Welcome to Hell.

[Luna_Wolf72]

purrs arching neck to you. I should be, but i'll just toss which does nothing for my muscles.

Smiling softly, the bottle resettling itself in the bucket. Standing up, I stretch and glance down at the pretty one.

Soon, I think. Very soon.

Feet carry me to the Count and one small hand rests on his shoulder.

I will be inviting you to my haven one day I think. Not to scene or anything, just...to talk...one on one.

I like you.

Disappears through the door that will lead her from hell and home.

 

[Perplexia]

I finally get some Luna love and wouldn't you know i can't keep up with it.

 

[CountCunninglvr]

......

 

[Perplexia]

Jingles her pets leash wondering if he'll fall through the ceiling again. If not he's being a good boy an posting.

 

[CountCunninglvr]

......

 

[BiSmiley]

Jingles her pets leash wondering if he'll fall through the ceiling again. If not he's being a good boy an posting.

Oh I'm lurking around, but nobody notices much

 

[CountCunninglvr]

......

 

[Perplexia]

*Gets up, walks over to Plexy, and kneels.*

Was it me you were calling?

Sorry count, i was busy reading

 

[BiSmiley]

Forgive us count Me am the mistress's perplexia's pet

no need for confusion but you can play too

 

[Perplexia]

Apparently not. Take care.

*Walks back over to his original place and sits down.*

Sorry count i was busy reading an posting. An no sweetie i have no collar an leash on you.

 

[Perplexia]

Forgive us count Me am the mistress's perplexia's pet

no need for confusion but you can play too

Snaps fingers and points to the corner. Go. Now.

 

[BiSmiley]

Snaps fingers and points to the corner. Go. Now.

Pouts kicks the floor and grumbles toward the coner and flops down "never lets me have any fun."

Smile at mistress 'lick'

 

[CountCunninglvr]

......

 

[Perplexia]

It's no big deal. As for "playing too," I'm not really open to being a second guy, but if that's someone elses thing well that's just fine.



No need to apologise. Have fun you two.

*Walks off into a corrosive mist.*

My pet forgets himself it was him that wanted to play with you. He didn't mean to scare you away. An he has no idea the amount of trouble he's in.

 

[BiSmiley]

My pet forgets himself it was him that wanted to play with you. He didn't mean to scare you away. An he has no idea the amount of trouble he's in.

Oh i have an idea mistress raises eye' brows suggestively

 

[Perplexia]

Oh i have an idea mistress raises eye' brows suggestively

Oh no you don't. Grabs leash and takes him away with her to the darkest corner of hell.

 

[BiSmiley]

Oh no you don't. Grabs leash and takes him away with her to the darkest corner of hell.

...crawls out of the shadows battered sweating and smiling, collapses.

 

[Perplexia]

...crawls out of the shadows battered sweating and smiling, collapses.

You're such a card. Snogs

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wanders into the silence of the main Hall, golden brown eyes gleaming. Heading for Plexy's bed, she grabs the bottle from the tub and her shot glass from last evening. Turning away, at once, she heads for the rocky outcropping, fingers twiddling daintily to turn it back into a chair.

The Wolf, sinks...into softness and pours her first shot of Stoli...and waits.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

From the silence of the abyss, she pulls out a small notebook and an ink pen. She has some words in her brain...and since this place has not yet been tainted today, maybe she will be able to finally get them down. At least, she hopes so.

Another poured shot, a quick toss of dark head as the liquor burns her throat and lands in her belly. Ice cold vodka in the halls of Hell. Funny that...

The notebook opens, the pen...writes.

 

[Britwitch]

The witch steps back into Hell, bare foot and naked save for her shackles holding her arms behind her and a few rags hanging loosely from her frame.

Head bowed and step determined, she approaches the chair and the elegant woman upon it.

She has a promise to keep.

Without a word, she sinks to her knees before her and waits...

 

[Perplexia]

slides in through the back entrance down on her fluffy feather bed and waves to Lovely and Brit.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Silence. The pen stops it's scritching sounds.

Brown eyes stay focused upon the page, coming up in slow, steady increments until she sees....

Her. The Witchling. Pretty and as naked as Seranova had left her.

Voice is husky, a low growl. Small hand darts out, runs sharp nails over pretty freckled flesh. Leaving two deep red lines behind.

So, you've come back. And look~ kneeling~ just as I had asked. Thank you, Witchling.

Hand floats upward, curling into her hair, yanking it.

On your feet, please. Back to the wall. You have his shackles still, I see. Good.

Low laughter.

Hands above your head, then. Feet should be set, shoulder distance apart.

Eyes gleam. Head...tilts.

Please.

A small smile for pretty Plexy

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Music...from somewhere...as I wait.

It's Getting Late

 

[Britwitch]

She shoots the other Lady upon the feathered bed a brief smile before returning her attention to the beauty before her.

A quiet, but sharp, intake of breath at the scratch of nails and then a louder echo as fingers wind into her hair and pull hard. Her words are strong and commanding...intoxicating...

Yes, yes, of course...

She rises swiftly and moves to the nearest wall. The rock is so hot down here, even more so as she backs up against it. The shackles clink as arms are raised above her head and she parts her feet until her legs are spread slightly apart.

Like this...?

She hears herself ask.