Closed [Aquilar Hot Springs]Take A Sseat (Sherashadiss)

[Pulren Marsh]

6th of Fall, AV 514

Thirteenth Bell

Pulren let the cool redberry juice slide past his lips, giving them a smack afterward, the combination of sweet and tart never becoming dull to him. His character of Pal was coming along well and he was actually beginning to enjoy himself for once in his life. In Sunberth, he really was rich in comparison to many. Luxuries like cool native juices and long soaks in the springs didn't hurt his feelings one bit. He knew he would have to start training himself again before too long, but he would need to establish himself somewhere secure first. It was all a process and out in the boonies of the Springs, one could spend plenty of time daydreaming about potentialities.

He certainly didn't miss the stagnant and wet heat of Zeltiva's Summer nor would he long for the bite of the Bonesnapper in Winter. He wasn't sure of the conditions of the area in colder times, but again, with mizas, he could surely find somewhere comfortable to land and wait. With the glass emptied, he placed it on a table and returned to his room to wash his hands and comb his hair. He had been toying with the idea of shaving his scruffy beard off, but perhaps that would be more of something to do once Syna returned from Her slumber in Spring.

For the present moment, his primary goal would be to relax in the springs prior to dinner. Maybe even practice his Reimancy, as it was easy to hide the movement of earth in an earthen hole full of water. Choosing his red linen underwear, he sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots and leather pants to don the crimson. he kept his black linen shirt on, in case of new arrivals that might bring children, as it fell low enough to cover him sufficiently. The general mood of the Springs was pretty free, but Pulren liked to remain modest when he needed to. Stepping back out of his room, he made sure it was secured and returned to the grounds. He had his pair of silver mizas ready for a private soak, the cool autumnal breezes whipping between his legs, urging him to find warmth.

[Sherashadiss]

Shadiss leaned back into her chair, the chair groaning underneath her weight as she propped up her booted feet on the edge of the table in front of her. Clasped in her right hand was the supposedly enjoyable drink, Redberry Juice. It didn’t do much in the way of satisfying her want for an alcoholic beverage, but she guessed that it would have to do. Drawing in a deep breath, she relaxed within her chair, her coat slung over the back of her chair, so then thet woman was simply dressed in her white shirt and a pair of black pants. She smelled quite like the liquor found at taverns; that was because she had been wrestling around on the floor, the previous night at the Pig’s Foot Tavern. It was humourous as to how the brawl had even begun. The man that she had been talking with, had swung a wild punch when someone had stumbled into him. A punch that had clipped her jaw and then everyone had started throwing punches. Indeed, quite the funny situation that she had found herself rolling around upon the floor that had been covered in spilled drinks. A smirk fell upon her lips at the memory as she ruffled her grey hair that had black strands patterned throughout it.

Her tongue flickered out to lick her bottom lip as she rolled her head from one side to the next. The brawl had been unexpected, but she had not minded it one bit. While the vipers were not the strongest of the Dhani race, she had still enjoyed the exercise of the whole thing. For it had been the only chance that she had at stretching out her own muscles and satisfying the need for pain. She lifted her drink to sip at it, the cranberry and blueberry tasted very sweet and tarty, she wasn’t very sure as to whether she liked it or not. The woman set the drink aside as she was suddenly approached by an old woman by the name of Natlana to inform her that her private bath was ready. Slowly, she pulled her booted feet off of the table to settle them down upon the floor and stand. She lifted her arms up above her head to stretch out her form, before they fell back to her sides. It was at this point as she reached out a hand to collect her jacket that she spotted the man exiting his room. He was scruffy in appearance, but most appearances were deceiving, especially in Sunberth, however, it wasn’t his appearance nor his lack of most clothing that appealed to her. It was the confidence that shone through those green eyes of his.

A simple smirk fell upon her lips then as she patted the pocket of her coat to make sure that her mizas were still there, she didn’t want some thief taking off with them. She rolled her crimson hues as she turned her attention to the door where it would lead towards the private baths. After last night, she was feeling pretty good about herself, more so than she normally was. As soon as she entered into the private bath, she closed the door behind her and quickly began to strip the clothes off of her form until she stood completely naked, her pale form bare to the elements. Slowly, she would slip her figure into the warm bath, a hiss of satisfaction quickly rising too her lips as she quickly sank into the watery depths, ducking her head underneath the surface only to quickly rise back up. A hand lifted to brush back the wet tendrils of grey hair and she relaxed against the side of the bath, her crimson hues closing quickly. Such warmth was welcomed, especially seeing as the days were slowly growing shorter and the cold was slowly coming in. She didn't like the cold, it made her slow and sluggish, it even angered her. Winter was the time where it was best to avoid the woman unless she liked someone, then they were relatively safe.

LedgerPrivate Bath -5 SM
Redberry Juice -2 CM
Ledger = -5 SM 2CM

[Pulren Marsh]

Pulren spied two women as his feet found the sensation of soft grass underfoot. The first and most interesting, a stranger to him. Her form was slender, though it didn't seem deficient at all as many Sunberthian women were. She seemed to carry a grace about her that definitely enticed the Zeltivan. He did his best to look near her without looking at her, paying attention to which private bath she had entered. The second woman was old Natlana, half of the old couple that ran the Springs and had been Pulren's hosts. This one he looked right at as he approached her, a genial smile raised as a weapon of choice.

"Good day, Natlana. I thought I might have a soak today. I can just never get enough of these baths." He didn't know if he could force his eyes to twinkle, but he surely tried, though he suspected he just looked odd with big eyes and a look of surprise. With a wry grin that came with age and experience, she looked down at his outstretched palm. "We do appreciate your business, Mister Marshall, but you know very well it is five silvers for a private soak. I only see two." The eyes of surprise remained, though now they had become genuine. "I must have become distracted. My apologies. I'll go see if I can find a few more.", he saidas his hand closed and he nodded in agreement. Natlana nodded as well, her eyebrows arching. "Yes, see that you do. At least enough to pay the rent for tonight while you're at it. I'll be feeding the turtles."

Pulren nodded some more and his fake grin slid away like melting snow as she left to feed the main attraction for visitors. Pulren's main attraction was soaking inside the nearby door, however, so once he was alone, he gave himself a moment to manufacture some words and actions. Convinced he had a suitable entrance, he closed his eyes, allowing Palaren Marshall to regain control of the day. Standing straight with confidence, the door was opened and quickly closed behind him, the steam of the spring attempting to escape and giving him a brief few moments of dramatic fog. Always appreciated, grandeur.

Without allowing the woman to speak or protest, he sat on the edge of the spring and slid his legs in to the mid calf. Wiggling his toes in the water, he found that she was doubly lovely without her clothes, her form quite clear in the pristine water. His look was not so troubled by the barging in, his eyes accompanying the standard Palaren smirk. " I seem to have entered the wrong bath. I would say that I am sorry, but I'm not. Would you mind terribly if I joined you?" Looking around the edges of the spring, he scooted his butt up closer to the edge, more of his legs descending. His eyes moved back and forth from water to woman. "If you are completely offended, I will understand. Don't be offended?"

[Sherashadiss]

Shadiss drew in a long breath before she slowly released it and she relaxed even more into the hot bath, the foggy steam rising all around the room. She didn’t often indulge in a private bath unless it was winter and then she would spend more time within the baths in order to stay warm and less impatient. However she had made an exception this time, for as much as she loved a good drink paired with a brawl on the tavern floor, she didn’t exactly fancy smelling like it the day after, so hence the visit to the baths. Normally when she visited the baths, she was alone and left alone, apparently that was not to be so this time, as she heard the door to the room creak open before closing behind whom-ever had entered. She rolled her head to the side so then her crimson gaze could watch the figure that stood by the door. The outline of the figure stood straight and tall, as he walked towards the bath, she continued to sit within her bath, making no move to cover herself. She felt no shame about her naked figure, in fact, she felt more confident while naked. Why people felt like they were at a disadvantage while naked, was something that the Dhani never understood, for she felt even more empowered.

The figure turned out to be a male and she silently watched as he sat on the edge of the spring, his legs sliding into the water about mid-calf. A smirk fell across her lips then as she lifted her arms, only to bend her elbows back so then they rested upon the edge of the spring. She took note of the familiar confident green eyes, the very same eyes that she had taken note of before she had entered into the private bath. It seemed that she had been right about that and the man’s smirk only confirmed it. The woman listened to his words, words that appeared to have been spoken in confidence, a trait that he seemed to be oozing. A soft chuckle rose to her lips and she angled her head, her crimson gaze sliding over his appearance before returning back to view his facial features. ”Oh pleassse, don’t be sssorry, I would enjoy sssome company for a change.” The smirk returned to her lips then as her arms sank back into the water to her sides and then she turned so then her form was facing the male, watching as he sank his legs further into the water.

A mischief twinkle would appear within her crimson gaze as she pushed away from the edge, moving towards the center of the spring bath. ”Although, there isss a condition upon entry.” The smirk upon her lips seemed to widen as she made sure to continue facing him, while she didn’t exactly think that he would attack her while her back was turned, she just didn’t fancy questions about her scar. Especially seeing as the only evidence of the event where her brothers and sister were murdered, was upon her right shoulder blade in the shape of the ‘x’ where the blade had narrowly missed taking her own life. The man didn’t have any unusual features that would suggest that he was anything other than a human being. Something that she had found out was that, humans were everywhere, one was more likely to run into a human than any other race. Especially in Sunberth and she had been very surprised to have met a fellow Dhani, a viper no less. However, her gaze flickered over his form once more before resting upon his face. ”You need to enter without your clothesss, leave them there on the edge and then you may join me.”

[Pulren Marsh]

Her voice was like a knife's whisper in the darkness. It was hushed, though her words were clear to Pulren. It seemed like she had some sort of speech impediment, some sort of lisp. It was of no consequence to him and he thought perhaps that was why she chose to bathe alone, social missteps and all. Whatever the case, he was glad that it had worked out in his favor. So when she welcomed his entry and wished for company, it confused the Zeltivan a little. His body couldn't care less and his mind stored it for a possible conversation starter. His face smiled and nodded in assent to her greeting.

He found it completely enchanting that she moved out into the center of the spring and challenged him. It certainly aroused his curiosities, his body urging him to stand and consent to her demands. There was something about the steam that enhanced scent and hers was another element in the room, nearly as attractive as her body. Nearly. The only thing that concerned Pulren, while it floated in the back of his mind, was the red hue of her irises. He could never recall meeting a girl with red eyes and, of course, the townsfolk in him wanted to reach for a pitchfork, but he felt that he could handle himself. Handle her too, if the circumstances weighed out. He pushed himself back and up, standing to his full height and sliding his shirt over his head.

His Reimantic scar was always going to be visible, but he did feel fortunate that it was across the top of his chest over his ribs, rather than the usual hand scarring. It could be explained away easier. The scar on his shoulder was more faint, though she could probably see it if she got close enough to, which Pulren planned on allowing for. His undergarments went next, no shame in his gait or actions due to a life of Loveless and the brothels. Taking the time to fold his garments as Palaren would, he stepped down into the water, his confidence clear in every perceptible way. He let out a long sigh of relaxation and stretched his arms over his head before taking a seat in the hot water.

She was definitely more attractive at eye level. "Challenge accepted. I do thank you for allowing me to join you. Name's Palaren Marshall. Yours is?" At this point, Pulren didn't particularly care. The sensations of each sense were bathing in divinity. Taste didn't have much to go on, but perhaps he would have that sorted out among the details as well, before too long.

[Sherashadiss]

There had to be something said about the naked body, while taking off the clothes could be viewed as a sexual act it also showed the other that they had no physical weapon upon them, unless they somehow managed to hide the weapon in their butt crack. Her head angled to the right as the smirk upon her lips seemed to widen a little, more than just mischief lingered within her crimson gaze. While she had to admit, that a person wasn’t likely to hide some a weapon there, but she wouldn’t put it above those within Sunberth to not do such a thing. Her gaze flickered over his body that was being unveiled to her. Well, it wasn’t exactly fully hidden, but with the removal of the basic covering material. She noted the scar across the top of his chest, over his ribs, it wasn’t at all strange to see a scar there if a blade had been involved. A blade such as a sword of some kind, however, she wasn’t the one for making too many assumptions, for assumptions could get one killed. Shadiss, was always conscious of that fact and as each day went by, she was glad that she had so far managed to avoid death.

Her crimson gaze followed the man’s path into the spring bath and she slowly pushed back towards the opposite side of the bath, where she pressed her back against the side of the spring. He didn’t appear to be shameful, especially when he too stood naked but was sinking into the hot steamy water of the spring. The feeling sent a shiver down her spine, and she managed a soft chuckled when he mentioned a name, a name that she wasn’t exactly sure that was his. Some people in Sunberth used an alias, or a different name. She used what some people called an alias, but she liked to think of it as a nickname, a fitting one. So he called himself Palaren Marshall, a name that didn’t ring any bells, so he wasn’t someone that was… Connected or to be feared. Yet. One could never truly know whether someone was to be feared unless their strength was tested, both mentally and physically. Someone without a weakness wasn’t heard of, for everyone had a weakness, someone else just had to find it. ”Come now, are namesss really that important?” Names, Shadiss felt were just a simple formality. However, it was the impression that one left upon another that was the more important factor within a meet of two or more people.

The woman’s tongue darted out to slide along her bottom lip, her gaze sliding over his form, drinking in the strong appearance of the man before her. He might be able to over-power her easily should she try to get the upper physical hand, a fact that she would enjoy. Viper Dhani were commonly known amongst her race as the weaker race when it came to physical strength, which was why they relied upon more… Indirect approaches, biding their time. However, Shadiss was eager to push towards him, to test his strength, but she remained where she was for the moment. Having to stay in one place, to rein in her eagerness was a struggle. It wasn’t something that she was used to, but per-cautions had to be taken. She lifted her arms and settled her elbows back against the ledge in hopes that the feeling of wanting to press close to him would fade, if only for a chime or two. Indeed, there were many hungers that those upon Mizahar experienced; Shadiss was hungering for two of them. ”Ssso Mr Marshall, tell me, what do you sssee?” His intentions were still not clear to her, however, she suspected that he was seeking pleasure just as much as she was. While she did suspect such a thing, she also suspected most people for having an ulterior motive. Indeed, she had used his last name paired with a title, she wanted to see just how highly that he thought himself to be above others.

[Pulren Marsh]

As many times as Pulren had been in the Springs, they never became boring or everyday. Each time that his body descended into the hot water, he felt so grateful for it. While Zeltiva had its bathhouse, the urban setting and regular comings and goings of people took away from the raw sensual pleasure. It would be a shame when Winter came and it would be fewer dips. He hoped that Sunberth would never run out of beautiful women and their penchant for leisurely hot baths.

Her clear avoidance of names began to add to the list of concerns for Pulren that included the red eyes and willingness to be nude with him. Someone tat attractive did not need to beg for a thing. He just shrugged. "Well, in case I were to ever meet you again in a more social setting. Would be rude to say, 'Oh yes, you were the naked lass in the springs.' But, suit yourself." He accompanied the statement with a lazy smile. As he watched her, his loins stirred with a warmth that rivaled the waters they bathed in. His reason and logic melted away in the face of lusty fires. When her next question came, he was ready to answer with action.

"Beauty, but more." Pushing down with his arms, Pulren's legs floated as he walked himself over closer to her. "Those red eyes seem to drink me in. Never seen a girl with red eyes. Family trait?" More talk as he moved closer. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. That was evident. Pulren was determined that he wouldn't make the first move, however. He could make it more advantageous to win the bet with himself by closing the gap between them. His eyes gladly absorbed the length of her body. "I see intelligence and strength. Happily sharing a bath with a strange man in this town can have negative consequences, or so I hear. You must be well equipped to defend yourself. Or better yet, you know I am of no harm to you."

He was just a few feet away now, settling against the warm rocks with his backside. "And what do you see?"

[Sherashadiss]

A soft chuckle passed her lips as he gave his easy reply and she glanced away from him, her gaze drifting to her right for a moment. She needed to turn her gaze away from the male for she could see clearly, that his own lust was beginning to stir and it was beginning to become hard to restrain herself. She wanted to strike now, but was now the right time to strike? ”In that cassse, the name isss Viper.” The smirk ghosted upon her lips at such a thing and she listened intently while the man spoke. Beauty hm? She questioned and felt the waters stir with the movements of the man. Shadiss didn’t feel the need to continue to view him seeing as he had continued speaking. The remark upon her eyes almost had her turning her attention back to him, but instead, she remained where she was; preferring not to respond to such a remark. Most found the colour of her crimson hues intimidating and it scared most, so she didn’t buy into the remark. The viper was interested however, in the fact that he had asked about them, was he aware of her particular nature? Or did he simply suspect?

She could feel him close the gap between them by a few feet, although there was still space in between the two and she really wanted to close it. Then he asked her the question that she had asked him and the smirk returned as she shook her head. He was interesting to say in the least, he was playing this game as if he had played it before. Although, she wasn’t sure as to whether he was fishing for information, information about herself. She did know, that if he really wanted information, he could very well visit the local taverns, for she was sighted there by many of their patrons. However, they probably couldn’t tell him much considering she never shared much about herself. ”Sssimply ssstepping outsside of your own door can have negative consssequencesss Marshall. Although, not even sssleeping in your own bed isss sssafe, essspecially when you anger the wrong person. Sssunberth isss never sssafe for anyone.” She chuckled softly at this and turned her gaze to the man, her tongue darting out again as she imagined tasting those delicious lips of his. ”I do not know asss to whether you do mean me harm or not, I just roll the dicce. Whatever happensss, happensss.”

Slowly her arms drifted back into the water and now it was her turn to close the distance between the two, until she was but a foot away from the male. She edged closer and should he allow it, her right hand lifted to lightly press to his shoulder, her fingers sliding up along the blade until they slipped into his blonde tresses. She grasped them tightly within her hold as she leaned into him, her lips but a breath away from his own, but her crimson gaze held his emerald ones. ”I sssee a man of ssstrength, one that isss ssso confident within himssself that he will not back down from a challenge.” She drew in a slow breath, pausing for a brief moment as the smirk slowly begin to slip from her lips, the humour of their little game replaced with a lust. A lust that burned brightly and she wanted it sated. ”I sssee, a man that hungersss.” If allowed, she would close the gap between their lips, her own pressed against his in a hungry kiss, her tongue flickering out to slide upon his bottom lip. Her fingers pulled at his hair, while her left hand lifted to press into his shoulder, pulling him close to her.

[Pulren Marsh]

Viper. Pulren had found himself in a warm bath with a poisonous snake and wanted to make out with it. Sounded ridiculous for Pulren. Perfection for Palaren. It was clear that she was as into him as he was into her, so words could drift away soon with the heat of the moment. He would still stretch those moments into infinity before he made the first move, however. Blood was moving away from his brain, so deft logic wasn't so necessary anymore. What could she really do to him? Well, there were those things, but what about things of a dangerous nature?

Her words and sentiments echoed those of everyone else he had met from Sunberth. It was a dangerous place that held no safe haven nor quarter for friend or foe, stranger or resident. While he hoped that the excitement of the place wouldn't fade, he did wonder if he could stay in such a chaotic place long term. He would definitely have to find more suitable lodging before Winter set in. He was merely East of Zeltiva, not South of it, where temperatures might remain more mild. The current temperature was hot and rising, however, as he watched her graceful tongue continue to slide between her wet lips. His only response to her statements was a slight shrug.

A smirk of egoic satisfaction crossed the man's features as her hand pressed against his shoulder and began to trace across it. This would fully qualify as a first move, so Pulren could stop playing against himself and indulge in the pleasures of Viper. In a blink of an eye, she was so close to him that their extremities were nearly touching, a matter which would be cleared up sooner than later. Her comments on his nature rang true, they were as real as the scent of the breath that she drew in between them. "Correct on both counts." He took her into his arms, his mouth melting into her own as their mutual fires exploded. His hands slid over her curves as he pressed himself against her, eager to find her depth. There couldn't be a better morning for Palaren or Pulren.

[Sherashadiss]

A sigh parted her lips as she felt his calloused hands slide along her curves and she welcomed it as it felt as if her skin was set ablaze underneath those glorious hands which rivalled even the warmth of the springs. She too pressed her form close to his, feeling his full length press against her form. A smirk fell across her lips as her crimson gaze twinkled with mischief. She lightly bit down upon his bottom lip before her tongue darted out to slide along his bottom lip. Shadiss returned to press her lips against his own, while her right hand tugged at his locks before harshly pulling out only to drag her nails down along his shoulder blades. Her hands would then slowly slide back up along his shoulders, feeling that slight rise upon his skin that indicated a scar, something she could probably now see if she pulled back to seek it out. The Dhani couldn’t tell one in great depth as to what kind of man that she looked to have sexual pleasures with, for she didn’t have a great big list of the requirements. The big one that stood out was confidence, the second which was slightly less important, seeing as the first one mostly brought this one out, but it was to hunger, to hunger for lust.

She knew just how much that her crimson gaze could send bells of caution through a human’s mind and so, for Palaren to have even entered this particular bath, showed that he was more interested in a baser instinct of lust rather than the one of caution. The sensations of their embrace surrounded her and she allowed herself to simply feel the sensations around her, allowed it to swallow her up so then all she could do was feel. The water sloshed around them as they moved, caressing their naked bodies as they pressed against one another, her hands slid over his skin, her hands stopping every now and then so then her nails could bite into his skin, a wicked gleam entering her gaze. His hands, as they slid over her skin made her hunger for more. The hungry press of their lips as she tried to devour his taste, allowed his scent to enter and surround her being until there was nothing but the two of them. Shadiss could be describe as aggressive sometimes, especially when she was chasing after something that she wanted.

The Dhani pulled her lips away from his and dipped her head, her tongue darting out to lick the ‘V’ at the base of his throat before she lightly bit down upon the skin there. She slowly began to make her way up along his neck, licking and nipping until she reached the main jugular vein where that sweet blood pulsed underneath his skin, there she would gently nip before her lips returned to his. She had to admit, it was an effort to avoid biting down hard, to taste the blood that pumped through his veins, but this was more than her need to feed, it was for pleasure and she had to remind herself of that. Her palms planted themselves against his shoulders and she forcefully pressed him back against the edge of the bath should he allow it and straddled his lap, her lips claiming his own again as hers. She dragged her nails back up over his shoulders blades, dragging them back around his neck so then they could delve back into those tresses, tugging harshly once again. Another sigh parted her lips and she dragged her lips along his jawline, nipping every now and again.

OOCSorry, I just lost momentum, hopefully things will be better now.