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Post by Kitty on Jul 16, 2008 19:46:54 GMT -5
Truth be told, Mo was behaving himself at present ... there was nothing he liked more then confident, high ranked men ... but he had an agenda so he'd continue to keep his rather perverse nature in line. It was .... rather difficult though, then again ... he'd never tried before. Really it all depended on what was planned how long he'd be able to keep it up.
The walk took him into a part of the city he either didn't pay attention to as he passed it by or just hadn't been to often enough to really remember it. The house didn't warrant any of his attention until the crow stopped and knocked at the door, which caught his interest and pulled his ears forward once more and the masked stranger, whom he greeted with a courteous dip of the head and arch of the neck, did nothing to dismiss said intrigue. In short, Wulfram was doing a rather good job so far of keeping his attention focused and, well, was teaching him a rather nice lesson against making assumptions.
At the mention of dancing his expression lit up, oh how lovely! He absolutely adored dancing, although he was quite certain it wasn't the type he usually did. He had been raised in a court and received a proper queen's education though and certainly knew 'proper' dancing if that were to be the case. It would be rather fun either way, and the masks were a nice touch and certainly won the Jack a few points.
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Post by Vyn on Jul 24, 2008 23:56:34 GMT -5
Wulfram found himself grinning pleasantly, pleased with the weasel's reaction. Intrigue showed in his eyes, which went fully into Wulfram's favor, and the mention of dancing lit up his eyes. Entirely perfect! Wulfram loved when things went his way, and especially enjoyed being able to have fun while he got what he wanted.
"Vonderful!" The crow slid the mask on smoothly, nothing but his unusual red eyes and long silver-white locks showing through the concealment of his mask. "Shall ve dance zhen?"
Once both males were masked, the doorman pulled back and waved the guests through.
Although wonderfully well-lit, Mo would find the front room empty and almost quiet. That is, save for the muffled sound of music deeper in the house. The tempo was brisk and cheerful and just a little quirky; good for dancing. Once more Wulfram extended his hand to Morpheus, beckoning him to follow as he reached for the door.
"Zhis ist no Court ballroom, my friend, vill you be able to handle yourself?"
The crow's tone was gently teasing and full to the brim with playful challenge. In all honesty, Wulfram had no doubts of Mo's ability to handle himself in a party. No, what he was curious of laid far more along the lines of just what Mo was really like in such a situation.
Courtly airs were one thing, but they rarely gave you the full picture of a person.
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Post by Kiki on Jul 25, 2008 8:08:51 GMT -5
Kitty and Vyn 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 Kitty on Jul 26, 2008 15:15:37 GMT -5
Morpheus slipped on the mask as well, lifting a hand and used a claw to lightly tug a stubborn section of his bangs out from under it. It fit well, cluing him into the fact that Wulfram had, indeed, put some thought and planning behind this. Good, good, it kept his good mood in his eyes as he followed the other man inside. His ears remained erect, and tuned into the pleasant sound coming from the other room. How ... interesting.
His grin, which was possibly hidden by his mask, wouldn't be completely lost as he spoke, no, the humor behind it dripped into his tone ... he couldn't resist the urge to make a little perverse crack at the Crow's comment.
Oh, I can .... I'd rather be handled by someone else though.
His tail curled a bit more at the end, his mind was relaxing a bit ... just a bit. Wulfram would indeed be getting a better picture of who he was before the evening was over. Probably not the whole picture, but a better one for sure.
[[ Eh ... sorry for the crap >.> ]] |
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Post by Vyn on Jul 27, 2008 16:20:39 GMT -5
Mo's response brought an unseen arch to Wulfram's brow and, secretly, he was quite thankful that the depth of his intrigue was hidden by that mask.
This night was just bound to be a ticking time bomb. Already Wulfram could tell that Mo would have a knack for pushing his buttons and playing on those chords of intrigue until he broke. The crow was firmly determined to keep that from happening.
"Ist zat so?" His tone remained both flirtatious and curious, though the crow didn't push for an explanation. Instead, he thrust open the door and pulled them both into the cacophony of music and movement of the room within.
"Zen let us see chut how vell you keep up viff me, hm?" Smoothly he twirled the rat/weasel with him, grinning beneath his mask as he pressed them deeper into the din of the crowd. While Wulfram would have appeared more the stick in the mud than a skilled dancer, the crow would prove surprisingly light on his feet.
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Post by Kitty on Jul 27, 2008 21:07:58 GMT -5
The fact that the crow was masked was... mildly annoying. He couldn't read the man's face as well with just the eyes showing. Then again his father had been rather hard to read at first as well and he'd been able to study a human face since he was terribly small and he believed he saw a hint of something there so he'd just continue to 'learn' the Jack as the night progressed ... and be as charming as possible along the way. That's what Diamonds were known for, after all. Thus he merely continued to grin even after they made their way into the room, and into the midst of strangers.
Wulfram's comment pulled a light chuckle from his throat and he dipped his head ever so slight to his dance parter, his tone still light but edged with a bit of something akin to a challenge.
If I'm anywhere near as good as my uncle... you're in trouble my friend.
He let the Jack lead, this being his evening after all, and moved decently well at first and keeping his tail curled up and safely out of the way of his own feet and any others. However, once he managed to catch the gist of how the other mans body moved to certain tempos and changes he was able to start anticipating the man's next move. |
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Post by Vyn on Aug 13, 2008 20:36:51 GMT -5
If Mo was as good as he claimed, then Wulfram looked forward to his dance with the boy even more.
He had seen Varestes dancing on more than one occasion, but he'd never gotten a chance to dance with him. Oh no, he wouldn't be at all disinclined to see Mo display some of his uncle's skill on the dance floor. It would prove to be an interesting challenge, if nothing else, to keep up with a skilled little dancer
Although Mo would be unable to see the changes, Wulfram's grin intensified beneath the mask. "Very goot! I don't vant to hear eny less auf you." A challenge was always a pleasure, even in dancing, and the opportunity to have some fun with Mo along the way was far more than tempting.
Abruptly he twirled Mo, urging them into the crowd. His feet moved nibly, growing more and more accustomed to the weasel's movements with each twist and turn.
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Post by Kitty on Aug 14, 2008 1:14:49 GMT -5
He was a little surprised at first when Wulfram seemed to know who he was speaking of... until he put a little thought into it. They'd already established the fact that each of them 'kept tabs' on the members of the court and it just made sense that the crow had probably heard him address the Spade King as such at some point or another. The Jack he was presently dancing with had been at the court for as long as he could remember, hadn't he? That thought made him want to laugh, but he shoved the urge back.
He used the twirl as an excuse to shift the position of his tail and move it up along the back of his dance partner's leg. He could do far more with that semi-prehensile tail, but for now it would be used to test a few boundaries and perhaps tease a bit. It was a trick his mother used on his father, but if he knew that he'd probably be .... a little grossed out. He was .... rather perverse in nature but... they were his parents after all.
Besides, he couldn't help himself. The pale man didn't seem to mind his little... slip earlier and dancing, well, it put them rather close together and proved to be a rather good 'distraction'. And the other people? Simply the visual equivalent of background noise. |
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Post by Vyn on Aug 20, 2008 0:37:27 GMT -5
Wulfram did indeed keep tabs on his fellow court members, especially the high ranking ones such as Varestes. It didn't take long to catch rumors, or to verify them himself with the help of his little spy Kirill. He wasn't entirely sure what relation he had to Varestes -- or if it was even a blood relation at all -- but he didn't bother to question it anymore. Mo was there, and if he was speaking of a talented dancer for an Uncle than Wulfram could only assume one person that they were both mutually aware of.
As the swung about, however, and the weasel's tail slid up his leg, Wulfram let out a brief shudder and a surprised noise in the back of his throat. So he wasn't just a dancer, hm, but a tease as well... He would keep that in mind.
Rounding through a second turn, Wulfram pulled Mo to him and meshed their bodies together; grinding briefly against him before lightly pulling apart once more. Teasing in his own way, and without the added use of a tail.
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Post by Kitty on Aug 21, 2008 0:20:30 GMT -5
He could feel the shudder, and it was delightful, but that noise, which keen ears most definitely caught, was the best part of the reaction. He hadn't expected to get a reaction quite that .... fun from the Jack, but he most certainly wasn't complaining. It was times like these that he desperately wished he could purr. But then it just got better.
The crow's own form of teasing brought a noise from his throat that was part growl, part pleasure ..... he did so love to be touched and having a body pressed to his was just.... the best, especially when said body decided to briefly grind it's self against him. A shiver ran down his spine, the fur along the path bristling as he did. Oh, the man was just asking for trouble now.
Even though they weren't meshed together anymore, he arched his neck and placed his muzzle next to the man's ear and whispered.
You were warned.
His comment was in regards to the one he'd made earlier ... .about preferring to be handles by someone else .... he wasn't sure if the Tulgy would get it, but it'd be more ... .fun if he did. |
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