Peccadillos [Claudia Fii]

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A half-collapsed city of alabaster and gold fiercely governed by Eypharians. Even partially ruined, it is the crown of the desert and a worthy testament to old glories and rising powers.

Peccadillos [Claudia Fii]

Postby Serasia on May 22nd, 2011, 2:55 am

Spring 86, 511

A spread of blades shone in the high noon sun, less than brilliantly. Most of them were decorative, on the verge of garishness, but those that were not were labelled in her price range. A plainly dressed eypharian woman stood on the buyer’s side of the stall, a pair of arms in incredulous akimbo while another held a ceremonially gilded khopesh. She moved it to the light, frowning, then pulled it into her own shadow. Her inspection seemed to unnerve the young merchant across the table, who ultimately said nothing.

Serasia set the weapon down again to pick up a simple dagger. She turned it over in her hands, trying to identify the methods in which it was made under the guise of an interest in buying. While a jeweler at heart, she had some experience with metalworking and had recently considered delving into the art of weaponsmithing. Her eyes ultimately strayed to the hilt, around which a swirl of silver boasted an almost ocean-like fluidity. She could not have replicated the technique in a bracelet, much less a blade. She interpreted her envy as scrutiny. The words slipped from her mouth before she could realize they were inappropriate: “How do you make the silver shine like it does?”

The girl replied tiredly, “I do not. My mother makes them.”

“Of course she does.” replied Serasia. She remembered being in that same position at that same age, just as appreciative of her mother's art. Now, it was all she thought about. With stoic grace framing the tinges of embarrassment below her eyes, she set down the dagger and moved on.

OOCEdited for accuracy now that the Street of Emeralds is up.
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Peccadillos [Claudia Fii]

Postby Nenura on May 22nd, 2011, 3:49 am

She had been lazing within the shade made by the sun-obscuring table which held the merchant's wares. Her over-ly large ears perked at the female's voice, her shifty eyes dancing over the femme's legs, the only parts of her visible. Her interest had been sparked and now she sought to satiate it. The feet moved away after she heard the dull clank of the bracelet. Claudia's heart fluttered nervously for a moment. For some unfathomable reason, she felt compelled to follow her.

After a few moments of sorting out the battle with her heart and brain, the fox set out. Serasia had already made it quite a few yards ahead of her, which was ideal since Claudia had rose onto her awkward paws and quickly stumbled forth. For a fox, who would imagine her to be such a clumsy thing?

She stayed a very short distance behind Serasia, for some reason trying to be stealthy. She even had her body low to the heated ground, generally unaffected since she had grown accustomed to such. That is until, she slinked directly in front of a man carting his goods. She yelped, such a loud, high pitched noise to come from such a small animal, and leaped forward. The strength of her limbs only allowed her to leap two feet forward and six inches, if that, away from the ground.

However short lived her air-borne escape had been, it had been rewarded with the fennec's fore-legs buckling beneath her torso, and her receiving a snout full of sand. Gotta love the magically wonderful evil force of gravity...
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Peccadillos [Claudia Fii]

Postby Serasia on May 22nd, 2011, 6:10 pm

The scowling eypharian had come to the market under the pretense of expanding her horizons: meeting fellow merchants of her trade and scouting a good place and means for setting up her own shop. But she was finding it difficult to force herself to socialize when she thought most of the wares so inferior. Serasia was not as skilled as her mother had been, yet, but she had ideas. With the exception of the dagger, there was nothing extraordinary here.

So she kept walking at a browsing pace, hardly stopping as often as she should have. The thin white linen of her summer dress still strayed behind her at that speed, tickling the nose of her vulpine pursuer. Then there was a peculiar screech, and the surprised cry of a man. Serasia turned reflexively to learn of the commotion and saw a few decorative plates topple from their precarious position atop the cart. She reached out to catch them, but only three met her groping fingers. As she stepped forward she felt something soft beneath her foot and, in an attempt to avoid crushing it, finally lost her balance.

She landed on her back with an ugly ooph, arms up to protect the fragile wares. The merchant bent gratefully to help her to her feet, then collected those pieces she had saved. “What happened?” She asked, lifting a dazed hand to her head as he tried to salvage the broken fragments where they lay. Another reached up to fix her hair. She wished there was a mirror nearby, so that she could correct herself again.

“Your animal jumped in front of me,” he replied begrudgingly, gesturing to the fox. The blame in his voice was not hard to detect. He lingered as if he expected her to pay for the beast’s mistake.

“My—” She followed his motion to the sand-nosed creature and her confused expression turned into a glare. She said instead, “That is not mine.” Quickly she reached out to grab the young by its scruff so that she could look at it better. Its head looked like the jackal helmets of the city guard, but it was much too small to be a member of that native species.

“Look at what you did,” She said under her breath, far from expecting the animal to reply. She still had a few seconds before the man was done recovering his things and would inevitably stand to confront her. Serasia was not one to run from a conflict, so she mulled over her options as she idly considered the fox.
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Postby Nenura on May 22nd, 2011, 7:13 pm

Another yelp would emit from the small maw of the fennec as she had been lifted by the scruff of her neck. This one was duller, not being as sharp or surprised as the prior two. The first from nearly being ran over, and the latter from the collision of Serasia's foot upon her body. Although she had not been seriously injured, she greatly dreaded the idea. She was actually glad the woman had lost her balance, even if it meant the infuriated beaut would turn her wrath on the poor animal.

The noise vibrating forth from her throat as her chest cavity depressed slowly turned swiftly into a low whine of remorse. Her lungs were erratic for a few seconds, quick whimpers, then the dragged out whine again. This became a rather apologetic pattern.

After one glance into the frightening cores of her eyes, she quickly came to realize she was in a whole lot more trouble than she imagined. As if fearing that the woman would turn her brain to mush by holding eye contact, she lowered her dark honey tinted irises so that her vision was locked on her sand dusted fore-paws which hung limply before her.

Everything about her posture made her appear as if she were wilting. Her demeanor lost its playful nature, which was rare for the hyper thing. She figured not even 'turning on the charm' would assist her, so she didn't. She simply succumbed to allowing her regret to paint itself in depressing tones upon her figure.
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Peccadillos [Claudia Fii]

Postby Serasia on May 23rd, 2011, 5:07 am

She took no heed to the pathetic whimpers, immune to the sadnesses of lesser creatures. The noise merely irritated Serasia, who had begun to draw eyes for holding an animal in such a way; she thought of putting it down and letting it scamper off without consequence, but she did not want to risk losing whatever leverage it granted her. The man was hesitant when he spoke again, but not without confidence. “I thank you for helping me recover my things, but it was your pet who caused the damage, and cost me my profits.”

Curses. If she had shown less interest in the little rat, he might not have been so convinced that it was hers. Before she could insist otherwise, the merchant added with a wily grin, “Or you could just give him to me, and I could probably sell his pelt to make up the difference.”

Serasia’s eyebrows rose in deliberation. She would be no better or worse if the fox were dead or alive, but she thought it rather rude that he would threaten such a thing. The woman moved the animal so that it no longer hung pitifully in the air, cradling it in two arms. A glare settled in her expression as she tried to read the man through her growing frustration, fearful that it would turn to anger. He responded to her silence with, “I sell the plates for five mizas each. If you would be so kind...”

“You charge above your skill,” She said finally, tersely, sneering at the cart and its contents. Her jaw spasmed once in an attempt to achieve composure. “And your undue haste is half the reason they fell. You cannot blame an animal for your own carelessness.”

Before he could respond, she spun around in a huff and fled briskly down the corridor of boothes. Her nervous grip was tight around her small treasure, but it loosened as she escaped the eyes of the curious bystanders. Her pace slowed. She did not know why she did it. She certainly did not have the means to feed another mouth. It was a matter of principle, she decided; a good eypharian would have cut his losses and thanked her for her efforts. Besides, a pet might be a good for her. It was cute, at least, if she looked at it from the right angle.
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Postby Nenura on May 23rd, 2011, 9:17 pm

Her sweat chilled her skin within the fluffy creamy coloured cover. At the merchants threat, her heart had skipped a few beats. She didn't even care that she had been called a "him". It was such a miserable thing that her life dwelled in an imaginary noose of the Eypharian's fingertips, and all it would take was for the female to chuck her at the male, then she would have been suffocated. Death imminent, but perhaps not as fast as would be desired if there were no other choice. Every fast paced beat of Claudia's heart was filled with panic, until she had suddenly found herself being pulled closer to the female.

The noose had slackened, and she now felt safer at least, though that was not much.

After the Eypharian had stated that the merchant was generally greedy, and inattentive, she felt ultimately flustered. It was rare that one would find some sort of justice for her, and this woman was still quite the interesting one. She went from upset to loving rather quickly. Claudia wondered when her next mood change would be.

Until then, she settled within the female's grasp contentedly. Her small pink tongue flicked outward from between her slightly parted jaws to lick at the left side of her maw. Her honey irises caught the light of the noon sun's rays and reflected them in flecks of different shades of gold.

Now, she was going to turn on the charm. It would be great to keep the female happy for a while, to see what her good side is like better. Maybe, she would even be pet, or receive a scratch behind one of her large, perked ears.
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Peccadillos [Claudia Fii]

Postby Serasia on May 24th, 2011, 10:44 pm

ST NoteI took some liberties with the city map. If anything is wrong, I'll change it.

While Serasia had guessed that she should hold the fox so that it did not hang in her arms, she did not think to scratch its ears or coo it with words. Her mind was more preoccupied with the goods around her, though ultimately she did not stop again. Soon enough, the shade of the city was in sight. The jeweler would have liked to do more research, but she refused to be one of those women who brought an animal to the market—they only caused trouble, after all.

The open-air lanes became dusty shop-lined streets, and across the infinitely superior Street of Emeralds rose the greener and golder city homes of the Gilded. Then, whatever haste had once filled Serasia’s steps evaporated into an affected grace. Her conforming posture and demeanor were marred only by the flailing snakes of hair that had been loosed by her fall. Eventually, she found her own pair of pillars and closed the curtain at the end of the tiny square hall. There she dropped her new pet to the floor.

“Welcome home, little jackal,” she said with tired sardonicism, as if the room was not a home or the animal was not welcome. Her attention settled on the basin. She glanced into the water to try and see if her make-up was still respectable; only then did she discover the state of her hair. With a sigh, she dipped her fingers in the bowl and carefully wetted her warm brow, then pulled her hair down and removed the many pins. Her gaze fell to the fox again, and its weirdly sentient eyes. She asked worthlessly, “Are you thirsty?”

But she had no bowl to offer it and she would not put its dirty paws on her table. It did not cross her mind that she was taunting it, yet still she spoke to it as if it knew what she was saying. She could not make a habit out of talking to beasts, or caring too much about them. She sat on the bed and glanced out the breezeless window, considering what she should do for the rest of the afternoon, now that her old plans had been sufficiently thwarted.
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Postby Nenura on May 28th, 2011, 10:35 pm

She took to a slow trot about the confinements. Her nose had been close to the ground, inhaling every scent in quick, sniffling bursts. Nostrils expanding.. then imploding just as fast...

Her hungry molten eyes devoured everything possible, as if she were in search of something again.

She must have found it, because she took a seat upon the floor after twisting her body into circles over the same spot. Her forepaws came to rest 'tween her relaxed hind legs. There was light, naturally, and a soft whimper that soon morphed into a moan.

there left in the invisible aftermath of the light was a human woman. Twenty six years old, perhaps, and nude. Her eyes were honey, and the messy ribbons that framed her heart shaped face were dirty blonde.

With her hands splayed between her thighs, and spine arched forward, she looked every bit as eager as the fox. She stared at the female with what could be called an affectionate look.

Then, cracked lips parted after being moistened by a small pink tongue. Her voice broke at first, but she righted herself, and spoke with the clear eloquence she'd forced down her own throat for well over a year, until she'd mastered it.

"Yes, Ma'am. girl i--.. girl is quite parched."
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Postby Serasia on May 31st, 2011, 4:51 am

Lost in thought, Serasia almost did not see the shine of djed light as it mingled with the thick sunlight cast through the window. Only at the brightest point in the flash did she suspect something was awry; she turned her head idly and expected to find the twinkle of the creature’s eye reflected there.

But she saw more than that. Startled, the eypharian rose to her feet and scrambled atop her bed as if she had seen a mouse. She stumbled between the folds of the sheets and her back collided with the adjacent wall, reminding her of recent pains and stirring her frustrations even more. A string of Arumenic curses concerning cows, rats, and Benshira fell from her pretty lips as she stood again. Her head was even higher than the Kelvic’s then, as if it were the only way to retain the space between their respective ranks.

Serasia found herself in one of her moods. She glared down at the ugly, skinny thing, with hair the color of sand and eyes like a pale, depthless pool of mud. It perturbed her that this new hominid had too few limbs, her posture complimenting the four-legged savagery of her canid form. She carried the obvious brands of a slave. Had she inadvertently stolen one? “You... you tricked me,” she exclaimed, “How dare you. I will not give you any water, for fooling me into bringing you into my home! Get out!” Her three right arms flung themselves out to the side of their own accord, pointing in unison at the door.

But then her expression softened faintly in a sort of storm’s eye. Her face was still flushed red and she still felt thoroughly offended, but she realized something that required some thought. If, and only if, she did not already have a master... Three hands opened in an explosion of palms and she said suddenly and tersely, “Wait.” Then her arms fell to her side and she sat again, thinking. Finally she explained, “Where did you come from, girl? Who do you belong to? Why did you let me take you?”

With a sigh, she gestured towards the basin in an attempt to keep the Kelvic in her sight, out of the street, until she could thoroughly evaluate the situation. “You may have some water, but know that if you take any, you’ll be going to fill it up again. Do you understand?”
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Postby Nenura on June 1st, 2011, 2:11 am

As the woman told her to leave, she had already began to stand. Then she said 'Wait.' and Claudia stopped immediately. Her back was still hunched and her arms positioned in front of her. It was a pose that reminded her of sneaking.

Her brow quivered slightly in irritation, but due to the shroud of her blonde hair, such movements went unnoticed. This woman was crazy. Should she make a run for it? She asked so many questions.... She took a second to get all of her answers in order as she straightened her spine and turned her figure away from the door and towards the female.

"girl does not remember where she came from. she belongs to no one right now. You carried me. It would seem rude if girl tried to escape, although, girl didn't mind the attention one bit."

She shuffled towards the basin, her palms clapping against the back of her thighs to remove the dirt that had collected on her palms. Her legs barely jiggled. Everything about her clung to the bone like a needy infant.

"Thank you, Ma'am.. girl understands."

She cupped the sides of her hands together before dipping them into the basin and filling the make-shift bowl of her flesh then slurping the water out. She tried to be neat and quiet, but still the liquid dribbled down her arms and chin. Some even pooled in the dip made by her clavicles after slipping down her neck.

Then again she withdrew more water and this time, most of it had tickled down her desiccated throat. She gulped down air then sighed contentedly before leaning over the basin and observing her own facial features that were distorted by the rippling water before comparing them to the female's.

She was filthy, and too-skinny to be attractive. Everything about her screamed slow death. She was the foil to the many armed woman in this story...
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