collapse

* Welcome!

* Important Links

* Chat Box

Guest Friendly. No advertising please.

* BR Councils

* COTM and TOTM

* COTY and TOTY

Character of the Year


Thread of the Year

* Affliates

Affiliate with Us

Blood Rites RPG

Listed At

RPG-D Nerd Listings

Our Affiliates

The Games
   

* Credits

RSS Feed  Facebook  Tumblr    E-Mail

Canon: © Anne Bishop
Board's Plot: Blood Rites
Points Scheme: Mother Night
Ratio System: Blood Rites

Blood Rites best viewed in Firefox.
Established February 2010
by Jamie, Gina & Bowie.


* Plot Information for Askavi Terreille

For nearly two centuries Askavi floundered, brought low in the wake of the Red Queen’s war. The institution of one court with its Two Queens and the end of restitution payments promises a brighter future. Still, War knocks on the Eyrien’s door from all sides and the people fight against the need to meet it.
Culture of Askavi
Castes of Askavi
Eyrien Warriors
Hunting Camps
The Runs

* Welcome Guests

You are currently viewing our forum as a Guest. While you can see all we do, you can't participate. Please think about joining, we love new players. Click Here for more information.


Author Topic: SNAFU  (Read 275 times)

Description: Drakkar, Illyrian

Offline Scar Kalashnikov

  • Character Account
    • te2pd
    • wp
    • Role

      Askavi Diplomat

    • Territory

      Dena Nehele

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Reid

    • Posts

      6

    • View Profile
SNAFU
« on: Mar 28, 18, 06:17:24 PM »
Between one thing and another, Scar had not gotten to actually send his reports back to the Court of Askavi. It wasn't that he was ignoring his responsibilities, per se. Just that there were a lot of responsibilities and not much time in which to execute them, so he had to prioritize, especially since Lord Chlodoch's ignominious end by being, possibly, boiled alive in his own skin. The numbers of the Eyrien delegation had been specifically chosen so that one of them could run the reports back and forth without causing undue problems for the four left behind, and with one of them down it meant Scar had to re-order everything. Still: His reports were late. He'd have felt bad about it if he hadn't had so much going on.

Two of them were boring. No progress made, aside from everyone agreeing that progress ought to be made, and that war between Askavi and Dena Nehele was ultimately a pointless and self-defeating exercise. (Scar hadn't bothered to posture and pretend that Askavi was a war machine capable of fighting a Territory with multiple Grays and an Ebon Gray, because they weren't. They had a woman Ebon Gray, so not useful for fighting, and one Gray Steward, which was basically a non-man. He didn't count the Black Jewel in their midst, since who the fuck knew what Endevar Ranosi would do, the man was practically Hayllian for all he had the Eyrien spirit.) It was only that the shape of the peace between them that was a matter of negotiation. Nobody wanted to come off shittier in the trade agreements. Not when Askavi was starving as it was--a situation echoed by the southern half of Dena Nehele--and would die without establishing favorable trade agreements.

A long-lived nation where everyone died young from starvation would not be much of a nation at all.

So, the reports. Scar sent them back. Along with all the details of the trade negotiations as they stood thus far were the personal notes. One of them was sealed and addressed to Lord Chlodoch's family, and held his best apologetic note informing them of their husband and father's passing.

The other was addressed to the Queen and the Warlord Prince who ruled alongside her, and it went sort of like this:

Lady Illyrian Kriat and Prince Drakkar Estaroth,

Sorry for the long gap between sending us out and this report. As you'll see from the formal report, attached, we've had some difficulty with manpower. I've figured out a way to work around it, so don't worry.

I know we were worried about having another Hayll. That didn't happen. Pretty much everyone is curious and cautious, not angry or anything like that. The worst that's happened since the first day is someone threw a mud pie at Leudagar, which I would too, if I heard him talk about my husband that way. Not that I'd have a husband for him to talk about in any sort of way. What I'm getting at is, Leudagar deserved it.

I mean, that's the worst that happened aside from what happened to Ithamar. He's dead. Before you decide to wage war on anyone, or fire me, that was sort of his fault. The only way it could've possibly been avoided would have been for him to not storm off from the delegation, which I told him not to do at the time. Even then, I can't fault the Court of Dena Nehele for what happened to him; they sent a Red-Jeweled Warlord to watch his back, and nothing happened until he was off Court grounds. I think, while we're within our rights generally speaking to demand a Price for his life, it's not a good idea right now. We want them to like us.

Impressions of the Court otherwise: They have the shrimpiest Master of the Guard I've ever seen. Their Steward is built like a brick shithouse. I try not to be alone with the First Escort, which is harder than it sounds. Their Queen is... formidable. And beautiful. And actually she knows how to fight. Most every female here seems to have some kind of training in weaponry. They're not very good, but that seems to be a flaw of the teachers rather than the students, which I would know, since I've taught a few kids. I'm not really sure how to interpret a land that teaches its Queens to fight. Either they're desperate for warriors, or the Queens live under enough threat that they need to be able to defend themselves. Not sure which yet.

Otherwise: Rumors of Dena Nehele being poor in Queens seem to be unfounded. I think it's really that they tend to kill them more than any natural drought of them. As I write, there are three Queens here at the Territory Court (Rilandra Vlas, her ward Sorinna Roman (Birthright White), her ward Orianna Aegle (Birthright Tiger Eye)) three in the province of Aechia (Catina Cosma (Yellow-Rose) Mirela Cosma (White-Yellow) Arkadie Graveworthy (Summer Sky to Blood Opal)), two in Moesia (Adamara Pavel (Broken to Purple Dusk) Gabriella Robles (Birthright Purple Dusk), and one in Tulzbruja (Toyani no Kagen, Sapphire to Red, from Tacea). Which is more than we've got. And there's rumors there might be more hiding. And while some of them only came back after their Guilds shit got sorted by Riley, others were here the whole time. I think we need to be a lot more careful. Also that the last thing we should do is go to war with them, since they're positioned to solve their starvation problem pretty soon. Lady Roman and Lady Robles are at their Offerings and Lady Robles will probably wear something Dark.

Other-otherwise: They have a Healer with a Red Birthright here, but are otherwise poor in Healers. Are we poor in Healers? Can we negotiate to trade them some Healers and trained escorts for something? I don't know what we'd want in return but it seems like it could endear us to them. And ensure that some of our women get better fed than they do at home. NOT THAT ANYONE IS GOING HUNGRY. I'M SPITBALLING.

In summary: Everything's fine, we don't need backup, specific questions are addressed in the formal report. How're you?

Very respectfully,
Prince Scar Kalashnikov


Nailed it!

Offline Illyrian Kriat

  • Character Account
    • te2ss
    • queen
    • Role

      Queen of Askavi

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Phedre

    • Posts

      127

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #1 on: Apr 13, 18, 05:14:55 AM »
Ilyrian sat at her desk, reading the letter from the leader of the delegation sent to Dena Nehele to negotiate a potential alliance with the short lived Territory. It was not the first time she read it. It was the third. With each pass, it was as if new sentences grew between the ones written.

Difficulty with manpower. What a quaint way of saying that one of the delegation had been killed. Despite his lack of explanation, she knew he had been killed and not simply died. Why else would he have rushed to reassure her there was no need for war? He was right to do so.  She was the Queen of a Territory of fearsome warriors. Just because she was uncomfortable seeing their deformities after the fact did not change that she understood the darkest places of her people's hearts.

It was this very reason she and Gillian had hidden all evidence of the box of wings returned from Hayll. The more time passed, the thinner that lie grew. Someday soon, it would be easily seen through, like ancient silk worn sheer.

The paragraph about Leudagar amused her. She had only met him a handful of times, but she could concur with the assessment. If the worst that had happened to him so far was having a mud pie thrown at him, that was lucky indeed.

The quick change of subject to Ithamar was no less jarring the third time around. He's dead. For a man who had spent a multiple sentences describing Leudagar, he wasted no flowery language coming to both the point of his death and his advice that this was not like Hayll. The male had been stupid and wandered away from his group. She wondered what could have upset him so much that he would do so.

It didn't surprise her that the Queens were trained to fight. Everything Illyrian had learned about Dena Nehele since Gravesend had emerged from behind her veil of webs spoke to death of their Queens being common place, and here in her hand was confirmation. Her lip raised in a vicious snarl. Fools! They could breed Queens just fine and willingly killed them off. All the while Askavi suffered brutally from their lack.

Dena Nehele starved because of her own arrogance and short sightedness. Askavi would never be so stupid.

Golden eyes narrowed as her ambassador referred to the Territory Queen not only by her first name, but a nickname as well. That was an unusual thing for an Eyrien to do. Were they so close that the casual use of a familiar name was granted?

The idea of offering up Eyrien Healers was an interesting one, although one she could see objection to. She would need to discuss the matter with Drakkar. She hated that she had started to rely on his counsel. She was a Queen. She didn't need someone to rule at her side.

Closing her eyes for a moment, she once again whispered to the Darkness. Gillian. I need you. Where are you? 

Illyrian was interrupted by the sound of her door. Opening her eyes, she looked up as the Warlord Prince of Askavi entered her office without knocking. "It would kill you to knock, wouldn't it? A great warrior like you, struck down by knocking at my office door." She held out the letter to him as he approached her desk. "Have you seen this?"


Offline Drakkar Estaroth

  • Character Account
    • broken2bo
    • wp
    • reddescent
    • Role

      Warlord Prince of Askavi

    • Faction

      The Blood Seekers

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Gavin

    • Posts

      93

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #2 on: May 08, 18, 10:10:15 PM »
Word came to Drakkar that there was a missive from the delegation to Dena Nehele. To his credit, he waited exactly one hour after word came to him for Illyrian to call for him. When that hour came and went without so much as a brush of his Queen’s mind against his own, Drakkar’s mood soured exponentially. Things between him and Illyrian had been were in an odd place since their last blowout argument. In truth, he was unsure of how to approach her, how to offer her the comfort that she needed. But she was getting that comfort somewhere and it angered Drakkar to think of another male’s hands on his Queen’s body when she refused to so much as look at him without hatred in her eyes and heart.

He was stalking toward her office before he realized it. By the time he did, though, people were already getting out of his way. One female even flattened herself against a wall to avoid his gaze. Drakkar didn’t give a damn about any of these people, though. He needed to see Illyrian and determine that she wasn’t locking him out of decisions where Askavi was concerned. He forced back the worry, the stone-cold, gut-churning worry that something was wrong with her. He would not grant her the power to hurt him anymore than she would allow him close enough to take care of her. She was determined to hate him for live for Eristovar’s death. Fine.

He would learn to live without her, as he had before.

Drakkar pushed open the door to find Illyrian watching him. The sight of her stopped him in his tracks, though he wanted to move closer. Of course, she ruined it with her next words, because Illyrian Kriat had to ruin everything by talking when they should have been--

It would kill you to knock, wouldn't it? A great warrior like you, struck down by knocking at my office door.”

His answer was succinct.

I do not need permission to access what is mine.

Drakkar held her gaze for a moment to let her know that he meant every word he’d just said. Then his eyes flicked toward the letter. He did cross the room this time, taking the letter and reading it over.

Difficulty with manpower? What a quaint way of saying that someone is dead.” Drakkar said, his eyes going over the rest of the letter.

They have Queens, but no Healers. But they have a Healer with a Red Birthright. That’s impressive. Some of the sentries on the mountain say that they have extensive farmlands, but no one’s ventured further in.” he said, his eyes wandering over the names of the Queens. He paused.

They have Taceans in Dena Nehele? Hm. Thought they’d all died out by now. Surprises abound.” Drakkar said, moving toward Illyrian’s side of the desk. He thought, initially, to drop into the chair across from her. Then he changed his mind. If his Queen would not admit to needing his presence with her words, then he would see the truth of her with his eyes. He summoned Craft to bring the chair over to him and then sat down right beside her. His eyes wandered over the curve of her neck, then her shoulder. This close, her scent filled his nostrils. Drakkar leaned closer.

How will you respond, my lady?” Drakkar asked, setting the letter on the table, but keeping his gaze fixed upon his Queen while he spoke.


Offline Illyrian Kriat

  • Character Account
    • te2ss
    • queen
    • Role

      Queen of Askavi

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Phedre

    • Posts

      127

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #3 on: May 09, 18, 05:14:05 AM »
Drakkar's response startled her. The Queen's lips parted, the slightest inhalation of breath the only sound between them as he held her gaze for long enough to confirm that he meant what he said and had no intention of taking a syllable of it back. He seemed on edge, as if something had riled him or threatened his place at her side. Illyrian didn't know what it could be. Had he already seen the letter before her? Was he upset about it?

Drakkar's moods confused her as certainly as her moods seemed to confuse him.

Golden eyes studied him as he took the letter from her fingers and read it, commenting on it as he did. No, he hadn't seen it yet. So it was something else that had him agitated. Nodding in agreement at his sentiment that "difficulty with manpower" was a strange way to express the loss of life, she focused on steadying her breathing.

Together they were as volatile as a blazing spark and the driest tinder. She didn't want to fight today. It always seemed the best idea at the time. Her fury drove her to tear into him, wanting him to bleed the way he had made her bleed, the way he had made Eristovar bleed.

But after, after she didn't feel cleansed or purified of her anger. Rather it ate away at something precious within her, pulling her away from her purpose in ways she couldn't understand. If she didn't find another path, the pain and hatred that simmered between the Queen and Warlord Prince of Askavi would consume them both whole.

"Extensive farmland without Queens to nourish the crops. That sounds much like our situation, doesn't it? Except instead of an issue of birthrate, it was rather their own short sighted foolishness that strips them of their own salvation." Illyrian did not hold as vicious a dislike of foreigners as many Eyriens did, but she also did not suffer ignorance well. This people that her ambassador spoke of seemed like they should have all died out by now. And yet they somehow contiued to thrive. Well, if not thrive, struggle forward. And beyond that, the reputation of their assassins spanned the Realm. Something didn't make sense. There was some piece Illyrian was missing, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Illyrian was pulled from her thoughts as Drakkar brought a chair to face hers, claiming her personal space and attention both. He leaned forward toward her and she was aware how distracting his scent was. She needed to think clearly. It seemed Drakkar wasn't going to grant her that peace.

The delicate beat of her pulse fluttered faster beneath the soft skin of her throat. She reached to reclaim the letter, but changed her mind part way through the motion. Graceful fingers hovered in the air for a moment before she allowed them to land lightly on his hand. A shock of recognition pulsed through her at the feel of her Darkness bonded Warlord Prince beneath her fingers. They spent so much time at each other's throats there was simply not time for the more simple acts that would have reinforced their bond.

Transfixed, she stared at their hands for a moment before saying, "I thought perhaps we could discuss a response together."


Offline Drakkar Estaroth

  • Character Account
    • broken2bo
    • wp
    • reddescent
    • Role

      Warlord Prince of Askavi

    • Faction

      The Blood Seekers

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Gavin

    • Posts

      93

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #4 on: May 12, 18, 11:30:59 PM »
Illyrian’s closeness was cool water thrown on the inferno beneath his skin. She wasn't touching him, but his mind cleared and allowed his eyes to focus on the lean line of her neck. The place where he wanted to bury his face for the rest of this day and next (at minimum), and just drown himself in her scent. A small part of his mind raged at the idea of giving her anything resembling comfort and it was swiftly strangled quiet so that Drakkar could enjoy just being near her without her hatred flowing toward him like blood from a weeping wound. Her could see the steady thump of her pulse against her skin.

Her hand reached out and, for a moment, Drakkar thought she would strike him. Or at least push him away.

Instead, she laid her hand atop his. He looked down at their hands, then back up to her. Illyrian stared into his eyes and he stared back, unflinching. Drakkar’s grasp tightened on her hand and he reached out, his hand grasping her hip and then reaching around her lower back. Unless his Queen stopped him, Drakkar would pull Illyrian from her chair and bring her to sit on his lap. The moment between them stretched on and on. He didn’t know how long and he didn’t care.

Drakkar’s hand fisted in his Queen’s hair and bared her neck to him, allowing him to inhale her scent. He just breathed her in and listened to the steady beating of their hearts in the space between them, narrow as it was. Their breaths came and went in unison. Mother Night, she was his. Made completely and wholly for him. He couldn’t miss what he’d never had, but a part of him mourned the idea that he would always have to take what he wanted because she’d never give it to him of her own will.

The short-lived are short-sighted in equal measure to their life-spans. It’s a wonder that they all still exist.” Drakkar murmured, as if stating that the sky was blue. He bore the short-lived no malice, but he did not hold the same esteem for them that he held for the other long-lived. He hated Hayll and Dhemlan, but at least they had perspective on some things, even if their perspectives were foolish and self-serving. Drakkar knew that he could at least count on the Hayll and Dhemlan not to change so wildly between generations that they could be considered brand-new territories every century or so.

His left hand fell away from her hair and traced the outside line of her near wing, before his fingertips brushed against her spine through her dress. His right hand settled on her knee.

Yes, we should consider our response carefully. Your handwriting is better than mine, Lady Kriat. Perhaps you should write our response to Prince Kalashnikov. It should be legible.



Offline Illyrian Kriat

  • Character Account
    • te2ss
    • queen
    • Role

      Queen of Askavi

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Phedre

    • Posts

      127

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #5 on: May 13, 18, 01:20:12 AM »
Drakkar stilled when her hand touched his. He looked up at her and she caught her breath at the startling intensity that shone in his eyes. Was Drakkar always like that? Or was it the way he looked at her?

Their bond was completely unexplored from any angle that didn't involve vicious words or protective need that forced him to scream when her flesh slammed into stone and for her to snarl when his wounds opened anew. Tenderness and affection of any kind had yet to exist between them. This gesture, what would seem so simple with some of her other males, marked a new paradigm for them.

And of course, it was not enough for Drakkar.

His hands tightened against her as he pulled her into his lap. The quick motion stole her breath as she found herself suddenly so very close to her male. Her lips parted in a reactionary protest, but she stilled her tongue. Drakkar was a Warlord Prince, and a Warlord Prince needed his Queen, regardless of what existed between them on a personal level.

His fingers tightened in her hair and she yielded to his grip. She honestly wasn't sure what he was going to do, but when he pressed closer and breathed in her scent deeply, something settled and relaxed deep within her. It took barely a moment for their breath to fall into sync. She nodded at his words, a small movement against his hand. Both sat, soaking in the feel of the other as their malnourished bond ate ravenously of their touch.

Drakkar released her hair and she tilted her head forward slightly. Before she had a chance to speak, his fingers were tracing over her wing. A shiver ran through her body. It had been a long time since someone had touched her in such a way. Her breath quickened as her eyes slid closed. It felt good. Why did it feel so good?

Illyrian's eyes opened again suddenly. The letter. Yes. The letter. That is what they were talking about. That was why they were here. (So why then when he suggested that she write the letter did her mind drift to what he might do while she penned their response?)

The thought sent heat rushing up her face, flushing her cheeks. She stood suddenly from Drakkar's lap and stepped toward the desk, despite having been able to reach everything from where she had just been a moment before. The air between them filled with the scent of desire. Was that hers or his? Guilt ate at her insides, but did nothing to wash away the images that tugged at her mind.

The Queen gathered what she needed and set it on the desk: parchment, ink, a quill, and the original letter. "Yes, I'm happy to write the reply." Her voice lacked the surety that she demanded it have. Glancing at him, she realized he had been watching her. Expectant. Waiting. She swallowed, hard, shifting her weight from one foot to the other in a brilliant imitation of her daughter when she was unsure about something.

"Oh for Night's sake," she chided herself, and sat back down in Drakkar's lap with everything she needed to write the reply before her. "You'll help me?" she asked, offering no clarification whether she meant with the letter or with something else entirely.


Offline Drakkar Estaroth

  • Character Account
    • broken2bo
    • wp
    • reddescent
    • Role

      Warlord Prince of Askavi

    • Faction

      The Blood Seekers

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Gavin

    • Posts

      93

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #6 on: May 18, 18, 11:58:29 PM »
The weight of his Queen on his lap made Drakkar think of all the other uses that he and Illyrian could make of her desk. His Queen was, in his opinion, in need of a hard fuck to lessen all of the tension she was carrying in her shoulders. Drakkar could see that tension spreading to her wings; his own wings flapped in response to that thought. He’d already put the letter out of his mind. He wanted to sheathe himself in Illyrian’s cunt until they were both sated to exhaustion. Then he’d take her against the wall and then again in her bedroom.

Drakkar was already reaching for her to bed her over the desk when lllyrian stood and stepped away from him. The desire in his eyes clear and present. He started to reach for her, but placed his hand on flat on her desk and just watched her move along the edge of the desk. Was she urging him to follow, to pursue her and claim her for both of their sakes? The longer Drakkar watched her, the less he believed it.

He leaned back in his chair, placed his hands in his lap and grinned. “Don’t worry, my lady. I’ll only bite if you demand it.” he said, raising a brow while she decided whether or not she’d give in to him.

Finally, she threw caution to the wind and returned to seat herself in his lap. Drakkar’s hand immediately went to the base of her spine, resting just above her ass. He stroked that spot quietly, nodding only when she asked if he would help her with the letter. He would help her with that and anything she desired.

His hand moved lower, settling on Illyrian’s ass.

How would you like to begin the missive to Prince Scar? Shall we suggest that he return to Askavi? The loss of one of our people demands a response, Illyrian. That man’s family will demand answers.” Drakkar said.

What are you thinking of right now, aside from the obvious?” he asked, his hand grasping her ass.

His free hand settled on her knee once more, waiting for her answer.


Offline Illyrian Kriat

  • Character Account
    • te2ss
    • queen
    • Role

      Queen of Askavi

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Phedre

    • Posts

      127

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #7 on: May 19, 18, 12:23:46 AM »
Drakkar's hand settled at the base of her spine and she found herself sitting up a little straighter. Touch between a Queen and her bonded was not only common, it was often expected, soothing as it was for both parties. Illyrian's males had access to the full deepness of the well of calm her presence could offer them, if both sides allowed it. She wondered at times if the depth of what could be granted was mirrored in a dark reflection of the pain felt when the bond was denied. There was no denying that the aching chasm that existed between her and Renvar was a pain point neither seemed to be able to move passed.

But even knowing that as well as she did through theory and experience both, Drakkar's touch was unnerving. It made her want things she should not want, things she had wondered whether she would ever crave again.

Illyrian fought to focus on the Warlord Prince's words, but her attention was sharply pulled to the warmth of his hand resting against her ass. Drakkar had always been bold, but never before had he so freely taken liberties with his touch. It disturbed her that she didn't want him to stop.

"I... agree. That the death requires a response. But Prince Scar seems to be making progress there. Recalling him home seems hasty when he does not seem to be in danger." She turned to look at him over her shoulder. "We need allies. Dena Nehele shares borders with most of the Realm. If a warrior gave his life in the pursuit of this alliance, he will be honored for his sacrifice. I want to know how public what happened is. Has the Dena Nehele Territory Court kept it silent as well?"

Her breath caught in her throat as he grasped her ass. "I'm thinking that I should tell you to stop. And I'm thinking that I don't want you to."


Offline Drakkar Estaroth

  • Character Account
    • broken2bo
    • wp
    • reddescent
    • Role

      Warlord Prince of Askavi

    • Faction

      The Blood Seekers

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Gavin

    • Posts

      93

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #8 on: May 19, 18, 12:50:44 AM »
“I don’t think you actually want me to stop. I think you want to tell me to stop, so that you don’t do something you want to do.” he said, not relinquishing his grip. If anything, it was more claiming and possessive than it had been moments ago. Drakkar was enjoying this game, even as it bothered him to enjoy just how close she was to him. The feeling of her skin against his own cleared his mind enough for Drakkar to process what she’d said about Prince Scar and their response to Dena Nehele.

We need to know how they’re playing this. If someone from Dena Nehele died here, I wouldn’t want it know. It would weaken Gravesend’s standing among our own people, not to mention their own.” Drakkar said, considering something before speaking once more.

"We can’t let Hayll improve relations with Dena Nehele before we do. Otherwise, we’ll have Hayllians on our doorstep because the short-lived are too terrified to stand their ground.” Drakkar said. He did not miss the Red Queen, but he missed the centuries of dominance that Askavi enjoyed over all of Terreille. The other territories didn’t dare raise a hand against them. There was order in the world. Without Witch’s meddling, things would be better for them now. They wouldn’t have to beg to keep themselves afloat.

Polite begging, but begging nonetheless.

“I want to look this Queen in her eyes. I want to hear her say that she wasn’t responsible for this and be convinced. If she can’t control her people, then she won’t be long for her throne. Perhaps one of her successor Queens will have better luck.” Drakkar said.

I don’t think we can afford to let this go without a rebuke of some sort. Not if we wish for them to show us the respect that we deserve.


Offline Illyrian Kriat

  • Character Account
    • te2ss
    • queen
    • Role

      Queen of Askavi

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Phedre

    • Posts

      127

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #9 on: May 19, 18, 01:26:43 AM »
Illyrian's quickened breathing was the only indication she gave to Drakkar that he was right. She wanted to tell him to stop because then the desire could be set aside without having to further examine it. But even that would be an admission of her own weakness, her inability to even control her own needs when it was her job to care for the needs of all of Askavi. She said nothing in response, looking down at the blank parchment before her.

When he continued to speak about their reply, a bit of the tension eased from her body. Maybe he was just testing her, seeing how far he could take things between them before she would order him to stop. Maybe. But something about the way he gripped her felt... Fuck. She needed to focus.

"That is an excellent point. If the Master of the Guard is a smart man, the situation was likely contained. Prince Scar does not seem to think much of his physicality, but then perhaps a warrior is more needed in the Steward's position? Honestly, I am not sure much would surprise me from a Territory where they teach their Queens to fight and then kill them anyway."

The Queen nodded when Drakkar spoke of Hayll. That was part of what was driving the need for this to happen sooner rather than later.

"You want to look the Queen of Dena Nehele in the eyes to know the truth of her. I admit, I am curious about her as well. But we cannot proclaim a dead Eyrien a hero to his family while rebuking a Territory we are openly courting as an ally." Illyrian leaned back against Drakkar, settling against him. Her breathing seemed shallow, her chest rising and falling ever so slightly.

"What if we use that as a cover to find a way to meet with her and her Court? Progressing treaties often involves the rulers coming face to face. Something on the border, perhaps, both Courts coming together to discuss the alliance and... what? There would need to be something to keep people distracted. Entertained, even."


Offline Drakkar Estaroth

  • Character Account
    • broken2bo
    • wp
    • reddescent
    • Role

      Warlord Prince of Askavi

    • Faction

      The Blood Seekers

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Gavin

    • Posts

      93

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #10 on: May 19, 18, 01:51:22 AM »
Warning: Sexual Content

She responded to his touch, surprising even him. If anyone had told him months ago that Illyrian would be sitting in his lap and trying to hide her enjoyment of his touch and her arousal from it, Drakkar would have called that person a fool. Now, the hand upon Illyrian’s knee grasped some of the fabric of her shirt and pull it upward, gently, to bare more of that skin to his gaze. Drakkar’s fingertips played along the inside plane of her knee before moving up her inner thigh.

I found his description of the Master of the Guard strange. The Steward sounds more like the Master of the Guard and the Master of the Guard sounds like he should be the Steward. I can only assume that the Master of the Guard is one of their assassins, then, if he is in charge of the Queens safety. His description of the First Escort is also interesting. Perhaps the man is eccentric? Or maybe he’s a dullard.” Drakkar said, his tone making clear his thoughts on that train of thought.

Your idea of meeting near the border is good. They’ll already be increasing their security because, deep down, they expect treachery from us. So let them bring their people. We will bring ours and…” Drakkar’s voice trailed off, his hand moving further up Illyrian’s skirt until he was rubbing against her pearl. Drakkar didn’t look at her or even draw attention to what he was doing. He appeared to be deep in thought regarding the meeting between Askavi and Dena Nehele.

Training exercises. War Games, if you will. It’s a common way to bleed off the excess aggression and entertain people. I don’t know that the Dena Nehelians can impress any of my warriors, but the short-lived have surprised me in the past.” Drakkar said, moving his fingers in slow circles as he massaged her pearl. 

You should begin our response.” Drakkar said, whispering in her ear. 


Offline Illyrian Kriat

  • Character Account
    • te2ss
    • queen
    • Role

      Queen of Askavi

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Phedre

    • Posts

      127

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #11 on: May 19, 18, 02:21:08 AM »
WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT

Drakkar's fingers brushing against her inner thigh sent shivers racing through her body. She listened to his words but her attention was divided and becoming more so as he continued to trace his fingers up her thigh. When he began to rub that sensitive nub between her legs, her mouth fell open slightly. No one had touched her like that in so long.

She was going to tell him to stop, that he had pushed this little experiment far enough. But when she tried, the words died on her tongue. She could feel herself yielding to his desires, still not quite able to claim what she wanted as her own. "War games," she murmured. "Yes. Perfect."

His breath against her ear had her arching back against him before she caught herself. She leaned forward to reach the desk where the parchment waited. Drakkar adjusted slightly so that he could continue to touch her, but otherwise made no acknowledgement of what was occurring between them at all. Fine. Two could play at that game.

Illyrian began to write.

Prince Scar Kalashnikov-

We are pleased to hear that you are making progress on your mission to secure an alliance between Askavi and Dena Nehele. As you know, this alliance is potentially beneficial for both Territories. The delegation was chosen with care and with an eye for success. It is...


"Are we shocked by the news? Startled? Disappointed?" Illyrian's voice was breathy as she spoke, fighting to focus. Drakkar seemed to so easily. She wondered if he would be as clear headed if the roles were reversed, if it were her hand wrapped around his cock instead of his fingers teasing her with every touch. That thought led her to wanting to feel him against her fingers. She waited for his response and then continued writing, albeit slowly. 

We are of course concerned by the loss of all Eyrien life. We await further findings expectantly. As you know..."

Illyrian's words trailed off as she moaned softly. "Drakkar. This is not helping me. This is distracting me. But then, you know that, don't you?" She set down the pen, tilting her head back so that her lips were just a breath away from his. She looked into his eyes as he continued to touch her. She was no longer trying to hide the desire she felt for him, letting all pretense fall away. 


Offline Drakkar Estaroth

  • Character Account
    • broken2bo
    • wp
    • reddescent
    • Role

      Warlord Prince of Askavi

    • Faction

      The Blood Seekers

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Gavin

    • Posts

      93

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #12 on: May 21, 18, 09:52:58 PM »
All told, Drakkar enjoyed scattering Illyrian’s focus. She needed what he was offering her. She needed more than what he was currently giving her. But she worried over so many things that didn’t matter right now, in this moment, and Drakkar saw it as his mission to make her demand what she wanted. Even better, he wanted to make her demand that he give it to her so that they could both enjoy each other. He was already hard beneath Illyrian’s ass. It would be a simple thing to stand up and bend her over the desk to claim his pleasure.

You need the distraction.” Drakkar said, meeting her gaze with his own. Her desire was palpable. He could taste it in the space between them. His hand squeezed her ass once more and Drakkar leaned forward before she could dodge back, capturing her mouth with his own. Her mouth was like nothing else. Hot and hungry, Drakkar didn’t want to stop kissing his Queen. His hand went still between her thighs; he wanted to enjoy her mouth without a scream interrupting them. Their kiss grew heated, more passionate, until Drakkar was lifting his Queen from his lap, sitting her on her desk. He hiked up her dress, knowing that it wouldn’t be long until he was sheathed fully inside her.

His lips trailed along her mouth, down past her jaw, and over her neck as he drew her closer. “Illyrian…” he growled, feeling his Queens nails rake along his shoulders.

Her hand…

Drakkar reached up and grasped her left hand with his right, pulling it in front of him. Her wedding ring was still on her finger. Drakkar stared at the ring for a moment. Then he looked to Illyrian.

Shall we....?” he asked, ready to slip the ring from her finger the moment she consented.


Offline Illyrian Kriat

  • Character Account
    • te2ss
    • queen
    • Role

      Queen of Askavi

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Phedre

    • Posts

      127

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #13 on: May 21, 18, 10:42:14 PM »
Whatever restraint she might have held seemed to fly free of her body the moment his mouth touched hers. She let a small moan escape only for it to be caught between their lips. His hand stilled and he kissed her like the fount of life flowed from her lips. Hungry, both of them, and driven, the kiss was laced through with the most extreme passion.

Drakkar pulled her hand forward, yanking a small snarl from her lips, It created distance between them that she did not want. Drakkar called to her as his Queen but also as an Eyrien Warrior. All the denial in the world could not now shade the intensity of her desire to feel him pressed against her. She followed his eyes and looked down at the slim band of gold that encircled her ring finger.

Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Why was he stopping them to look at her hand? And then the realization hit her like a freezing rain. Cold ran down her body where heat had pulsed just a moment before. Her muscles stilled, turning the warm and supple Queen to a thing of stone.

He wanted her to take off her ring. The price for this intimacy was to remove one of the final reminders of Eristovar, outside her daughter of course.

This was wrong. He killed her husband. And now she was going to betray her love, the father of her only child, and bed his murderer? How horrible of a person was she that she would even consider such a thing, let alone come only a breath away from letting it occur?

Illyrian snatched her hand back from him and pushed hard against his chest to get space between them. She needed him to release her from being pinned between him and the desk. She found her feet, smoothing down her skirt. The sharpness of her voice could cut glass.

"Your fee is too high, Prince." Each sllyable was bitten off with a snap of her teeth. "Perhaps you should see if there are others willing to pay it."


Offline Drakkar Estaroth

  • Character Account
    • broken2bo
    • wp
    • reddescent
    • Role

      Warlord Prince of Askavi

    • Faction

      The Blood Seekers

    • Territory

      Askavi, Terreille

    • Character Sheet

      [Link]

    • OOC

      Gavin

    • Posts

      93

    • View Profile
Re: SNAFU
« Reply #14 on: May 21, 18, 11:10:28 PM »
You are nearly unmatched on the battlefield, my love. But when it comes to people, you can’t seem to stop getting in your own way.


Drakkar thought he was being sensitive. Rather than sheathe himself inside her and take without regard to her feelings, Drakkar brought attention to the memento from her late husband. He wanted her to choose this, fully, so that she could not later say that he coerced her...or worse. The moment she took off the ring, she would declare herself ready and willing to be taken by a male who wanted more from her than just her Touch. Drakkar imagined that, someday, they might rule Askavi has allies rather than enemies. So he’d extended the offer to Illyrian and asked her to choose him.

And she threw it back in his face.

He felt it, the moment that their moment died. It reminded him, vaguely, of the day that he recognized that he and Celebrian were finished. Where something tangible and real existed moments before, there was only the absence of that moment in the seconds after. She shoved him away and Drakkar’s wings extended. What happened? Did he say the wrong thing? Did he touch her the wrong way?

Your fee is too high, Prince. Perhaps you should see if there are others willing to pay it.

His eyes narrowed to slits. The office went from comfortable to frigid in seconds, ice forming on Illyrian’s desk and beneath her feet. He wanted to choke every last ounce of Eristovar’s memory out of her mind. He wanted to hold her up her ring finger and explain to her what kind of idiot her husband was for getting himself killed on a killing field. Drakkar had never lied about his involvement in Eristovar’s death, but now he realized why the court would never let this go.

Because she would never let it go.

He’d reached for his Queen in a moment of weakness. She’d lead him on and on until she was ready to strike him down. He had only himself to blame for it. She held his leash, but she could force him to want her. That was all him.

Fair enough, Lady Kriat. Well played. I misinterpreted your grieving. I won't make that mistake again.” Drakkar said.

Leave it to a Queen to ruin a bond with her need to control everything. Queens were treacherous and not worth the small comforts they provided.

I will leave you to compose our reply to Prince Kalashnikov. Have one of your people bring it to me when it’s complete and I’ll provide my changes.” he said. Drakkar rose from his seat and headed for the door.

He did not look back.

He finally understood what their bond meant.