Post by Chalyrr on Jul 7, 2009 22:38:43 GMT -5
The life you lead leaves marks and scars and you grow from each one. Maitresse frowns and looks at the words she has painstakingly translated from a dialect from an ancient world. The mahogany table she sits at was taken from the palace of a king, the chair luxurious but with enough support so that she can work without her body feeling the rigors of fatigue. Special lighting installed to not fade the ancient parchments the words are written upon makes her hair look like the skin of a ripe cherry and her skin almost as translucent as an early morning mist. Sighing and rolling her shoulders back, her black silk robe caresses her skin as she closes and rubs her eyes. “Do your eyes grow weary pet?” Mai rolls her head to the side, counting to 10 in her head in three different languages, the name she calls her always raising her temper, this demon Librarian and her had a bargain but she was in no way this woman’s slave.
“A bit.” She admits, leaving off the Mistress title she has been told to use. “But I know you have a cure so I am not worried.” Mai lifts her head with almost a defiant flip to her fine hair, the kind her hair will never achieve as it just slides over the silk with a whisper.
“After all this time, you are still so,” the demon pauses searching for a word in her head, she loves watching the worlds change and tries so hard to fit in to whatever is modern, “angtsy, or maybe emo, I am not sure which would describe you better. Maybe I should have you spend more time with the youngsters; they would know perfectly what I mean.”
Sighing deeply, the warlock rubs her hands over her face, lifting her glasses to allow them to rest on her head, rolling her eyes or any other sign of impatience would only lead to a longer list of her problems and she was trying hard to not to invoke another lecture from the head librarian and “culture keeper” of this realm. She had been loaned to this demon because she had acquired a special text that interested her Master and as his scholar Maitresse travels to many realms and depths of the demon caste to translate for him, but each trip came with a bargain, and sometimes Mai herself was the bargain. Here she was to educate Librarian Ssirtes on the current fashions and culture of the Sin’dorei as she wished to dress her slaves as such; already her slave quarters were much appointed like Mai’s own rooms in Silvermoon City.
Really, her deal with her Master was not so bad most of the time, he was an ardent scholar, but he was not able to show his face in other realms, so he sent Haaduun as her body guard when she needed him, she had access to the libraries that collected an infinite more amount of texts and knowledge than the lorekeepers of any living realm, and his mark did not create the physical issues upon her as the others did. Just thinking of his mark caused the black tattoo on the back of her neck to glow and pulse.
Ssirtes notices and sneers, “I do not know what that old demon sees in you. He has made blood bargains with some of the most beautiful women in any realm, but you are the one he keeps so close and shares so much with.” The demon untangles her long blue legs and rises off her divan moving next to Mai. One blue hand runs through the red hair, the nails combing through gently before sweeping the hair off her neck to the side with a tug. “He even marks you in a place of power, but you knew that, I have heard you required it as part of your bargain. Your succubus says your fire is strong, the chains you have forged to hold your imp and voidwalker show your strength, and I even hear rumors that your felhunter sleeps at your feet, not the other way around when you are serving him.” The Shivarra librarian runs her six hands over the elf’s arms, indigo skin almost black in contrast in the special light.
Mai shudders lightly in reaction, “Ah there is the fire she sees, but what is it he sees? I have visited your Master’s tower many times and I know his tastes and you seem far too delicate for his pleasures. Or maybe you suit other pleasures? Or maybe you please his guests? Shall you please me pet?”
“I am sorry Librarian Ssirtes,” speaking in the Shivarra dialect perfectly, “our bargain was made and struck and I will provide the services I have bargained for and only that.” As she spoke the purple tattoo on her lower back warmed, causing her breath to catch and her body to arch in reaction, her succubus could feel the touch of all six hands on her skin and was not pleased, or too pleased, it was always hard to tell. “But if you wish to make a bargain such as that for other services, you will have to speak to Shlante.” The tattoo warms with pleasure at her reaction and her response, the succubus always was in her head whenever another touched her.
Ssirtes wraps around the warlock, “Would you like if I bid for your services? Maybe just break your bond with your other demons and take possession of you so I can learn what the others see in sharing a pet such as you? A long forked tongue unrolls and traces across her neck, toying with the glowing black tattoo. Suddenly the tattoo on her lower back flashes, then the light blue shackle three inches higher, begins to match the others, the red claw mark between her shoulder blades warms, and Mai closes her eyes, the power of her bonds mix and flash in her true power, a lash of a deep purple power arcs and strikes the woman holding her, and forcing her back away from the chair, “I have struck my bargains true and have never been named oath breaker, you have no power over me but that which I have bargained for. If you wish me to continue teaching you I could, but if you continue this course nothing productive will come to it, and do you really want to try and test my powers?” It was not often that her demons allowed her to show her power in their realms, but the Shivarra had been trying to break bonds between other warlocks and their demons and it was time for them to see the truth. Now Mai understood why she was sent here to translate philosophical drivel in the old text, it was to act as a lesson, not for Master’s thirst for knowledge.
The warlock closes the book and stands, pushing the chair back with difficulty as it weighs almost as much as she does, then turns to face the Librarian, keeping the chair between them, “In fact, never mind. Thank you, I have learned what was needed here. You have gained the knowledge you asked me for, and I name this bargain closed.” As she states the word she makes an ancient symbol of binding with her hand, in bargaining with demons the symbols were as important as the words.
Taking a deep breath she kneels before the towering demon, then runs her fingers through the white gold chain that encircles her waist and is recalled to her Master’s tower, landing on the low couch that is her resting place here with him. Her black silk robe shines with glyphs of protection that are woven into the cloth to protect her as she travels through other demons realms.
“Well done Maitresse.” The deep voice, strong but dripping with honey in tone, “Now they will wonder what strength we hide in my tower. She lies when she states she has been here, I wonder why? Maybe to test your resolve, or where your heart lies, or what secrets you know. If any knew I was here keeping you to delve knowledge for me there would be great upheaval in this realm and your lands. Your service pleases me as always my little Owl.” Archimonde reaches out and pulls the white gold cord to him and Maitresse kneels at his feet, he reaches out absently to stroke her head as if she was a dog begging for attention next to his chair.
“A bit.” She admits, leaving off the Mistress title she has been told to use. “But I know you have a cure so I am not worried.” Mai lifts her head with almost a defiant flip to her fine hair, the kind her hair will never achieve as it just slides over the silk with a whisper.
“After all this time, you are still so,” the demon pauses searching for a word in her head, she loves watching the worlds change and tries so hard to fit in to whatever is modern, “angtsy, or maybe emo, I am not sure which would describe you better. Maybe I should have you spend more time with the youngsters; they would know perfectly what I mean.”
Sighing deeply, the warlock rubs her hands over her face, lifting her glasses to allow them to rest on her head, rolling her eyes or any other sign of impatience would only lead to a longer list of her problems and she was trying hard to not to invoke another lecture from the head librarian and “culture keeper” of this realm. She had been loaned to this demon because she had acquired a special text that interested her Master and as his scholar Maitresse travels to many realms and depths of the demon caste to translate for him, but each trip came with a bargain, and sometimes Mai herself was the bargain. Here she was to educate Librarian Ssirtes on the current fashions and culture of the Sin’dorei as she wished to dress her slaves as such; already her slave quarters were much appointed like Mai’s own rooms in Silvermoon City.
Really, her deal with her Master was not so bad most of the time, he was an ardent scholar, but he was not able to show his face in other realms, so he sent Haaduun as her body guard when she needed him, she had access to the libraries that collected an infinite more amount of texts and knowledge than the lorekeepers of any living realm, and his mark did not create the physical issues upon her as the others did. Just thinking of his mark caused the black tattoo on the back of her neck to glow and pulse.
Ssirtes notices and sneers, “I do not know what that old demon sees in you. He has made blood bargains with some of the most beautiful women in any realm, but you are the one he keeps so close and shares so much with.” The demon untangles her long blue legs and rises off her divan moving next to Mai. One blue hand runs through the red hair, the nails combing through gently before sweeping the hair off her neck to the side with a tug. “He even marks you in a place of power, but you knew that, I have heard you required it as part of your bargain. Your succubus says your fire is strong, the chains you have forged to hold your imp and voidwalker show your strength, and I even hear rumors that your felhunter sleeps at your feet, not the other way around when you are serving him.” The Shivarra librarian runs her six hands over the elf’s arms, indigo skin almost black in contrast in the special light.
Mai shudders lightly in reaction, “Ah there is the fire she sees, but what is it he sees? I have visited your Master’s tower many times and I know his tastes and you seem far too delicate for his pleasures. Or maybe you suit other pleasures? Or maybe you please his guests? Shall you please me pet?”
“I am sorry Librarian Ssirtes,” speaking in the Shivarra dialect perfectly, “our bargain was made and struck and I will provide the services I have bargained for and only that.” As she spoke the purple tattoo on her lower back warmed, causing her breath to catch and her body to arch in reaction, her succubus could feel the touch of all six hands on her skin and was not pleased, or too pleased, it was always hard to tell. “But if you wish to make a bargain such as that for other services, you will have to speak to Shlante.” The tattoo warms with pleasure at her reaction and her response, the succubus always was in her head whenever another touched her.
Ssirtes wraps around the warlock, “Would you like if I bid for your services? Maybe just break your bond with your other demons and take possession of you so I can learn what the others see in sharing a pet such as you? A long forked tongue unrolls and traces across her neck, toying with the glowing black tattoo. Suddenly the tattoo on her lower back flashes, then the light blue shackle three inches higher, begins to match the others, the red claw mark between her shoulder blades warms, and Mai closes her eyes, the power of her bonds mix and flash in her true power, a lash of a deep purple power arcs and strikes the woman holding her, and forcing her back away from the chair, “I have struck my bargains true and have never been named oath breaker, you have no power over me but that which I have bargained for. If you wish me to continue teaching you I could, but if you continue this course nothing productive will come to it, and do you really want to try and test my powers?” It was not often that her demons allowed her to show her power in their realms, but the Shivarra had been trying to break bonds between other warlocks and their demons and it was time for them to see the truth. Now Mai understood why she was sent here to translate philosophical drivel in the old text, it was to act as a lesson, not for Master’s thirst for knowledge.
The warlock closes the book and stands, pushing the chair back with difficulty as it weighs almost as much as she does, then turns to face the Librarian, keeping the chair between them, “In fact, never mind. Thank you, I have learned what was needed here. You have gained the knowledge you asked me for, and I name this bargain closed.” As she states the word she makes an ancient symbol of binding with her hand, in bargaining with demons the symbols were as important as the words.
Taking a deep breath she kneels before the towering demon, then runs her fingers through the white gold chain that encircles her waist and is recalled to her Master’s tower, landing on the low couch that is her resting place here with him. Her black silk robe shines with glyphs of protection that are woven into the cloth to protect her as she travels through other demons realms.
“Well done Maitresse.” The deep voice, strong but dripping with honey in tone, “Now they will wonder what strength we hide in my tower. She lies when she states she has been here, I wonder why? Maybe to test your resolve, or where your heart lies, or what secrets you know. If any knew I was here keeping you to delve knowledge for me there would be great upheaval in this realm and your lands. Your service pleases me as always my little Owl.” Archimonde reaches out and pulls the white gold cord to him and Maitresse kneels at his feet, he reaches out absently to stroke her head as if she was a dog begging for attention next to his chair.