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Post by Lin on May 13, 2010 13:43:14 GMT -8
Attractive.. Alyster mussed to himself, unconsciously adjusting his hold upon the boy's small hips. Sliding his hand down and hooking it under the boy's bottom, playfully pinching Brair's thigh which earned him mewl of surprise. Smirking lightly as the child furled closer to his chest, feeling small hands curl in to his shirt, before a little head settled upon his shoulder.
"Mm... While that's a very tempting offer," The prince began though trailed off at the sound of someone shouting his name. "Unfortunately, I'd have to decline.. Right now, I'm not in a desired situation," He stated simply, sighing softly as they were over taken by a horde of panicked guards, aqua orbs closing slightly in a show of annoyance.
"Prince Alyster, you shouldn't have run off like that without us," The guard captain stated in his deep bass voice, pushing aside one of the lower ranked guards. Placing himself in between the Elven prince and the Dark Elf instinctively.
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Post by Youko on May 13, 2010 22:11:45 GMT -8
The smile remained, even as the offer was declined. He was pretty sure that it was because of the guards that his offer was rejected, so he went to the next best thing, "You know who I am," he began in a friendly tone, "the offer still stands, if your interested I'm sure that you can find me."
With that said he turned calmly, a gust of wind catching the crimson ribbon in just a way that untied it and sent it floating towards the Prince. Abel's hair seemed to nearly dance in the breeze before it settled attractively around his face, revealing that it was only shoulder length. He smiled one last time, almost as a way to taunt the blond, before he turned and began walking the original direction he had come from.
The Dark Elf made sure that the other, Alyster, saw exactly where he was going. Where as the crimson eyed man usually never stayed for the night, this catch would be worth it. He paused at the carriage to inform the beautiful youth of his choice before he turned to go into the inn, the youth following him soon after.
The youth returned a little bit later and began to untie the horses to take them to the stable that resided behind the inn. He was a beautiful boy, though was obviously a Dark Elf as well, his long ebony colored locks tied back with a crimson ribbon; much like the one Abel had worn. He was clad in shiny black pants that seemed almost as if they were a second skin, clinging to all the right places. His top was a black ruffled poet shirt that was only done up with one button, revealing his bronze chest for all to see. His eyes, however, could not be seen, as they were always lowered to the ground.
The reason why was obvious to those who knew of such a thing; a simple black leather collar donned his throat, the letters 'ADH' engraved in ornate silver script. That boy, who appeared not even fifteen years old, was a Slave.
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Post by Lin on May 15, 2010 10:01:23 GMT -8
Simply glancing at the child in his arms, the small boy shifted slightly and pushed himself away from the Prince's comfortable chest, turning a bit to face the guard captain. A seemingly innocent and friendly smile playing powder pink lips, easily disarming the captain's defenses, and ensuring his opportunity to reprimand the man. Small hand raising slowly, seeming to reach out in a friendly manner, that is until the little boy added a bit of speed to his movements, a solid sounding 'smack' soon to follow.
Eliciting a soft giggle from Brair as he retreated back to the Prince's chest, burying his face in to the material upon the Light Elf's shoulder. Receiving a soft kiss to the crown of his head, while strong arms tightened their hold upon the smaller frame. Indirectly, Alyster expressed the rank of the child compared to the guard captain, since the older man would not dare to strike the child in his presence or embrace.
All the while aqua hued orbs followed the Dark Elf with ease, glancing at the ribbon as it was pulled free of those silk looking midnight blue locks. Silently taking note of the length as the wind released it from it's gentle hold, "Indeed." Alyster replied simply, tiniest of smirks tugging at the corner of his lips.
Though, once the Dark Elf was out of sight, the Elven prince lost his amused mood. Aqua eyes narrowing with annoyance and disgust, "I do not want to see a single one of you in my presence again. You have no tactic or concern for my well being, despite your sniveling words otherwise."
With that said, the Prince turned on his heel and started back towards the castle, hunger had taken hold, after all he hadn't ate a thing before leaving on his walk. Besides that, Brair was starting to rouse the beast within, the little movements that seemed completely innocent to those around; were in fact the boy's way of waking up his sexual hunger. And he was indeed in the mood for a little taste of his rose thorn.
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Post by Youko on Sept 23, 2010 22:04:52 GMT -8
The next morning, Abel was seen standing in the same spot that he had met the Elf Prince the day before. He had spent the entire evening trying to devise a plan that would get Alyster to agree to come with him, and perhaps bring that child along with him. The dark elf wasn't against such a thing, though something about the child told him that not much training would be needed. It was the Prince that Abel had to break. And he was going to enjoy it more then any other.
Beside him stood the beautiful youth from the day before. He peered at the ground as he stood completely still, listening carefully for any possible orders. The ebony locks were mostly loose, hanging around his shoulders attractively, though the leather collar was still clearly visible. Surprisingly enough, the smaller dark elf was wearing something different then he had when he was first seen. It was slightly more modest, his black velvet poet shirt was buttoned up to the neck and hiding his chest from prying eyes. His pants were a deep crimson color, the fabric clinging to his skin much like the pants he had been wearing.
Seeing the two of them together wasn't the least bit unusual, as it was common knowledge that Abel Henningten had slaves. All of them completely obedient.
Abel calmly slipped his hands into the pockets of his dark blue slacks, his crimson eyes focused completely on the castle a little ways away. If all else failed, he would have to enter by force. That's where his slave came in.
"Keep on your guard, Gavril." Abel ordered softly.
The slave, Gavril, nodded once in understanding. His body tensed for a moment before it relaxed. He was ready for anything.
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Post by Lin on Mar 23, 2011 9:23:36 GMT -8
The following morning after his run in with the Dark elf, Alyster reluctantly pushed himself up into a sitting position, reaching behind him to adjust a couple pillows for him to relax on to. A soft sigh escaping pale pink lips, aqua colored orbs dull and seemingly glazed over as they scanned the enormous bedroom for any sign of a maid. A slight frown coming to pale lips after a moment, lifting a hand from the dark green blanket and wiping his brow slightly, finding that it was damp with sweat which only proved to upset him further. Shifting his weight as he leaned over towards the night stand, reaching for the large silver bell that sat innocently upon the polished maple, managing to grasp the handle while at the same time falling out of bed head first.
The bell letting a high pitched clang as it was sent flying through the air, since the Prince had released it in favor of trying to stop himself from falling. Though, his attempt to grab on to the night stand or head board was fruitless in the end. Hitting the floor just as a set of maids came running in, "Highness!" The exclamation sounding in unison as the women rushed towards to bed and their fallen 'master', stooping down to take hold of his upper arms and using them as leverage to pull him back up onto the bed.
As the Light Elf settled himself back upon the pillows, the blanket was pulled over him once again by one of the maids, who had taken notice of his unusual coloring. Sending the younger girl to get the Prince's personal doctor along with the 'wet' nurse that aided the young royal in taking care of the young light elf in his custody. Who decided to pop his head from under the covers, golden locks looking as if they had been caught in a wind storm for several hours, sleepy orange eyes zeroing in on Alyster as he inched closer. "Daddy..?"
At the innocent voice a gentle hand settled upon the tangled mop of gold, the simple gesture calming the concerned child and sending him back to sleep within seconds of the touch. "Daddy's a little...under the weather today, Briar..." Alyster murmured softly to the sleeping child.
{Don't use force yet, Abel. XD Talk to a guard first!}
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