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Post by Nako on Sept 18, 2009 12:04:00 GMT -5
 To put it kindly, Dorian's warren was the most -boring- place in the world. There were little to no plants. No grass. No trees. Just an endless, mind numbing desert that even didn't have the common decency to be warm half the time. And those strange... reflections, like heat mirages; Aisha was sure that they were driving her crazy. Absolutely mad. Aisha gave out a heavy sigh as she lay on her bed, sprawled out with her head hanging over the edge as she looked at the world upside down. Relatively clean, though sometimes little bits of sand would track their way into the house, the little granules sticking out like sore thumbs on the smooth floor. Huh. Those sandy nuisances wouldn't be nearly as annoying were it from say... a beach. Yes, a lovely beach where it is warm and lovely, where she could stick her toes in the briny sea! Perhaps she'd be able to convince Dorian to buy her a lovely book with pictures of different places? Would she dare to even ask, or would he find her request unreasonable and punish her? She slipped the mask off of her face, which fit there so naturally and flipped it around as if to look at it. It was her face she was looking at. Her identity. A bony Hisstor mask on a Highlander face. Was she perhaps supposed to be born Hisstor and something went wrong? Should she feel some.. connection to this land? If so... she had certainly failed at something down the line. "Why, hello there! How refreshing it is to see your face!." Aisha lilted into a high 'pretend' voice, dancing the mask before her face as if it were speaking to her. Can you say 'bored'? |
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 16, 2009 22:42:21 GMT -5
 Dorian's warren was a calm place. Sedate. Orderly. An oasis of peace in a chaotic world. It afforded its inhabitants the luxury of an idle lifestyle, especially its most important inhabitant. The servants pampered him, the Does adored him, and the world was as it should be most of the time. Speaking of adoring Does, he hadn't gone looking for one of his lovelies all morning and now it was well past noon. This didn't seem quite right. What had he been doing? Did he need to keep doing it? ...no, he really didn't. He was done for the day and free to pursue his pleasures, which had the potential to be many and varied. Food, drink, women, they were all delightful choices. Women perhaps most intriguing at the moment. He'd spent the past night with his darling Vishka and he still wasn't ready to seek out the fiery beauty for more than a curious dalliance yet. That left the exotic Highlander and her beautiful adornments high on his list. His skull and dagger were left behind in the study as, on quick paws, he swept towards her room. His steps would have been quiet, but for the slight jingle of earrings as he twitched the long ear and the clack of pearls as he adjusted a flop of mane with his right hand. The small sounds were muffled through the tunneled walls of the warren, however. The high voice carried a short ways down the hall from her room and he paused a few steps away, his brow knitting in confusion. Who... was in his Doe's room? That she was happy to see? One of the servants? He pushed open the door and peered in curiously, nose twitching, to be greeted by an unexpected sight. Had he ever seen her without that mask on her face? No, he didn't think so. She really did seem to lose something without it. Herm. Her face seemed naked, and not in the usual way. In the pretty-but-uninteresting way, and only because he was used to seeing it so beautifully adorned. "And how about my face, darling? If your mask is a refresher then perhaps I'm a cool bath?" |
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Post by Nako on Dec 17, 2009 0:14:12 GMT -5
More like a bucket of ice water.
Aisha jumped up in a near-fright, reflexively sticking the mask back on her face in such a fluid motion that it was obvious the action was almost pure reflex. In that half of a second her eyes were wide and on guard.
But it was only a second, and her laid-back ears flicked forward to give him their attention.. even if one wavered to the side with a hint of insecurity and embarrassment. She'd not had a visit from him in days.. preferring the company of that other Doe. It had caused a bit of a silent stalemate between the two it seemed, even if Aisha was the only one aware of it.
Still... hadn't she been bored? On some days she hardly wanted to see his face, but on a day when idle hands could do little more than cause mischief, her Jack would prove to be a far more cunning distraction than any leveret or Doe. This was especially true when such a danger as reprimand made that line so dangerous to toe.
"I prefer warm baths, actually" Aisha said most casually, able to keep the bite in her tone out by sheer force of will and ever growing practice. Her smile curled the corner of her mouth and she tilted her head coyly. "Especially baths scented with exotic desert spices... what -is- that shampoo you use?"
Was it strange that she found it fun to say things to flatter him? It was almost too easy to do; and his reactions so funny. He was truly an interesting character even if he didn't carry himself with the pride and poise of her father.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 17, 2009 9:32:33 GMT -5
Ah, he'd startled the little thing! How precious. Dorian kept meaning to ask about that mask of hers, but he hadn't yet managed to gather the focus to remember and she kept successfully distracting him every time the thought even began to linger in his mind.
Like now. He preened, one hand going up to rub back one long ear and fluff a bit of his mane at the same time.
Lovely lady. He had temporarily forgotten how observant she could be. He smiled at the coy little tilt, his expression stating quite clearly that she was on the right track for his favor. Then he moved forward so that he was leaning against the door frame - a thick tapestry curtain as opposed to a wooden door - rather than peering around the corner. In his mind, this also served to show off his stunning body to best effect.
"This past year, the traders have most graciously supplied me with a scent of cinnamon and vanilla, along with othe rsubtle undertones." The Leverets had sold it to him with the thought that he would give it to a Doe, but the fragrance had been far too appealing to use on anyone besides himself. Anyway, he rather liked his women smelling like... well... women. A Doe's musk was a delightful thing.
Speaking of... "If you like it so much, darling, would you care to share a bath with me this afternoon?"
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Post by Nako on Dec 18, 2009 16:32:19 GMT -5
Subtle undertones, eh? Perhaps a coveted secret to his scent that he chose to wear. It was an easy enough assumption considering he didn't lavish his Does with such exotic smells. Then again, he always liked the focus on himself.
A luxurious bath certainly was- well, it was more alluring than what she'd expected the Jack to offer, though no doubt that would come afterward. Still, could one even enjoy a bath in that delightfully large tub in his personal bathing room if he'd expect to be constantly pampered? Still though... this could lead to be an interesting day.
Her hesitation was only slight, and she gave the softest of sighs as if to convey the lightest, most whimsical of frustration. "Oh, it's near impossible to be a coy Doe when you offer to spoil me so!"
How strange it was.... she could write up an entire parodical play of the antics between herself and this Jack. Surely the things that went on in this warren were in fact a parody of what was the norm. Or at least, that was what Aisha hoped. In fact, playing along with this Jack was like some very screwed up game of pretend.
Sitting up straighter on her bed, she lifted a paw imploringly, dropping shoulders back and chin tilted up in the fully conscious attempt to appear quite approachable. "Are you staying in the doorway to be out of reach, my elusive Jack? Won't you come sit on the bed?"
Yes.. get a little closer. Get relaxed. Perhaps she'd be able to convince him to let her use this power she knew she had.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 19, 2009 11:33:19 GMT -5
"Oh, but it's such a delight to pamper a lady like yourself," Dorian returned with a delighted grin. So long as it didn't interfere with his own pampering, that was entirely too true! Even better when it complimented his mental image of himself as a suave lady's man with his own women.
His ears very visibly perked and flicked forward at that adorable little gesture of hers. Well, he'd certainly made the right decision this afternoon, hadn't he? Silly of him not to visit with her sooner. Perhaps he was merely misremembering her hesitation from before. His grin melted into a pleased smile as he pushed himself off of the wall and slowly walked forward. "I'd never wish to deprive you, darling. If you wish for your Jack's attentions, you have but to ask." He reached her side and oh-so-carefully took the upraised paw, pressing his nose against it. He knew that the claws were there, oh yes. It had taken him a while to realize that they were part of her allure. A hint of danger in a Highland beauty.
"And now that I'm here," he murmured, releasing her paw to slide down next to her and encourage her onto his lap, "what do you plan to do with me? Would a bath please you? Mmm?" He leaned back a moment to admire her mask and how well the bone complimented her golden eyes. Yes, such a lovely thing. An excellent match for one such as himself. She would make for stunning children someday. Hopefully those feathers would pass on.
One hand idly moved to stroke at the cheek just below her mask, rubbing against the bone at the same time.
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Post by Nako on Dec 19, 2009 22:06:34 GMT -5
Well, at least his vanity and ego allowed him to pamper someone other than himself! Even if under the pretense that it did not exceed what attentions that was given unto him. And.. how easy he warmed up to her even after her near-indifference when she first came into the warren. Perhaps he chalked it up to her being new, and was in fact somewhat forgiving? Fascinating.
It took all of her strength to keep her smile from turning into a smirk as the Jack's ears swiveled forward at her actions; so, she had surprised him?
It was his turn to surprise her when he dipped down so gallantly and took her by her paw, pressing his nose against it so gently. Aisha had been sure the man had been horrified by her claws, and was certain he'd want little to do with her paws at all. Despite herself, the insides of hear ears blushed red.
"Well... I'll certainly keep that in mind." Aisha managed to say, though her voice came out uncharacteristically soft, unable to find its usual power. She crawled up into his lap with some level of unfamiliarity with his body that likely be alleviated once the pair was well used to one another.
Flinching at the touch so close to her mask, she quickly attempted to make up for that fact by laying her own paw atop his lest he consider pulling it back because of her startled motion.
"A bath would be lovely, yes. I... was also wondering if there was something I could do for you as well." She stared up at him, wondering if he would concoct some innuendo from that statement. Well, in reality it was indeed an implication of something quite intimate."I... have yet to use my ability, but I get the feeling that you may like it."
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 29, 2009 14:57:33 GMT -5
Such a sweet assent to come from a previously reserved Doe. She really was young, wasn't he? Being a relatively young Jack himself, it was far too easy for Dorian to see most of the Rabbits around him as older and more experienced. But not so with her. She would learn with him. Beneath him, to be a touch more crude and amusing. How pleasant.
He held her against his lap with one arm while the other lingered on her face. Momentarily confused by her twitch, he let go of the thought when he felt her paw on his.
Yellow eyes stared down into gold and he wondered what she was thinking. "Oh, always," he agreed easily. The members of his warren could always do things for him. He rarely minded. Such a pleasantly attentive bunch. Her offer of an ability, however, had him perk up even more than she might have expected.
His first Doe, darling Vishka, had an ability with deliciously unexpected results. If this lady had an ability that could likewise serve him, that would make her inestimably more valuable. He valued such things.
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Post by Nako on Jan 9, 2010 20:26:38 GMT -5
Goodness! She hadn't expected him to be so willing; perhaps because she assumed he wouldn't be so brave. His obvious reaction to the statement said it well enough that he was interested, and she gave a broad grin. A guinea pig!
"A bath first, perhaps?' She inquired, brows raising questioningly. "I'd imagine you'll hardly want to be roused to do so once you are comfortable." Always make it about the Jack. It was a rule to live by.... and one that was surprisingly easy to get used to considering it took a very one-track mind. If she wanted a challenge then she'd play sudoku. Dorian's needs weren't exactly a puzzle, after all.
With a long sigh, she leaned against the Jack, making a point to relax in such a way that would perhaps suggest she didn't want to get up. What would he do? Tell her to get up? Would he be so kind as to carry her? She surely didn't know, but it didn't hurt to test the waters; not with the promise of doing something for him still lingering in the air. No doubt he would be driven mad with curiosity by her offer!
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 17, 2010 20:14:54 GMT -5
Ah, and the lady's grin said that she was eager to share whatever sort of marvelous ability she may have been gifted with! Dorian smiled in return, drawing his hand down and stroking his lovely Doe's neck as she spoke. Her breeding shone through with every word out of her mouth at times like these, most likely the difference between a born Doe and a raised Doe. Just as he was in many ways superior to Jacks who had to work for their status. Eugh.
"A bath would be lovely, darling. Especially if I'm left in a state afterwards that leaves me difficult to rouse." He let his hand slide down her neck and wrap around her chest, holding her against him. Little minx didn't want to leave anyway, did she? Simply blown away by his masculine allure and suave charm? He really couldn't blame her. He could be a little overwhelming at times, especially to such a young thing.
He toyed with her hair as it tickled the underside of his chin. Such spiky gold fronds. Close to, and yet so far from, his own glorious goldenrod. They would make beautiful children someday, he was sure.
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