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@iskrenthebear
The wolf I will follow into the storm To find your heart, it’s passion displaced By ire ever growing, hardening into stone Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace
[ @themadamelioness ]
[PANZER] An Awkward Moment
Iskren frowned for a brief moment, as he stared down at the tome in his hand, and the blade that had accompanied it. Head tilting back somewhat, the typically napping Warmonger stared at the ceiling of his chambers within the Hold, and sighed. “’Deliver this to Dai Lo An’daran’s office on the second day that I am gone’. By the Gods, this man is truly annoying at times. As if he knew that I would be free, and able to do this...”
Even the Bear had to admit, that things had been surprisingly quiet about the Hold. With the Dread Father out, he expected that there would be hysteria, or someone always trying to have their hands held, or, Gods forbid, another case of no one being in the know of anything. That day still gnawed at him, given he had no idea why the monster that they followed had just up and vanished for days on end.
Regardless, the past couple of days had been quiet...
... Well, until someone lit the Dread Father’s office aflame...
“Yeah... not going to ask who did that, and not going to bother with that.” Moving from his spot, the man finally stalked out, and found himself to be so grateful that he didn’t run into An’daran for the moment. Walking quietly through the two storied building, Iskren found the large desk and set both items down, before reaching down to adjust the blade hanging off his belts and making his way out of the building.
It wouldn’t be until the Dai Lo eventually came to the office, finding the two items left upon her desk. Beneath the cover of the book, upon the first page sat a folded parchment, something that Pride knew Iskren would not go looking through, merely following the instructions to see it brought to her desk.
By the time you are reading this, I am quite certain I will have departed. Fret not, for I have full faith that you are capable of handling things. While I am aware of the talk we have had predating this note, I am also aware that I do not merely just choose someone at a whim to place in a position they do not deserve.
You are Dai Lo. You are someone they are to look to. This is not an organization of hand holding. If you need to put your foot down. Do it.
And now, onto the purpose of these items. I have seen something in you. Something which needs further nurturing and knowledge being poured into. Thus, this tome full of ancient evocation and conjuration spell work. You may wish to consult that other tome that you had at one point, informed me of.
The second item, is a blade that I have had stored away. It has no use to me, however I believe it will be of better use for you. There is a small crystal that has been built within the center, hence the length of it, that can be charged with magical energy. It should help you as a focus.
I expect some manner of results when I return.
Pride.
[ @doriandrin ]
Norman Reedus Characters -
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The Witch and the Bear: SFW: 1, 4, 14
Who cooks?
Neither, they order food from the bar below his room or eat out. She is not one cook, however, she would be charmed if he did cook a meal for her.
Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?
Iskren for sure! Mae would complain then hire someone. While he fixed the leak, she would be sure to stand near him teasing him often with soft touches.
Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?
Mae for sure hands down. Iskren wouldn’t seem to mind too much and would even give her funds to go shopping for new clothing, stockings if she asked. She would have a little corner that belongs to her in his room but at her own place, it would be unlikely he has even seen it.
Any spoiling he would give her would be paid back in pleasing ways for him.
@iskrenthebear
The Witch and the Bear: NSFW: 1, 5, 15
How often do they have sex, if at all?
Mae is needy, she would taunt him with the desire for sex as often as she comes to see him. Maybe once a week, she randomly shows up at his door with no questions asked.
If they were traveling together someplace or shared a living area he would always have her jerking on his belt wanting his attention. Lustful Mae would wear him out making sure he slumbered well.
Favourite positions?
She rather enjoys being on his lap. Having control until he losing his own and pins her down. Even times she would bend over for him, as she likes to change things around.
Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share?
Open for Mae has been through the ringer with her past marriage. She has a hard time settling down and is rather private. At times she just doesn’t show up, other times she seems to cling a bit.
Their work will pull them apart at times, then toss them together for a week or so.
They don’t speak of others they see if they do sleep around.
Mae could see Iskren wanting to settle down someday with someone and she is not for sure if she could ever be that for him. So she lets him keep his options open.
@iskrenthebear
The noise of something cawing rather loudly above him stirred the Elf into rising, a grumbling noise as he glanced about. It took him a few seconds to recognize the mad woman and the so-called loner that his boss employed. “What? It’s not even fourteen bells into the day and I’m being disturbed.” He growled, jade eyes squinting to glare at the pair in his groggy state of being.
Saeja giggled, holding out the sealed envelope while the rather large bird of prey came to rest on her shoulder. “Gotcha somethin’~! Since ya haven’t bothered to go and see the damn woman, I did some snoopin’!” She seemed rather pleased with herself, while Renolas just shook his head, adjusting his rifle and heading on off.
With a drawn out sigh, Iskren broke the seal and pried it open, drawing out the surprising photo that was within it. “The Fel...? And exactly how did you--” Looking back up, all that was before him aside from the grass, trees, and Renolas’ departing form, were feathers black as night trailing down to the ground. “--get this... Quite sure she’d be annoyed that a supposedly dead man has such a photo of her..” He fell backwards, laying it flat over his chest, and yawned.
“Shit. I don’t even have the original photos we had.. Yep. Definitely going to be mad.”
[ @themadamelioness for mentions and the lovely submission. Thank you dear!]
Send in sexy pictures of your Muse to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts!
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💭💭💭 For Mae and the Bear!
For every 💭I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.
I enjoy the affection, but at times he gives me looks as if I might just be poisoning him.
I did mean for him to wake up, who are we kidding? I had to know how he would handle the truth.
He only knows this much because of how we met, otherwise he would know nothing at all. I wish I could change it so he did not know.
@ebonconclave ( @iskrenthebear )
Send me 'work out' to catch my muse doing yoga/working out.
💭 Mae and the Bear!
I wonder what it is that keeps her eyes on me. Definitely not my looks.. Maybe there’s something I’m not noticing.. I’ll need to keep an eye on her maybe..
@heelsandtorment and @iskrenthebear since it’s his thoughts
SS: Iskren sat up quickly on the sofa, eyes a bit groggy as he turned left and right within the sitting room. The noise, it sounded familiar, meaning that Maeskia was back, but he never heard anyone come in. "Fuck." He quickly grabbed the curved blade resting at the arm rest, and shoved through the door he identified her to be behind... forgetting that led to the bedroom. "Maeskia!" He paused, blinking at the sight.
In barely nothing, Maeskia was bent over before now open door. Soft whispers echoed from her lips as she moved in what seems a circle. The sway of her hip tantalizing, the shadows circled her form. They blurred the view of the woman. From the light behind Iskren a soul stone in her palm reflects the rays turning them purple.
The tattoo on her left bicep shimmer as it seemed to bleed into her skin. The word Ghaaroon seeped into flesh dripping down her arm. She had warned him once they were more than just what seem to be runes or written demonic words.
“N ipaaej oep he seal zlmih ej hrl iepb. Blh nh glih nj oepg flbbo” Her chant become loud as Maeskia tossed the stone into the middle of the floor. From her arm, the ink once written in black burnt a brilliant fel green webbing a vein along the length of her arm toward her hand.
Her chin lifted to the ceiling and lips parted in a painful moan. The now green ink formed a shape of her what seemed to be a wolf, it raced over her hand into her palm. Hand lower to the ground and the tattoo took shape of a true Fel Hunter.
With a bitter howl, the beast circled his mistress eyes glaring at the man holding the weapon in the door frame.
“Ghaaroon” She purred as she gasped for air. Free the magic that had ripped from her own skin, always cost her in some shape or form.
@iskrenthebear
Iskren had eyed the process, and the woman who was doing such a ritual. He was damn lucky that he had closed the door first into the actual room itself, and quickly placed the scimitar down, feet carrying him quickly across the short distance to kneel beside her.
“Out of all the things you decide to do when I’m knocked out. It’s summoning one of your demons.” A lazy green gaze fell upon the Fel Hunter for a long number of seconds, before falling back to Maeskia. The Warmonger guided a hand to cup her back, the heat emanating from her causing him to scowl. “Come on you. And you,” he stared at Ghaaroon. “you bite at me, and I’m sending you back to the Nether, absent your Master’s touch.” He threatened, or moreso promised, lifting Maeskia fully into his arms and carrying her to the bed before depositing her upon it.
Arms folding over his front, lips set into a thin line, he sighed, head shaking.
[@heelsandtorment]
Ghaaroon bared teeth at Iskren, a growl rumbled from the demon as Maeskia was picked up. He looked ready to lunge if the mistress seemed harmed. It took the demon a few to understand Iskren was not the threat.
With in seconds Ghaaroon seemed to forget about the pair and lunged for the soulstone Mae had tossed before the summon spell was finished. Whatever was trapped inside hissed in pain as the Fel Hunter locked in draining the stone empty.
“Iksren, you were supposed to stay asleep.” Mae laughed as she seemed a bit out of sorts settling into his sheets. Her slender body stretched out on the bed, lazy hands grabbed at the blankets trying to cover herself. “I have to feed him before we head out to battle, I wanted to make sure he would obey.” Plus she didn’t want to summon Ghaaroon in her own inn room and leave a trace of demonic just incase. So she had used his instead.
“Be a dear, if you don’t mind. Bring me a scotch, it would be best you didn’t watch what happens next.” She rolled to her side watching over the fel hunter with an odd look of pride in her eyes.
@iskrenthebear
That brought a dry chuckle through his body, though it was clear he still held a hint of annoyance in his gaze upon her, the fact that he had to deal with the lingering of fel within his own room. Clicking his tongue, he drew away, walking straight as his still sleep-addled body would allow. It was a problem, but not something that couldn’t be fixed. Just... it added to things.
Eventually he did return, a glass with a chunk of ice within it and the whole bottle of scotch for her to keep. “Probably right. Knowing me, I’d probably go back for the blade. Gonna be back in the sitting room. Try to keep it down.” He reached out, touching her temple and giving a gentle push, before turning and heading back out while gathering his blade and slamming the door shut.
“Gonna be a long fucking day... Better just tell Hamuun I’m gonna be late.”
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