Lily [M:0:0:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=546&page=1#19046][b]Zombies are the new vampires, didn?t you know that?[/b][0:Dead][1:Alive]
Lily spun back around the dress still clutched to her chest. She adored the feel of silk, the sensation not unlike waterfalls in the rain. She could not stop touching it. Still, he had said she needed more than one. Lily obediently picked out a half dozen more of the silk dresses. They were of varying styles, but all were vibrant colors, and none of them fell longer than her knees.
The knowledge that he was pleased encouraged her to choose other things, too. There were silk slippers to replace the rotting ones currently on her feet, sheer stockings which were gossamer as spider silk; and just as sheer, and lastly silk ribbons to decorate her hair.
By the time she was done her arms were full and the smile on her face had nothing to do with the game they were playing. Her smile was purely for the enjoyment of how the material teased her senses. She could almost smell the mothballs so common in every dressing room she had been in, hear the chatter of the other dancers, and see the paint that would transform an ordinary looking girl into a swan.
Lily’s fingers halted. She glanced down. The pile of downy feathers she had been idly caressing turned out to be a set of midnight black wings the tips dipped in silver. She suddenly wanted them more than the dresses.
“Grandfather? May I have these, too?”
Living Dead Girl
“It's hard for me to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?”
Liseth grinned as the dual layers of animal instinct and very human greed ran parallel as she bounded through the underbrush towards the mix of smells and sounds. There was an underlying current of something....strange. She didn't know what it was, but the whiff was intoxicating, leading her to investigate.
The slipped through the trees, a red blur, stopping suddenly at the edge of the forest, looking intently into the tents and wagons and people. She'd gotten another whiff. That...was interesting. Very interesting. For a moment she was honestly curious. She shifted, smirking, and slipped into the crowd, nonchalantly walking towards the source.
The man who ran the series of stalls and tables Lily and the disguised Renquist were shopping at noticed them from around the side of his tent, and as he walked around it towards them had a very sudden and striking headache, and collapsed into the tentflap. No one noticed as he was pulled in. Liseth tucked him under a table, only momentarily considering killing him. No, people would find out, and as much as she would have liked to draw her Alpha into a game of cat and mouse and murder, she had bigger things on her mind. She rummaged around in the tent and found, to her surprise and chagrin, that the man had kept his best clothing in the tent itself. She found a long, red coat, trimmed with fox fur so bright it was almost orange, tied in the front over a white undershirt, with long sleeves that covered her hands. Noting the utter and convenient irony, she very nearly sashayed out of the tent, acted like she just noticed Lily, and walked over to them, giving a short bow and a winning, cheerfully, and incredibly predatory smile.
My dear. Might I say those are just your color? No, even better. They were made for you, darling.
The tent that Orp found himself in was very nearly nondescript, looking like a normal shop with an array of exotic spices and non-perishable food items from foreign lands. The shopkeeper leaned on a temporary counter, watching him with amusement. He was dark-skinned and wore a turban, looking a little rotund from his posh lifestyle and wealth. The penny hopped up onto his counter and he put his finger on it, smiling to Orp.
Good morning, sir cyclops.
--------------------- Dominic found himself in an especially fragrant area. It seems this was where food was being cooked, some of which he recognized. There were some voices, singing faintly to his right, nearly drowned out by the din of voices. Where there was food there was entertainment, and where there was entertainment there was music.
Renquist tapped his cane and smiled, a gesture entirely lost in the darkness within his cowl, but nodded which was noticeable enough. His voice remained perfectly dry, cracked and in need of parching. This was almost too easy and it delighted him to no end to see her enjoy this game as well.
But her pleasure at handling and sorting through the clothing warmed him somewhat, something akin to affection striking his dead heart as he watched her at play. Yes, she could indeed have anything she wanted. He had the means of course, money was no concern.
Yes my sweet, consider them yours.
Lily [M:0:0:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=546&page=1#19046][b]Zombies are the new vampires, didn?t you know that?[/b][0:Dead][1:Alive]
Lily gave Renquist a wide smile. The enjoyment deepened at his response and it wasn’t entirely due to the words. No, it was the thread tying them together which warmed her body in a dozen places. It was nearly orgasmic.
“Thank you, Grandfather.”
She turned back to the shopkeeper who had suggested that the wings were made just for her. The expression on her face changed, too. All emotion had been wiped off, the smile replaced by a polite twist, and her silver eyes were as dead as the metal they resembled.
“I’d like these please, miss.”
Living Dead Girl
“It's hard for me to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?”
silverdust [M:0:0:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?board=ci&action=display&thread=314]Mess with the panther, and you get the dagger in your throat.
Post by silverdust on Nov 26, 2011 10:16:03 GMT -5
Kat stuck close to Kiko as they entered the nest of tents, ears twitching, turning to each new sound before flicking forward again, tips quivering. Her tail curled tightly around herself, she watches everything. Partially out of curiosity, and partially out of paranoia; this is the type of crowd she loves to move through when she's 'working'. So easy to find marks.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Margrett shook off the feeling and cleared her throat, speaking to Kiko and Kat but seemingly more interested in their surroundings.
So, anything you ladies looking for in particular? I'm just seeing the sights here, I have no preference.
----------------- The man smiled, leaning on the counter.
It is in me. It's a parlor trick, really. those who chase the coin are either so desperate for money they are willing to do anything, or so stingy and money-smart they know every penny's worth. Both of those people I can use.
Last Edit: Nov 26, 2011 18:32:30 GMT -5 by Margrett
Liseth noticed the drastic change in Lily's tone and cocked her head, walking along the table straightening things nonchalantly.
Of course, my dear. For you and your charming elder, my special discount. Those are going to a good home. Ten gold, if you folks use that currency in the area. That's all. She stopped, and gave the disguised Renquist a smile.
Might I say, Grandfather, that you look dashing for your...age.
Lily [M:0:0:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=546&page=1#19046][b]Zombies are the new vampires, didn?t you know that?[/b][0:Dead][1:Alive]
Lily said nothing more only turned to face Renquist. Her features might have been carved out of stone for all the animation they carried. She neither looked left or right, and the chaos of the other shoppers and merchants made no impression on her, nor did Liseth's voice.
She had placed the wings on the top of the other items, however, with a very delicate gesture, if somewhat less graceful than anything she had done among the copse of trees. Her eyes, however, when she lifted them to his face were no longer dead. No, the were best described as gleeful.
Living Dead Girl
“It's hard for me to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?”
Renquist produced the settled up 10 coins and then added another as a simple gesture of thanks. He held them toward Liseth but not one moment did his disguise falter. She had keen senses, that was obvious given her blood. But what made Renquist somewhat curious were two simple things. The fact that he could smell Grayell upon her... and the fact that she had the pungent aroma of someone bordering on complete madness. He knew that scent all too well, the savagery that lurked within her, the oblivious want for power and conquest.
He knew much of Grayell's past, a great many things in fact... but this woman, at this time; held no further interest for him. No, he had something else to see to.
Thank you for your help young lady.
Renquist scuffled to Lily's side then, his free hand now resting on her arm as she carried her prized clothes.
Is there anything else you would care to look at, my sweet?
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Kiko smiled at the catgirl beside her. Those twitching ears gave her away, something had caught her interest, Kiko was not sure what, though. There were too many choices. She had to admit to an odd feeling of enjoyment, too. Kiko did not voluntarily enter larges groups of people. That's not to say she had not been around such before, she had, in several larger cities. But, it was always an arduous task, not a pleasant one.
Honestly? I had not thought about buying anything. I'd like to find some silk, perhaps clothing vendor might have something I could use. But, now that you mention it, Margrett, I'd like to find a teapot.
She did not say anything more, and her eyes were distant. The Wolf had mentioned a tea ceremony weeks ago when she first met him. She had not the means then, maybe she could remedy that now.
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.”
Dominic [M:123:1420:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=382&page=1#14144][b]Let me tell you a story...[/b][0:No encore today][1:You have my attention]
Dominic inhaled a good number of times, just taking in everything he could. Oh how he did love indulging every sense he had, almost to spite the fact that he didn't have every sense at his disposal. After a moment of this he walked toward the singing and the wonderful smells. He didn't know the song exactly, but he could pick up the melody patterns easily enough.
He unslung his lute, quickly and quietly adjusted the tuning and without invitation began to play along with the singing. He seemed to be able to make his instrument sound just right for the style, emulating the tone of other stringed instruments. He picked his strings very carefully to ensure this, and ensure durability as affording quality strings was actually rather expensive. He asked for nothing, just played along until they either welcomed him or shooed him away. Maybe they'd throw some of that goregous smelling food his way for his trouble, but he'd be fine leaving without it. His mind was already noting the words to the song, trying to add it to his internal library.
Love, like Hope, has too few letters for a word so powerful.
Lily [M:0:0:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=546&page=1#19046][b]Zombies are the new vampires, didn?t you know that?[/b][0:Dead][1:Alive]
Lily’s attention returned to Renquist. It was the touch; of course, it intensified the thudding heartbeat now powering her body. He rebuilt it, he fueled it, and her pliant flesh recognized a master hand. And it resonated; gods did it ever, all the way down to her toes.
“No Grandfather. Everything I need is right here.”
Lily smiled turning gradually back to him and clutching the clothing tight. But, she was not talking about the clothes, or even the fantastic wings. The comment was wholly directed at him. And so was the fresh look in her eyes. That look said no one else mattered - that the audience in this impromptu play could be lying dead at their feet - she would not care, at all. Not when he was standing beside her.
Living Dead Girl
“It's hard for me to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?”