[center][h2][b][color=00FFFF]Ki'ivara - Goddess of Lust[/color][/b][/h2]
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Pestering words began to ring out inside her mind. She groaned at the distraction and she pushed herself up to her knees on the bed and moved out from under the blanket; wiping her lips dry of [i]Autumn's[/i] dew. Focusing now more onto the annoying voice echoing in her head she was finally able to make out what it was saying.

[b][color=9e0b0f]"...to the throne room for the Kings funeral. All must attend."[/color][/b] the message ended. She didn't get all of it but just the important parts. She groaned to herself as she crawled out of bed fully, her body naturally growing back from its mortal size and into its Godly size. [b][color=00FFFF]"Go on now Autumn. Our fun is over for now."[/color][/b] Ki'ivara instructed to the naked woman sprawled across the bed Ki had just left.

The petite girl whined in disappointment before rolling out of bed and leaving the room. With a glimmer of light appearing around her body her normal, minimal attire suddenly formed around her body; the long white and blue accented back of her dress cascading down. Her body swayed beautifully across the room with each step towards the large mirror. She looked herself over, fixing her sex hair into its elegant drape down her shoulders.

This was something she hoped to avoid. She didn't want to address the death of her father. Ki'ivara was a creature of pleasure. She had no interest in solemn gatherings. She almost considered bringing some of her [i]priestess'[/i] to liven the whole thing up. Though that would be near impossible with the Guardian around. What a blasted buzz kill he was.

Satisfied her appearance was proper she took a deep breath, letting her entire body relax. From her feet up they began to dematerialize into a mix of blue and white energy.

Through the ground next to Oksana's throne the very same blue and white energy swirled up and with a bursting flash Ki'ivara materialized; sitting on the arm of her throne, facing Oksana. With a devious grin across her pale pink lips she leaned down towards her before she could react. Leaning in to the point her lips were inches from her ear. 

[i][color=00FFFF]"Hello, My pet."[/color][/i] She breathed in a sensually whisper, ending her words with a light bite to her ear lobe. Before Oksana could retaliate Ki was already gone. Having spun off the arm and walking away gracefully swaying with each step; taking a look back at Oksana and giving a devilish grin.

Finally giving a look to the rest of the room she took particular note of everyone in attendance. Not everyone was here, giving herself some relief not to be the last to arrive. Without wasting anymore time she ascended the stairs to the coffin where her father lay, peacefully stoic. She stood there silent for a moment, looking down at his unflinching stature. It was almost like he were still alive; except for the faint look of disapproval - even though she was his creation he still happened to be disapproving. But she still loved him all the same. She leaned down a bit into his casket, gently cupping his cheek into her soft hand. She leaned further in and place a soft, loving kiss to his forehead. [i][color=00FFFF]"Good bye, father.."[/color][/i] She softly whispered in a sweet, genuine tone. Uncharacteristically of the Goddess of Lust. To show true emotion. She wiped her eyes before standing back up, composing herself once again.

She turned back to the room, facing little Myria. She flashed her normal, brilliantly beautiful smile. She walked down to her, wrapping her in her arms nice and tight. [b][color=00FFFF]"Hello my little Myria!"[/color][/b] She cooed sweetly, pressing herself nice and tight into the other girl; making sure every curve pressed against Myria. After a long moment she released Myria from her arms and smiled, [b][color=00FFFF]"We must catch up later."[/color][/b] Ki insisted in her soft, silk voice before moving away and too her throne - a beautifully twisted throne of vines and flowers. She sat down among the beautiful flowers and let the vines contort to her figure into perfect comfort.