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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]

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The art of posing

Postby Hwyn on December 1st, 2016, 9:17 pm

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The Art of Posing



Hwyn enjoyed watching his master in some ways, her demeanor was unique enough that he was still trying to define her inner workings, her surprise at his suggestion was unique, though as per usual words never seemed to leave her mouth even when she tried to express herself, it was growing evident that she shared his disinterest in excessive conversation, though perhaps she had it even worse than he. It wasn't his place to figure it out but he wanted to nonetheless. When she stood abruptly Hwyn was used enough to her antics that it was only a mild surprise, he did not feel endangered by his master as much as he once had.

Allowing her to tilt his head as she wanted He acquiesced and allowed her to begin her work. He liked the face she made, that was when she was genuinely interested in something, not her bored face like someone half awake waiting on something to come her way and entertain her, he wished to see such a face more often on her.

It tickled as she painted him, the brush leaving behind a cold trail as the air kissed the wet ink it left behind, he couldn't see what it was she drew on him but he could feel the countless winding lines and decided to find a mirror at the soonest convenience. Though he was complacent enough to maintain stillness until Evarista was done, when she finally finished she looked at him a little differently, a newfound appreciation perhaps? though whether it was simply because she'd found a new canvas or appreciation for his occasional idea he did not know.

When Evarista Stood Hwyn gathered together the woman's Supplies grinning to himself slightly, he didn't mind cleaning up after his master and looking at her previous drawing made him chuckle slightly, for someone who was capable of being scary and cruel, Evarista had an amusingly childish side to her that she occasionally showed.

Following his master forth from the studio he wondered what it was that she wanted to do next, he was content to follow her a quiet shadow until she decided, he felt a slight flush on his face and buzz from the drink the woman had been giving him, coffee, he'd seen it at the cafe but hadn't ever drunk any of it until Evarista had offered it to him, now that he had tasted it he wasn't sure whether he liked it or not, it was quite a bitter heavy flavor, but he did like the way it made him feel, perhaps a fair tradeoff.

"Miss, Eva, if you're still looking for things to draw, I bet Archibald might make a good model maybe?"


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The art of posing

Postby Evarista on December 2nd, 2016, 10:57 pm

Evarista's initial course was towards the bookstore. A second visit. Now that she found an unexpected application for her artistic itch, she thought of getting more materials. Some dyed inks, brushes of different calibers, or maybe even a palette to mix colors on. Although, this ink was meant for parchment and not for skin. It would be better to get proper body paint, but Evarista wasn't aware of any specialist store in the city that sold any such thing. Colorful clowns weren't exactly a common sight the somewhat somber tradition of Ravokian theatre. And, frankly, she didn't appreciate the aesthetic that much.

Her footsteps slowed as her thoughts wandered away from the bookstore. No, forget it. Black ink and one brush was all she needed. Intuition told her that it was not only sufficient – it was much better. Evarista liked simple things.

With a sharp turn, the girl changed direction, almost crashing into the boy walking beside her. She set her sights on home, which was close by.

"Archibald. Hmm."

Mumbling in reply to Hwyn's suggestion, she glanced at him sideways as she walked, immediately imagining all sorts of ways the spider could come into play. That, of course, meant placing it on various parts of human anatomy and appreciating the aesthetics of it. While appealing in theory, she had enough common sense to understand that Hwyn wouldn't be able to stay still enough for a picture while there was a poisonous menace crawling all over him, so that idea had to be discarded. Well, until sometime when he was asleep. Filing that mental note into her shallow memory, the wannabe painter smirked contently, not even noticing Victor's salute as she walked past him through the front entrance.

Without ceremony, Evarista headed upstairs, striding over two stair steps at a time. The caffeine from that coffee had already kicked in. Wondrous how that little cup of drink could jolt her so awake, and not only her body, but her imagination as well. What little she had, anyway.

Storming into her room, she eagerly reached for the sole volume occupying her bookcase. It's been a while since she last touched it, so the sudden disturbance send a cloud of dust up into her face. Sneezing impatiently, the girl motioned her blonde companion to stand near the chair at the window, herself taking a seat there. Keeping the heavy book on her lap, she flipped open the impressed cover and peered over a random page. Her eyes skipped most of the Common text, as that's not what she was interested in. What she was looking for was the ancient tongue transcription in a column on the side of the page.

She could read most of the letters, while not fully understanding the whole passage. Something about traveling across the vast oceans towards the unknown. It didn't matter. Her gaze traced the angles and curves of the ancient script. It was just as she remembered it.

Satisfied with her finding, she reached for the brush and ink. Holding the brush by the base of the handle for maximum precision, she pulled Hwyn closer to her and examined one of his arms closely. The medium-sleeved tunic revealed his lower arms. Enough skin to draw on. She held his wrist close to her eyes and brought the wet tip of the brush against it.

One after another, letters took form, winding up his arm unevenly. Evarista wasn't much of a writer, and even less of a calligrapher, though the simplicity of her symbols lent the painting an air of ancient primitivity. Glancing down at the page occasionally to confirm the shapes, she set down letter after letter thinly. Hwyn's arm was soon adorned by a poetic sentence of... unclear meaning, but as the painter saw it, that was part of the charm.

"Put your heel on the windowsill."

It was more of a warning than a direction. Her free hand was already raising one of his feet to a challenging angle. She wouldn't be able to raise her own leg that high, but she had much higher expectations of him than of herself. Besides, he's been bragging about his flexibility, and it was time to put it to the test. With or without difficulties, his leg was eventually outstretched in front of her like a perfect canvas.

Pulling his stocking partway down to reveal the skin, she stroked it appreciatively. This really was superior to any paper. The brush set down more eager strokes, tickling his calf as it danced across it. Another mysterious passage adorned his skin, traveling in a slight curve around his leg. The wet ink glimmered proudly in the sunlight steaming in from the window. Satisfied, the girl leaned back in the chair and allowed her model to have his leg back.

"You can pull up the stocking once the ink dries."

Turning Hwyn into a portable library of secret knowledge was beginning to show its appeal. Now, if she only had any actual secret knowledge to enshrine on him. But that was a technicality.

She wanted to vandalize him some more, but her wrist was about to cramp up, so she put down the brush and sighed in resignation.

"Well... then. Massage my wrist for me."

The coffee had done its job in helping her to keep concentration, but the energy surge was starting to wear off. Trying to relax from her tense posture, she stuck out her sore hand at him.
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Postby Hwyn on December 13th, 2016, 12:24 am

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Following Evarista Home Hwyn happily carried her things the buzz of caffeine still making him feel decidedly peppy. Making sure to curtsey to Victor on the way in in exchange for a polite nod. Following his master up the flights of stairs to her room he swallowed wondering what she had in store for him.

When they got home Eva immediately went and got the lone book on her shelf and began to pour over the tome with renewed vigor, as per her usual demeanor she didn't express her thoughts she merely did as was her want though he was rather used to such antics so he stood by quietly waiting to see what she had in mind. when she had him lift his leg he did so without complaint, getting into the position wasn't hard but trying to suppress giggles and... a certain odd excitement he got from being turned into art. It was sort of incredible to watch his leg turn into art as if he could hide the ugly scars that crisscrossed him beneath a beautiful veil of ink. It wasn't... perhaps sexual, but the desire he felt during the process was similarly euphoric, he didn't think highly of his body beyond his face so seeing it become something he could be proud to show was well.... he didn't know how it made him feel but he knew he loved it. so swallowing any laughter that tried to come out of him he allowed the odd sensation to dance across his skin leaving a wake of simple but pleasant runes he didn't understand. But nearly any design even if simple was preferable to what laid beneath he could get away with wearing some of the more fun clothes he'd seen that were revealing if his body was runed intricately.

Smiling when Eva finished Hwyn happily looked over the designs but didn't deign to comment, his master decidedly didn't crave conversation, even praise usually, she was either satisfied or disaffected with her work, but either way his words would be wasted trying to affect her opinion. So he enjoyed the novice product and hoped that this particular pastime would continue on the future.

Sitting lightly upon the arm of her high-backed chair Hwyn took his master's hand and turned it palm up then down as his fingers gently rubbed circle into her tendons slowly working his thumbs in small circles around the muscles in her forearm and back down to her wrist slowly moving up her arm to the elbow before working all the way to the tips of her fingers and back, she'd asked for her wrist but it was just as easy to massage the whole arm, particularly since he was feeling grateful for her making him look even prettier.

"Ms Eva... I think you've a lot of potential with art."

Casting his gaze towards his violin leaning against the wall in the corner he imagined the curvature of his violin enshrined on his form and thought for a moment to request it, but he held his tongue, perhaps another day.


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The art of posing

Postby Prophet on March 9th, 2017, 3:04 am

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What a fun thread! I enjoyed it a great deal and especially am enamored with the relationship these two share. Well done, guys. Please shoot me a PM if you think I've missed anything. :) Thanks for the great read.


 
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  • Massage: +2
  • Observation: +5
  • Cosmetology: +1
  • Logic: +2
  • Socialization: +2
  • Acrobatics: +1
Lores
  • Massage: Using different body parts to apply pressure
  • Massage: Don’t stay in one place- move around
  • Hwyn: Deliberately considerate of his mistress
  • Hwyn: Shows respect through mimicry
  • Logic: Better for a slave to wait than the master
  • The Owl’s Den: Bookstore in the Noble’s District
  • Hwyn: A happily kept servant
  • Evarista: Knows the intricacies of silent communication
  • Yae’s Studio: Best Coffee in Ravok
  • Hwyn: Sticks out in the Noble District
  • Hwyn: Can’t read
  • Ravok: Finer architecture than Sunberth
  • Socialization: Trying to fit in a different class
  • Evarista: A wordless partner
  • Coffee smells better than it tastes
  • Acrobatics: Flexibility is a skill worth mentioning
  • Socialization: It’s hard to converse with someone who won’t talk
  • Hwyn: A pliable muse
  • Paint brushes tickle
  • Evarista: Two sides to a every coin- scary and childish
  • Hwyn: Full of suggestions
  • Hwyn: Loves being a walking canvas
  • Hwyn: Understands that Eva doesn’t need compliments
  • Massage: Any easier task when feeling grateful


 
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  • Leadership: +2
  • Planning: +2
  • Observation: +5
  • Acrobatics: +1
  • Painting: +3
  • Endurance: +2
  • Socialization: +1
  • Calligraphy: +1
Lores
  • Evarista: Restless sleeper
  • Hywn: Blonde hair tickles
  • Leadership: Tasking a servant
  • Acrobatics: Stretching to loosen muscles and joints
  • Evarista: Too impatient for books
  • Evarista: Mouth never moves; Brain never stops
  • The Owl’s Den: Bookstore in the Noble’s District
  • The Owl’s Den: Run by Tegol
  • Evarista: Willing to try new things
  • Hwyn: The right kind of muse
  • Yae’s Studio: Best Coffee in Ravok
  • Evarista: Alcohol, tea…then coffee.
  • Hwyn: Sticks out in the Noble District
  • Painting: Basic shapes to create an image
  • Painting: Different angles have different advantages
  • Hwyn: A wordless partner
  • Painting: Create a frame first, then add detail
  • Painting: using different forms of media like skin
  • Evarista: Attention span of a goldfish
  • Body Painting is uncommon in Ravok
  • Hwyn: A pliable muse
  • Planning: Saving ideas for later
  • Calligraphy: Making pretty letters
  • Endurance: Even small tasks get harder with time
  • Evarista: Gets an idea and runs with it
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