THe Dark Circle--a BDSM&Fantasy RP

[Marigold]

Lyssa

She blinked at the voice in her head, nodding at Zara's words, then feeling somewhat foolish for nodding at an empty tent. However, Zara's words had calmed her somewhat, and she went to the cabinet to fetch herself a drink. Lyssa selected a light wine, for she didn't feel as if she could handle anything stronger. She poured herself a glass and sipped it thoughtfully for a few moments. Her eyes strayed to the small table in the middle of the room, and the deck of cards left lying there. She walked to the table slowly, her short skirt swaying in an alluring manner, though she was unaware of it. Reaching out with a trembling hand, she turned over the next card. She gasped a little as she read the words on it. "The Lash." The picture on the card depicted a man, holding what looked to Lyssa to be a many-tailed whip in his hand. At his feet lay a nearly naked girl, bloody stripes adorning her back. What caught Lyssa's attention was the look on both their faces. The man looked to the girl sternly, but almost fondly, and the rapt adoration on the girl's face was clear to see. A shudder went through Lyssa, and the warmth of arousal was suddenly a flame, and she felt a wetness between her legs she'd never experienced before. She threw the card back on the table, where it landed face up, and stumbled back to the cushions, muttering to herself, "What's happening to me?"

 

[Merelan]

OOC Of course not. She is way to smart to be fooled by a farmers wife. But Darcie doesn't know that. It is up to Zara what happens to her, draw it out, kill her now. Use her, make her into whatever you choose. I can play anything. I think.

Darcie:
Smiling inwardly at my success, I follwed her. Elves, so stupid. So sure of their superiority they actually believe someone would leave Nightfeast to help them.
With contempt I entered the tent, one hand gripping the dagger hidden in my skirts. This would be the last Nightfeast for this stealer of children.
Smiling sweetly and cooing at the lovely tent. It was easy, it was lovely.

 

[Nymph]

Zara

ooc: I just realized that my last OOC comment was a little rude. I'm sorry, Merelan, I really like your character, and I'm sure this is going to lead to something interesting.
IC:
Once she was inside the tent, Zara turned, smiling ever so sweetly. "Silly me, I have completely forgotten that I have no thread or needle. I'm afraid I'll have to do this myself."

Suddenly, the Painlady was surrounded by a blue glow...when it disappeared again, her skirt was intact, and the mud was also gone.

Stilll smiling, but her eyes a little colder now, she fixed the other woman with her stare.

"Now then...why don't you tell me why you really came here?"

 

[Merelan]

OOC: I understood what you were saying. Kisses?

Darcie:

The blue glow throwing me off guard. Backing away from the evil, crossing my fingers to keep that evil off of me.

"Now then...why don't you tell me why you really came here?"

For a second I was stunned. But quickly gathered up my wits, i hoped.

"What do you mean. You are magi, why need me to sew? I came to help you. If you don't need me, let me pass..." My words trailing off as my eyes caught hers, and were held. Fighting to control myself, but unable to look away.

 

[Dianno]

Maura

OOC:
Apologies, but I'm just gonna assume this illusion is going to give Maura the answers she needs to hear. Just take her back under your wing to steer it along, Nymph!
IC:
Maura felt her pass in front of the bar. Sure enough, there was the Elf. She hasn't forgotten me-
Where the hell did that come from. And why am I even remotely happy to see her? She absent-mindedly put her hand out for some money.
"You look nowhere near relaxed," pointed out the red haired Lady of the Night. "Tell me about her"
Confusion passed over Maura.
"Don't worry, Miss, I've learned to read a lot of physical reactions in my time. It's not difficult to see you're watching for someone." She leaned forward, and the cotton blouse was threatening to reveal everything.
"It's nothing like that..."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm attracted to her. Just curious."
One pouterd while the other considered what to say. Maura's consideration broke the silence. "If you want to help me, I need to know more about her."

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

She lie on her pallet, crying softly for a while, thinking, her mind turning in endless circles. Gradually, the warmth receded, leaving in its place only cold fear, not of Zara, but of herself, how far she had been willing to go. She pulled herself off the cushions, and over to her bundle of, plain, tidy clothing. Dull, yes, but not at all frightening. She stripped out of the skimpy red silk, running her fingers over them wistfully for just a moment before folding them neatly and leaving them on the table for Zara to find. Then she pulled on her old things and slipped quietly out of the tent, into the night....

 

[Nymph]

Zara

ooc: I'm sorry for the long pause, I somehow had a writer's block for a while.
Merelan--kisses *hug, kiss*
IC:
As Zara coldly considered, staring into the other woman's eyes, she suddenly felt the spell around Lyssa's tent waver slightly--the girl was leaving!
I knew that aphrodisiac should have been more long-lasting.
One quick wave of the elf's hand--there was a brigh flash--and suddenly Darcie was wearing a collar of fine, black metal. Zara possessed only a few of these, and did not like to use them over-much since they took very much power to create, but this was an emergencie. The collar would allow her to control Darcie's mind and body--only for a while, but Zara hoped that would be enough.
"You will follow me" she said. "While we go, you will tell me your name and why you are really here."
With that, she swept out of the tent, quickly making her way back to the other one. In the distance, she could see Lyssa, clad again her homespun clothes.
Some more quick steps and she had caught up with the girl. Taking her arm, she whirled her around and stared directly into her eyes.
"Is this how you show your gratitude?" she said coldly.

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In the beer-tent, the illusion laughed seductively while playing with one of the open buttons of her blouse. "I might know about her, yes...but I'm not in a mood to talk right now. Why don't you come with me? You will not regret it, and...for a few more coppers, there might also be information waiting."

 

[Dianno]

Maura

Yet again, her eye caught movement outside in the heady mix of the Nightfest gearing up for the Celebration of the Coming Darknes. Why one girl running past the entrance would distract her she did not know.
"You see something?" Her current customer, the working girl, glanced over and followed her eyeline.
"I'm not sure..."
"Someone you recognise?"
Recognition rushed over Maura. it was the girl the Elf had taken away from the bar. Seconds later, Maura was out and into the crowd in seconds, her work forgotten.
Pushing people out of her way, she tried to get closer to the girl. She wasn't paying much attention to the crowd, and was bumping into people in all directions. Her hair looked matted, and as they grew closer she noted the flush in her cheeks. Maura made a grasp for her wrist and whirled her round.
The young girl looked straight into her eyes.

 

[Dianno]

OOC: Dual Posts

Looks like both myself and Nymph have posted at exactly the same time. Interesting. So I leave it to Zara to work out who grabbed who, who saw who and who still has an invisibilty spell around them (hint!)

 

[Nymph]

ooc

Um, Maura...actually I'd also posted the illusion's reaction, right under the dashes in my last post.

 

[Merelan]

Without a pause I was being strangled... she wasn't even near me. Then it stopped, yet. My hand reached up and touched my throat. A heavy something was there.
"You will follow me" No, I would not! Struggling against it. Trying to pull it off.
But even as she turned and left I felt my body following her. Stop, not this. Silently screaming, but unable to say a ord. I strained and struggled, mentally, for physically I was following her, silent and compliant.

"While we go, you will tell me your name and why you are really here." Never. You bitch. Starting to say it, but kept from it. This thing at my neck was controlling me.

Tears slipped from my eyes as I realized I was caught. But I would bide my time, waiting for her to slip. She was only an elven bitch. her powers could not hold me forever.

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

She blinked as both Zara and the tendress caught up to her at the same time, looking back and forth between them a moment, she looked first to the Tendress with a strained smile, then to Zara with an apologetic one. "I'm sorry, Zara, I am, but...I was...frightened." She shook her head hopelessly, knowing the Elf would never understand being afraid of one's own reactions. "I don't think I'm a good person to help with your magic." She hung her head, ashamed of herself now, for deserting her friend. "I'll come back if you want me to, but I'm sure I wasn't doing a very good job." Again, she looked to the tendress on the other side of her, inwardly wishing she would come along. It might not be so frightening then....

 

[Merelan]

The two women stood there, as if claiming this poor girl. I longed to reach out and reassure her. Then found myself doing so.
"Come. I shall protect you." Again finding myself screaming inside for her to run, and instead here I was taking her in to this woman's web.

 

[Dianno]

OOC:

OOC:
Nymph, realise you had the reactionto the illusionunder the post, but we both posted at almost the same time (I've got 3pm UK time). I was wondering what to do... Let's try this...

IC:
A flurry of insults came forth from the girl Maura had grabbed. It wasn't who she thought it had been.
"I'm sorry, look, pop into the bar later, I'll shout you a drink" and Maura was on her way again. Looking around, she tried to spot the fleeing quarry.
She couldn't see her. But... the ELF! Off to her left.
And as Maura got closer, she could see the young girl.

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

She looked from Zara to the tendress and back, then a woman in a black metallic collar stepped forward. She seemed to be with Zara and said, "Come. I shall protect you." Lyssa's eyes filled with tears at the woman's kindness. She could but nod weakly to the newcomer, pinned beneath Zara's glare as she was, but she was hugely grateful, nonetheless.

 

[Nymph]

OOC: Sorry, Dianno. I didn't quite get what you meant at first
IC:
For the fraction of a second, Zara almost felt something like frustration. Almost. This was getting a little out of hand.She had Lyssa and that farm-woman under control, but how would she deal with the barmaid? Another collar? No...no point in wasting power.
She sent a powerful telepathic command at the farm-woman again.
"Go inside with the girl, reassure her, be friendly, give her some wine from the cupboard. Have some yourself, as well."

Turning to the barmaid, Zara crossed her arms under her bra and said "It seems to me you have been following me for some time...what do you want?" Only a slight smile suggested that she already knew...

 

[Merelan]

With a shy smile on my face, and a rent in my soul, I took the young girls hand and led her back to the tent. Closing it behind us. She seemed shy and quiet.
"There isn't anything you ever have to worry about. Zara will take care of everything. You are safe here, in her tent. Let me get you some wine." Somehow knowing where it was, and which bottle to serve her from. Taking a glass myself. Even as I sipped and watched her drink, I wondered if it was poisoned, drugged. Were we to die here? Or worse. There was no doubt there could be worse.
She curled up on a couch alongside one wall, and seemed content to wait. But I was not.
Tugging at the collar and pleading with her to ask me, to help me. Run little girl, or it will be too late for you, and me. But in silence, I simply sat., waiting for our fate to return. Then I noticed the marks on her arms.
Pointing to them.
"Who did that?" Forcing the words out.

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

The collared woman led me back to the tent, and I followed, numb. She gave me a glass of wine, and I sipped it quietly, lost in thought, until finally she spoke.

"Who did that?"

I looked to the marks the magical threads had left on my forearms, visible beneath the rolled-up sleeves of my homespun blouse. I felt a bit of shame, for I had not been at all friendly to her.

"Oh, I did those myself, and I'm very sorry for sitting like a lump and not speaking. You must think me horribly rude. My name is Lyssa, what is yours?"

 

[Merelan]

In vain I tried to answer her with the truth, but somehow it was held in and I found myself lying to her.
"I am Darcie, Zara's servant. Here, let me get some cream for those. They could so easily be infected in this air. And we wouldn't want that perfect skin marked with scars now, would we?" What had possesed me to say that? Turning to the cupboard I dug and found the cream I wanted, or so I felt I wanted. Was this too drugged. Already I could feel the wine's effect.
Sitting next to her I took her pale arm in my brown hands. Feeling heavy and awkward next to this lovely creature. Her scent filled my nostrils, thrilling me. God. Darcie, snap out of it. Stop it. Fight it, don't let the drugs or whatever has taken over you win. I gripped her arm a bit harder without thinking, hearing her gasp.
"Sorry." I mumbled. Softly applying the cream to the worst of the marks. They were rope burns. Many a time I had treated them on the farm. How had she done this to herself. But I could not ask. Only sit stroking her arm, her smooth, creamy arm.
Jerking my hands away, but unable to get up and move.
"Is that better?"

 

[Dianno]

Maura

It was a good question. What do I want? Why am I chasing after this Elf? Confusion was clouding my mind, and I hope it wasn't showing. The young girl. I could use her...
"I've seen your type around. Preying on the vulnerable. Tricking them into your world." God, she's just standing there, almost daring me to continue. "You pull them in and then you make them work for you and whatever trash wants to sleep with them."
Have I hit a nerve? I hope so, because at the back of her mind, I can feel the doubt forming. Dark clouds of doubt. And I must have guessed right because shock was nowhere on the Elf's features.
"And you're trying to lure that girl, barely away from the family home, into your sick world. It shouldn't happen. Let her go."
And with that, her arms were fiercly crossed under her bosum..

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

The wine had started to relax me again, and aside from the one painful grasp, I found Darcie's ministrations very soothing. I smiled to her when she asked if I felt better. "Yes, thank you. Very much so. You're Zara's servant? Is it terribly exciting to serve a mage?" Feeling somewhat myself again, I curled up next to her on the sofa, our bodies so close I could feel the warmth of hers through our clothes. With another smile, I waited for her to tell me of her exciting life.

 

[Merelan]

Darcie:

"Yes, thank you. Very much so. You're Zara's servant? Is it terribly exciting to serve a mage?"

My eyes closed as she talked, wanting, straining to tell her the truth. Fighting with the urge that was telling me to lie.

"Exciting." Clearing my throat. "Yes. The things I have seen her do, the magic power she possesses. The good she has done, the poeple she has changed forever with her skills." Raging inside, wanting to claw out my throat or bite off my tongue as the words were forced from me.

"You are a lucky, very lucky, and very beautiful young lady. She has chosen you for her special needs. Pray you are worthy of them. Help her all you can, and the reward, shall be more then you can ever imagine." Torn from my lips the words consoled and relaxed her. Shuddering in the anger I felt and could not show. This damnded elf having caught me in her web. But my time would come.

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

She was so grateful to Darcie. To think she'd been ready to flee just an hour earlier. Impulsively, Lyssa leaned over and hugged the second friend she'd made in such a lonely lifetime. "I will try very hard to be worthy, Darcie. I was wrong to run before. I just was upset because it was all so strange. I thank you for your kindness." She fairly beamed to the other woman.

 

[Merelan]

Darcie:

She was beautiful Her smile so radiant, so innocent. Where were her parents? Her loved ones. Did they know where she was, and the danger she was in? Tears started and I turned away. Fussing at the covers on the arm of the couch to keep from looking at her. She was like my sister. So trustworthy. Is this what had happened to her? It hit me. Yes. It was okay for me to be here, to go with Zara. In fact, I needed to stay with her no matter what. It might lead me to my sister. I had thought she was dead, but maybe, maybe she had only been taken somewhere. Besides, I could help this poor soul too. Turning, brushing away the tears with the back of my hand I reached out. Taking the small hand in mine. Comparing them as I held it. Hers, thin and smooth. The nails perfect. The skin so translucent you could see the life throbbing in them. Mine, broad and rough. My nails split. Callouses from working. Tanned from the sun. But they too were full of life. Able to produce a fine meal, mend a garment, and birth a cow all in the same day.
"We are more alike then I had thought." Only then realizing, I had spoken aloud.

 

[Marigold]

Lyssa

Darcie turned away, and Lyssa worried that she had somehow upset the other woman. The servant wiped at her eyes surrupticiously and Lyssa was about to ask what went wrong when she turned back and took Lyssa's hand, looking at it thoughtfully. "We are more alike than I had thought."

Lyssa canted her head. "Yes" she agreed "Not so terribly different, though perhaps your life is a little more cosmopolitan than mine. You seem...wiser somehow." A little smile. "But I think that most folk are more alike than not, underneath. Tell me, is there anything wrong, Darcie? How might I help?"