#sinitarthereborn

[thegreatstrongbow]

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He hadn’t taken the shot for his master out of selflessness. As far as Beleg could see, it was a win-win situation. Either he survived, hopefully, and his master would reward him - perhaps even with his freedom - or he died, and he didn’t have to put up with him any more. The shot caught him in the right of his chest, passing almost all the way through. Beleg gasped, blood pouring out as he clutched at his side, dropping to his knees.

“S-shit...”

[pxnxply]

He had been stalking this ship for days. It’s signature was unfamiliar; not alliance, not civilian, nor any known merchant ships. Curiosity drove Julian to investigate further. His cruiser drew up alongside the ship, signalling for it stop. The pilot sent a transmission across the communication system, forcing his way past their firewalls. He loved this trick; it was easy to pretend to be military, so they let his crew board. By then, it was too late to stop the raid.

“This is Captain Carballo. Alliance military. Identify yourself.”

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[tearfulmaiden]

The first thing Daliron did upon his return was to seek out the princess and greet her with a courteous bow. "Ah, my lady. Apologies for my absence. Has everything been to your liking so far? I hope the crew hasn't been much of a bother."

The blonde had been in the middle of inventorying her jewelry and dresses when the captain found her. She stopped what she was doing to turn and curtsy to him in return. “Everything has been just fine. I have yet to meet the entire crew, but I will make an effort in the coming days to do so… thank you again, for your help…” Nienor smiled and bowed her head in thanks.

[endimion-issyl]

Jezebeth's dress swayed, following her graceful form as she moved like a serpent around the handsome dancer. Daliron watched the scene with a cigar pressed to his lips. The sons were busy boasting and arguing like children, leaving him alone with a glass of sour wine. Eventually, his half lidded eyes moved to the servant who seemed to be enjoying the feast as much as him. "Is this the best wine you have, boy?"

The question startled the young elf, as had become a norm in this house - a sudden command where he had been largely left alone. This time however, it was not the Master’s voice that pulled him from his tired daze, but the grim man in the chair in the back. 

Endimion bowed to buy himself a moment’s thought. 

“Master instructed us to only serve the best summer wine to his esteemed guests.”

It was a textbook reply, if people wrote textbooks about how slaves should speak and behave. He’d had many decades of practice. Even so, the grim man, the Master’s father, he remembered, gave him an uneasy feeling, and Endimion dared not meet his eyes.

[naganye]

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Aradir didn't like this place. It was dusty and unclean and there were people everywhere. Still, it wasn't his job to give his opinion, so the Vierr kept his mouth shut. He was here to provide security to one of the nobles, precisely because of the number of people. His weapons were on full display and he didn't look particularly cuddly.

[chiefcxuncillxr]

“My lord, you look very... handsome today.”

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[ramblingsofamoonwatcher]

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//I think it’s obvious who I’m seeing in these pictures… (Second image by Zeilyan~Deviant Art)

[tearfulmaiden]

The morning dawned and its rays illuminated the bed upon which Daliron and Nienor were sleeping. The archmage opened his eyes, stretching his bare body lazily as he rolled over to reach for the half-empty glass of wine. The night was unforgettable and it still brought a smirk to his face as he remembered his performance. He looked over with a grin and saw the luscious locks from Nienor spilled over the satin pillows.

She had not slept well…all night she hugged her arms to her chest and tried not to cry. The feeling was awful- terrible and dirty, being with someone like that…she felt like a whore…and that’s what she was, in a way: he’d paid, and she’d given him what he desired. It was so hard to pretend like she wanted this- like she was enjoying herself…and the absolute worst part was, at times, she was. He’d succeeded in pleasuring her once or twice last night, her body simply unable to fight it’s most basic desires. That was what felt the worst…

Now she could tell Daliron was awake, so she closed her eyes and pretended to still be asleep, praying that only his gaze and nothing else would wander her way. 

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