by Lazybones on January 27th, 2012, 9:15 am
His powers? Oh, this one was interesting. Unfortunate, for him, that he ended up a slave in Ravok, but such is the way of the world. If his so-called powers were anything worthwhile, he'd be able to forge his escape from this fate. Being trapped here was only proof that he was deserving of his fate. It was harsh, but if Ravok was merciful toward the weak, it would become overpopulated with vermin.
"Tragic," Shannon intoned in a breath, not appearing tremendously moved. His eyelids dropped as he turned his attention to the lyre in Zvi's lap. His head canted against his hand. "It's not much longer now. Won't you play your songs, Ethaefal? They really are quite charming. My cousin would be shamed to hear you." Shannon stared off in some mundane direction again. "Tell him, Ares."
"She's terrible," Ares responded obediently. A hint of what could have been a smile played at the corner of her lips. "Her caterwauling makes the dogs howl."
Shannon threw back his head, releasing a involuntary, genuine laugh. "It does!"
Ares squeezed her hand.
The ravosalaman did not bring his passengers to the Noble District, where Shannon lived. Instead, they never left the Docks, arriving at the far eastern end of the Nitrozian Plaza, where the canals were so crowded with other vessels that traffic actually stalled on the water. At the first opportunity, Shannon ushered Ares and Zvi onto a boarding dock, then led them into the bustling Ravokian street. His cane tapped along side him, an outward sign of his wealth along with his dress and the family crest displayed upon his shoulder cape.
He earned several looks; any member of the Valdinox family would. That crest normally belonged to powerful mongrels, half-Isur, who along with their mother earned the favor of Ravok's Dark Patron. Shannon however appeared perfectly human, with two wholly unremarkable arms, and smooth, tan skin. Ares and Zvi in tow behind him were a colorful spectacle: Ares with her pallid complexion and glittering scales, and Zvi with his sleek horns and gently glistening skin.
The trek was over soon enough as Shannon led them into an inn. It was a tall, scarlet building with decorative hedges, colorful flowerboxes, and gilded pillars around the main door. The hostess within sent him a nod of recognition as he passed through a richly decorated interior, adorned with red velvet ceilings and painted glass sconces.
As they neared a door on the second floor, Shannon drew a long, brass key from his pocket. The room beyond a numbered door was as gorgeous as the rest of the building, with several breed of flower shooting from porcelain vases. Shannon waited until his two servants entered behind him, then closed and re-locked the door.
The bed at the far side of the room was an indicator.
Shannon passed them, snapping off his shoulder cape and hanging it along the back of a chair. His cane was relinquished to lean against the wall. "I have you for two hours, Zvi." He knew the slave's name. "Ares, please get him ready. I'm going to visit the washroom for a moment." After removing his overcoat and laying it upon the same chair, he crossed the room and disappeared behind another red-painted door.
Ares took Zvi by the hand and began to lead him to the bed, a large, luxurious thing with beautifully embroidered patterns that hinted of vines and birds. As they neared the foot, Ares sat him down with an insistent hand upon her chest, and then began to work at removing his tunic. "Don't be afraid," she reminded him, her voice as gentle as a breeze. "The Master has never harmed me, and he will not hurt you. This is his escape." As she removed the garment from him, her jaw fell momentarily as she caught sight of the long scar along his torso. Her lavender eyes lingered there. "You survived," she noted with a careful smile.
"An astute observation, Ares," came Shannon's baritone from across the room as he appeared from the door. He was down to his undershirt, but was otherwise still completely dressed. He returned to the chair, near his cane, and took a seat. It was some distance from the bed, at least several yards. With one stray hand, he snatched up his cane and laid it across his lap. "I have my fair share of scars. My father has the worst of them. We were slaves once, he and I, in a desert city called Ahnatep. But… that was so long ago, and Rhysol has kindly turned the tables. Payback, that's what it's called."
He leaned back, and with the nod of his head, Ares began to remove her thin, linen garments. "I suppose you think I'm frightfully odd, speaking with a slave at such length. Don't be flattered; this is merely catharsis. You see, I think my wife is betraying me. Since this fear has budded, I cannot stand to touch her. You met her the other day—Sadie Karpath. Lovely creature, but silver-tongued as they come." He exhaled through his nostrils. "And who do I speak to about this? My cousins? Goodness, they all have their own terrible lives to worry over. But what you know is of absolutely no consequence. And don't you dare speak. I have no interest in knowing what you think."
The last of Ares' clothing fell to the floor. She sat on the bed beside Zvi.
"Now, enough of that." Shannon lifted his cane, pointing to Ares. "Kiss her. On the neck. Here. Slide one hand across her middle."
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Lazybones on January 27th, 2012, 7:36 pm, edited 1 time in total.