Beloved Marishka: Thunder rolled in the distance as Xyllan walked down the scorched path. It had felt like days sense he had tasted the cool life giving gift of water, and longer still since that last meal. Lighting flashed and he could make the faint outline of what appeared to be a castle, beautiful but foreboding. Briefly wondered were he was, or for that matter who he was, that old Mystic he had seen only told him the road and his name nothing more. Making way, finally reaching the castles gates and collapsed as exhaustion claimed his body. The Golden Geisha, as she was known stepped through the Keep doors and gazed at the form leaning on the gates. The Mistress would be arriving soon. Feeling her presence coming closer. And here was fresh blood for her Queen. Smiling softly walking towards the gate and opened the side he was not leaning on.
Beloved Marishka's garb was simple, her Lady wanted nothing in her way when she gazed on those beautiful to her sight or in the way when she fed. Strapless and wrapped almost like a second skin of golden silk around her breasts and the expanse between ribs and hips was bare where an ankle length spans of silk wrapped loosely around her then fell in panels no wider then 3 or 4 inches each. So each step, movement, bend showed flesh clear up to hips. It also showed there was nothing beneath the alluring panels. Kneeling down, touching the man's shoulders and whispered to his mind and ears. "Sir... are you all right?" If he bothered to look up, her eyes were the color of moon spun emeralds, seeming to shine even when the moon snuck behind the clouds. And her lips were plump as if hard kissed recently, though there was a permanence to their ripeness that may lead him to believe they were luscious all the time.
Xyllan did not look up his mind was being consumed by the thirst he had been feeling build in the last few weeks. Rising to his feet slowly staggering with the effort "I ...am..." his eyes were filled with hunger and hate.
Beloved Marishka's garb was simple, her Lady wanted nothing in her way when she gazed on those beautiful to her sight or in the way when she fed. Strapless and wrapped almost like a second skin of golden silk around her breasts and the expanse between ribs and hips was bare where an ankle length spans of silk wrapped loosely around her then fell in panels no wider then 3 or 4 inches each. So each step, movement, bend showed flesh clear up to hips. It also showed there was nothing beneath the alluring panels. Kneeling down, touching the man's shoulders and whispered to his mind and ears. "Sir... are you all right?" If he bothered to look up, her eyes were the color of moon spun emeralds, seeming to shine even when the moon snuck behind the clouds. And her lips were plump as if hard kissed recently, though there was a permanence to their ripeness that may lead him to believe they were luscious all the time.
Xyllan did not look up his mind was being consumed by the thirst he had been feeling build in the last few weeks. Rising to his feet slowly staggering with the effort "I ...am..." his eyes were filled with hunger and hate.
