snag the empty glass before questions were raised.

Ashraen chuckled darkly and snapped at the ear with a clacking of teeth before the male went skittering away. He called after him, even as his chest pressed against Diz. "Come back again when you're a bit older! I'll let you play with all the big boy toys!"

Lidded gold slipped to his mate and a fanged smirk split his face. "Now that was some sass, love." Strong fingers gripped a dark toned chin, forcing their gaze together. "I think you are finding all the right buttons to push, you jealous thing."

"I'm far from jealous," he muttered in his inebriated state. He couldn't remember how many he'd had, what he didn't know was Moira's hand in strengthening his drink.

"The thing with these...imbeciles is they see something they want, they think there is no price too great to obtain it."

He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced about "the difference between them and someone who can actually have anything they want is the misunderstanding that everything wants them in return."

He turned on the spot and draped those arms over broad shoulders, "within this room there are a dozen people who haven’t taken their eyes off one of the two of us. Of that dozen two have been dismissed or dealt with yet....the remainder look on. Why do you think that is?"

Ashraen blinked and tilted his head, catching his lover's hips as he was draped in arms. A quick jerk had the other pulled flush and the copper Paladin licking his lips. Dizarak was invading his senses in waves and it was all he could do to not simply start panting like a dog.

"I... Uh.... Not a clue. Enlighten me."

"Wandering eyes kept each one of them intrigued on if those golden orbs would fall on them." he said snaking his fingers into the hair at the base of Ash's head. With a firm tug Diz pulled the Paladin's head to look up at the mirrored ceilings, from this view anyone who had trained their eyes on the pair were also looking up, curious to know what the void male was showing to the Copper headed giant.

"Take a good look, babe."

The air left him in a rush as his mouth fell open. Gold depths snapped wide with the realization and he was nearly drowning in a sea of eyes has his gaze flicked to each one. That's what this was about. It was one... Big... Job. He huffed an almost silent breath as he stared at the ceiling in one of the most surreal moments he'd ever had.

It took a lot for him to drop his gaze from the mirrors and it landed back upon his mate with a crooked grin... If only for a moment. Large hands suddenly lifted to cup Dizarak's face and kiss him rather soundly, shoving the male against a wall. The knowledge that this was one giant buffet line.... Oh, Moira was crafty... And even better being that his mate saw what he had not. He had also willingly shared the information, knowing that Ashraen was going to be a busy boy in the hours to come. Fucking hell....

"I was looking," he growled between nips of lips. "I was looking at the one, selfish noble I wanted more than others. The one I crave so badly to pin down and use. Gods, Diz, you are.... Fuck."

Dizarak responded in kind, lips tugging and sucking at the others between his words. He pulled his arms down gripping Ashraen's jaw and keeping him pressed firmly against him.

Had he not been so worried about political suicide for the state he had just rebuild in a single night he would have begged Ash to fuck him then and there. As it stood more eyes were upon them, Nerimoira included.

With a snap of her fingers the guests who she had no intentions of harming were ushered out of the ballroom by half of the hired staff. The guards quickly gathered the remaining nobles and forced them into various rooms off the main hall.

Despite the bustle, Ashraen had planted himself firmly before the other, pinning him to a wall. Both to keep him from being jostled, and touched, and to continue assaulting that delicious mouth.

Moira returned to her throne of sorts and watched idly, oh how this pleased her as much as watching the wolf tear a victim limb from limb.

“s-show me what you do." His eyes flicked toward the room he knew Viviane was being held. Perhaps in this state he could understand the rush Ash felt.

(to be....continued?)

(Mentioned @Ashraenv @courtingfate)

((A lot of the upcoming scene is not usually something I write for Dizarak, If there is enough interest in the arc it will continue, once I’ve fixed it so that it’s less....adult in nature. Please let me know somehow if you are invested in this arc and if more adult/violent themed writing is alright with you. Neri is a dark character and this arc is the first time Dizarak really sees what his mate and Neri get up to.)

[courtingfate]

Bad Habits

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

Tagged by: @dizaraksanar

Tagging: whoever wants to do it, not enough regulars here to tag~

[courtingfate]

NSFW ship asks please, any/ all you would like to answer

(I'll give you two~)

17. Do they sext/send naughty pictures/write each other steamy loves notes?

"I cant say I've ever been with someone worth it but treat me right and you'll likely find some of the most provocative photos tucked away in places you'd never expect to find them. I like the discovery to be a surprise. Steamy written letters are the next best thing."

20. Do they like to play games or tease each other before sex or even foreplay?

"If you aren't constantly teasing one another to the point of frustration then are you even doing it right? I love to tease my partner so badly they beg."

(Thanks for asking!)

[courtingfate]

Carcanet of the Hundred Magi: What personality traits does your muse desire in a partner and which do they despise? (Thank you!)

Until recently I hadn't really had the pleasure of thinking about a permanent partner. Being a courtesan I admire those who can handle a roaming partner. Sex is my work and livelihood. Jealousy is something I despise in a partner because of such.

I also cant stand those who feel they are the Gods gift to women, if they feel as such they have no actual care for their mate as anything more than a status symbol.

(Thank you for the ask!)