Post by Hellion on Oct 31, 2010 12:29:36 GMT -8
To say that Ibun was a shithole would have been a compliment. The place stank of wet dogs, rotten garbage, and filthy men. It was a corrupted, infected corpuscle on the face of an old whore named Felwyn. Xenir loved it. The depravity, the disease, the cruelty, the place was a haven for demons like Xenir: those that could skillfully hide their true forms with illusionary magic. At the moment, Xenir appeared to be a human, tall and well muscled with blue eyes and raven hair. His face had not changed much, but he was quite handsome, with high cheek bones and clear skin. His nose, eyes, and mouth were symmetrically perfect, and his lips were pulled back in a slight smile. He strolled down the streets of Ibun, his hands in the pockets of his fine, royal clothing. As he passed an alleyway, a woman pocked her head out, a young girl of maybe eighteen or twenty. She had fiery red hair, green eyes, and freckles across her nose and cheeks, and was absolutely human. She was healthy looking and her body was one that incited feelings of lust in his black heart. He caught her eye, and she smiled uncertainly at him, approaching him.
"Good evening m'lord" She said, her uncertain smile becoming one of forced allure and seduction. He smiled back as she trailed a finger down his chest. "For twenty silvers, I can warm your bed." Xenir chuckled, his voice as smooth and cold as ice. "Sounds fun...but I have no bed to warm. Come, back to your alley. I'll pay your price." The demon slipped her twenty silvers, and she led the way back to the dark, secluded alley from which she had come.
Twenty minutes later, after much grunting, groaning, sighing, and sweating, Xenir left the alleyway twenty silvers poorer, and the woman left undoubtedly carrying a bundle of something far from joy. Xenir smiled slightly. The slut had been rather good, but there was nothing to it...just sex. He decided he needed liquor, and made his way to the nearest pub, his illusionary magic altering his appearance to better resemble the common layman. He seated himself and began drinking, waiting for something interesting to happen.
"Good evening m'lord" She said, her uncertain smile becoming one of forced allure and seduction. He smiled back as she trailed a finger down his chest. "For twenty silvers, I can warm your bed." Xenir chuckled, his voice as smooth and cold as ice. "Sounds fun...but I have no bed to warm. Come, back to your alley. I'll pay your price." The demon slipped her twenty silvers, and she led the way back to the dark, secluded alley from which she had come.
Twenty minutes later, after much grunting, groaning, sighing, and sweating, Xenir left the alleyway twenty silvers poorer, and the woman left undoubtedly carrying a bundle of something far from joy. Xenir smiled slightly. The slut had been rather good, but there was nothing to it...just sex. He decided he needed liquor, and made his way to the nearest pub, his illusionary magic altering his appearance to better resemble the common layman. He seated himself and began drinking, waiting for something interesting to happen.