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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

Harder Than it Seems

Postby Redd on May 28th, 2014, 9:39 am

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Day 72, Spring, 514 AV

Redd had wanted to get out, to hunt, to sink her teeth into flesh, to taste that blood as she chewed through that juicy meat. To savour it as it settled inside her stomach, but most importantly, to settle the agitation that she felt. Of course, that didn't happen as a rude awakening occurred.

The moment she had attempted to shift, she basically almost strangled herself with the inferno collar that was locked tight around her neck. No matter what she did, no matter how hard she attempted to rip it off, it stayed there. Eventually she had been forced to kneel upon the ground while she gasped in that sweet oxygen.

So, after all of her efforts to get outside of Ravok, she had been forced to return back to Ravok's walls and wandered the streets in vain. Finding out that the collar restricted her from slipping into a form she was more in touch with, was dis-heartening. In a way, it felt like she was denied from being who she really was. Master Elias had seemed happy about her animal form, so then why restrict it?

Her hazel hues had stared back at her from the waters of the canal and not for the first time that day, she wondered if it was to keep her safe or the people of Ravok safe. Lifting a hand she gently tugged the scarf away from her neck, revealing the leather collar that was the cause of her present troubles. Even a purple colour was starting to become more evident upon her skin, colour that was restricted to only around the collar.

She then quickly wrapped the scarf back around her neck and began to make her way back to the inn they were living in. He had upgraded the room since he first took her in, but Master Elias was not comfortable touching her or so it would seem. So she was more comfortable sleeping under the desk, no matter the trouble her fractured ribs gave her, she just simply slept on the opposite side.

Taking a deep breath, she entered the inn quietly, keeping her gaze turned downwards as she felt the eyes of the old man upon her form while she walked towards the stairs to go up to the room. She paused before the door before she quietly slipped through it, taking note of what Master Elias was doing.

He was seated at his desk, a bunch of odd things laid out in front of him, she recognized one of them as being a weapon of sorts. Kind of like a sword but a lot smaller, something one could smuggle into their boot maybe. "Master Elias... I have returned."

Her voice was soft, almost reluctant. She didn't want to disturb him, whatever it was that he was doing, but it seemed to draw her in and she walked slowly towards him. Slipping the hood of her cloak off of her head, she decided to leave the scarf around her neck. She didn't want to have to be faced with a reality that she wasn't sure she could handle.

She lifted a hand to gently run along the surface of the desk, something that he had pointed out was where people sat at to do tasks upon. Gently she picked up an odd tool in her right hand, it had what looked like fur on one end of the stick and she brushed it over the tips of her left hand. It felt... Funny. She lifted her gaze to view Elias, her head angling to the right, "Master Elias, what are you doing? "She inquired, hesitant to do so.


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Harder Than it Seems

Postby Elias Caldera on May 28th, 2014, 9:48 am

"Where are you, you little-" The mage mumbled to no one but himself. There was something missing, if only he could petching find it! Elias had been sitting there, staring at the upturned basin for the better part of a bell. Frustration had taken a hold of him only chimes into his endeavor however, and at that point the bubble of annoyance he had been nursing since this morning was ready to pop. On either side of the plain wooden basin sat a pair of chalk crudely drawn symbols upon the smooth surface of the desk, both of which were coarsely connected to a set of glyphs that surrounded the basin itself. Inelegant, but adequate none the less. He had placed both his hands upon them, the expectation being that all the djed he had been pouring through their arcane commands and subsequently, into the basin, would have established a denser conduit network by that point. Apparently that was not to be.

It didn't seem to matter how much djed he tried to force into the basin, he could not get it to latch on and embed itself on the item. The result was an such an pathetically underdeveloped system djed lines that it couldn't be harnessed for even the most primal of magecrafting purposes. How was an artist meant to create his masterpiece if he had no bloody paint? What was perhaps worst about it was the djed flowing through his eyes told him his levied flow of arcana was indeed going somewhere, it just simply refused to take any kind of meaningful form once it was engrained. With a sigh and a rub of his straining eyes, Elias picked up his golden hammer and struck the basin, hoping to elicit a response.

Once. Nothing.

Twice. Nothing.

He didn't even bother with a third.

Exasperated, the Ravokian threw the sacred tool aside with a careless clatter and clasped his wary head in temporary defeat. By the time the door opened and Redd slipped in, Elias had already dived back into it, studying the damnable basin with a magical gleam in his eye that could have only meant auristics were at play. As for the kelvic, he greeted her with a dispassionate wave of his hand, something more akin to acknowledging her existence and less 'hello.' It would have hardly come off as surprising for the wolf, as by now she must have been acutely aware of how her studious master had a tendency of losing himself in his magical "moments." Naturally the mage had never once even entertained the ludicrous idea of explaining to her what he was doing or, Rhysol forbid, showed or her how. Unfortunately, as curious as she was, this compounding mystery Elias had mockingly thrown in her face and refused to decipher only served to deepen her hunger for an answer. She was dangerous like that, he had found, always wanting to know why. It made life around her into a little dance the two of them would play, where Elias skipped around her questions and twirled amidst her inquiries, and all the while she would hound him for the truth he continued to tease her with.

As much as he had grown to enjoy her company over the last... what was it now? Thirty days? Teaching a slave magic was like tying a cinder block to your feet and taking an afternoon dive into the lake; suicidal. Nearly a third of a season however, was indeed a long time. Long enough to, relatively speaking, get to know somebody. Redd had managed to impress him quite thoroughly within the first few days however. Her ignorance towards many of the common things most would take for granted had amused him at first, then it annoyed him... but finally, in the end, her naivety towards all thing civilized intrigued the young mage beyond both those initial attitudes. It was an interesting opportunity to teach a creature as fierce and wild as Redd about the intrinsic, yet basic order and law of mankind. He wondered sometimes how much she truly let on about her knowledge of these things however. His magic, as just one example, had captivated her most curiously. He was not shy of demonstrating his arcane abilities around her, but still, it took a few early hypnotic charms to keep her mentally wary of ever dabbling in such madness before he ever felt comfortable. To his relief it seemed to have worked in the beginning, but since then rarely had the Caldera ever needed to use his honeyed words on her with such tenacity.

Instead he had received such a loyal and devoted response from her it was almost overwhelming. So much in fact he genuinely felt confident enough in letting her leave his side now whenever she so chose to. Sadly, there were some set backs to her... captivity.

He felt the hairs bristle on the back of his neck as she drew nearer, a mischievous hand sliding across the desk towards his tools. "What are you doing?" She asked next, brush suddenly in her scrutinizing grasp. He turned away from his work for the first time since she returned, casting his gaze on the kelvic as she, in turn, looked at him. All Elias saw was a surging mosaic of whirring color and ethereal energy that only a mage could behold. His brow furrowed as he noticed how perplexingly odd the flow seemed around her neck was. Almost as if she had been strangled. With a blink, he dispelled the djed, returning his vision to normal while his frown remained. Slipping out of his chair with a pair of loud groans, one from him and one from the chair, he took the brush from her sleek hand and set it back down on the table, his attention fixed solely on the collar around her neck.

"You disappoint me, Redd." He said, closing in upon her until they were mere inches apart. She smelled of sweat drenched fur and the green wilderness. Lifting her chin with his calloused hand, he began examining the contusions and bruises marring her throat under the the constraint of leather. This girl has a bad habit getting herself hurt... "I thought we had an understanding." He sighed as brindled hair parted at his touch. His frown only continued to deepen as the extent of her injuries became clearer. As if her ribs weren't warning enough, now she would do this to herself. It was as if she was trying to drive him mad. With a sudden flick of his wrist a key fell into his palm. Silently, Elias carefully unlocked the binding from around her neck and placed it on the desk, noting with distaste how the collar defiantly clung to her flesh upon removal.

His hands went to her neck again, this time delicately kneading the bruised skin until all was clear to the observing master. He released her, and with an unpleasantness about him, he moved over to the closet and threw it open. "Why did you try and shift again?" He continued, pulling free a cloth from the dark confines of the wardrobe. Res slithered from his fingers and across the rag, turning to water and drenching it completely all at once. He returned to her then, wet cloth in hand and brown eyes glaring down into hers. The soothing dampness of soon found its way to her neck as Elias awaited an answer he was certain he wouldn't like.
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Harder Than it Seems

Postby Redd on June 8th, 2014, 4:39 am

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Redd took a couple of steps back the moment the frown settled upon his facial features, she had done something wrong, especially for him to suddenly turn away from his magical things. The things she often found him at, doing what ever it was he was doing and mostly ignoring her.

Her hazel hues watched him stand up from his chair, his groan and the chair's groan reaching her hearing as he took the item she held from her grasp, her gaze following the item's path back down upon the desk. It was then that her gaze returned back to him, and she noticed that his gaze was fixed upon the collar around her throat.

"You disappoint me, Redd." She heard him say as he closed in upon her, so closed that she almost would have flinched away. It was the closest they had been since the night he had originally placed the collar around her neck.

The moment his rough hands grasped her chin, she attempted to look away from him, she didn't want to see disappointment there but she had only brought it upon herself really. Her gaze focused upon the odd item that Elias had set back upon the desk. "I thought we had an understanding."

As Elias began to unlock the collar around her neck, she was momentarily surprised, her gaze flickering back to him. A wince crossed her own features as the collar seem to pull at the skin where it had been previously locked around, before her gaze followed the path of the collar to the desk.

When his hands returned back to her neck, she lifted her chin a little higher and her gaze closed for a moment as she simply enjoyed the kneading of his hands along her bruised neck. Occasionally she would wince in pain, but she was just glad to finally feel the gentle hands of her master once more.

It was then, however that he chose to let go and his words reached her ears as he threw open the closet. "Why did you try and shift again?" She then took a few steps back, feeling the wall at her back after a couple of steps. It was then that he returned back to her, with a rag in hand.

He was mad, she could tell because those muddy pools of his was glaring down at her as she felt the dampness of the rag that he pressed to her bruised neck. She wanted to look away from him, she didn't want him to be mad at her, but instead her hazel hues remained captured by his angry gaze.

"I... I only want to shift because... Because..." Would he under stand how she felt being inside a room all day or just having to busy herself with observing the people of Ravok while learning the outlay of Ravok. Her hands clasped in front of her form as she bit down upon her bottom lip lightly, she didn't want a bloodied lip as well.

A sigh settled upon her lips then, as she realized that he would only just wait until she gave him an answer to his question. "I only wanted to shift because I wanted to hunt, to enjoy the taste of the blood of my kill as my teeth tore through its flesh." Her gaze drifted away as she winced again with the press of the cool rag to her bruised neck.

Shifting would only cause more problems and it would only displease him, but she had missed the feeling of being in wolf form. Often she would lay awake on a full moon and she wanted to howl, but refrained from doing so for it would wake him. She wanted to feel her muscles shift under her skin as she ran, to feel the wind brush through her fur. She had also wanted to be a better wolf for him, to learn to be a better wolf so while he was doing his magical thing, she could protect him.

It was then that her gaze return to view those brown hues of her master once more, her hazel eyes reflecting what she felt deep within. "I.. I'm sorry Master Elias, I shouldn't have done what I did, I realize this now. I... I won't do it again."


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Harder Than it Seems

Postby Elias Caldera on June 10th, 2014, 9:08 am

His hand stopped, frozen in motion as Redd answered him with more truth and honesty than he had been ready for. Wide eyed and wanting for words, Elias only realized his hand had begun squeezing the rag against her neck the moment she did. A tiny trickle of water had escaped down her bruised flesh and then slithered across the curves and contours of her chest, soaking the shirt in the process. Blinking, he cleared his throat uncomfortably and relieved the death grip he had put on the wetcloth. If he had felt a little awkward when she had smiled and practically cooed under his touch earlier, then this darkly intimate insight into what her mind was really thinking certainly made it worse. Licking his lips as he took a hesitant step back, his eyes first moved to the collar on the desk, but he quickly thought better of it. This wasn't a matter so easily settled with leather and lock, he needed to convince her to his thinking, to her thinking.

If that failed... well there was always hypnotism.

Placing a considerate hand upon the stubble that had taken up the process of disheveling his usually clean cut appearance, Elias pondered the situation for a brief tick as he studied both the kelvic in front of him and the words that eluded his reach. Eventually however, he managed to take hold of an idea that he felt confident would soothe the restless animal within, if only for a little while longer.

Taking hold of the wooden chair with one hand, and the wolf with another, he brought the two together, carefully guiding her into its embrace. "Don't... Don't apologize. Not for doing what you were born to do." He began, his palm now gliding over her shoulders as he slowly circled the young woman. He knew by now she would hang on his every word, but still, an air of uncertainty as he nonchalantly disappeared from her view with a quiet step behind her would serve his purposes well, he imagined. "You are as much as wolf as you are a woman after all. As a kelvic, there is no distinction between one and the other." He stopped behind her, resting his grip on the handles of the chair and leaning in. There was an audible and shuddering moan of protest from the armchair before he continued. "But I fear you've spent too long as one, and not long enough as the other." As she had revealed it to them the day of their fateful meeting, Elias knew full well her tragic and illuminating history in the wilds. Born a human and cast out an animal, she had lived what little life she had confined to the chaos of the wilderness and far, far away from the safety and civilization of man. It quickly became apparent in the way she oddly viewed the world around her, especially this new human one she had found herself abruptly thrust into.

"Answer me this..." he continued, rounding the seat and standing in front of her now. "How do people react to you when you shift?" He already knew the answer, but she needed to hear herself admit it unprovoked. It was the same way her pack of wolves had reacted as well if he had to guess. Not petching well. "And how do they act when you are as you are now, or when they notice my mark upon your hand?" His mark, not the mark, the distinction was just another part of all this and he was taken aback it had come so naturally to him. It was a little unnerving watching himself fall back into this dangerous and conniving roll. It was as if he had never left the Stryfe in the first place.

Its because of her... He quickly realized. Redd, for all her innocence and naivety, had unlocked a primal confidence and power in him that Elias had abandoned when he abandoned his life in Ravok. Gone had been the arrogance of his rank and status, replaced only with confusion and fear at the time. In doing what he had done to her, that power had all come flowing back when she finally submitted to his will. Trickles at first, but when he was around the wolf, his wolf, it became a raging torrent. I should have never let her call me alpha...
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Harder Than it Seems

Postby Redd on June 10th, 2014, 3:20 pm

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Redd had felt his hand still by her neck, those brown hues that were once glaring, were now wide and she began to wonder if she had said something far worse than actually trying to shift with the collar on. She then began to realize that his hand had begun to squeeze the rag in his hand hard, as she felt the small rivulets of water make their way along the curves and contours of her form before meshing with her shirt.

Upon noting the fact that he had made a strange noise at the back of his throat, that he had taken a step back and looked back at the collar on the desk, she had cringed on the inside. Had she really said something wrong? Had she wanted to do something that he considered wrong?

She watched as he then placed a hand upon his chin, her hazel hues watching his gaze as he seemed to study her. This action only served to confuse her as she lifted a hand to gently wipe at the damp skin along the nape of her neck, wincing as she brushed against the bruise. She would have to try to remember that trying to shift with the collar on, was bad.

As he gently took her hand and guided her into the chair, she was instantly confused. Was he angry or did he simply want her to sit down so he could look at her neck better? She then looked up at him as he spoke.

"Don't... Don't apologize. Not for doing what you were born to do." So he wasn't angry that she had tried to shift and wanted to hunt? She felt his palm glide over her shoulders and she wanted nothing more than to lean into that touch, but she refrained as he suddenly disappeared from sight.

"You are as much as wolf as you are a woman after all. As a kelvic, there is no distinction between one and the other." She heard the groan of the chair and felt the wood protest underneath her form as her master leaned in, his words drifting over her form as she closed her hues for a moment. "But I fear you've spent too long as one, and not long enough as the other."

He understood! He could understand that being a wolf was all she knew, this human thing was so confusing and so new to her. There was so much that she didn't understand about the human world that it often made her curious and it sometimes confused her.

"Answer me this..." She heard his footsteps upon the floor as he rounded the chair and her gaze opened to view him once more, her head angling to the side as she listened to his question. "How do people react to you when you shift?"

She had been about to answer when she paused, making sure to think about her answer first, as she listened to the last part of his question. "And how do they act when you are as you are now, or when they notice my mark upon your hand?" Her gaze turned to view her left hand, her right hand gently lifting to quietly trace the half black sun that had been tattooed upon the back of her left hand.

Another sigh settled upon her lips as she looked to him, her master. Patient as he was, something she was ever so grateful for. "When I shifted they... They didn't take too well. Some feared while others hunted..."

Her hands gripped together as she continued, "In this form, with your mark... Some people don't really notice me and others are kind in a way, but the old man at the front desk just stares at me, like some people do."

Redd stopped as her tongue darted out to lick her lips and she wanted nothing more than to curl back up underneath the desk. Why couldn't anyone or anything accept her for who she w... Wait, there was someone that did accept her for it and he was standing right in front of her. He placed his mark upon her skin and now she isn't hunted, she hadn't even heard anything from slavers. He had even said that she shouldn't apologize for doing what she was born to do.

A tick passed, before her eyes widened at that thought, Master Elias was everything that an alpha was. Understanding, caring, a teacher and most importantly a leader. Throughout her time with him, he had done all of those things for her and he was still doing that for her even now.


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Harder Than it Seems

Postby Elias Caldera on June 11th, 2014, 1:24 am

Elias permitted himself a small smile as he watched the young Kelvic figuratively put together all the pieces he had so carefully laid out in front of her. Just as he had planned. At least, he assumed she was getting it anyway. The way she reacted after a ponderous moment of what was certainly a bit of inner dialogue seemed to hint that she had come to some monumental realization. If she had; perfect, and better yet, he hadn't needed a single drop of hypnotism to get it done either. "You and I Redd, we both have something incredible hidden away within us." A sliver of djed flowed into his palm, warping into res. He made a fanciful display of waving his fingers about as it ignited into fire, slithering along his knuckles and wrist like a creeping vine or snake. "For me... Its my djed, my magic." Said magic then disappeared in another whirl of his hands, leaving behind only tendrils of wispy white smoke in the aftermath. "For you, its the wolf inside. While we may love and cherish such gifts and fundamental aspects of what we are." Fundamental... maybe It would be prudent to not use such large words with her from now on he thought, all the while continuing his lesson uninterrupted. "Others do not, because they cannot. We can't expect someone else to know what its like to be like us, now can we? As for Tarsin... well petch Tarsin." That son of a bitch had never like Elias. You know, he tried to charge me sixty gold for this room! Sixty!?

While he let his words sink in for a while, he sauntered over to the desk, eventually leaning against its rough edge while he waited. Elias spared himself glance over at the consortium of crude magical experimentation had had assembled upon the thing, glyphs and magecrafting tools skewed about with an almost reckless abandon. Djed flickered into his sense of vision for a brief moment, allowing the young man a small glimpse into the inner workings and auras of the basin he had been trying to manipulate. His curiosity was rewarded with only more frustration from the blasted thing. While he would need more focus and concentration to study the intricate details of the basin for exacts, it was still clear as day how very little had changed with the still incredibly useless aura of amplified arcana the thing had taken on. He wanted to frown, like he always did, but he restrained himself. Redd had a perturbing knack for picking up on his facial expression and body language, something that she often misinterpreted as involving her. Not surprising really, considering the kind of peers she had grown up around. He wasn't sure if animals had a language, but he was pretty confident they did a fair share of their communicating through others means, more primal means as well. Unfortunately, as Elias had a tendency to glare and grimace at every little thing, it must have often felt very disturbing and confusing for the kelvic to see such features on his face for no explainable reason other than his own mental quibbling.

He let the magic -and his griping- fade from his body with a silent sigh. The whole observation hadn't taken no more than half a chime, giving Redd an adequate amount of time to consider what he had told her. "Think of Ravok as you would the wilds. Not in every case mind you, but in some things, I think the comparison can help you acclimate -get used to- life here a little easier. Lone wolves don't survive, and to stay part of the pack, you have to first become part of the pack. This is all belongs to humanity and Rhysol, a fact you should never forget while you walk these streets. It does you no good alienate yourself, especially not in this city." Elias had allowed Redd to continue her ignorance of such things for far too long it now felt. For weeks he was content to simply allow her to lie about, healing as the days went on. That had evidently been a mistake. As one might have expected, Redd had gone quite stir crazy early on, but now that her thoughts were left to freely wander with nothing but time on her hands, her inactivity had begun to tread on dangerous territory. Today then, he would rectify that.

"I see now that I've done an injustice by you, Redd. I've allowed you to wallow and stagnate undirected for too long. From today on, I shall begin in earnest with your disciplining. There is still a great much you must yet learn, and its time I taught you." If he was truly dead set on selling her off once she was fit enough to be worth more than the cost of her care, then an obedient kelvic with the collective wits and common sense of a child would likely reduce his starting bid to say the least... That was of coarse, if he was still going to sell her in the first place.

Glancing over the desk for a source of inspiration, Elias quickly found himself embarrassingly at a loss for what to begin with. "Hmmm, perhaps something you feel strongly about better understanding would be best. Just as a first step..."
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Postby Redd on June 11th, 2014, 3:20 am

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Redd's hazel hues watched as a small smile curve his lips and she figured that maybe, she had said something right this time and a smile of her own curved her own lips, listening to his words carefully. "You and I Redd, we both have something incredible hidden away within us." He had something strange within him too? Something people don't accept him of?

Her eyes widened as she watched a sliver of djed flowed into his palm, before he made a fanciful display of it, as it seemed to ignite into flames. Her lips parted in surprise as she watched the path of the flame. It was most certainly different, but why would they hate him for it?

"For me... Its my djed, my magic." A shake of her head was given as the flames was seemingly put out with his hands. She didn't understand why that was so bad, why they would make him out to be bad? Survival was key to living, who cares how that was brought about? She understood why she was hated, she was a beast, an evil beast according to her mother and she had to live off of dead corpses when she was a pup.

"For you, its the wolf inside. While we may love and cherish such gifts and fundamental aspects of what we are." Fundamental? Was he going to say more words that she didn't fully understand? Was fundamental, fun, in a mental kind of way? "Others do not, because they cannot. We can't expect someone else to know what its like to be like us, now can we? As for Tarsin... well petch Tarsin."

Tarsin is the name of the old man at the front desk? Her gaze followed Elias back over to his desk as she began to think upon his words. They made some sense. While she did love being in her wolf form, people didn't like her, but Master Elias did. What about his magic? That was not accepted by the people? Why would that be? She thought it was strange and interesting all at the same time.

The young wolf heard a sigh upon her master's lips and her gaze returned back to him, was there something wrong? "Think of Ravok as you would the wilds. Not in every case mind you, but in some things, I think the comparison can help you acclimate -get used to- life here a little easier. Lone wolves don't survive, and to stay part of the pack, you have to first become part of the pack. This is all belongs to humanity and Rhysol, a fact you should never forget while you walk these streets. It does you no good alienate yourself, especially not in this city."

A nod of her head was given, it was a well known fact that a lone wolf did not survive and she had been quite lucky when she had stumbled upon Elias the moment Vayl had disappeared. Elias had then taken her in and done everything an alpha would do. So even being a human you had to become part of the pack? Was Ravok and Rhysol the pack? Who was Rhysol?

"I see now that I've done an injustice by you, Redd. I've allowed you to wallow and stagnate undirected for too long. From today on, I shall begin in earnest with your disciplining. There is still a great much you must yet learn, and its time I taught you." Her disciplining? Did that mean learning? Her hands lifted to grasp the arms of the chair, excitement flowing through her form.

It made her feel like a pup all over again, but she was learning to be human and her Master Elias was teaching her to be one. Her gaze eagerly watched him as he began to look over the desk and she wondered what he might teach her. She wouldn't mind learning that magic trick, or reading. She had seen her Master Elias doing that reading and writing thing and it was something that she was eager to learn about.

Slowly, she stood up from the chair and crossed the floor to the desk to stand beside her master. "Hmmm, perhaps something you feel strongly about better understanding would be best. Just as a first step..."

He wanted to know what she wanted to learn? This was something no one had ever asked her before and she clasped her hands in front of her trying to quell the excitement she felt. Her gaze falling to view the book upon the desk, one that she had often seen him reading."I... I wouldn't mind learning to read." she said softly as she looked up at him with her hazel hues.

It was then that a frown crossed her facial features, as she remembered a question that she had momentarily forgotten about during her excitement when he said that he was going to teach her something. "Master Elias... Who is Rhysol?"


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Harder Than it Seems

Postby Elias Caldera on June 13th, 2014, 6:18 am

The excitement Redd beamed up at him was unbearably contagious, as even her master found himself unable to suppress a smirk from edging its way unto his lips. The kelvic was rather talented when it came to lightening the mood of her keeper, even when all she did came naturally and unbidden to her. Her request however, instantly stumped the equally eager young man in his tracks. Teach her to read she says... Really, he should have been better prepared for this, and now that he charged in half cocked Elias found himself more than a bit befuddled at how to proceed. How had his teachers back when he was a kid done it? What were even the first steps in undertaking a task as grand as this? He began to fret, but did not show it. This was no small matter, reading and writing were one of the very foundations of all that civilization stuff he had been talking about so high and mightily about not two chimes ago. He pondered for a moment, looking down at his hopeful little wolf, who in turn, stared up at him with hazel eyes filled to the brim with hesitant hope and promise. She was like a child in many respects, one that had taken to her master as more a leader and a teacher at times, than a proper owner. Of course, she was anything but a child, which made things so much more curiously complexing when it came to interacting with her. Practically a woman full grown, Redd had come to him with a body that stunned with its femininity and grace, but a mind which had had only three years to catch up as her growth raced ahead unchecked. The curse of being a Kelvic, Elias mused as he reached past her and picked up his journal and pen.

Well, now that he had given it some thought, in the end it was just reading and writing, right? It was certainly nothing impossible or unachievable. Redd proved herself quick to learn in most regards, and so he was certain he could teach her given enough time. Its not as if she had asked him what a god was or something. "Master Elias... Who is Rhysol?"

"Oh jeez- I mean... that's a good question, Redd." He began writing something on the journal as he continued. "Rhysol is a god. Lord protector of this city, warden and father to all its denizens. He is the reason Ravok exists, why it is safe, and why it will one day reign over all others -and you do know what a god is, do you?" No, came the answer, but Elias only nodded with a master's patience. He had dug himself this hole, now it was time to dig himself out of it. "A god is a being of such unimaginable power and authority it is simply beyond you, or I, or any other mortal creature on this world. They are immortal, forever living, and often take up and symbolize different domains that define Mizahar. Rhysol in particular... well, to those outside his hallowed sanctuary, they see him simply as the lord of betrayal, of chaos and all things evil." He paused there, pretending to work on the letters he was still jotting down on the journals page. He was tempted to explain it as how he had learned outsiders had come to see Rhysol, basically just as what he had described. Monstrous, destructive, unnecessary. As for the apprentice, he had grown up never knowing such sacrilegious thoughts, instead being taught how utterly paramount and supreme the dark lord truly was. He still believed that, but... well, it was best not to think poorly of the Defiler in his own city. That was probably just rude. "But he is so much more than that. Rhysol is merciful, cunning, dangerous and kind. A beacon of hope for all his followers... He is the inevitable." That was why Elias followed the greatest of gods, that was why he would die devoted, even while deep within he still questioned.

"I hope that makes some sense. Its not easy explaining something beyond understanding." With that said, he placed himself next to her with a smooth step, the journal held out for her to see. Upon its page was a single word, written in large, bold letters that spelled 'Red.' "Its your name."

He waited to enjoy her reaction to what he had just revealed, allowing her a moment to marvel before flipping the page on the journal to the next, revealing the bulk of his work. He had listed out each of the common alphabet as clear cut as he could. With that, he would begin the lesson in earnest, showing the kelvic how to sound out each letter as they went down the list. It wouldn't be a painless endeavor, but the young mage was determined to see it successful.
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Harder Than it Seems

Postby Redd on June 13th, 2014, 10:29 am

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The smirk that edged it's way upon his lips, made Redd smile even more. She was pleased whenever he smiled, for it meant that he felt some kind of amusement or that he was pleased with something and it brought her great comfort. She watched as he reached passed her to pick up his journal and she watched curious as to how he would answer her question about Rhysol.

Redd hadn't heard about him before, so she was very curious to find out about this Rhysol. "Rhysol is a god. Lord protector of this city, warden and father to all its denizens. He is the reason Ravok exists, why it is safe, and why it will one day reign over all others... You do know what a god is, right?" A shake of her head was given at this and she continued to listen to him speak after he had given a nod of his head.

"A god is a being of such unimaginable power and authority it is simply beyond you, or I, or any other mortal being on this world. They are immortal, and often take up and symbolize different domains of Mizahar. Rhysol in particular... well, to those outside his hallowed sanctuary, they see him simply as the lord of betrayal, of chaos and all things evil." She angled her head as she continued to watch him write within his journal he seemed to like writing in that journal a lot.

"But he is so much more than that. Rhysol is merciful, cunning, dangerous and kind. A beacon of hope for all his followers... He is the inevitable." A beacon of hope like Elias had been for her? Her master seem to speak from the heart and she was strangely comforted by this fact.

It was then that he placed himself beside her form, with only a step and he held the journal out for her to see. There upon the page was what looked like writing? Written in large and bold letters and the moment that he said that that was her name, she lifted her right hand to gently run her fingers along the page, her arm brushing his own in the process. A shiver would run down her spine as she refrained from gasping softly.

She wanted nothing more then to press close to him just to simply feel his form close to her own, but she remained where she was as he seemed to turn the page of his journal to reveal what he had been working on. Slowly, she slipped her form in front of him, her fingers gently following as he seemed to point out what the letters before her was and how it sounded upon the human tongue.

The young woman followed for a little while, before she was beginning to get distracted by the deep rumble within his chest and the feel of his form close to her own. Leaning into Master Elias's body, she sighed softly as she tried to watch the letters in front of her, attempting to pay attention to his lesson.

After she had attempted many times to remain on task, she gently reached out to take the journal and pen from his hands and she placed it upon the desk. Holding her breath she turned to face the man, her hazel hues watching him for anything that meant he was going to attack, or to hurt her, but no such sign came forth.

Making sure to keep her movements slow and open, she pressed her right hand against that firm chest of his, her gaze glanced over those wavy black locks, those muddy brown hues and that thin layer of stubble that covered his chin.

Softly pressing both of her palms against his chest, she leaned forwards onto the tips of her toes so then she could gently press her soft lips to his own lips. Her fingers curling inwards, so then they gently grasped the front of his shirt.


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Postby Elias Caldera on June 14th, 2014, 6:55 am

He felt her draw near, like one would feel the heat of a flame brought too close. The hairs on his arms prickled and rose as she fell against him, her supple form leaning peaceably into his unyielding chest. Elias immediately began to feel his heart betray him as it raced and thudded madly against his chest. Neither of them had failed to notice how she had shuddered at his mere touch, how his hands brought forth from her a reaction undeniable in its powerful throws. He knew the wolf was deeply enthralled in her owner, but Elias had thought himself better composed than this, capable of resisting what he had long since come to expect would prove an unassailable barrier between master and slave. He would have never expected such boldness from the kelvic as she was now displaying however, pressing her firm body against his with a degree of comfort neither of them had ever shared before. He hadn't had the where with all to react with anything other than surprise, though he at least managed to hide it. She was hesitant and helplessly wary, even in such a small act, but it hardly seemed to slow her pursuit. Elias showed no notion to change his course, even as rattled as he had rapidly become by her presence, he simply continued on with the lesson as best he could. It would be vain attempt. The scent of her brindled hair so close upon his shoulder filled his senses, driving his attention away from the letters upon the book. He knew if he allowed himself to be enveloped by the compulsion she now cast him in, even the smallest of stray thoughts would soon have him entirely enraptured by her wild red mane alone. The mage reminded himself to breath, hopelessly trying to distance his course of thinking away from the primal powers that now toyed with his convictions.

He had warned himself of this very moment, zealously explained in detail how letting himself get attached would serve no one but some base and weak willed desire for lust. She was the slave, he was the master, to allow any semblance of control over him would have been disastrous and threaten to undo all the work he had toiled away on. It was that very 'work' however, that nagged at his mind as well. Elias had warped Redd's mind to his will for days with the use of hypnotism, completely taking advantage of her naivety and innocence till every word he uttered was something she yearned to hear, needed to adhere to. He wasn't comfortable with any of it, not the hypnotism mind you, but the passion that he been brewed from its heavy usage. Yet even as he reasoned and demanded resistance of himself, his breathing became hot and ragged, pulsating against her neck as she struggled to form sounds with plush, tantalizing lips. The woman was clearly distracted, no doubt both their minds clearly as distant and seething as the others.

Redd was stunning, there was no fighting that. Not in the way the most Ravokians liked, dainty and human, fancy with their dress ware and soft of skin. Skinny, weak, no muscle or adversity written into their features. Women like that seemed frail, but not Redd, no. Elias realized now how much much more to the his liking her figure suited him as gorging brown eyes devoured her. Clad in simple cloth, nothing to her name, not even her will, the kelvic was entirely his, buy yet was anything but frail. Perhaps more petite than he found healthy, but a lithe frame and the gentle curves of brimming womanhood still defined the girl. Her skin was soft in its own way and pale of hue, though hardly untouched by the kiss of the sun. It was not much unlike his own, he deduced, through he suspected his was only darker merely because she had spent so long under the coarse, heavy embrace of her brindled fur than she did with plain human flesh. In her current form, that mane was left loose, a rough but silken cascade of unique beauty over slim shoulders. Though most were still fresh, Redd was adorned with scars that proved she was a fiery creature not to be humbled by the turbulent life outside the pampering walls of Ravok. Elias nervously licked his lips.

The more he delved into her character and features, the more he felt himself pulled in. The palpitations of his heart grew steadily as did the erratic way of his barely controlled breathing. When her hand impetuously took hold of the journal and placed it aside and out of mind, it hadn't been until then had Elias realized just what he was going to do. She turned on him first though, hazel eyes of unbearable intensity looking up at him with hesitance and unsure questions. In Redd's bright gaze was something Elias had seen in no other woman; the soul of a wild thing, a beast, a creature strong and free and feral and all together his. It was a gaze that forced the young master to hold his breath, that seized his gut and tightened and his now maddeningly galloping heart. He lost himself in those vivid hazel wells, no longer able to reach the safety of his own hard grained principles he was once certain would see him secure. Tiny, precarious hands clutched at his shirt as tender, quivering lips sailed forward to reach his.

"Redd." He breathed, few other words were as hot upon his tongue, but none else needed to be said. Elias tried to temper himself as they kissed for the first time, but it did the apprentice little good against the wave of such passion that now battered against him. The taste of her upon his tongue was sudden and explosive. He felt excitement rise along with anticipation and thrill as their body burned against one another. It was only for a brief moment however, as the Ravokian pulled away from their unpredictable joining. There was a very real struggle to contain himself as he looked down at the trembling slave, her longing expression searing into his, but while hers may have still be dazed and perplexed, Elias's had transformed into something far more different. Now the young man glared at Redd with a fierce and almost animal intensity. The girl, this woman, she had gone and awoken a hunger that not been sated for a very long time. Now her master was furious in his ravenous desire.

Strong arms encased her without warning, one calloused hand vigorously tightening around her waist while the another cupped her slender face, pushing aside the loose locks of hair that fell in the way. He yanked her forward against his broad chest, trapping her small tender form against his until the two were barely separated by the clothes they wore. His touch slipped then from her soft cheek and across her flowing hair, diving into its tender recesses before suddenly taking hold of it with a clenching fist and fiercely pulling her head back with one sudden jerk. Hovering over her, Elias's overwhelming thirst reached near palpable thickness. It was a move not meant to harm, but still left the kelvic entirely at his mercy, something Elias wanted her to know completely before he leaned down and delved back in for another fervent kiss.

His tongue worked to ensnare her own, battling for control even on such a minuscule scale. His hand, left unattended, grabbed and cupped in a tireless effort. It was rough and harsh and sometimes painful the way he treated her, but at the same time strangely gentle compared to the fierceness her master's intoxicated dark eyes implied. It was a look that spoke volumes. Elias no longer cared for his self imposed rules or guidelines, his feast was laid bare before him and his appetite was insatiable.
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