Praeth
Tirza
Nadia
Araxie
Praeth strode through the hall at a slow pace. His appearance was known to Drakken nobility as the murderer who lacks that integrity to ever remove his mask. Thus, many eyes were on Praeth. He, in turn, carefully watched the nobles that stood about the hall, almost waiting for a confrontation. His body was relaxed despite the charged atmosphere, unlimited composure amidst overwhelming pressure. Praeth confidently walked without the slightest falter in his step, that was, until his breath hitched and he felt blood rush to his head. His entire body became taut, but the moment passed as Praeth realized the unnatural current of the air about him.
Is she being serious?
Casting a slightly condescending glance Tirza's way, Praeth could only shake his head helplessly.
Well, it's not like I have to be agitated by such a smell. What bothersome quipping...
Praeth raised his hand and waved it fluidly, his motions appeared neither quick, nor slow, yet somehow along the way the fact of his hand moving from point A to point B accomplished itself before it could be processed by the minds of those watching. A thin blade of water appeared from the tips of Praeth's fingers, they were not wider than a needle, nor much longer than a standard blade, yet they dispersed the air about them as if they were a shockwave, spreading out the air and aroma about him.
It didn't take long to see the confident composure suddenly falter, it was only a second but she knew that he could smell her. This was his doing, if he wanted to do this to her then he too was going to have to suffer the consequences. The look he gave her put a small smirk on her face as he shook his head. He no doubt thought she was being annoying, and she was. This was one of the reasons why she was considered trouble by her people, she did things to either get some sort of revenge or to just annoy people. Usually the two went together.
Tirza's eyes suddenly narrowed when she felt the air being dispersed about him. So he would rather others catch my scent? He would rather have others lust after me! Fine! She thought as anger and frustration clawed at her. She quickly looked around the hall and took note of a rather large Drakken. He seemed frustrated, either from his bride or lack thereof. She wasn't even sure he was a Lord or noble, but he seemed like a good one to turn on.
She commanded the air to take her scent to the other male. As soon as her scent reached him, his eyes snapped in her direction. He took a moment to think, but her scent was strong and made the Drakken forget reason. He began to follow the group, like how a wolf stalks it prey.
Tirza smiled inwardly, if her husband wouldn't give her the release she desperately wanted and needed, she would try to find it else where.
Preath, at the current time, was extremely aware of his surroundings; accordingly, he sensed that Tirza had changed her focus from his cloaked back and rather, the air undulations went in the opposite direction, he also sensed the large Drakken following the group. Praeth was not stupid, he understood exactly what had just happened, only, his lack of foresight to his and Tirza's actions was almost laughable. He was a fighter; likewise, he never truly thought about other's future actions unless he was reading for an attack.
I see. So she had intended to cause trouble from the beginning, understandably, she does not yet understand where misbehavior will lead her.
Annoying. I have engaged her ire I suppose, and she intends to engage mine.
Consequently, a sleepless night may teach obedience where I cannot. This is becoming tiresome...I suppose I should rid myself of this fellow Drakken before he does something I can't forgive.
Praeth's face darkened behind his mask as he continued to stride forward a few more steps, then stepping back and to the side of his brides, he swung his arm and body in one fluid motion. A blade of water slid from his palm and extended sizably until it was just short of the Drakken's neck. Again, despite appearing neither quick, nor slow, the fact that a blade had appeared at the large Drakken's neck, in a nearly non-existant time-span, remained. In one swing, Praeth had dispersed the aroma about the Drakken as well as threatened him.
"These are my brides, it's best you not pursue them, lest you wish to make my state livid. I am not so forgiving when I have been wronged, brother."
Praeth appeared as if he was ready to go all out in a heartbeat, everyone that looked could sense that he was prepared to kill on the spot should the Drakken continue to pursue him and his small entourage of brides.
Tirza began to notice that her breathing was becoming a little laboured and that the pausing every couple of steps was no longer working. Oh, it was going to be an ugly end for her and she knew it. She could feel the eyes of the other Drakken on her and a part of her wished he would just reach out and take, she didn't even care if others were watching, if it meant it got her the release she desperately wanted she would welcome it.
She wasn't paying much attention when Praeth suddenly turned forcing her and the other girls behind him. She smirked knowing that Praeth had "cleaned" the air of her scent. But since he was not looking, she gave a sultry stare at the other Drakken. She knew how to get the attention of the other Drakken without the air pushing her scent to him, plus Praeth would never know. If her husband did happen to look back, she would simply play innocent. She was really good at playing it, in general she was a good liar and fooled even the best inquisitors.
The Drakken stared at Praeth for a moment before looking over at Tirza and licking his lips. Even though he could no longer smell her, he knew that she was in need. He looked back at Praeth and narrowed his eyes to a dark glare. He was unafraid of a fight, but didn't want a bride, he simply wanted some tail.
"I am not looking to steal your brides, just one is.... aroused. I suggest you satisfy your whore, or risk losing them all.... The others all have small armies with them, while you have none.... So either do something about this whore or lose her." The Drakken said harshly as he was trying to control his urges. It was hard thing for Drakkens to do, especially if there was a "willing victim" at hand.
Baring his teeth and growling he turned and walked away, frustration plain in his steps. It was like he was fighting not to turn back and take the one he smelled.
Tirza was slightly disappointed, as she desperately wanted to do something about her current situation. She wasn't sure she could hold out for much longer.
Praeth's body relaxed slightly and he continued towards the table, though he felt the increasing amount of gazes from the surrounding Drakken, he did not fret the future consequences, he would take the events as they came, a method that required delusional amounts of confidence in his own strength. He was ever wary of those around him, but he awaited their actions before he acted in turn.
Rather than focus on the surrounding Drakken, Praeth focused on Tirza. It did not even take his analyzing glance to know that she had already expended energy she could not afford to use in her current state. Her games would most likely reach their end in the next ten or twenty minutes given the best case scenario, on the other hand, Praeth couldn't have her collapsing.
I suppose this won't do for much longer. I could release her, but the problem will continue. I could 'satisfy her', that would leave her content enough to atleast behave, I'm sure, but I cannot merely just leave and I have 2 other brides to care for. I could worsen the treatment but that would simply drop her in a literal heap of lust. I see, perhaps a merit system then. Damn, I haven't had to cater to someone like this in years, I am truly out of touch.
Under his mask, Praeth's features took on a vicious scowl, but it was hidden by the shadows of his mask and clock. Tirza felt the water evaporate from the surface of her skin, although the sensation settled down, the desire that had been built up did not depreciate in the slightest. Praeth had once again stood amidst his brides but while they neared the banquet table, Praeth lowered his head ever so slightly so that his chin just barely grazed Tirza's ear.
"Now that you have had a taste, behave and you will be released when you have returned to the privacy of our chamber. Continue your games and I will ensure your sleepless night. There are many levels of carnal treatment, of which, what you had just experienced was but the first level among many. Continue to tempt my ire and you will writhe in your sleep until every nerve in your body begs for contact, more than a starving Drakken begs for food." Praeth spoke with his slight stoop. His tone was more warning than anything. Of his brides, Tirza was by far the most troublesome, which caused Praeth's attention to be slightly monopolized by her and her antics. He felt almost ashamed for the neglect and intended to turn his focus entirely from Tirza should she begin to behave.
Tirza suddenly took a deep breath, she was unaware that she was holding her breath. But once the water that had covered her evaporated, she felt her body relax though a part of her wished to be touched. Oh she felt dirty for thinking that, but the desire that had built up in her demanded to be satisfied. Though it could wait, unlike just moments before.
She was trying to control her breathing , when Praeth suddenly whispered in her ear. She could hear the warning in his voice, a part of her new that he wouldn't hesitate to make her wither with desire but deny her satisfaction. But another part of her wished to test him. She always regretted not listening to the little voice in her head, but then most said she didn't have one (which was probably true). Cocking her head slightly, so that she could look at him, she gave a sultry smile. "Of course my Lord, I will behave." She said with a slight purr, whether she was telling the truth or not, she wasn't even sure.
Praeth was unable to read whether she meant her words or not, simply nodding firmly and stating offhandedly, "As I said, refer to me by name, not title." with a mutter he pulled out four chairs total at the banquet table and sat, allowing the brides to place themselves where they wished.
"Eat what you like, but it doesn't have to last you for the night, I will have foods delivered to the chamber as well." Praeth's mood had been slightly tightened with the many Drakken eyes watching both Praeth and Tirza. His frustration was ebbing but his brides, who had just heard him speaking in an optimistic manner, could read his anger.
