Try Me (Nashira)

[Hermit]

The heat inside the tent was stifling. Moreso with each expenditure of Djed for what was slowly seeming like an exercise in futility. The man rubbed his eyes and folded his fingers before him, looking into the beautiful fallen star. His frustration was more with the Shinya, but the defiant intruder wasn't helping things. He looked up at her, a genuine look of interest appearing for the first time.

"I think there is little reason to continue in this discourse as it stands, little star. As profane as it may be, I think it is best that we stop using the art on each other. I have more experience in its use than you and if you want to know of it, you only need ask." He stood from the table and walked back over to his belongings, returning to the duty of packing. "Your use and command of it is good, but your approach is off a little bit. For one, I have no idea how you sought me out, but pushing your way in here and making demands and subtle threats is no way to seek tutelage. Perhaps you are newly fallen and your concept of etiquette is skewed."

Having everything packed, he moved to the posts which held the tent up, beginning to loosen the knots. "The Shinya are on my case as it is, so I need an Eth prodding me like I need...well, more Shinya."

[Nashira]

"The art?" Nashira whispered as her brow furrowed, and her body sank into the seat. She felt as though she were being forced into it; pushed, beneath the weight of the thickening air. Melting into the narrowed spaces wherever time had worn away, and only still winds remained. "What do you-" she was beginning to ask, before cutting herself off and angrily, rushing to her feet. He had turned from her, that was rude enough. Enough to make her blood boil, but his words, too, were finally beginning to sink in. She was finally starting to understand that this man could be as cryptic and secretive as she, when he so chose. Nashira's hands balled into fists as she crossed the tent to him. "How dare you, you insignificant child," she hissed, as she extended her right hand and set it on his shoulder. Her fingers curled, her nails settling into his flesh. She squeezed him lightly to get his attention. "You shouldn't turn your back on me," she added, as venom dripped from the points of her teeth. Tendrils of silken magic spilling from her fingertips and onto his sweaty flesh. Binding him to her; as well as the other way around. She could sense it tugging on him. Pulling him closer, willing the Lhavitian to turn. Her eyes were calming. Like mist pulling away after a storm, to reveal the sun. Yet, there was something there still, a cool air, a front, that refused to relent. Refused to simply go away. The Ethaefal's lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. A sort of smirk. She knew she could play the game too. Pull some strings and get what she wanted. Her fingers unfurled a little, loosening her grip on his shoulder. Her thumb instead, began to graze over his skin, sending soft, tingling sensations through her sparkling flesh. "Dear stranger, however did you come to know that we both can weave webs? Sentences laced with a magic so few seem to know to exist?" Shira asked, as she leaned into him a little, getting a bit closer to his level. "I didn't fall yesterday love," Shira explained. "But many moons ago. I know then, that if you share knowledge with the fallen, then you were spoon fed by another. Who was your master, dear detester of the city's forces? Those Zintila considers her sparkling, earth-laden stars?" Nashira paused a moment, her eyes sparkling silver as she glanced down at the man's hands. Everything he was working upon. "And if you hate them so. If you hate us so, why offer your services? Your knowledge? You simply seem too unwilling." The girl paused, "it's like you're a woman asking to be raped..." For a long time, the Ethaefal's voice trailed off. "Not that any of us do," she whispered into his ear. Hot breath buffeting his skin, as her hand rolled down the length of his back, and then, fell away.

[Hermit]

It was apparent that the fallen was using all of her tricks now, fully. It was more and more difficult to resist her charms and her threats. The scent of her sweat and the heat of her breath on his ear made him uncomfortable in many ways. His eyes looked at the blank fabric of the tent wall as his defenses began to cave. He only nodded. "Your words mean nothing to me. You are too impotent to rape or do anything else, little lady." His own words dripped with a taunting effort, arranging them with a healthy dose of Djed, in order to induce an unchecked aggression.

His defenses were defeated, but he was the force being defended against. With no quarter and no way out, he chose the most profane and obtuse way out. Perhaps he would teach this hard lesson and it would make the effect he had hoped to glean with diplomacy. His own hand traced over the small of her back, gracing the supple curve of her rear. "Can't rape the willing, can you, trollop?" With that, he looked to his left and right for a moment, noticing the now loosened posts on either side behind him, the canvas flapping in a slight mountain breeze.

He screamed in her face, his face a twisted canvas of its own. "No!! No more!!!" He grinned as he jumped with all of his strength backward, his body pushing the loose tent wall back with the force of his weight. His body bounced hard, drawing blood from the back of his scalp. He promptly used the pain and shock of the wound to pull himself to his elbows keeping his grimace of fear as his legs weakly scrambled with a feigned state of panic. The Shinya seemed as good an escape route as any.

[Nashira]

Nashira's brow raised into a high arch, only mildly surprised by the human's words. His cool tone. "Whoever said I was willing?" she asked simply as she straightened herself out all the more. "In any mood to invite another into my bed? Or perhaps, to hold me, bent at the waist, over a simple table?" The Ethaefal's brow fell as she slowly straightened herself out, only to jump a little when the hypnotist began to scream. Her heart leapt with the shock if it, with the way he came away. Her eyes trailed after him, her body turning ever so slightly to follow the movements of his tumbling form. He seemed to be stumbling towards the tent's flap, swaying ever so softly in the breeze; despite the dense nature of the air which hung inside its confines. The Ethaefal strode towards him. Her arms rising, her hands stretching forward. Her fingers brushed the air, trying to catch him. "There is no more," Nashira muttered under her breath as she took another step, trying to close the widening gap. But it was too late. She couldn't reach him, he was too far gone. She had missed her one and only chance. Her one and only opening. Sighing, as she pulled her hands back, she took another step. "Nothing left," she whispered, as she stepped through the tent's flap. It whipped shut rather violently behind her, as she glanced from left to right, before shrugging, and moving off towards the eastern streets. The inner portions of the sparkling city. As she glided along, the Ethaefal couldn't help but wonder just what the man had been all about. Nor could she shake the feeling that he was more than a little strange. Smiling to herself at the memory, she wove through the throngs, soon losing herself in the stars. OOCThanks for helping me through this! It is much appreciated.

[Hermit]

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