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Post by Jaguara Katial on Oct 6, 2007 18:28:35 GMT -5
“Okay”[/b] she said still smiling and petting Treasach. She liked how into her light petting he was and she wished that she could feel his fur, but alas having feathers there was only one way she would have been able to and she was not about to pet the bander with her talons just so she could feel his pelt on her skin. She may have been very naïve about Ashwin’s hints and advances but she was far from being stupid. Having a sudden twiggy leg with sharp claws at the end of it coming at him would probably result in injury or worse.
She listened to Ashwin rummage in his cabinets wondering what he would bring out. It was very rare that she drank anything but water and usually only then it was small bits of juice from fruits that she had managed to find and suck on or maybe a bucket of milk that Sebak would bring back after he had left for the day to do what ever it was to do. She did notice now though that he had been bringing home bottles of something strong and she had never tasted it though from the smell that emitted off of him and from the inside of the bottles she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
When Ashwin came out of the room he had been in with the two glasses in hand, she sat back, balanced herself on one leg, and reached out with the other for the glass he was offering her. She liked the way that it smelled and the color was well. “Thank you”[/b] she said as she took a sip as best she could with her beak. It was fruity, but there was another taste to it. Some thing that she had never experienced before but it was not unpleasant, and she did not want to be rude so she continued to sip it. “It’s good Ashwin.”[/b] She smiled.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 6, 2007 18:39:08 GMT -5
The mustalid beamed as she sipped awkwardly at the glass, not equipped for her beak but managing well enough regardless. She may not even have been feigning the enjoyment, which would be a real kicker if she turned out to like it. He moved to pull a large, plush cushion away from the wall and sat down, leaving enough space for another body. Sometimes this was used to wrestle particularly ornery young banders who needed dominance crammed down their throats without doing any damage.
He patted one side of the cushion and 'sipped' at his own drink, doing no more than bringing it to his lips. He'd had quite enough in him from earlier that night, enough to make her an absolutely lovely creature rather than the shy, friendly girl he would likely see her as normally, and he didn't want to chance any more. This was more than he'd had any reason to expect out of the night and he must have done something awfully good to warrant a naive young girl falling in his lap, just like that! Well, with a little tug, but still.
"You might find it easier to rest and sip the drink if you can settle and have it in front of you on the floor," he offered considerately. Treasach took the patting as an invitation as well, getting up and sauntering over to Ashwin before settling just behind him on the cushion.
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Post by Jaguara Katial on Oct 6, 2007 19:18:00 GMT -5
She nodded and placed the glass down and made her way over to him, the drink starting to take a slight affect on her. She started to feel strange, still herself but not at the same time, she could not place the feeling really but she decided to shrug it off. She leaned against his larger form and felt very comfortable.
As she leaned there against him, she started to look him over more intensely than she had before. For how old he appeared, he still was quite handsome. The way his range colored fur blended into different shades of blue and white. She did like the color blue and the silver hair that graced his face added to her attraction. She also noticed scars along his neck and near his collarbones. Were they from banders who had gotten out of hand? She decided to ask him “Where did you receive those scars from?”[/b] her eyes flickered a little as she looked into his grey ones. She had begun to noticed that she was drawn to more roguish men than those who were softer in appearance.
What was this she was feeling…it was as if she was herself but yet not herself. Something nagging ate at her but she again could not quite place the feeling. It felt natural though, but she tried to place it out of her mind. She wanted to reach out and touch the scars lightly with her feathers but resisted the urge. No she was here to talk about banders, which was why he had invited her here right?
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 6, 2007 19:49:08 GMT -5
The pretty thing tucked against him and he could hardly restrain his delight. Really, this was just too good a night. Could things really go so well? If he kept nudging things along...maybe they could. He let one arm wrap around her back much as it had in the bar, keeping her tucked close without damaging any of her feathers or pressing too tight.
"These scars? Banders, most of them, at least all the ones you can see. I wasn't always as good with the little monsters as I am now, didn't always have the skill or the touch." His hands continued to roam, staying in safer areas until he could visibly see some kind of effect from the drink. He set his own down right next to hers, which had a decent enough portion missing. "If you want to drink from the top of mine as well, that would probably be easier for you than trying to reach the bottom half of yours," he said sagely. Of course, as soon as she'd taken half of the other, he would combine the two classes to make for yet another full one.
He knew very well how he was feeling, and damned his pants even as he was glad to have them, custom tailored to suit his tail as so many had done. He didn't want to scare her off. At her presumed age, whatever it was, any experience she had was likely minimal. Just keep feeding her drinks, keep her talking, keep her asking questions. "How long would you say you've had an eye on banders then, Maji? And how do you like the drink? Goes down warm, doesn't it?"
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Post by Spiderfly on Oct 6, 2007 21:13:24 GMT -5
Jenn and Jag both receive 2 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Jaguara Katial on Oct 6, 2007 21:35:36 GMT -5
The way he wrapped his arm around her was felt different from before even though it was not. She found that she was rather fond of being in his arms and she was beginning to realize that she wanted to be closer to him, but yet she did not make any move to do so. She was here with him to talk about banders, right? When he mentioned not always having the skill and touch to handle banders as his hands roamed her body she grew slightly tense. She liked the feeling she was getting but she did not quite understand what was going on. No one had even explained the birds and the bees to her, though she had seen a little bit of affection between loves while wondering the streets. Holding hands kissing…an arm around the waist…the bipeds and humans she had seen do these things and the animals they would walk around very close to each other with an occasional nuzzle here and there. Was this similar to what she had seen? Did Ashwin like her in that manner? She again shrugged this off for how could he when they had just met? The couples she had seen, were ones that had been together for a while from what she could tell…not just some random get together.
She was brought out of her thoughts when he offered his glass to her, she did not want to seem rude so she nodded and took a sip out of his glass. The drink did indeed warm her from head to claw. “Yes it does…this…this is the first time I have ever had a drink that has done that before. Its different”[/b] Even though she hadn’t had any teachings in the way of manners really, with her hard life she had experienced so far she knew that to decline something was really rather dumb, little did she know that some things were okay to decline. She thought about his question, which was a little hazy in coming to her in which she found again a little strange. “Umm…I umm…I was young when I first saw one. She was the red and black one that I spoke of earlier. I think that it was since then really that I began to notice them around and became more interested. What color is T..Treasach?”[/b] she was starting to get a bit frustrated at her lack of being able to think as clearly as she had before and she furrowed her brow when she was thinking of his bander’s name.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 7, 2007 13:43:31 GMT -5
Ashwin listened to her fumble her words just a little and almost squirmed, he was so pleased. Tipsy, feathery, young, pretty... apparently quite tactile... the only thing that could make it better was a bipedal form, and really, he didn't mind working around that at all. It just required a bit more care on his part. No big deal.
"Treasach is a khaki dappled blanket, a dilute of green or yellow," he explained, remembering the pretense on which he had brought her here. Ah yes, she'd wanted to learn about banders. Hmm. How could he...
Oh. Yes. Of course. "So you noticed the scars, but would you like to hear where they came from?" Without waiting for a response, he scooted a tiny bit closer, which was no mean feat considering how close they already were, and took hold of the top of the wing furthest from him. He brushed it against his nose and mustache. "This one was an angry kitten. Against his neck. "This one a stubborn female who hadn't yet weaned her kits. Along the top of his chest, just by the shirt. "This one...Treasach, during his initial training." He raised an eyebrow and smiled, the hand not holding her wing beginning to roam a little more boldly. "Would you like to see a few more?"
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Post by Jaguara Katial on Oct 7, 2007 14:09:51 GMT -5
She was about to ask him if khaki was his favorite color, but with her ever growing inhabitations in result of the alcohol she wasn’t able to ask fast enough as he grabbed her wing. Had she been sober the action alone would have freaked her out enough to want to bolt away from his embrace, but instead she just laid there and let him maneuver it in any manner he pleased.
It was as if he had been able to read her mind as he lightly touched the one on his nose and explained where that one had come from. She barely heard him as she became lost in his touch and embrace. Oh how she wished that she had fingers instead of feathers so that she could feel how each scar felt. She felt envious of not being born with a bipedal form at this moment, some thing she had never felt before. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand roaming her body. She wanted more…but no...they were suppose to be talking about banders…this was not why she was here. This was not why he had invited her here, but yet she did not want him to stop no matter how wrong she may have thought it in her head, her body told her that she wanted more and that she did not want him to stop. She slowly nodded a yes when his latest question entered her mind and as she slowly gave into his probing hand.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 11, 2007 7:15:35 GMT -5
"I rather thought you might," he agreed with a smirk. Oh yes, she was a lightweight for sure, fuzzy and confused after only one drink and a bit. Granted, they were strong drinks. He didn't keep any namby-pamby flavored water in his home, for all that he liked a bit of fruit flavoring his drinks. Smorton's brews were good for that. He wouldn't even need to bring out a Triller with her already leaning into his touch like that.
Alchohol pleasantly warming his own veins, the pine martin withdrew his touch to remove his shirt, dropping it to the floor beside their cushion. His chest had several prominent scars slashed across it, all of them obviously from the claws of banders. Most looked quite old and had started to fade, but some of the fur never grew back. He didn't mind the look himself. Besides, some chicks - avian or otherwise - really seemed to like them.
He held his arms out, leaning closer and smelling the alcohol now lacing her breath. "You can touch wherever you'd like, my dear, provided I can do the same." Gray eyes held her pretty blue ones, admiring the color even as his hands itched to resume their explorations.
((*cough* Unless Maji is going to do some serious protesting, Ashwin is going to keep pushing until he gets what he wants, gently if he can and rougher if she resists, though he's not drunk enough to go to extremes. I'd rather not take this into mature writing territory right now. A bit too much on my plate to focus on that. XD Where would you like to jump to the next morning?))
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Post by Jaguara Katial on Oct 11, 2007 11:32:41 GMT -5
She nuzzled up closer to him without a word, her conscience thinking was numb and therefore she was letting her body and hormones control her as she sat up and preened the closest scar with her avian tongue. She had to feel him and this was the only way she could currently do so. His words had gone in one ear and out the other without a chance for her to comprehend them but as which the state she was in she did not care either. She only wanted to feel more of his touch.  Sunlight was beginning to peak through the window nearby as she stirred from her sleep. She blinked a few times and almost jumped in surprise at being indoors and in a bed…and with…a man never the less. She laid there next to him and tried to remember the events that took place last night but most of it was hazy. She remembered the bar and meeting him, their common interest in banders brought her here. From there things got hazy but she clearly remembered that she had liked what had happened and she nuzzled against him feeling his warmth penetrating her feathers and down to her skin. |
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