TW; Language, Erotic Themes


It might've been summer in full bloom, but even warm weather had its chilling shadows. Afterall, Mother Nature was an unpredictable Bitch. It started off in minute details. A subtle breeze. A pinch of silence. A passing glance. She was teasing her subjects. The masses would mostly ignore her invigorating temptations, but, then again. Most of these flesh heaps were nothing but roaches, crawling across earth's floor. A ship had arrived earlier this evening and from it had departed a being of Sexuality and Brutality incarnate.

This being didn't have a sense of what overselling was, her culture was a secluded kingdom which no mortal dared to step foot in. She had grown up with true freedom to express her purest desires. These insects were dressed from head to toe in rags of cloth. Horribly sewn together by even less capable ones, most who's fingers shook at any given moment. -It was supposed to be fashion?- A breath left her pursed lips in distaste, walking down the wooden brow as gracefully as a Queen should.

The high quality silk draped around her legs rose up to wrap around a bone pelvis. It covered her most intimate regions. The skin along her calf and thigh with each light step. Her skin tone was as white as freshly powdered snow, disappearing behind the black veil as another step was taken. The woman's naval was taught and exposed, muscles above her hips flexing as her buttocks recoiled beneath her dress. She was elegant and the spine that ran up between her breasts moved with her. Its ribs wrapped around her torso with a wicked softness; much like a mother holding her dead child.

"I desire a drink. I give no fuck's of the cost."

The Queen's demeanor completely flipped the second her heel kissed the stone walkway. All sense of posh-ness and elegance disappeared. -She was a Rasvadian afterall.- A twin set of candy colored iris' blazed with a fury beneath that skull dipped in crystal mask, its horns and adornments stretching up like a boutique of floral arrangements. "None of that cheap shit. I want my palette fucked by Alcohol." Her voice was mixed with tones of femininity and baritones of savagery as it stabbed at the air.

Several bystanders looked down at the harlot dressed woman as a man twice her size began to speak. -My Queen. We've only just arrived, we don't know the layou-" He was cut off as her hand snapped up and wrapped around his jaw, her nails digging into his softness beneath his tongue. She had dug her sharp heels into the man's knees and in an instant her free hand had lashed out to backhand him. "So, go fuckin find one." This time it was a command and there would be no arguments as several men left this pairing.

Resepi bite her lip beneath that mask and ran a single nail down the man's jawline, purring heavily as she tilted her head so that her lollipop orbs locked onto his dark eyes. "Tell me, do you know how fast one bleeds when their jugular is severed?" The man inhaled and she could tell he was holding his breath. A dark and twisted girlish giggle left her own throat as she ran that nail down the side and across the lateral line of his throat. "It's simple really. Faster than it takes to turn you on."

She twisted her body and despite her size she tossed this man into the middle of the street. Landing in a crouched stance before rising back up to her full height. "First to the bar, first to drink, Da?!?" Her voice rang out as the man rolled up to his knees, taking off into the crowd, who were blatantly looking down at her again. The presence of so many eyes filled her heart and her Goddess complex to the brim. It was tittering on overflowing. It had to be quenched, and she reached beneath her dress, pulling out a short but deadly looking group of thirteen blades.

The tiny woman's tongue ran from their base to the tip, tasting the metallic tang of each one. Leaving several light set cuts, pooling blood and the taste of copper across her pink tastebuds. "Now, are you lot trying to fight, or fuck?" She couldn't help herself, this was becoming a rather edulging evening as everyone resumed walking quickly off. It left her empty and unsatisfied, spinning two of knives around her index and middle finger.

Resepi set off herself and she'd sling those knives like an experienced gunman, back into the leather straps around her thighs. Her body flexed and bulged in all the right ways as she walked, feeling the soft cold breeze upon her skin. The dark brown and white hair that fell down to the middle of her back bouncing and wafting in the wind. It took some time but finally a rather large building lay before her, this was the finest bar her scouts could find. The prices of its liquor sent normal insects running for the hills.

The Queen of Savages lifted her head to the doors, walking up to the door man as he stated the price. -How fucking cheap.- She set those coins in his hand and entered the door, dismissing her crew back to the ship. It had been enough stupidity for one night and she wanted to enjoy silence. Once inside the woman made her way to the counter, looking at the woman who was a fare taller than her. "You're finest. Bottle." A simple request and yet this other hag looked at her as if she was crazy. "Piss me off, I beg you. You'll be holding your damn jaw as you choke on your tongue. You egregious fuckin ass pastry."

The insult rang from her tongue as quickly as the moon had plastered its silver light all over the building's insides. A bottle was quickly set down and she took it, heading for a balcony beyond a set of glass doors. When she was outside she reached up and over her head with an opposite arm, peeling off the helmet with a sighing breath. Her teeth biting the cork and ripping it off before she took three heavy swigs, sloshing the first around within her mouth. "meh." A swallow later and the tiny woman shrugged, before slamming the bottle and her free hand on the balcony. "Beggers can't choose who beds them."

"Ah, a fellow philosopher," he said in tired sounding amusement. Tired sounding, but quite amused all the same. From where he sat, lounging on a fainting couch and gazing up into the night sky, Kerr smiled gently into the darkness above. He was barefoot, his boots set neatly next to a short table that itself was adjacent to where he reclined on the couch holding a tray of items. His sturdy woven leather pants, his light tan linen shirt, and his tussled curly blond hair standing out against the red satin cloth and black lacquered wood of the furniture itself. Though really, the greatest contrast was the oddly bright green liquid in the tipple glass he held loosely in one hand that matched the liquid in the glass bottle on the table. A spatula-like metal implement, a bowl of sugar cubes, and a open oil lamp with a low flame. A little pile of shaven sticks sat there as well. Absinth. "Though painted in somewhat colorful terms, you speak a fundamental truth... even as you remind me of some animal or another I've seen in my travels... hmm," he finished thoughtfully.

In the entire time since he'd made his presence known he'd not looked at her, just gazed forward and upward into the distant night sky as if waiting for a fireworks show or something to begin. Maybe watching for dragons, given his drink of choice. "Expensive bottle you're holding, but not a good one. They've been fleecing the minor nobles with that vintage for the better part of two years. Pup earls for leagues in all directions swear by it in public and dread drinking it in private, fearful that they will fall from grace if they resist the predominant fashion. So lost in what others think of them, how they might look to their..." He suddenly brightened, his head coming up as he pointed at her with the hand holding the tipple glass. "An Orchid Mantis! That's what you remind me of," he said as if he were relieved to finally put a finger on the vague thought from mere moments ago. "You'd like them, look like flowers but it's a ruse, to draw in prey."

He let his head drop back once again, a pleasant smile on his face. "Want a real drink?"

The short four foot eleven woman drank the bottle just as quickly as it had opened. Twin dual streams ran down the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the stone floor beneath her feet. Her bright pink iris' opened at the sound of a man speaking, lids narrowing in search of him. He wasn't speaking directly to her that much was clear. However, it was all spat idly in her direction. There was a shift of the bone rib cage wrapped around her tight frame, tilting her skull slightly as she watched him. -A female hyena staring at annoyance.- His words held little umph. It was the rambling of a young man, sighing as bored crawled its way up her throat. A groan leaping from her lips, mind pondering over when he'd shut the fuck up.

It dawned on her that most of these diluted bitches probably enjoyed being talked to infinitely. Resepi held no such desires in her soul for she was from a tribe of bloodlusting warriors. Men who talked too much were bugs. Each time she inhaled she grew even more annoyed, tiny chest rising and falling at a steady rate. There was a brief debate on whether or not she should leave this toadstool lost in his own voice. "Do you love hearing yourself?" She'd bark back at him at the orchid mantis comment, right wrist twisting as she slung the empty bottle through the air.

"Want a real drink?"

Finally, something worth staying in this pathetic establishment over. The silk which clung to her thighs spread away, walking toward him with intent. A drink was worth a little indulgence. So, she was going to humor this overly glamored male, but she wasn't going to drink from the glass he held. Instead, she took from the source. Her dress spread out leaving very little for imagination as her ass fell back into the seat across from the blonde. The bone armor was becoming a nuisance, spinning the fluid in the bottle with her right hand. The fingers on her left hand wrapped around the collarbone as her right leg crossed over her left.

"You have until I finish."

The light voice lashed out like a cobra flaring it's hood, buckles on the back of her top coming undone. Resepi peeled off her top, allowing her small but firm breasts to hang free. Several onlookers would stare as she leaned back into the seat, but she didn't care. Placing the top next to her as she took a rather large sip, burning the back of her throat as she closed her eyes. A sigh of relief leaving her lungs, complimenting the burn before looking back at him. "What do you desire?"

He made no response to her guzzling the bottle's contents down, nor to her tossing it except to idly track it's trajectory with his eyes for its brief moments of flight before he'd lowered his head to the single arm of the couch. Nor did he pay her huffing and puffing any mind. Ignoring her sighs of annoyance or boredom with equal resolve. "Yes, I do. Thank you for asking," he replied pleasantly and sincerely to her question about hearing himself. Seemingly immune to the tone and volume she'd used, apparently interpreting it as a genuine inquiry instead. "Words give means to meaning and were invented for one reason and one reason alone... to woo women. And in that pursuit sloth simply will not do." Silence was easy, and any idiot could be mistaken for a wise man just by remaining silent. Kerr was no wise man, just a very very skilled one.

"I am blessed with time," he maintained his pleasantness as he acknowledged her giving him some of the most precious commodity any being had to offer though he continued to stare up at the stars while she put on an admittedly impressive display whilst moving, sitting, and bit by bit undressing. He knew the urge, he'd taken off his boots as soon as he'd sat down. Even after having fully disrobed and bathed, changed into fresh clothes, and not done much since a mere hour ago it just wasn't relaxation if he was wearing his boots. He was receiving all the clues he needed to start defining her, though, and that was far more important than ogling a set of tits even if they were real nice ones. Besides, he had a feeling that would just make him like all the other men she pulled this routine on. He hated being just like all the others.

And then she asked him what he wanted. "A loaded question if ever there was one," he said in his same amused tone before suddenly sitting up and looking deeply into her candy eyes with his simple, soft, yet somehow knowing brown ones. "I want to make you a proper drink of that, rather than watching you suffer through its less refined state. It's good you've tasted it raw, though." He downed his own glass and set it aside on the tray, switching his hand to a clean one and holding it out to her. "Just fill it to about a quarter inch below the rim. I'll do the rest, your majesty." Oh, he knew a queen when he saw one. There was a demeanor to it, and she had that demeanor in spades. He was also fairly certain what she was the queen of but that knowledge was more useful internally than out in the night sky. In his peripheral vision he saw the few others that had been sharing the balcony with them start to leave. That was fine, he preferred her undivided attention while he shared a bit of culture with her.