[Location: Docks] Trails of Smoke [Nydryn]

[Syndre]

The heat collecting at the base of the large tub transformed the water into a

relaxing pool of warmth, calming his aching muscles and allowing his stretching
figure to experience another wonderful sensation. The mixture of strong alcohol
and potent herbs was sending both mind and body on an unforgettable trip, making
the evening extremely enjoyable. The pleasurable night wouldn't be complete
without her though, and the way her skin had felt underneath his bare hands
continuing to plague his mind, especially since she decided to stay. With his
handsome countenance leaning lazily against the edge of the wet bath, the dazed
rogue watched the young woman drop her backpack upon the carpet covered floor.

Icy blue eyes watched her slowly slide down the smooth surface of the wall

and huddle against herself, her slender knees pulled gently up to the rise of
her breasts. He could sense her internal struggle, knowing that separated sides
of her conscious battled with one another to gain control of her uncertain
movement and unclear thoughts. The half of her that wanted to remain in the
chamber with him seemed to be pushing the other half aside, and this brought a
creeping smile to his relaxed features. She had her chance to flee, and instead
opted to stay, so now the alluring thief needed to figure out whether she
remained because of the comforting environment or because she had a need for
him in particular.

"You are a lot safer here... with me Ny...," he responded while the apex

of each elbow lifted slowly out of the water to rest against the tub's frame,
applying enough pressure to raise his light weight form into a sitting position.
"...Rather than out there... with Rhysol...," his right appendage dripped with
moisture as he swept its length in the direction of the open balcony, indicating
that beyond this room lurked dangers she would indeed have to face alone if she
decided to leave. He even threw in the God of Evil's name to lace his words with
a greater unease. Of course Syndre was only offering to look after her tonight,
but that was all she was really asking for, a single night where she didn't have
to worry about protecting herself.

"You should come join me... how am I going to protect you if you keep your

distance from me?...," using the effects of his Syrlian herbs and the deep red
wine to lower her personal defenses had only worked momentarily, and now he
would need to calm her wary thoughts with his soothing words. If he could
carefully draw her closer, it would definitely be a sign that she was opening
up to him once more. The primitive part of her mind that controlled her wants
and desires needed to be further coaxed to progress his intentions, and there
was no better way than through touch. When two humans were brought together
even with a mild attraction, an external caress could do wonders to escalate
their internal feelings.

A reassuring smile was displayed in her direction as she sat against the

wall in her huddled position. His studying gaze remained upon her while he
reached across to the nearby table that lied beside the iron decorated bath,
his wet digits combing the surface until finding the woven basket that Tarsin's
daughters had delivered. "The water is hot... very relaxing...," his voice was
low as he attempted to lure her away from the wall, "...you would sleep so much
better tonight if you rid the dirt and sweat from your body..." Most citizens
were not use to cleaning themselves on a daily basis, it was more of a luxury
than anything. If Nydryn had ever enjoyed the fresh sensation one received after
cleansing themselves right before snuggling into bed, he knew those memories
would assist him in drawing her closer.

With that pleasant little smile remaining, Syndre turned his attention

away from her for just a moment. The hand that had slipped into the basket upon
the small table now retreated back toward the bath with a colorful bottle in
its grasp. His thumb slid up underneath the closed lid and he gently forced it
open by slightly adding pressure. Tilting the bottle over the heated water,
the immersed rogue poured the liquid contents entirely into the bath and a
rich fragrance suddenly filled the extensive room. The thief was all about
indulging the senses: taste, touch, and smell all being catered to this evening
with the amplifying aid of the ingested and inhaled intoxicants.

[Nydryn]

Rhysol… of course the rogue would bring up the god of evil to further convince her to stay. Nydryn despised the god as and normal being would. Of course she was in the city that revered Rhysol, making the evil of the dark city streets seem even greater. No, Nydryn did not worship any god or goddess, she did not care. As long as she was safe and healthy nothing else mattered… not even the beings that made her existence possible. However, with Nydryn’s time spent in Ravok, her mind had been becoming darker. When she was a child, she didn’t have access to the darkness of the streets like she did now. Nydryn had begun to consider the dark ways that her mind could twist. She could be selfish, only caring about herself and getting the best things no matter who it hurt. Ny could be someone feared on the streets of Ravok… get a reputation. She could use her angelic looks to get what she wanted when she wanted it. Of course Nydryn never took action on this idea, for it required a complete change in herself, and she wasn’t sure she could make that commitment. She had begun to trust this man, and so why shouldn’t she go closer? Nydryn took a few minutes to consider this because she knew that the closer she got to Syndre, the more her guard would drop. She wanted it to, and she desperately wanted him, but the time they had spent apart between their childhood and tonight seemed so long. The fun times they had roaming the streets had become different as the two had aged quite a bit. The warm water called to Nydryn, her tired, worn body craving its comforting cleansing warmth. Was she to sleep in the nice clean bed smelling and looking like this? No average citizen would especially if they had the option of a warm bath. The wine bottle in his hand was emptying slowly, and what was left of the rich liquid was beckoning to Nydryn. Nydryn carefully stood up brushing her skirt down as her eyes scanned the room again. Of course, they landed on Syndre and she made her way over to the relaxed rogue. Her form had approached the side of his bath, her eyes remaining locked with his as she gently grasped the wine bottle, pulling it out of Syndre’s grasp as she took a large sip. Pulling the bottle away from her lips, she whispered, “All right, you have my trust… but you are gonna need to get out,” her pale hand motioned to the tub, “If you want me to get clean…”

[Syndre]

It seemed like a back and forth game when she rose and made her way to

the bath, a game that Syndre thought he had won a couple times this evening.
Whenever he began to lure her in to his entangling seductions, she managed to
escape each time. It was very frustrating to the intoxicated rogue, but fun
none the less. He had calmed her into staying the night, and even shifted her
attention to bathing. His greatest achievement up this moment though was getting
her to trust him, for not many in this world did. She was definitely growing on
him, due to the fact they had spent time together as children. It was indeed
strange how people go their separate ways, then come together again years later.

"That isn't what I meant when I asked you to join me...," long nimble fingers

swirl lightly in the heated water while speaking, mixing the scented oil through
out the entire iron designed tub. "Next you'll tell me I have to go sleep in
the hallway...," a quiet laughter escaped after the humorous comment. His head
leaned back against the edge of the tub so he could cast his wondrous eyes
upward to her standing form, then with a slow breath his visage slipped down
beneath the surface of the oiled water.

He rose slowly after a few lingering moments underneath, shaking his head

like a wet mutt would after rolling in an alley puddle. His black braids swung
wildly about his light hued features, sending a spray of water over her skirt and
blouse. Another bit of laughter was released as he lifted himself up within the
tub, standing before her in a sheen of moisture. A mischievous thought crossed
his mind as his lazy gaze traveled over the curves of his figure. He had come
close to playfully dragging her into the bath with him, but thought better of
getting her clothes soaking wet. Though fun at the moment, it wouldn't be nice
to wake up to a damp attire.

He instead stepped out of the iron worked tub, very carefully at that, for

his balance had been thrown way off from the alcohol and herbs. The mixture of
the two drugs was a horribly wonderful thing, something to experience on special
occasions but definitely not something he could handle day to day. She couldn't
be fairing much better since she was smaller and lighter than himself, the
strong mixture was surely having a powerful effect on her mind and body. Perhaps
that was why she was still here, because she was too drugged to wander outside.
Again he laughed to himself as his naked frame managed to clear the tub's edge
without falling, his scrambled concentration trying desperately to focus on
where he was headed.

The closest piece of furniture was a plush chair that rested a couple feet

from the candle heated bath, and this is where his bare physique came to rest.
His head rolled back against the comfortable top cushion, soaking the pillowy
material with his pale wet skin. The gentle roll continued until the side of his
dripping face settled against the curve of his strong shoulder, clouded blue
eyes returning to the woman on the other side of the warm water. She would have
to remove her clothing once more to cleanse her body, and he didn't mind
capturing another glimpse of the beauty that lied beneath.

[Nydryn]

Her delicate hand brought the wine bottle up to her lips as Syndre exited the tub. He had landed on the chair closest to the tub, his eyes trained on her as soon as he sat down. His clouded eyes were expectant as though he was waiting for her to get in the tub… more like he was waiting for her to get undressed. The wine bottle was set at her feet and she glanced back up at Syndre, a small smile on her face. She had already been half naked in front of this man, and instead of trying to maintain her privacy, she instead accepted that at this time, that was a state she could not reach. Her hands moved slowly to the base of her blouse, beginning to lift it up ever so slightly. Nydryn’s hands inched upwards “Why thank you, kind sir…” the words were whispered loud enough so Syndre could hear. It took a few drawn out moments for her hands to make their way over top her head. The shirt was then held in one hand, clasped between her pointer finger and her thumb. As she let go, it gently dropped to the ground. With the raise of an eyebrow, Nydryn glanced at Syndre’s face. It didn’t reveal much, for Ny’s own intoxication kept her from reading the small details displayed on his handsome features. Her small pale hands worked their way to her long skirt. Her fingers played with the waistband for a bit before she slowly removed it from her standing form. This left her feeling very exposed in front of the rouge, but she didn’t mind. It was probably obvious to Syndre that she was attracted to him, for if she wasn’t she wouldn’t still be in the room. She took a few steps closer to the side of the tub, its warm water looked very inviting to the street rat. She got in, and lowered herself into the water gently. Nydryn could feel the layers of grime peeling off of her body. It had been a while since she had a bath, so the bath was much appreciated. Her hands felt around by the side of the tub trying to find the wine bottle and her fingers finally clasped around the slim bottle neck. A large sip was taken as her eyes closed. After the bottle was removed from her lips, she let out a soft sigh.

[Syndre]

Her clothing was whisked away and the disoriented rogue took the

moment to study what her form had to offer, tucking the arousing sight into
the recesses of his memory. Silently thanking Akajia for the turn in fortune,
Syndre reached over to the nearby table and lifted the delivered basket from
the wooden surface. His arm dipped low and with a firm push the woven basket
slid a feet few across the floor, gently colliding against the curvaceous
metalwork of the tub's iron leg before standing still near the bath. His bright
blue eyes never left Nydryn's unwrapped gift, following her deliberate movements
up until she lowered herself into the heated water.

There you go... finish the bottle... The darker side of his thoughts

spoke to him in silence as he watched her take another swig of the expensive
red wine. The sound of her delicate sigh played across his ears and he enjoyed
the pleasant tone she created. He rose from the slightly dampened seat, the air
cool against his beaded skin as he made his way toward the front of the finely
crafted tub. His bare frame slowly lowered behind her extended figure as she
relaxed in the soothing warmth, positioning himself to where his hands could
settle down against her white hued shoulders. A soft squeeze was given to her
tired muscles, and then another, talented digits beginning to work along the
base of her neck and over the upper most region of her back.

His head dipped down so that the side of his visage could snuggle lightly

against the top of her head, like a playful kitten would when showing affection
to the hand that fed it. His lungs expanded as a slow intake of air brought a
mixture of her scent and the smell of the bathing oils to his nose, the intensity
of his eyes hidden for a moment as he teased his senses. Warm lips were felt
against the sensitivity of her ear, as warm as the water her naked body lounged
within, their tickling touch accompanied by the sound of his seductive voice,"
You should be careful how much you drink... a little woman such as yourself
might not be able to handle all that alcohol..." Though telling the truth, his
quietly spoken words were meant to tease, a trace of a dare that she couldn't
drink anymore.

A tighter squeeze was felt against those smooth shoulders, the tips of his

pressing fingers massaging the wet flesh beneath while closing lips softly
surrounded the lower portion of her ear. He allowed her small lobe to slide
slowly out, stealing a taste of her pale skin before placing a phantom like
kiss behind the same ear. She could hear a faint sound reverberating within the
depth of his slender throat, an almost silent sound that clearly noted the
level of his excitement. His kneading hands ceased their pleasurable motions
and instead began to creep up the length of her neck, then further into the
golden mess of her short hair. The moisture covering his hands immediately took
to those dry strands, wetting them as his relaxing fingers traveled thru ever
so slowly.

His experienced hands slipped out of her slightly damp tresses, dropping

down beneath the surface of the hot water. His nimble digits formed into lengthy
cups, collecting as much of the oily liquid as he could, then carefully returned
his hands back toward the top of her head. The edge of his bowl shaped hands
touched lightly to the beginning of her hair line, applying enough pressure to
guide her head down against the back of the tub, letting the warm water spill
over her honey colored hair away from her azure eyes. His left hand started to
slide over the slick curve of her head while his right reached down to the basket
beside the candle lined bath, his grasping fingers producing a small colorful
vial.

[Nydryn]

He had come to sit behind her, his hands placed on her pale shoulders. A pleasant shudder went through her immersed body. Nydryn remembered the pleasantries that had already been between the two… the passion felt between their two bodies was brought to her mind as he merely touched her shoulders. How was Ny to guard herself when she felt this way about him? She wasn’t… she was supposed to allow him to guard her and that’s what she would do. His hands had kneaded her shoulders, relaxing the tense muscles. His hands had worked to her back and then back up into her golden hair. Ny was so used to caring for only herself that it was very enjoyable to be pampered by another. His quiet words seemed to be a warning, but Ny knew better. He was daring her to immerse herself even more in the alcohol, and Nydryn was not one to simply ignore what he had said. “Is that what you consider me to be?” Nydryn’s whisper was barely heard by Syndre for he was immersed in giving her body little pleasures that it had been lacking for a long time. The wine bottle was close to being empty, and a small smile appeared on Nydryn’s face as she brought the bottle to her lips. It was slowly lifted up as the rest of the dark red liquid entered her body. Her small pale hand had then gently placed the empty bottle beside the tub as Syndre’s hands worked to lower her head so that he could soak her soft hair with the warm water. Many thoughts crossed the woman’s mind as her head was gently tilted back with the assistance of the rogue’s gentle hands. Her hands came to move through the warm water, enjoying the feel of it through her fingers as she created small waves in the beautiful tub. “Syndre…” her voice was a low whisper meant to arouse the man even more, “Would you care to join me?” her inviting words were what the rogue had wanted in the first the place. Of course she hoped he would finish with her pampering before he joined His presence made her different… any other man would be rebuked especially with her in this intoxicated state. Both her longing and his longing were obvious, and tonight it was impossible not to act on that desire.

[Syndre]

The easily opened lid of the vial he had retrieved was removed with a

firm sweep of a thumb while it was positioned over the top of her tilting head.
He was quiet for a moment as he pondered what she had asked, carefully tipping
the vial to where the scented contents could lightly trickle down upon her
slick, soft toned hair. Once the brief spill of perfume laced liquid ceased its
delicate cascade he returned the oval shaped container to the confines of the
woven basket, his haze filled eyes watching her drain the crimson contents from
quickly emptied bottle.

"Petite?... I would consider you such... being a man of my length...,"

of course his words were in description of his slender six feet of height. She
had rested the base of the wine bottle against the rug covered floor as he
spoke in a low volume, the gentle touch of either hand now felt against the
damp extent of her slanted scalp," That being said... I do not believe your size
to be a weakness... but I know very well the strength of the wine you just
finished..." His fingers' slow ministrations allowed the pleasant smelling liquid
to spread throughout the short length of her golden tresses, almost as if this
wonderful routine had been practiced on many occasions.

The massage upon her leaning head was down in a deliberate manner, and he

was close to finishing when she softly called his name. He indeed enjoyed the
way it had rolled of her tongue, and with further downward tilt of his enticing
visage, his azure voids were able to look down into the clouded depth of her
own. His hands slid away from her cleansed hair to intrude upon the stretching
expanse of her neck, then further down and around the curve of her small
shoulders. He slowly caressed the outer edge of her beaded arms, leaving faint
streaks of water where the tips of his fingers had previously been. Once his
hands had completed their roaming trek along her lithe frame, they broke the
surface of the heated water, again collecting the oil accented liquid into
curving palms.

She had asked him to join her, which was his intent all along, and the

sound of her voice when she asked was very satisfying to listen to. Raising his
hands one last time to the apex of her tilting head, he gently released the
warm water that had been captured within his cupped palms, relieving her honey
tinted hair of the excess perfume that was coating it. He then positioned himself
along the iron wrought tub in a way where the upper half of his bare torso could
lean over the edge, the ends of his hanging black braids dipping into the water
as his handsome countenance lowered ever so close to her own. A tender kiss
manifested against the plush surface of her mouth. It was but a brief sliding of
slick lips before his blanketing whisper was released upon her beautiful
features," Why don't you join me on the bed instead..."

[Nydryn]

His presence was intoxicating by itself. Add alcohol and the remnant effects of a drug, and he was impossible to avoid especially since they were alone in an inn room. Nydryn understood this, and did not mind. At all. She had asked him to join her, but instead of that he suggested something else. Ny had seen this coming as soon as she had decided to stay in the room. It was not that she did not want to be close to Syndre, it was more nervousness for she hadn’t been this close to a man for a while. What she was going to do was not really an option for her desires were overwhelming. The bath had made her whole body feel clean and relaxed. It was so nice to bathe especially in warm water. Syndre had spent a fortune on everything and a faint thought crossed her mind of whether she should give him some of her meager mizas… but he had said that he had mizas to spare and he wanted to do this for her. In the other cities Ny had been to, she gained mizas by selling drawings that she made. When Ny was born, her mother told her that she was born an artist, for at an early age, Nydryn could draw very well. But Ny hadn’t gotten the opportunity to sell any paintings here in Ravok, and she was running dangerously low on money. Her mind refocused on the situation as Syndre’s form remained behind her. Smiling to herself, she slowly rose out of the water, taking caution not to lose her balance and fall. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you…” A delicate step was taken out of the tub and her other foot followed. With slow, cautionary steps, Ny began to make her way to the luxurious bed. About halfway there, she turned around to Syndre who remained in the same spot, and gave him a sly smile. Once she reached the bed, she sat on the edge of the bed. If her balance had allowed her to, she probably would have gone and lay down, but a wave of dizziness had passed over the woman, causing her to sit down on the closest thing possible. With a hand on her head, Ny glanced back up at Syndre, her clouded blue eyes gazing into his.

[Syndre]

Syndre could not take his eyes off of her clothless form, his lustful

gaze following her misguided movements from the iron traced tub to the corner of
the cozy bed. She rested the cushion of her cream colored bottom against the
soft surface of the moldable blanket, her demeanor changing from sensually
playful to slightly incoherent. Her hand had risen to her head, as if something
had assaulted her mind, and her aquatic stare searched for him. This was the
reason the rogue tried to stay away from alcohol when also smoking the Sylrian
herbs. The potent mixture was sure send you on a whirlwind of emotion, dysfunction,
and pleasure. It would take a bit more indulging for Syndre to reach her level of
intoxication, for the strength of his addiction was great and he was forced daily
to satisfy his craving. His body had developed a minor immunity to the blended
drug, which in turn drove him to smoke more to achieve the same mind altering
effects.

Rising from his kneel beside the heated bath, Syndre's naked frame

followed the same path that she had taken. A downward lean of his head was given
upon approaching her sitting form, his faintly blurred sight examining her
adorable countenance. The underside of his left hand lifted to cover the fingers
that she splayed along side her head. His right hand mimicked the left, rising up
to the other side of her head so that his gentle touch could be felt within her
golden strands of hair. The warm sensation that his palms brought to her cheeks
was meant to calm her thoughts, the closeness of his tall body suggesting that
he wasn't giving up on playing the part of a predator.

His capturing hold upon her head allowed him to ease that gorgeous visage

upward, giving himself a more appreciative view of her face. His right hand then
traveled further upward in a fluid touch, letting her short tresses slide softly
between his spreading digits. "You're right... I would like that...," he spoke
quietly, but surely in a dominant manner. His sinew enhanced arms extended
outward, gently pushing Nydryn back with a mild amount of force. Her water
beaded figure unexpectedly fell back into the thick folds of the cozy blanket,
dampening the decorative material with her wet body. She was given a choice earlier
this evening, and instead of fleeing from this dark soul's desires she decided
to stay and endure his advances. Syndre was all too familiar with taking what he
wanted from people, but when someone offered what he yearned for freely, it made
things much easier.

"In fact... I would like more than that...," he whispered as his hands came

to rest upon the curve of her uplifted knees. His composure was set in way that
the majority of muscle gracing his lean upper torso was defined, giving her
clouded blue gaze a pleasant sight to behold when she looked up from the comfort
of the bed. A gentle squeeze was bestowed upon either knee before he firmly guided
them apart from one another, pushing the length of her bending legs aside so that
his bare form could slip down between them. Once his hands had succeeded in
parting her last defense, they slowly moved away from her smooth skin and
lowered down into the cushioned fabric of the bed. His corded arms bent with the
downward movement, sliding the point of each elbow across the soft sheets while
the sudden heat of his lower half was felt against her white hued flesh.

[Verilian]

Syndre +1 Stealth +3 Observation +5 Seduction +4 Manipulation +1 Sleight of Hand +2 Massaging Lores: Avoiding the Light, Sharing a Smoke, Guiding to one's intentions, Controlling the high, Toasting Friendship, Lore of Wasting Cake (Basic), Sharing a Kiss, Avoiding an Answer, Shot Down, Giving a Massage, Getting what you Want Nydryn +1 Detection +5 Seduction +2 Observation Lores: Uprooted Memories, Releasing bottled Feelings, Trusting Another, Getting High, Sharing a Smoke, Losing Control, Toasting Friendship, Lore of Wasting Cake (Basic), Sharing a Kiss, Teasing, A difficult Decision, Self Loathing, Mind Versus Heart, Bathing in Front of a Man, Giving in to what you Want You Question My Logic? : Any questions, send me a PM. Notes: Wow, that's some strong stuff you have there. That high after only one hit? Lol, anyway, great job you two, I look forward to reading more of your work!