[center][u][b]Aeieal Collab [/b][/u][/center] The large sprawing building was filled with action. The sounds of music and chatter drifted through the corridors and rooms. Many smells regaled the senses, fogging the mind and stimulating the imagination. Most of the rooms were lined with cushions and couches, low tables that held strange drinks, and they were nearly all filled with revelers of various kinds. A light fog choked the atmosphere with sweet scents and fruity tastes as one man sat by one of the low tables, a clear foreigner to the viceful lands of Aeieal. His face was young and shaven, and his hair was brown and slicked back as a smile erupted on his face inbetween sips of a strange orange beverage. Silver skinned woman chitter and chatted into his ears as he sipped away, not knowing exactly what to say to their advances. A soft mellow song was being played somewhere out of sight as small bumps against the bottom of the table and soft giggling interupted the melody, each bump making the strangers smile stretch further across his pleased face. A few of the women hissed at him, asking him questions of his home land and why he was there. All he could manage was soft yelping statements as he looked into their eyes, "I'm... well.. ha... this is some great... whew." He lifted his glass, "great drink, great drink." There was a another bump and a hysterical laugh under the table with soft mumbles agreeing about great drinks and making slurping sounds. The man bit down on the lip of his glass and slurped his drink in unison to the sounds underneath the table, trying to growl a response to the women while shifting in his seat, "wha... wha... you?" One of the girls, the one who his eyes had been fixed on as he spoke took the incoherent question as an invitation to sit and slipped onto the cushions beside him. The cloth wrappings that passed as clothing were particularly scanty and the man could feel the warmth of silver skin brushing against his leg. Golden eyes set in a beautiful face of flawless silver stared into his as she smiled and spoke. "I'm Laevesi." The woman leaned closer to the man as her smile grew wider. "And you are?" The man's face looked as though he had to think what his name was as the giggles grew louder before answering almost in a rush, "Johnson! My name is Johnson." He secretly wiped his hand that had been under the table against the bottom of his black tunic and blinked twice at the silver woman, his voice was still slightly shuddering as he spoke through a smile "so what brings you here?" A hand emerged from below the table and stole his hand back under the table. Johnson shook his head and kept staring at Laevesi, silently reiterating his question. The woman's smile only widened as the man struggled to find his words and shuddered when he finally did reply, a charming, musical laugh slipping from her lips as the hand reached up. "There is always a party here." The girl said, stating the obvious, though something about how she said it made it sound more profound. She leaned over again, lips moving close to his ear before she spoke a second time, the musical voice sounding right beside him as her leg brushed his again. "And there are new people to meet." The man smiled and caught the womans full lips on his, but pulled back cautiously when he felt her sharp teeth on his tongue. He looked at her curiously, and of course he knew where he was and how the locals were, but it was something else to experience it in person. Soon however his mind was awash with the hypnoitc scents of the room and sweet sounds of the giggles and words that filled his ears. As if finishing his caution off for good, there was another small bump under the table, causing the man to shift slightly in his seat and forget all about worrying. Laevesi had let the man pull away, still smiling as her tongue slipped along her lips before returning to her mouth. "There is no need to worry." She said softly as the man shifted in his seat. "Just enjoy yourself." The vaelie woman leaned in again and this time it was her who caught the man's lips with her own, shifting slightly as her body pressed against his from the side. The man was mesmerized by the soft pulsing of the womans lips. His body shifted into hers, summoning a small dissapointed grumble from under the table as he held her into him, smiling at the corners of his pressed lips at the feeling of her warm wriggling body. He was forced to close his eyes at the sensation as a begruding bump pounded the table next to him and his lips were stolen by Laevesi. The vaelie woman slipped again, sliding so that she now sat on his lap, her body still pressed against his. Her slender hands ran up and down his sides as her lips continued to press firmly against his, until she pulled away for a moment. She smiled at the dazed man, for a second a flash of another emotion showing through. "You asked me why I am here." She pressed her lips to his again and then pulled away teasingly. "Now tell me why you are?" "I was just out to get a bite to eat," the man said idly, focusing on the moving lips of the woman and silky skin of her body that denied the thin cloth she was draped in, "when I saw the party." As if to reward him the woman moved atop his lap and pressed her lips to his once more, this time her tongue teasing at his for just a moment before she pulled away. "And what brought you to Aeieal?" Laevesi asked softly as she licked at her lips and took a deep breath before lacing her arms together behind her head and stretching out. Johnson would have scoffed at the quetion if his mind wasn't so busy thinking about what was going on. His background was shady at best and his reasoning for hiding out in Aeieal was sinful at best. He wrapped his arms around the woman tight, pulling her in real close, he flashed a smile, "to enjoy the view." The woman's musical laugh sounded again as the man cracked his joke. "And," She paused for a second her lips shaping a smile once more, this time one that radiated illicit appeal. "How is that view?" She moved again, her hips moving on his lap as she tossed her head, her golden hair flaring out enchantingly before settling as a curtain around her face. "Satisfactory." A soft yank pulled on his ankle from under the table and he rolled his eyes slightly, "perhaps we can talk in a more private place?" Johnson gliding his fingertips up and down the sides of the woman as he awaited her response, his eyes darting back and forth from the exit and her golden eyes. The woman did not object as the man's fingertips roamed up her sides, the silver skin hot where it was revealed by the cloth wrappings. "Do you have one in mind?" Laevesi asked, glancing briefly down at the table and giggling herself. "It's my turn now." She said in that direction and a sigh of disappointment sounded. "Your place?" ---- This building was none too grand. A single story one next to a market that seemed to have closed down for the night. There was a faint smell not unlike burning meat and another with the iron scent of blood that revealed just what kind of market Laevesi's house was located by. The first room was mostly bare, save for a set of straw pads upon the floor likely for the household thrulls who managed the place. The walls held enclaves where candles sat, their glows casting faint light across the room as the Vaelie and her 'admirer' entered. Johnson eyed the place carefully, his left eye failing to recognize most details in the faint light. His bad left eye granted him the name one eyed Johnson, and the occasional one eyed snake, as a reference to his slick ways. He turned to the silver skinned beauty and flashed a rougish smile, "don't tell me a beautiful woman like you sleeps on hay?" "No" She said with another of those musical laughs before walking past the straw pads and slipping through a curtain at the other side of the room. "Those are for the thrulls. I live back here." Her hand sliped back through the curtain and crooked in a come hither gesture. The next room would likely seem much more like what he would expect. A set of thick rugs covered the floor, an elegant table with a set of chairs stood to one side, and on the other end of the room was a large bed covered in blankets and pillows that were made from a fabric that would at first be difficult to identify. The man walked through the light curtains and quickly scanned the room. However his eyes betrayed any details to be seen and instead studied the curves of Laevesi's body with lustful intent. What cloth there was to cover her silver body was wrapped tightly exactly in the right places and loosly hung off her body in the others. The Vaelie caught his gaze and her golden eyes gleamed in the light as she moved over to the bed and a crooked her finger again at him. "This private enough for you?" Laevesi called in her musical voice as she laid herself down upon it and gestured again. Johnson silently nodded as he slowly crept onto the bed and crawled above her. A pearly smile dominated his face and a few stray hairs broke free and collapsed onto his forehead as he looked down at the Vaelie. He leaned in and softly kissed the womans red lips, tasting traces of that strange orange drink on her, or perhaps from himself when he was kissing her earlier. He dropped one hand to her side and gently rose her body against his as he dipping in, their tongues dancing with each other. The woman returned the kiss, her tongue welcoming his as her mouth stayed open wide, keeping the sharp teeth from spooking him like they had before. As he lifted up her body she squirmed, pressing against him and her hands moved as well, carressing his sides. If he was paying attention he might notice from closer up what the fabric of the blankets and pillows really was, at first it looked almost like thin leather, but in fact was far more macabre. The two entwined in each others arms as they rolled, their lips never parting, and soon the two found their way under the seemingly leather like blankets... Several pleasant hours later the silver skinned woman nudged the man beside her awake with a smile still on her face. "You never did tell me," she whispered, moving beheath the sheets. "Why you were really in Aeieal." Johnson held the woman close as they laid under the thin blankets warmy pressed up against each other, legs entwined. His smile was gone at the question and what little honesty he could muster sparkled in his right eye as he spoke smoothly, "I'm a criminal." "This was the easiest place to shake my tail, and a place I always wanted to visit. What I had done, well I'm sure you don't want or need to know that," He looked into the womans golden eyes. "I'd like to tell you I'm sorry for my crimes, but as far as being a liar goes, I'll be honest about that, and that I don't." The woman's smile only grew wider as he poured out his confession to her and the slightly different expression showed on her face once again. "So no one will miss you." Her words were soft and musical, likely not sinking it right away as she pressed her lips to his again. This time her hands move again, spines sliding out from her wrists and stabbing before injecting a potent paralytic into his blood as she kissed him. Johnson was instantly paralyzed into a shocked expression as he laid there stiff, his paralyzed lips still feeling the pulse of the womans. A spark of horror spiked his heart and mind as his heart tried to quicken it's beat but failed when compared to the power of the poison. As his body stiffened against her the woman untangled herself from his grip, ceasing the kiss and still smiling that mocking, hungry smile as she pulled free and slipped from the bed. In the dim light of the room little was visible as she slipped through another curtain and was lost from sight. It was a few minutes later that she walked back into the room carrying a lantern. In the warm yellow light her skin and hair both shone brightly and the new, intricate series of wrappings this time only of silver and gold covered most of her body. "You humans." Her voice was still beautiful and musical, but now a bit harsh as well. "Always so quick to believe, always so easy to fool." She drew closer to the bed, leaning down to gently run her fingers over the paralyzed man's face. "You came to our lands with threats and fire. With numbers beyond any we had ever seen. You imperfect spawn of the first failure, and yet you sought to conquer, to rule. But you were so easily fooled, you thought we changed to suit your wills." The woman laughed then and her voice now sounded much less beautiful, much more predatory. Her skin and hair also seemed different, a bloody tint lurking beneath the gold and silver, slowly starting to rise up. With a single hand and strength that she did not look like she should posses Laevesi rolled him and lifted him up within the blanket, carrying him from the room and through the curtain she had disappeared behind. This next room was different than either the thrull's quarters or the bedchamber he had seen so far. Here stood an alter in the center of the room, to the right of it was a great fireplace in which a blaze had been kindled, and where a suspiciously large spit stretched across. To the left of the alter were racks, upon which a myriad of different blades and other cooking utensils waited. Carved into the top of the alter were two faces, beautiful and terrible all at once, one male and one female, Vael and Vaela. The Vaelie woman placed Johnson's paralyzed form down upon the alter and she walked away, moving over to the rack on which the blades could be found. The red tint in her silver skin and hair had grown more pronounced when she returned. "As the perfect it is our duty." She began with the airs of someone reciting. "To bring the imperfect salvation." Laevesi leaned down and pressed her lips to the paralyzed man's again before she spoke. "Mother Vaela, to you we dedicate this consumation. May you allow this imperfect entry." Again she leaned downwards but this time instead of a kiss she bit, sharp teeth ripping away the man's lips before she pulled back and chewed, eventually swallowing as blood dripped down her silver skin. "Father Vael to you we dedicate this flesh. May you allow it to be purified." Johnson was drifting back and forth from absolute horror and pain to a torment caused delirium. His mind was slipping from sanity as he laid frozen in terror, poison burning through his viens. He only wished he could close his eyes. Next the woman raised her hands, both of which held long knives and spoke again. "As it was before the failure, when all was perfect, so shall it be once more." Then she lowered her hands and with gentle motions that nonetheless produced sounds of pain, she cut strips of flesh away from the man's arms, pealing away chunks of forearm. But before the man could faint or bleed out she drew a metal rod from the fire and moved it over the wounds, cauterizing them so that the blood would no longer flow. Then with obvious Relish she lifted the strips of raw flesh and with blood dripping down onto her skin and hair rapidly consumed them. The reddish tint to her skin and hair had become more pronounced, now warring with the natural silver and gold. Her eyes fixed on the tormented human's as she smiled, showing bloodstained teeth, and something about her eyes was different. It was as if something vast and ancient now lurked within them along with the woman's own mind. "Mother Vaela to you we offer the first cuts of the imperfect that you may judge its worthiness." Again the blades descended, slicing strips of flesh away, this time from the thighs instead of the arms. And again she cauterized the wounds with the scorching metal. She devoured these pieces of flesh as she had the first two and with a smile that grew ever more predatory she looked down at the pitiful human and spoke again. "Father Vael to you we offer the second cuts that you may judge its worthiness." For a moment the woman stood still after she had spoken and the red coloration spread, leaving little of the silver and gold left. "WE ACCEPT." A pair of voices spoke as one through the woman's mouth, one male and one female, but both somehow linked. As the voices faded the red vanished and Laevesi took the blades up once more. She put them on either side of the human's neck, and with a quick motion cut across it with both, putting an end to his misery. Then in the small hours of the morning she began to cook. [hider=Stuff] Will redact if necessary also ---> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dz7uYIIbfmE [/hider]