On the Prowl. Part 3

[Alexander Faircroft]

Continuation of On the Prowl Part 2


Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


“If this is how you repay someone for letting you borrow their jacket. Perhaps I should loan you it?” Another half joke but at least he knew she wasn’t annoyed with him. Though as much as his shoulder hurt he couldn’t hold it against her. “I did say I knew what I was getting into when I walked into this room.” He spoke again with that smile with that near genuine tinge of happiness to it. And as she rose from the bed. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drift over her form once again.

He may have been a good person and a protector of people but the truth was he was still a young man. “Can I trust you?” He paused after repeating her words. “I think the moment I stopped worrying about your rather sharp teeth somewhere delicate should give you your answer there.” He smirked and propped himself up on both of his elbows looking towards her and despite the fact she was a rather enticing creature when it came down to him needing to maintain that professional approach his eyes never left her face.

“I’d say this is better than a good start to a friendship though.” He shifted forwards a little to sit on the edge of the bed and let his legs get some air around them. “But yes I’m fairly certain I can trust you. And because of that if you ever need my help with anything in this city feel free to call on me at any time.” He smiled and reached a hand up to his shoulder lightly testing the depth of her bite. His right arm extended towards her. And if she grabbed a hold of it he’d pull her into him and sit her upon his lap. After all what was the harm in that after what they’d just done.

With another light word he spoke towards her a small glint of mischief in his voice. “And that was more than sufficient, though if I said I didn’t want more I’d be lying. However that would be me being greedy.” He slipped an arm around her upper back and pretty much turned himself into a sort of chair for her. But with regards to the ones in need of help. If you find any send them my way. I’m already protecting two of them.

[Phira]

29 Winter 516

She snorted at his remark, "I wouldn't have for just anyone. I think you are far luckier than you let on." she said with an accusing tone though her eyes portrayed nothing but playfulness in them.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too much at his words. She supposed that answered her question. But would he let her do that again? That would be the real test of his faith in her. But she would keep that to herself for right now, if they ever get as far as they just did then she would put it to the test.

She just watched him watch her. He was a curious human to be acquainted with. Spending her time in Sunberth she only met one soul out of many who wasn't out for themselves. Here she met a few nice people, but not one as selfless as the man in front of her claimed to be. He said that his happiness wasn't as important as others, and that he would help people who couldn't help themselves, but he claimed he wasn't noble. So to add to selfless and helpful to a fault, he was humble, and noble (even if he didn't want to admit to it). But there had to be something motivating him to do all those things, and if it wasn't a selfish reason then she didn't know what it could be.

She smiled at his words and watched him sit up on the edge of the bed. "And the same for you. Though the only thing I can offer you is a warm bed and a listening ear." she said biting her lip in doubt. She didn't know what she could do to help anyone if they ever really needed it. All she had for that was her animal instinct, and she didn't know if that would be helpful at all if their came a time to jump into action. "I can't really say I will be all that useful these coming months with the vantha. I have no way of protecting them other than my prayers. And those will go unheeded because I don't think the gods I pray to are all that happy with Morwen. she ranted.

She took his hand when he offered it and slid into his lap. Running her fingers across his jaw she gave him a poutiny face, "You know if you wanted to be greedy, I wouldn't tell a soul. Honest." she said kissing his jaw line. She felt like he would just turn her down, but just wanted him to know the offer would be extended to any time he wanted to take it. She arched an eyebrow and looked at him curiously. "And where would I send them? And as I said I don't know if I will be able to get them there alive if I do find one. she said letting her self doubt surface.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


She wouldn’t have done that for just anyone. And perhaps he was luckier than most? Maybe he was but then again his luck was somewhere in the aether. “I don’t know about my luck. It seems to fluctuate wildly…” He caught the playfulness in her words and responded in kind despite the slightly more serious undertones.

Though as much as there was a seriousness to him that couldn’t be denied she was seeing the lighter side of him that spoke a more cheery and brighter attitude. He could even see the small smirk that crawled across her face. It was a more of a cheerful smile than the seductive and pulling one he’d seen on her all the way over. Now he believed he was seeing a side of her that was more playful and less attempting to entice him. However her words about offering him help as well but in her own way was more of a sticking point. He may have hated to ask others for help but this wasn’t help she was offering simply just being there to listen.

“If I ever find myself in need of a “warm bed” or a listening ear I’ll be sure to remember who to seek out.” He let that smile fall on his features again the gentle genuinity crawling across it with such a fragility that it almost looked like falling spun glass. “In the coming days with those who need protection if you find one then let them know to find the cubacious Inn. Room number five zero five. And if they don’t feel safe then feel free to walk them there. It’s hard to spot one unless they show their eyes.” He spoke from his knowledge this was often enough to build up a well of confidence in people and give them a foundation to work off of.

As she slipped into his lap and he felt her soft lips upon his jaw again he couldn’t help but subtly trail his free hand along her thigh. If he wanted to be greedy she wouldn’t tell anyone. He pondered her offer taking the time to mull it over in the back of his mind as he heard her speak about being able to get them to his place alive. “I can try to help there, but the odds of me running across you in this city are fairly slim unless we have a designated spot to meet at should we need too.” As he spoke his fingers kept dancing over the soft flesh of her thigh. He’d been so delicate with her at least until the very end, and he had the marks to show that she’d been a lot rougher with him.

It was only when he glanced towards her face he caught the look of doubt.
“Don’t over think things. The moment you do is when things go awry. Don’t seek them out, let them come to you. If your luck is anything like you think mine is then odds are they’ll cross your path of their own accord.” He finished with a reassuring look in his eyes. “And why do you think you won’t be all that useful to helping? After all any help is still help.”

[Phira]

Timestamp 29 Winter 516
Location The Wolf's Den



The atmosphere between them became some what lax and cozy. It was like they were two old friends talking, while in the nude. The smiles and grins he was tossing her way came more often then before they entered her bedroom.

"Please do. I know it's not a lot, but it's something. Besides I do like talking to you. Her tone was soft and warm, and her small smile mirrored it. "I will remember that. And I have heard of their color changing eyes. That shouldn't be too hard to hide, we can just keep their hoods up and their heads lowered."

She could feel his fingers gliding across her skin as he began to ponder the thought of going in for a second round. She laughed against his chin,"That tickles." She shivered and she could feel goosebumps form all across her skin. His words about a designated place to meet was a great idea, though where in Alvadas could they go? The buildings literally moved, except for the docks, but those would be just as hard to get to. Then there was the threat of the three hunters in the city catching on to them. "That's a brilliant idea, though it would be hard to think of somewhere. And I wouldn't want those hunters in the city catching on to it. But if we can think of something maybe we can meet up some where every couple of moons and trade information. She said thinking out loud.

The thought of being caught scared her, and she wasn't even the one being targeted. She couldn't even imagine how the Vantha must feel about this whole thing. She hadn't even thought about the children of the Vantha. Were they going to be killed on sight too? Surely people weren't that hell bent on getting their revenge? Lady Dira must have her work cut out for her. Did she approve of all this murder? Did the ghosts of the Vanta get turned away on Black Rock? That didn't sit well in her. And even though it hurt her heart to say, she knew her family was in on the hunt for the Vantha.

She looked up at him and listened to his words of reason and gave him half as smile, "I hope so. I hate to think of them running through the streets scared. And I say that because I have no combat skills or defensive skills. I can hunt a bit and I can lure men to my room. But I can't defend any one in the literal sense. she said looking down at his sun shaped scare, "But you have obviously have won your share of battles. And you are a mercenary so you must know how to fight some. What say you about teaching me? As I have proved I can pay you." she proposed.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


“Talking I can do.” He smiled as his continued to listen to her and the repetition of his own sentiments. With her face so close to his once again even now he could still feel her warmth fully against his skin. “And it’s supposed to tickle.” He placed his hand fully on her thigh now keeping the same soft stroking motion.

“As for where to take them in the ever shifting city. The best bet is to take them to the Sanity Centre briefly. It’s the only building I know of in this maze of a city that doesn’t shift all the time. It’s the best bet to find me as well as I get almost all of my contracts there. So odds are you’ll run across me fairly easily.” He smirked as his hand slipped just a little higher up her side. Though as she spoke about not having an ability to fight he was starkly reminded of the ones he had under his protection at this moment in time.

He felt her eyes on the scar over his left shoulder almost boring into it. And as she spoke about him potentially teaching her he paused a moment thinking over exactly what she’d said.
“I’ve not won that many battles but I have some idea of how to fight. So I can teach you that much at the very least however I don’t really consider “this” a form of payment. That doesn’t mean I won’t teach you. Since I know your ideals lie in the right place I’m more than willing to help you help others.” His eyes were soft and his words light. “Though if I do help you just promise me one thing. You won’t refer to what we have happen as payment. It just sounds wrong in my mind.” His hand slid a little further up her thigh and inwards meeting a point he’d become quite familiar with.

“As for your comment earlier about me being greedy. I’m not someone who likes to hoard things. Not do I feel greed in a sense.” Alex shifted his seating a little more and held a long look into her eyes. “Though if I’m honest, I wouldn’t mind you testing out how much I trust you.” He smirked a little, a glint of cheekiness in his eyes as he spoke.

“I want to ask you though if you’re so intent on learning how to defend yourself what would it be with?” His question possibly wasn’t the right thing to be asking in a situation like this but he still thought it better to ask now than to pull her out for training only to find out he’d brought the wrong toolset with him.

[Phira]

Timestamp 29 Winter 516
Location The Wolf's Den



She pressed her leg up into his hand with a smile, and a playful roll of her eyes. She remembered the Sanity Center clearly, but she didn't know that it didn't move around like the other buildings. How was that so? Was there an anchor like on a boat? Or maybe tethers? Maybe both? She didn't really know, but she wished some other buildings could be like that. Her fingers began softly running across the wood on his necklace, as his ran up her side. There were so many of pieces on there she wondered if he had one for each god. But she wouldn't ask about them, as they seemed quite precious to him. Maybe when they knew each other a little better, but for now she would leave his memento alone.

The scar on his shoulder was something that gnawed at her curiosity too. What caused it? How did it happen? Again these were questions saved for another time. It took her some time to learn that some things were just too personal to discuss with a complete stranger. In Zeltiva she had men walk out of her room for asking too many questions. It was a lesson learned quickly because if she didn't have clients then she didn't get paid, which meant she didn't eat.

She accepted his terms with a nod, though she was slightly confused. Sex had never been more to her than an exchange of goods. She got money in exchange for sex. It was nothing more complicated or complex than that. So when he said it sounded wrong in his mind, her mind began reeling with questions. "If that is what you want." She said in a skeptical way. He must want something, though she wouldn't ask if he was offering to help her for free.

A gasp left her lips and was accompanied by a buck of her hips into his hand. She laughed and held his gaze and matched his smirk, "Then let's see how much faith you really have in me." she said and kissed him running her hand down the trail of red marks she had left on him from earlier, down to just above his hips.

Then she stopped when he asked her about her weapon of choice. He really did like to play mind games with her. She gave his lip a nip before getting up off his lap and going over to the chest at the end of her bed, swaying her hips the while way. "Well they aren't really weapons, but I like them because they remind me of my claws somewhat." she said and began rummaging through her chest before pulling out her gauntlets. The glove itself only went slightly passed her wrist, and the sharp claws extended passed her fingers, and several spikes protruded upward on the back of her hand. She put them on and put her hands up to show him both sides before swiping at the air towards him. "They aren't as pretty as my claws but they serve their purpose." she said with a smile.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


Yet again he felt her eyes drift towards the mark over his shoulder. The large scar that he’d had for a long time sat there emblazoned like a bad of both honour and shame. Something he knew full well. It often drew people’s attention. Mostly as they wondered what caused it. And until recently he’d always known what it was but never why he’d gotten it. Though in the slight lull of the moment he heard the scepticism in her voice about him not wanting to exchange what he knew for sex. It somehow just didn’t sit right with him.

“Please.” He spoke with a tone that held a small edge of sadness to it but mostly one of relief. But the moment his fingertips made contact with her he could see that playful smirk and glint come back to her. And even as he hand ran down his chest he could still focus enough to not press on. The moment she drifted from his hands though he could feel the warmth of her face from him. That subtle heat enough to make him want to drag her back almost. Even as she softly bit his lip pulling away.

His eyes watched those rather shapely hips sway back and forth as she rummaged around that chest. Had he been a less well restrained man he may well have walked over and taken her again right then and there. However he’d prompted this and he’d allow her the time to prove her point. They reminded her of her claws? He paused a moment before seeing her turn around with what looked to be these quite despicably nasty weapons strapped over her hands. The gauntlets clawed and spiked. Clearly designed to cause damage as well as most likely stop any weapons incoming.

As much as he didn’t want to tear his eyes away from her he couldn’t help but glare at the pieces of steel she now had strapped to her hands. “I’ll say. If they didn’t serve their purpose then I’d be surprised as to what they did serve. They look downright menacing.” He spoke with a small apprehension behind his words as he glanced over the weapons once more.
“Though if you wanted to use those then I could teach you how to fight without a weapon. I mean it should translate across to those somewhat easily?” He remarked as he stood up finally and walking over to lightly take one of her hands in his and inspect the steel closer.

Rolling her hand lightly in his own he was mostly being careful to not get bitten by the claw like tips. “In theory I could translate this across…But it’ll be up to you to figure out the finer points. I’m pretty sure you’ll be flexible enough for that.” He spoke with a small amount of mischief in his words but still that measured temperament.

“Though I’ve seen you eying both my necklace and my scar. I can tell you want to ask about them. So pick one and I’ll let you know a little.” He gave a small sigh heaving his shoulder slightly with it.

[Phira]

Timestamp29 Winter 516
LocationThe Wolf's Den



She could feel his eyes on her, which was what she wanted. She wanted him to forget the business talk and simply give into his passion. But he didn't, and she wasn't surprised either. After all the foreplay they engaged in was the longest moments of her life, but they lead to such an intense pleasure that she would do it all over again to feel that again.

Her smile was bigger than she wanted but his words of apprehension made it grow. That's what she got them for, was to make people rethink their intent when approaching her. But she never did get around to training with them, so even though she had them she didn't really know how to use them.

She let him look at them closely being still so he wouldn't get nicked by the blades. She laughed, "We will have to see won't we. I have had some training back home on how to fight. But I was never any good at it. Maybe I just didn't have the right teacher or the right motivation to win, hopefully I can be a bit more victorious now." she said taking them off then backing him up to the bed. "Now about that test..."

She looked at him with wide eyes and a sheepish smile, "You've noticed that. I try not to pry. Honest. I respect your privacy, but if you want then I choose...your necklace. But only if you want." she said seriously. She didn't want him to feel pressured into telling her anything he didn't want to. His scar was a point of interest for her, but ever since she saw the three sigils poke out of his shirt earlier, she had wondered why. Why did he have them? Obviously because he worshiped those particular gods and goddesses right? Well that was what she thought until he took off his armor and his shirt to reveal numerous sigils. Were they all gods and goddesses? Were they all of the gods and goddesses? Even the evil ones? If so why did he have those too?

She felt like she was being let into such a private view into his life and she didn't want to ruin it. So she looked up at him with curious eyes, and with the intent to listen to every word.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"


As she spoke to him he got the feeling that for the motivation if she won it’d be a little more than just bragging rights. But before he could make a comment about the gauntlets and teaching he felt her fingers lightly pressing into his chest and backing him towards the bed. His knee catching it and almost causing him to fall over. Just catching himself with his hand sliding into the sheets lightly He caught the small smile on her face and the almost sheepish and shy look. Something that he didn’t see on her yet.

She chose the Necklace. An odd choice most would chose the scar. He still let off a small smile as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“I didn’t expect that to be the choice. It’s a memento of my mothers. She wore this almost every day. When she died this was the only thing of hers I really got to keep with me.” He spoke with a small solemnity to his words. “But every one of the sigils on here is a god of some description. The primary three I told you about before; Priskil. Sylir. And Yahal. But there are others.” He leant back slightly placing an arm behind him to support his weight as he lifted the sigils form his chest two in particular Syna and Nikali.

“You’d think a man of the gods would be averse to displays of passion. And I kind of try to keep myself in control but I know that passion pleasure and sex are a domain of the gods as well.” He spoke with a small glint in his eyes. “Not everything in this world is as cut and dry as some would make it out to be. But if you wish to know more about any of them simply pick one. And I’ll regale you as best I can.” His eyes held a glint of honesty to them as he motioned his hands to cup her by her rear and pull her closer to him again.

[Phira]

Timestamp 29 Winter 516
Location The Wolf's Den



She stood between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck as began telling her about his necklace and his mother. She could feel that there was more to the story than just those few sentences. The hint of pain in his eyes told her that it what happened was something more tragic than just a normal passing would be. She felt sad for him. Not because his mother died, because she was raised to believe that death was a necessary and essential part of the balance of things, and to never be scared of it or pity any one who experienced it. No. It was because it was as if he lost her unexpectedly and for that she was sad.

She began a closer inspection of the wooden pieces and sought out the three he has shown her earlier, Priskil's which had a watchtower, Nikali which had a red chain, and Sylir which a tree of some sort was etched into the wood. Yahal she didn't necessarily know but had heard his name a time or two from her mother who grew up in the desert passing between families of Benshira and Chaktawe.

He leaned back in a more relaxed position and pulled two off his chest the one with the red chain that she learned today was Nikali, and the light one which had a sun etched on it that she knew for sure was Syna. She smiled at both his words and at the glint in his eye, "I think any man who is a man of the gods deserves a little rest and relaxation when he can find it. As any man who claims to be a man of the gods probably doesn't find those things too often." She pointed to the light piece in his hand, "That one is Syna. If I ever did claim to have a patron goddess, she would be it." Her tone confident in it.

She didn't consider her sunbathing in Syna's light ever day to be any form of worship, but she did do it every day, and has since she was old enough to be outside. She didn't know why she loved the sun so, but it was something she would never question because it was something that just was to her. So if it ever came down to worshiping one god or goddess for the rest of her life, Syna would be the one she chose.

She said this while looking at all the wooden pieces across his chest. She then pointed her finger over both the one with the scythe and the one with the claw marks, "I know this one is Lady Dira, since scythes are a favorite of hers, and you can find them lying around every where on Black Rock. And this one is the Queen-Goddess Myri. My father is a Myrian and he has the claw marks tattooed across his heart." she said motioning her fingers across her chest where her father's tattoo was. She looked at them all and hovered her finger over the one with the roadsign fork on it. It was a curious piece as it she couldn't imagine what it could possibly mean or who it could be for.

"I chose that one with the roadsign on it." she said and crawled back on his lap when he grabbed her bottom and pulled her close. She picked it up off his chest and ran her thumb over it, waiting to hear who could possibly be the god with a roadsign for for a symbol.