Kiko leaned back her eyes avid. She's unconsciously inched forward during the fight, breath caught and her gaze going over both men. The battle between bodies was endlessly fascinating to her due to the form.
Of course, there were other thoughts, primitive ones more interested in the carnal. Those thoughts took great delight in seeing the Wolf bare of chest and swaying around his opponent for the next strike.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Taking Gray's offered hand, Alec pulls himself up with a grunt, a grimace, and claps a hand on his wrenched shoulder, massaging it further. "I hope that day never comes, my friend," he says, laughing breathlessly, "because it is obvious you will break me in half." He laughs once more, getting his breath back, as he walks to where he set his shirt down. Sliding his arms back into the sleeves, he shoots Gray a look. "Think we impressed the Queen?" he asks, voice low, almost conspiratory.
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
The queen knitted her fingers together and with her elbows on the table before her, she leaned her chin on the back of her hands, smiling.
"Why yes Alec, you have impressed me. It was quite the spectacle. Now, who would care for some desert?"
The rest of the attendants stirred then, murmuring and sounding quite excited; serfs delivering a small silver dish in front of each of the guests. The contents looked to be rather like water.
Grayell meanwhile had brushed himself and gotten back into his own attire. His shirt was open though and hung casually, the jacket open as well. With the large earring and his hair now plainly falling down his back, he looked quite the swashbuckling type. He took his seat once more by Kiko and smiled as he sat, leaning and kissing her bare shoulder.
Kiko's gaze was focused on the Wolf. The fact that he'd put his finery back on did not deter her eyes, either. She was tempted to reach up and tug on the earring, though. She quelled that idea and settled for sliding her fingers through his hair when he bent over her.
When he mentioned dessert her gaze broke free and skimmed back over the tables. The Faery queen was looking very pleased about something, and despite her words of welcome and reassurance Kiko could not stop from tensing up.
She was highly doubtful about the ordinary looking water in each silver dish. Certainly it was not all...well... ordinary.
Margrett shook her head. Desert seemed like kind of normal after watching a fight, especially one she didn't approve of. She shrugged and picked up the dish, swishing it around a bit, then tipping it into her mouth.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Taking his own seat, shirt open buttoned to just below the throat, Alec takes his seat and regards the silver dish in front of him skeptically. Turning to his escort, he arches an eyebrow and, with earnesty if not politeness, asks "So...what's this?"
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Alec's escort, as with Marg, as with many of the other guests only replied by drinking the clear liquid. Marg would immediately feel the effects of course, a cool peppermint flavour with a new, unique sweetness that warmed in her stomach... and then spread. Her clothes suddenly felt quite tight in some areas and loose in others, an usual experience giver her choice of armour as attire.
The escorts were quite androgynous to begin with but indeed they changed their features enough to indicate the shift. Marg on the other hand... well would have to describe what would be a reasonable transmutation into a man given her physical features as a woman prior.
Grayell was quite surprised as the guest simply swapped sexes around them and then looked back to his own serving. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it, his eyes a little lost in though, an eyebrow raised. He looked to Kiko to gauge her reaction.
Kiko 's eyes were a little wild. She wasn't confused, though. Her natural suspicious attitude had saved her here. While the rest of the party guest underwent the changes in genders she kept her hand firmly on the table.
Mab had said no one would be harmed, and they were not. But, well, faeries had some damn funny ways of showing their guests a good time. Kiko sat back in her chair with a snap to find the Wolf looking at her.
Her eyes went directly to the silver dish in front of him. He had not been worried. He had just been fighting Alec. He had to have been thirsty.
Wolf?
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Kiko gave an inward shudder with his answer and glanced across the room at the Faery queen. Yeah, dangerous with a capitol D.
She gave the Wolf a quick squeeze of her hand and tried to relax again. It was highly doubtful that would happen now, but she had no where to go, either.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell only laughed softly, barely a breath. His hand returned the squeeze and he shifted in his seat to rest his chin on her shoulder, wanting her attention.
The dress is incredible... but is much like a sheet draped over a masterpiece.
Kiko looked at him her eyebrows arched in surprise. She shouldn't be surprised, he always managed to find humor in the strangest of places. It was one of the qualities she admired.
Are you saying you want to yank the sheet away?
She wasn't very good at coy.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell looked to the party once more but stayed resting on her shoulder. The very tip of his tongue was protruding through his teeth and he grinned. His eyes wandered down her front and then up, over her hair and to her ear... then back to her eyes. His voice lowered.
Kiko's nose flared wide. The response didn't come from the words, though they echoed all the way through her body and started to burn. No, she was watching his tongue.
She took a slow breath. Then another one. And one after that before she could trust her voice.
But, then I'd just be paint and canvas.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”