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Author Topic: Who are you to wave your finger  (Read 78 times)

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Offline Konstantin Timur

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Who are you to wave your finger
« on: Jul 12, 17, 07:31:43 PM »
Sophieneck was one of the best places for a beer in Kanonberg, the capital of Markoth and one of the only legitimate 'cities' of Rihland. Even that, it was nothing compared to the splendor of something like Port City, which Konstantin made a point of visiting once a month to check on his business interests. But even despite how far above Konstantin felt above the standard hairy, bearded Rihlander, he was still a Rihlander and he liked his beer strong and his food hardy.

Atop that, Konstantin had recently been made a part of the First Circle to the Court of Markoth. While Katrien was busy trying to rule, Konstantin had been continuing his business interests and making certain that the money still flowed into Rihland. It was a little infuriating how the rest of his people didn't seem to care about such things. They felt that hard labor was the only thing needed to make themselves happy. Konstantin, however, saw the lifting of the sealed borders as a gold mine of opportunity and took advantage of it. Elbremov was someone Konstantin neither celebrated nor vehemently hated. His ascendence had made Konstantin's life better, and so he kept his eyes away from the Black Mountain and on the ground.

Well... not only the ground.

His eyes swept across the spacious pub and he noticed the pair of wings first. The owner of them drew his eyes more, as the Eyrien woman was certainly attractive. Having fucked an Eyrien or two in his life, Konstantin did not hold the knee-jerk hatred of them as the rest of his people. He had disliked them when they were in power, but he saw the virtue of sucking up to them to get things done. Now that they were out of power, well... there wasn't much reason to worry about them.

In fact, it surprised him to find that there was an Eyrien Queen at all. Let alone one in a bar.

There was a lot of talk going on, though, nearby him as he entered. Some nasty words being said, some unfitting things. And though she wasn't his Queen (and let's be honest, she was a fair sight prettier than the nude-faced, living-in-the-woods-looking woman who held his leash), he could tell already by how she dressed and carried herself she was a woman worth paying attention to.

Besides, Rihlander Landens were being made every day. Eyrien Queens were not.

"What did you say?" Konstantin snarled down at the trio of miners who were grumbling out their racist epitaths in the corner. His voice was loud enough to draw attention, his eyes something to make note, but the Purple Dusk over his suit made them pause, and the obvious fact that he was a Warlord Prince made them stop altogether.

"Get out of here." He snarled. And when they began to protest, his words took on an even sharper edge. "And if I so much as smell you, I'll spread your blood across the fucking walls."

Mollified, the mood of the entire bar shifted. Things had gone deathly silent as the trio of miners got up from their seats and quickly hurried out, but not without some bad looks toward the Eyrien Queen.

All smiles when he straightened out, Konstantin spread his arms. "Are we not all countrymen now, friends? Let's pay the proper respect, eh?" Walking to the bar, he quickly ordered and paid for a large mug of ale, and made his way over to Yserian's table.

His eyes locked on hers, regardless of her escort, he acted as if they weren't even there. "Hello, Lady. Can I join you at your table?"

Offline Yserian Aethelas

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #1 on: Jul 25, 17, 09:57:40 AM »
Yserian wasn’t the kind of Queen to shy away from establishments of ill repute. Some of them she liked, mostly because of the beer. But, as she did with all of them, upon stepping into this little bar, she paused, holding her wings close to her body as she removed her cloak and took in the layout of the place.

Her brother had suggested this bar. There were connections here to be made that she wouldn’t be able to make in a Courtly setting. Sera was fine with that. She gave a thin, tight lipped smile towards the bartender that was eyeing her warily and continued scanning the room for...well, she wasn’t really sure what she was looking for but if it was going to be anywhere, it was going to be here. She wasn’t going to wait for her brother to finish up chatting with the men outside though. She wanted to get in and get out before she drew more attention than she already was.

The mood in the bar, obviously, shifted, and Yserian bristled inwardly. Part of her hated how she was looked upon with disdain now, her wings the subject of mockery or insults. She rustled them unconsciously. She tucked her cloak over her arm and strode angrily towards the nearest empty table, declaring it hers by plopping down on the bench and spreading her wings wide enough to force other people to give her room but not so wide as to make it really obvious. Why did Rihlanders have to be such assholes?

To confirm her train of thought, there was a trio of...lowlives or degenerates...whatever, Yserian couldn’t really tell, but they kept eyeing her with suspicion at best and outright hatred normally. Yserian caught one of them sneering at her and she sneered back. Bring it, coward. She had her knife on her, she knew how to fight. Her brother was right outside the door too, so if anyone got any stupid ideas, they’d have not only a pissed off Queen, they’d have a raging Green Warlord hot on her heels.

The trio of assholes escalated their conversation until someone else pointedly noticed and snarled, “What did you say?” Yserian’s attention snapped to the speaker. Male, Warlord Prince? Dangerous, she could scent that, but not Dark. Well, dark, yes, because of the suit he was wearing, but not Dark in Jewels. The man stood, chased the jerks out of the bar with a few sharp words about spilling blood (Warlord Prince, then, definitely), and then became all smiles and charming. “Are we not all countrymen now, friends?”

Yserian huffed with wry laughter. Fuck that.

While her cheerful compatriot went to the bar, a servant brought her a mug of ale and scampered off. Yserian tucked her wings a little tighter, now a little less sure of being so arrogant here. She had shifted her eyes towards the door, looking for her brother, when she heard, “Hello, Lady. Can I join you at your table?”

She looked up at the Warlord Prince who declared himself her champion for no reason. Rihlander. Not unattractive but not her usual type.

Her brow furrowed. Why would a Rihlander stand up for her? Was he just hoping to get into her pants?

Think that was the case, because there were people who just wanted the bragging rights of saying they fucked a Queen, Yserian let it color her expression and tone as she replied, “Sure.” She waved towards the empty bench across from her. After he sat, she leaned a bit forward to say in a low voice, “You didn’t have to do that. I could have handled myself if they decided to cause trouble.” At least, she was pretty sure she could have. And all it would have taken was one mental shout to her brother outside to make sure that she didn’t get really hurt.

Notably, she didn't thank him for what he had done. She didn't think she should. She took a healthy drink of ale and said, "So what do you want?" At least her tone sounded a little lighter now, like she was more curious and less likely to stab him for looking at her funny.

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #2 on: Jul 27, 17, 02:43:44 PM »
Escortless (at least visibly), Konstantin played the part of a proper Warlord Prince. Certainly he stood out from his people, what with his smooth face and his suit when most Rihlander men preferred long hair, beards, and sheepskin. Most Rihlander men found Eyrien women disgusting too, where as Konstantin had gained great pleasure from their company in the past. The fierceness of an Eyrien woman, the wings as an extra point of contact, and the look of them were something he rather enjoyed.

It was, of course, not just pleasure that brought him to Yserian's table. Certainly having her naked beneath him would be a plus, but it was the Caste that brought him to her side. He could have smelled her from outside of the inn. What was an Eyrien Queen doing in his Lady's domain? Why wasn't she in an unmarked grave somewhere, or buried beneath the remains of Svetlana's rule?

"Oh, I know you could have handled yourself. You look fully capable. But you shouldn't have to. You're a Queen. That's what Warlord Princes are for.." Konstantin extended a hand toward her to take her own, and if she offered it he would lean down to place a kiss upon her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers. And if she didn't, he would lean in just a touch with a smile worming its way on a face that would be handsome if it belonged to a less cruel man. "To protect Queens."

Regardless of whether she accepted his touch or not, he would lower his hand. "I am Prince Timur, a part of Queen Raske's First Circle. She's the Province Queen of Markoth now. I've not met an Eyrien Queen for some time. Since Lady Svetlana ruled. What brings you down here, Lady?

Besides, of course, the excellent ale and the good company."

Offline Yserian Aethelas

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Re: Who are you to wave your finger
« Reply #3 on: Aug 08, 17, 02:57:16 PM »
Yserian let him politely kiss her knuckles, giving him an attempt at a coquettish smile, but the rest of his flattery got him nowhere with her. She tended to be a blunt sort of person, so overly charming ones or ones who didn’t get to the point within reasonable time just annoyed her because she saw it as a waste of her time.

But she knew who Lady Raske was. That was the Queen that Yserian reported to. It should have been reversed, with Yserian leading the Province since she had the years (if not the experience) on Katrien but instead, Yserian was forced to kiss ass and work with the Rihlander like it wasn’t a bone lodged in her craw.

The light of the end of that tunnel was that Katrien would die long before Yserian ever got a gray hair, so all the Eyrien Queen had to do was wait. She’d get the Province soon enough.

At least she isn’t Glacian, Yserian reminded herself. Rihlands were native. Glacians were not. And Yserian loathed being in the same room with that Glacian Queen that ruled that flowery District up north. It didn’t matter that she was pleasant and easy mannered -- she was alien, with her a pale features and different sort of name. So Yserian would take having to work with a Rihland Queen, who could be cowed because of the past, over working with a Glacian one who thought Rihland was just an extension of Glacia’s Territory.

“I know who Lady Raske is,” Yserian told Konstantin. She shot the Warlord Prince a snarky sort of look. “She’s my boss. I’m Queen of the Altai District.” Yserian tilted her head to the side proudly, tossing her dark hair, and said, “I’m Yserian Aethelas.” Her tone boldly told him that she expected him to know who she was, since, obviously, if he was First Circle, then he knew the Queens that reported Lady Raske, right?

“As to why I’m here,” she went on, turning her gaze towards her ale. Her finger etched dewy circles along the frosty mug. “My brother says the ale and food is great but there’s some things I can find here that I can’t find elsewhere.”

She purposefully kept it coy and vague to draw him out. She wanted to know more about this male before she revealed her true purpose here. If he reported to Lady Raske, then she had no reason to trust him with her secret -- she wanted information about people who resisted Kalvar’s rule, specifically her brothers who had dropped off the planet to dredge up resistance. If Konstantin was loyal to Katrien, Yserian might just toy with him, take him to bed to make it seem like she was a wanton sort of woman, and then move on to find another informant.

She licked her lips, raised her mug, and asked, “What brings you here? Besides the hope of finding Queens in need of saving?”

 

 

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