Post by Fair on Feb 11, 2017 7:24:18 GMT
Jalapeno Queen - Last Wednesday at 7:54 PM
Outside of the greasy walls, the kingdom bustled, loud and alive with the people who tried to survive in the red light district. The streets were packed full, most of the figures moving through the crowd ducking their heads in shame. Of course, everyone here was very confidential, they had to be to keep their lives. Aristocrats didn't enjoy their private goings on to be broadcast to everyone in the kingdom. Even though they made up almost the entirety of the customers. It wasn't exactly a secret. They thought it was though, a sad and desperate attempt to hold onto the control they perceived they had. Truly terrible. Pale purple eyes studied the day's intake of men and women, all of them with slutty and seductive smiles pulling at their lips. Prostitutes sat with them, discussing the costs, trying to hold their disgust at bay. Very few working men and women really wanted to be here, selling their bodies for money. But, it was the only way, at least to them. Kage could tell how uncomfortable the prostitutes were, especially the girls, as sleazy men ran dirty hands up porcelain thighs. Eyes hot with disdainful lust ran over curvy bodies wet with anxious sweat, mentally tearing away the thin clothes that offered the only protection. The working boys were no better off, some of them being dragged away by much older women, and sometimes even other men. It wasn't uncommon to see a wealthy man sneak inside, gazes locked on boys with painted faces, which did a good job of hiding the fear lurking beneath. Understandably so, for there were far too many stories of disappearing acts after a particularly sensitive customer spent the night. Kage's blood boiled at the thought, electricity sparking off of the sword hilt in his hands. It was a rare show of emotion, one that the quiet warrior was quick to stifle. Leather creaked as a large hand tightened, gripping the weapon with unnecessary force.
❤1
Jalapeno Queen - Last Wednesday at 8:12 PM
He wasn't able to protect all of them, as hard as he tried, and it stung. He had grown fond of the people in this brothel, keeping them safe had become more than a job to him. Young girls would often run to him and hide behind his large frame if a customer got out of hand, and Kage took great joy in scaring the wrongdoers so much they pissed themselves. Not that he would admit it. Of course this was the most profitable brothel in the kingdom, they were able to afford the best. The women here were beautiful, they had to be to hold onto their jobs. Labeled as whores, home wreckers, and sluts, they had nowhere else to go. If they were kicked out, the streets of the slums awaited them. And not many survived once there.
❤1
Clearing his mind, Kage focused on why he was there, trying to ignore the moans and cries that permeated the air. He had become used to the sounds. At the moment, a fat man drenched in sweat was snuggling up close to a young prostitute, his dirt encrusted fingers running through her hair. Stains were obvious on his white cotton shirt, either from mead or vomit, perhaps both. A large bag of coins sat on the table in front of them, proof of payment before he got what he wanted. Long black hair laid flat against the sides of his skull, leaving a shining scalp to be seen from above. The strands were greasy, unwashed and unkempt, and braided in skewed knots at the ends. Some held bird feathers tucked haphazardly into the ties, bits and pieces of unknown items marring the soft veins. His face was relatively smooth, with a pitted scar here and there, the pink tissue puckering where his skin pulled over bone. Currently his thin lips were drawn back in a lewd smile, showing off yellowed teeth and slightly blackened gums. With one swift movement, the disgusting customer had his pants undone, and had begun trying to shove the poor girl's head down to where his arousal rested. Muffled cries came from the woman, her arms and hands flailing, pushing at his flabby appendages, desperately trying to rid herself of what Kage guessed was an awful sight and smell. And that was his cue. It took mere seconds for the seasoned warrior to make his way over to them, hand resting on the blade strapped to his side. "Let her go, sexually lewd behavior will not be tolerated outside of the rooms. All business is to be conducted in private." Kage kept his voice emotionless, but the deep timbre reverberated through the lobby, soft and even.
❤1
There was an obvious lethality to his words, a warning that even a drunken man would be able to understand. He hadn't yet drawn his weapon, and he wouldn't need to lest this get out of hand. It wasn't the words that forced the man to release her however, it was the surprise at Kage's silent arrival. Apparently the bastard had been too preoccupied to notice the 6.4" figure looming dangerously beside him. A broken laugh left cracking lips, dark eyes meeting Kage's cold gaze.
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"Nonsense, she and I were just getting to know each other! Besides, I've already paid for the slut, I'll do what I like to her." A voice as slick as oil replied, a challenge in its tone. A perfectly arched eyebrow twitched, the only sign that Kage was getting quite tired of the man's presence. "Sir, there are rules that you must follow. Either take it to the rooms, or leave." Another simple warning. And for the girl's sake Kage hoped the man disobeyed. The now silent lobby was filled with a loud grumble, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Dragging the lady by the arm, the customer stomped down the long hallway, not even daring to look back at the tall frame that had threatened him. Annoyance and disgust flowed through Kage's blood, but this was the way of the red light district. He had heeded the guard's warning, so there was nothing to be done. Making his way back to his secluded seat, Kage let the tension out of his shoulders, trying to put what had just happened at the back of his mind.
❤1
Stress Eliminator™ - Last Wednesday at 8:56 PM
((This post might be short, we will see how giving my brain is today))
Stress Eliminator™ - Last Wednesday at 10:04 PM
The rancid stench of the Red Light district was no unfamiliar odor to the figure that now prowled along its mucky streets. She hung close to the walls, not only because they cut off one dimension of injury, but also for the purpose of keeping out from underfoot of the frequently drunken and lust crazed people who roamed along the streets in their daze. Fair had traversed the maze of roads through two lifetimes and with two separate goals in mind each time; she knew it well and yet never failed to find a new make shift passageway each time she ventured here. It was a constantly evolving organism, one that fed on mediocre sin, false passion and, of course, money, like anything else in this sick city. Though the landscape might shift and sway with the transactions of brothel owners and patrons, one thing always remained-filth.
Being in her canine form made it a thousand times worse. Her nose picked up every scent, even those the humans could not; her supernatural advantage let her in on another scent that even other fae could never hope to perceive. It was the scent of sin, and it was an indescribable fetor. If she had to describe it, she might say it was sharp enough to demand her attention, but heavy enough to weigh down her lungs until they screamed at her to stop inhaling. Then there was the mud and the...other bits that were present on the streets. Shoes would have been beneficial to her, but instead she had only roughened paw pads and a thin layer of ivory fur to serve as her shield. As her weight was pressed each time onto her toes, there was a sickening noise as the road welled up into the crevasses between them, and settled on flecking and staining the lengths of her legs and underbelly with the same earthen pigment.
❤1
This scenario was comforting in its own way. She had lived like this before…him. The difference being that instead of hunting witches and sinners alike, she had hunt for scraps and anywhere that hadn’t been tainted with piss or vomit or rain where she might sleep for the night. She recalled the simplicity of it. Even now, having been provided with luxury that was even beyond the kind that the regular human here might ever know, she did not hate her old life. Of course it had all changed now. She had a different mind, a wise mind. She had a new body, and a new intention. She rolled her head as if thoughts were water that might slip from her brain and out her ears if she could only find the proper angle. Instead she only succeeded in upsetting the scar which still encircled her neck, marking clearly where He had struck the determining blow.
The tips of her canines became visible as her lips tightened. Vile place. Just then she stopped, the scent filtering through her olfactory senses increasing with sudden intensity. Someone was being naughty. With a sharp and single toss of her head, accompanied with a determined exhale from her nostrils, she flushed the scent away. Disgusting. However, Fair could not deny her curiosity, and whether by will or instinct, her course was then bound for the wealthiest brothel around, and whatever fun event was occurring before it. Her already slow pace became a painfully slow and rolling gait as the scene came into view. Once her flaming bronze eyes caught sight of the event she had meant to find, she stopped entirely.
❤1
If one wasn’t careful, she could be mistaken for some statue, left to avoid the sun at the turn of an ally. However, her mahogany ears gave her away, as would the shallow movement which revealed that she drew breath. Having found her entertainment for the day, she shook her body, meaning only to rid herself of the dusk and adjust the thick, studded collar which had bore into her withers as she waited. How strange…it seemed that the enforcer felt that sex was not to be had…at the brothel? Fair stifled a humor driven noise, these humans and their privacy, it was strange. They all look the same anyways.
In a rare gesture, Fair took on her lesser liked human form; it took only a moment to shift and then she stood, small framed, short, and young. She possessed oriental features, and unlike her canine form, her hair in this form was entirely overridden by ashen red. Whatever the magic behind her clothing’s presence, she clearly hadn’t mastered it, since she still could only find herself in a nightgown like garment, simple and white. Her collar remained, which, she realized only once after it had been pointed out to her, was rather strange to most normal people, especially given the three layers of spikes which protruded from it. Bare footed, she took a few cautious steps towards the enforcer, only after the drunken man was far enough within the brothel that he might pose little threat to her.
There was no denying Fair’s canine resemblance as she cocked her head and peered up and the looming man with a genuine curiosity. She said nothing. It was a little too easy to forget that these humans used words to communicate, not just body language. Silly really, they truly were not very intuitive. For perhaps too long she stood there, staring, soon taking on an expression of confusion, beyond her already puzzled look, as no words were exchanged.
((I lied.))
February 10, 2017
Daddy - Today at 3:06 PM
Cries of pleasure and the occasional frightened yell of an unwilling prostitute reverberated through the hall that housed the brothel's private rooms, dimly-lit lanterns lining each wall and illuminating the bodies of young and old, man and woman alike, tangled together among crimson sheets and empty glasses. One room in particular bore a scene unsurprisingly common for a place as unsightly as the Red Light district. Three naked bodies intermingled in the center of the mattress-padded space, moans enacting from each of the participants, growing higher and more insistent as their time together came to a close. Among them, of course, was Jaeha, Hebi as his visitors knew him, a prostitute in high demand by both men and women alike, and one that would, at times like this, even be asked to join couples looking to add a little more excitement to their lives. He was one of the few male workers there, and among the fewer still that actually enjoyed this sinful job of his. Well, most of the time. Other times, he did not find his job nearly fulfilling or entertaining enough, and sadly, today fell into the latter category.
❤1
Contrary to what one might suspect, however, Jaeha's lack of enjoyment was not at all related to his partners. In fact, he was rather enjoying their company. Usually the couples that came to him for... assistance in their sex lives were past the age of 40, at least, but today was far less disappointing in that regard, for the pair that had visited him seemed barely beyond their mid-20s. No, it was not their fault; rather, it was the fault of whomever it was that was making a fuss outside. The sobs of a frightened prostitute and a frustrated (in more ways than one) customer were making it very hard for him to concentrate on the task at hand, and even as his two visitors finished, he was left unsatisfied and a very, very irritated demon.
❤1
As he stood up, receiving confused looks beyond the glazed over eyes of his partners, Jaeha gave a polite apology and offered to continue with them another day. Right now, he had something he very much needed to take care of. He dressed himself―though what he was wearing couldn't very well be called "clothes", for it was a so-called uniform made to show off the bodies the brothel offered, rather than cover much up―and slid open the door that served as the only barrier between their little haven of ecstasy and the outside world, heading straight toward the main entrance where he assumed all the commotion had come from. On the way, he passed a hideously ugly man, with a rancid stench and a face that couldn't be labeled anything less than terrifying, dragging along a poor girl who was obviously upset about having been requested by such a vile being. Jaeha did nothing to stop it, for he would certainly lose his job if he tried, but his heart did go out to her. Luckily for him he'd never been in a situation like hers.
❤1
Upon arriving at the main entrance, Jaeha was by no means surprised to find his "partner" standing there, looking just about ready to draw his sword and presumably kill the man he'd just walked by. He was, however, shocked to see a girl he'd never met before with an obvious, dumbfounded expression plastered on her face. Though her minimalistic gown screamed "SLUMS", she didn't seem to have a speck of dirt anywhere on her body, save for her feet, which were strangely bare despite the mud and muck and other unmentionable substances that covered the district's streets. She was dog-like in demeanor, gazing up at Kage with wide-eyed curiosity and a hint of confusion as though she was wordlessly questioning just what the hell he was doing. That alone made it very clear that she was not, if at all, entirely human.
❤1
After a few minutes spent observing and analyzing the situation before him, Jaeha stepped across the room with measured grace, stopping just a foot away from Kage and giving him your stereotypical "Mom Look". This expression of his was only a facade, of course. He was far from being the parental figure in their strange little relationship. "You know..." he began slowly, the makings of a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Even when you have a sword, it doesn't mean you have to go sticking it in the face of every passerby. You seriously need to learn some self control."
❤1
Jalapeno Queen - Today at 10:04 PM
The sound of soft footsteps caused Kage to look down, meeting the gaze of what seemed to be a little girl. Her expression however, was almost devoid of normal emotion, except for maybe a tinge of curiosity. It was quite a disturbing sight at first, to see a small child amidst the heavy musk of sex and the barely clad bodies of the prostitutes, but with a second glance Kage could see that she wasn't human. Or at least wasn't anymore. That led him to believe that she could care less what was going on around her, but it still begged the question, what was she doing here? A simple white gown adorned her body, ridiculously clean and surprisingly bright. She wore no shoes, and her feet were covered in the muck that was a constant nuisance around the Red Light district. Ashen red hair flowed around her pale face, and oddly canine eyes studied him closely. Cocking an eyebrow, the large man shifted his weight, for once taking his hand off of his sword so that he could cross his arms.
"Can I help you?" It was a simple question. One that he hoped she could answer. Of course, she looked far from incompetent. Something grated at his heart though, even if she was inhuman, witnessing someone that was so small being all alone bothered him. Many a person had pushed him to have children, find a wife and settle down, but the idea scared him. The thought of losing that, if something should happen, was a great fear of his. Letting out a slightly exhausted sigh, Kage rid himself of the anxiety slowly creeping through his chest. Now was not the time. Vaguely, he wondered where she had come from, even though it wasn't exactly his place to know. Perhaps, she didn't have anyone? But looking at her again, it was blatantly obvious that she was well taken care of. Even if there was no one to help her, she seemed to be doing fine by herself.
A familiar voice soon broke him out of his deep thoughts. Taking his gaze away from the girl, Kage found himself being glared at by his "partner", Hebi. Frowning at the other man's words, Kage turned his full attention to the conversation. At this point, seeing Jaeha in such clothing barely bothered him, but he still made it a point to maintain eye contact.
"He was breaking the rules. I was doing my job. Like you should be, don't you have clients?" The statement was full of personality, which most people didn't receive, if they could get Kage to talk to them. Emotion was something the stoic warrior tried to hide, especially on the job, but it was pointless with Jaeha. The two had been together for a long time, and each could see right through the others' facades. He made it a point to gesture towards the open door, where Jaeha's clients were watching the scene unfold. At least they looked satisfied.
"Let me guess. The commotion interrupted you, and now you're annoyed at me because you weren't satisfied." A ruthless smirk pulled at Kage's lips, and his eyes flashed with some unknown emotion. It was clear that Hebi hadn't gotten his fill, and for some reason it amused him.
Outside of the greasy walls, the kingdom bustled, loud and alive with the people who tried to survive in the red light district. The streets were packed full, most of the figures moving through the crowd ducking their heads in shame. Of course, everyone here was very confidential, they had to be to keep their lives. Aristocrats didn't enjoy their private goings on to be broadcast to everyone in the kingdom. Even though they made up almost the entirety of the customers. It wasn't exactly a secret. They thought it was though, a sad and desperate attempt to hold onto the control they perceived they had. Truly terrible. Pale purple eyes studied the day's intake of men and women, all of them with slutty and seductive smiles pulling at their lips. Prostitutes sat with them, discussing the costs, trying to hold their disgust at bay. Very few working men and women really wanted to be here, selling their bodies for money. But, it was the only way, at least to them. Kage could tell how uncomfortable the prostitutes were, especially the girls, as sleazy men ran dirty hands up porcelain thighs. Eyes hot with disdainful lust ran over curvy bodies wet with anxious sweat, mentally tearing away the thin clothes that offered the only protection. The working boys were no better off, some of them being dragged away by much older women, and sometimes even other men. It wasn't uncommon to see a wealthy man sneak inside, gazes locked on boys with painted faces, which did a good job of hiding the fear lurking beneath. Understandably so, for there were far too many stories of disappearing acts after a particularly sensitive customer spent the night. Kage's blood boiled at the thought, electricity sparking off of the sword hilt in his hands. It was a rare show of emotion, one that the quiet warrior was quick to stifle. Leather creaked as a large hand tightened, gripping the weapon with unnecessary force.
❤1
Jalapeno Queen - Last Wednesday at 8:12 PM
He wasn't able to protect all of them, as hard as he tried, and it stung. He had grown fond of the people in this brothel, keeping them safe had become more than a job to him. Young girls would often run to him and hide behind his large frame if a customer got out of hand, and Kage took great joy in scaring the wrongdoers so much they pissed themselves. Not that he would admit it. Of course this was the most profitable brothel in the kingdom, they were able to afford the best. The women here were beautiful, they had to be to hold onto their jobs. Labeled as whores, home wreckers, and sluts, they had nowhere else to go. If they were kicked out, the streets of the slums awaited them. And not many survived once there.
❤1
Clearing his mind, Kage focused on why he was there, trying to ignore the moans and cries that permeated the air. He had become used to the sounds. At the moment, a fat man drenched in sweat was snuggling up close to a young prostitute, his dirt encrusted fingers running through her hair. Stains were obvious on his white cotton shirt, either from mead or vomit, perhaps both. A large bag of coins sat on the table in front of them, proof of payment before he got what he wanted. Long black hair laid flat against the sides of his skull, leaving a shining scalp to be seen from above. The strands were greasy, unwashed and unkempt, and braided in skewed knots at the ends. Some held bird feathers tucked haphazardly into the ties, bits and pieces of unknown items marring the soft veins. His face was relatively smooth, with a pitted scar here and there, the pink tissue puckering where his skin pulled over bone. Currently his thin lips were drawn back in a lewd smile, showing off yellowed teeth and slightly blackened gums. With one swift movement, the disgusting customer had his pants undone, and had begun trying to shove the poor girl's head down to where his arousal rested. Muffled cries came from the woman, her arms and hands flailing, pushing at his flabby appendages, desperately trying to rid herself of what Kage guessed was an awful sight and smell. And that was his cue. It took mere seconds for the seasoned warrior to make his way over to them, hand resting on the blade strapped to his side. "Let her go, sexually lewd behavior will not be tolerated outside of the rooms. All business is to be conducted in private." Kage kept his voice emotionless, but the deep timbre reverberated through the lobby, soft and even.
❤1
There was an obvious lethality to his words, a warning that even a drunken man would be able to understand. He hadn't yet drawn his weapon, and he wouldn't need to lest this get out of hand. It wasn't the words that forced the man to release her however, it was the surprise at Kage's silent arrival. Apparently the bastard had been too preoccupied to notice the 6.4" figure looming dangerously beside him. A broken laugh left cracking lips, dark eyes meeting Kage's cold gaze.
❤1
"Nonsense, she and I were just getting to know each other! Besides, I've already paid for the slut, I'll do what I like to her." A voice as slick as oil replied, a challenge in its tone. A perfectly arched eyebrow twitched, the only sign that Kage was getting quite tired of the man's presence. "Sir, there are rules that you must follow. Either take it to the rooms, or leave." Another simple warning. And for the girl's sake Kage hoped the man disobeyed. The now silent lobby was filled with a loud grumble, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Dragging the lady by the arm, the customer stomped down the long hallway, not even daring to look back at the tall frame that had threatened him. Annoyance and disgust flowed through Kage's blood, but this was the way of the red light district. He had heeded the guard's warning, so there was nothing to be done. Making his way back to his secluded seat, Kage let the tension out of his shoulders, trying to put what had just happened at the back of his mind.
❤1
Stress Eliminator™ - Last Wednesday at 8:56 PM
((This post might be short, we will see how giving my brain is today))
Stress Eliminator™ - Last Wednesday at 10:04 PM
The rancid stench of the Red Light district was no unfamiliar odor to the figure that now prowled along its mucky streets. She hung close to the walls, not only because they cut off one dimension of injury, but also for the purpose of keeping out from underfoot of the frequently drunken and lust crazed people who roamed along the streets in their daze. Fair had traversed the maze of roads through two lifetimes and with two separate goals in mind each time; she knew it well and yet never failed to find a new make shift passageway each time she ventured here. It was a constantly evolving organism, one that fed on mediocre sin, false passion and, of course, money, like anything else in this sick city. Though the landscape might shift and sway with the transactions of brothel owners and patrons, one thing always remained-filth.
Being in her canine form made it a thousand times worse. Her nose picked up every scent, even those the humans could not; her supernatural advantage let her in on another scent that even other fae could never hope to perceive. It was the scent of sin, and it was an indescribable fetor. If she had to describe it, she might say it was sharp enough to demand her attention, but heavy enough to weigh down her lungs until they screamed at her to stop inhaling. Then there was the mud and the...other bits that were present on the streets. Shoes would have been beneficial to her, but instead she had only roughened paw pads and a thin layer of ivory fur to serve as her shield. As her weight was pressed each time onto her toes, there was a sickening noise as the road welled up into the crevasses between them, and settled on flecking and staining the lengths of her legs and underbelly with the same earthen pigment.
❤1
This scenario was comforting in its own way. She had lived like this before…him. The difference being that instead of hunting witches and sinners alike, she had hunt for scraps and anywhere that hadn’t been tainted with piss or vomit or rain where she might sleep for the night. She recalled the simplicity of it. Even now, having been provided with luxury that was even beyond the kind that the regular human here might ever know, she did not hate her old life. Of course it had all changed now. She had a different mind, a wise mind. She had a new body, and a new intention. She rolled her head as if thoughts were water that might slip from her brain and out her ears if she could only find the proper angle. Instead she only succeeded in upsetting the scar which still encircled her neck, marking clearly where He had struck the determining blow.
The tips of her canines became visible as her lips tightened. Vile place. Just then she stopped, the scent filtering through her olfactory senses increasing with sudden intensity. Someone was being naughty. With a sharp and single toss of her head, accompanied with a determined exhale from her nostrils, she flushed the scent away. Disgusting. However, Fair could not deny her curiosity, and whether by will or instinct, her course was then bound for the wealthiest brothel around, and whatever fun event was occurring before it. Her already slow pace became a painfully slow and rolling gait as the scene came into view. Once her flaming bronze eyes caught sight of the event she had meant to find, she stopped entirely.
❤1
If one wasn’t careful, she could be mistaken for some statue, left to avoid the sun at the turn of an ally. However, her mahogany ears gave her away, as would the shallow movement which revealed that she drew breath. Having found her entertainment for the day, she shook her body, meaning only to rid herself of the dusk and adjust the thick, studded collar which had bore into her withers as she waited. How strange…it seemed that the enforcer felt that sex was not to be had…at the brothel? Fair stifled a humor driven noise, these humans and their privacy, it was strange. They all look the same anyways.
In a rare gesture, Fair took on her lesser liked human form; it took only a moment to shift and then she stood, small framed, short, and young. She possessed oriental features, and unlike her canine form, her hair in this form was entirely overridden by ashen red. Whatever the magic behind her clothing’s presence, she clearly hadn’t mastered it, since she still could only find herself in a nightgown like garment, simple and white. Her collar remained, which, she realized only once after it had been pointed out to her, was rather strange to most normal people, especially given the three layers of spikes which protruded from it. Bare footed, she took a few cautious steps towards the enforcer, only after the drunken man was far enough within the brothel that he might pose little threat to her.
There was no denying Fair’s canine resemblance as she cocked her head and peered up and the looming man with a genuine curiosity. She said nothing. It was a little too easy to forget that these humans used words to communicate, not just body language. Silly really, they truly were not very intuitive. For perhaps too long she stood there, staring, soon taking on an expression of confusion, beyond her already puzzled look, as no words were exchanged.
((I lied.))
February 10, 2017
Daddy - Today at 3:06 PM
Cries of pleasure and the occasional frightened yell of an unwilling prostitute reverberated through the hall that housed the brothel's private rooms, dimly-lit lanterns lining each wall and illuminating the bodies of young and old, man and woman alike, tangled together among crimson sheets and empty glasses. One room in particular bore a scene unsurprisingly common for a place as unsightly as the Red Light district. Three naked bodies intermingled in the center of the mattress-padded space, moans enacting from each of the participants, growing higher and more insistent as their time together came to a close. Among them, of course, was Jaeha, Hebi as his visitors knew him, a prostitute in high demand by both men and women alike, and one that would, at times like this, even be asked to join couples looking to add a little more excitement to their lives. He was one of the few male workers there, and among the fewer still that actually enjoyed this sinful job of his. Well, most of the time. Other times, he did not find his job nearly fulfilling or entertaining enough, and sadly, today fell into the latter category.
❤1
Contrary to what one might suspect, however, Jaeha's lack of enjoyment was not at all related to his partners. In fact, he was rather enjoying their company. Usually the couples that came to him for... assistance in their sex lives were past the age of 40, at least, but today was far less disappointing in that regard, for the pair that had visited him seemed barely beyond their mid-20s. No, it was not their fault; rather, it was the fault of whomever it was that was making a fuss outside. The sobs of a frightened prostitute and a frustrated (in more ways than one) customer were making it very hard for him to concentrate on the task at hand, and even as his two visitors finished, he was left unsatisfied and a very, very irritated demon.
❤1
As he stood up, receiving confused looks beyond the glazed over eyes of his partners, Jaeha gave a polite apology and offered to continue with them another day. Right now, he had something he very much needed to take care of. He dressed himself―though what he was wearing couldn't very well be called "clothes", for it was a so-called uniform made to show off the bodies the brothel offered, rather than cover much up―and slid open the door that served as the only barrier between their little haven of ecstasy and the outside world, heading straight toward the main entrance where he assumed all the commotion had come from. On the way, he passed a hideously ugly man, with a rancid stench and a face that couldn't be labeled anything less than terrifying, dragging along a poor girl who was obviously upset about having been requested by such a vile being. Jaeha did nothing to stop it, for he would certainly lose his job if he tried, but his heart did go out to her. Luckily for him he'd never been in a situation like hers.
❤1
Upon arriving at the main entrance, Jaeha was by no means surprised to find his "partner" standing there, looking just about ready to draw his sword and presumably kill the man he'd just walked by. He was, however, shocked to see a girl he'd never met before with an obvious, dumbfounded expression plastered on her face. Though her minimalistic gown screamed "SLUMS", she didn't seem to have a speck of dirt anywhere on her body, save for her feet, which were strangely bare despite the mud and muck and other unmentionable substances that covered the district's streets. She was dog-like in demeanor, gazing up at Kage with wide-eyed curiosity and a hint of confusion as though she was wordlessly questioning just what the hell he was doing. That alone made it very clear that she was not, if at all, entirely human.
❤1
After a few minutes spent observing and analyzing the situation before him, Jaeha stepped across the room with measured grace, stopping just a foot away from Kage and giving him your stereotypical "Mom Look". This expression of his was only a facade, of course. He was far from being the parental figure in their strange little relationship. "You know..." he began slowly, the makings of a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Even when you have a sword, it doesn't mean you have to go sticking it in the face of every passerby. You seriously need to learn some self control."
❤1
Jalapeno Queen - Today at 10:04 PM
The sound of soft footsteps caused Kage to look down, meeting the gaze of what seemed to be a little girl. Her expression however, was almost devoid of normal emotion, except for maybe a tinge of curiosity. It was quite a disturbing sight at first, to see a small child amidst the heavy musk of sex and the barely clad bodies of the prostitutes, but with a second glance Kage could see that she wasn't human. Or at least wasn't anymore. That led him to believe that she could care less what was going on around her, but it still begged the question, what was she doing here? A simple white gown adorned her body, ridiculously clean and surprisingly bright. She wore no shoes, and her feet were covered in the muck that was a constant nuisance around the Red Light district. Ashen red hair flowed around her pale face, and oddly canine eyes studied him closely. Cocking an eyebrow, the large man shifted his weight, for once taking his hand off of his sword so that he could cross his arms.
"Can I help you?" It was a simple question. One that he hoped she could answer. Of course, she looked far from incompetent. Something grated at his heart though, even if she was inhuman, witnessing someone that was so small being all alone bothered him. Many a person had pushed him to have children, find a wife and settle down, but the idea scared him. The thought of losing that, if something should happen, was a great fear of his. Letting out a slightly exhausted sigh, Kage rid himself of the anxiety slowly creeping through his chest. Now was not the time. Vaguely, he wondered where she had come from, even though it wasn't exactly his place to know. Perhaps, she didn't have anyone? But looking at her again, it was blatantly obvious that she was well taken care of. Even if there was no one to help her, she seemed to be doing fine by herself.
A familiar voice soon broke him out of his deep thoughts. Taking his gaze away from the girl, Kage found himself being glared at by his "partner", Hebi. Frowning at the other man's words, Kage turned his full attention to the conversation. At this point, seeing Jaeha in such clothing barely bothered him, but he still made it a point to maintain eye contact.
"He was breaking the rules. I was doing my job. Like you should be, don't you have clients?" The statement was full of personality, which most people didn't receive, if they could get Kage to talk to them. Emotion was something the stoic warrior tried to hide, especially on the job, but it was pointless with Jaeha. The two had been together for a long time, and each could see right through the others' facades. He made it a point to gesture towards the open door, where Jaeha's clients were watching the scene unfold. At least they looked satisfied.
"Let me guess. The commotion interrupted you, and now you're annoyed at me because you weren't satisfied." A ruthless smirk pulled at Kage's lips, and his eyes flashed with some unknown emotion. It was clear that Hebi hadn't gotten his fill, and for some reason it amused him.
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Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Footsteps. Someone was coming from inside the brothel, but Fair could tell from the pattern of the steps that whoever it was knew exactly where they were headed, and they were headed straight for where she stood. She could run, but then she would have failed in her charge to be here. The sharp scent of the stranger hit her with a force. Oh. No, she would not be leaving now. This stranger was of a...particular caliber that made them exactly who she needed to come across.
It was only then that she realized the man before her had spoken. She blinked a couple times, trying to recall what was said followed quickly by her attempting to form some reasonable response. When she spoke, it was a wistful voice, yet still befitting her apparent age, "I doubt you could ever help me." A pause. Then, "I was only curious...a-uh-well, it's not important. Your kind is just- curious---" Suddenly then a voice cut through her own, which was not extraordinarily difficult given the somberness of it.
That scent was his. Sinner. Her bronze eyes now took to exploring the stranger, who, really didn't make it particularly hard considering how little of himself was covered. Besides the smell of his profession, Fair could tell these two knew each other, though it was hidden beneath so many other smells, theirs lingered together.
Fair rolled her head and glanced over at the shady streets around her. She didn't belong her now, though, did she ever? She fingered the collar at her neck. If she was here to spy for the Order, standing right in front of one of her more promising targets was probably not the way to go. Oh well, it was too late now, wasn't it? Suppose now she would just have to endure.
Her thoughts go the best of her, and her mouth moved without any conscious effort. That was something she never had grasped out her human form. Why did thoughts become reality so easily? Her thought was simple enough, and the manifested words were likewise, "Demon." It was barely a whisper really, and her tone held no grudge or interest or even fear. It was as if she had said, "Tree" or "Rock" or "Person."
―avenoir―
(n). the desire that memory could flow backwards
(n). the desire that memory could flow backwards
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Footsteps. Someone was coming from inside the brothel, but Fair could tell from the pattern of the steps that whoever it was knew exactly where they were headed, and they were headed straight for where she stood. She could run, but then she would have failed in her charge to be here. The sharp scent of the stranger hit her with a force. Oh. No, she would not be leaving now. This stranger was of a...particular caliber that made them exactly who she needed to come across.
It was only then that she realized the man before her had spoken. She blinked a couple times, trying to recall what was said followed quickly by her attempting to form some reasonable response. When she spoke, it was a wistful voice, yet still befitting her apparent age, "I doubt you could ever help me." A pause. Then, "I was only curious...a-uh-well, it's not important. Your kind is just- curious---" Suddenly then a voice cut through her own, which was not extraordinarily difficult given the somberness of it.
That scent was his. Sinner. Her bronze eyes now took to exploring the stranger, who, really didn't make it particularly hard considering how little of himself was covered. Besides the smell of his profession, Fair could tell these two knew each other, though it was hidden beneath so many other smells, theirs lingered together.
Fair rolled her head and glanced over at the shady streets around her. She didn't belong her now, though, did she ever? She fingered the collar at her neck. If she was here to spy for the Order, standing right in front of one of her more promising targets was probably not the way to go. Oh well, it was too late now, wasn't it? Suppose now she would just have to endure.
Her thoughts go the best of her, and her mouth moved without any conscious effort. That was something she never had grasped out her human form. Why did thoughts become reality so easily? Her thought was simple enough, and the manifested words were likewise, "Demon." It was barely a whisper really, and her tone held no grudge or interest or even fear. It was as if she had said, "Tree" or "Rock" or "Person."
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