Philomel
12-13-13, 10:09 PM
Closed to Solar Haven. Written this short but expandable introduction. Hope it suits. You can go anywhere, have Leoric as the stranger introduced or another. I have an idea for him if it is not.
His small golden eyes pierced the dimness like two pinpricks of sunbeams in a shadowy flittering world. He sat curled into a crouch, tight, but waiting, looking casual and fairly relaxed but watching the passersby with an intent of no little hostility. He breathed short and sharp, his feet tucked underneath him, ready to pounce at any moment should the need come to it. He watched by the hearth of the warming fire, tail flicking back and forth, guarding the creaky ash-wood chair, sitting right on the seat, on the thin but pretty cushion, waiting as she returned.
And returned she did, rather swiftly. Her cloven hooves clattered on the grazed and dirty floor as she eased her way through the jeering jostling crowd of the wenches and dunkards in the Gorgon's Head Tavern, in her hands a tankard of sloshing ale and a hunk of barely braised steak, plate having been tossed over her shoulder as soon as she had been offered it. Coming back to the seat, her eyes flickered up, locked on the golden ones, then Veridian the earth-spirit in the form of a red fox leaned up to his feet. He yawned a little, small but strong jaws sliding open to let his warm red tongue lag out, before snapping them close. Chattering a greeting to Philomel, Veridian moved onto the arm of the chair, swishing his tail, then waited until she had sat down, her breasts subtly moving as she rested her back against the chair, and lifted her cloven hooves onto the footstool before her, winking at a stranger who obviously had never seen a faun before, who stared at the goat legs and then the ram horns sprouting from her head, and blinked in utter astonishment.
He swallowed hard, then turned slowly in her direction as she picked with a fingernail at the wooden rim of her tankard. Veridian grew rightly impatient and nattered at her before darting in and siezing the meat from her hand. His claws dug into the fur at her thigh as he began to devour, soon his red and white face becoming covered in blood.
But Phi kept her eyes on the stranger, focused and steady. She raised a subtle eyebrow, breathing a little deeper and very slightly pushing out her breasts as she expanded her lungs, making the two of them move together harmoniously and squash into the leather of her bustier, forming new and wonderous shadows in the firelight. Veridian paid little attention, and as he devoured, a front paw slipped and he pushed her undercloth aside a little, revealing more than what "polite" company deemed acceptable.
Tilting her head, she smiled gently with painted lips, raising and taking a sip from the tankard. Foam stuck to her bottom lip, rather deliberately and she slowly ran a smooth tongue over it, licking the foam up in one lucious wave. Then, and only then, did she raise an eyebrow.
"Yes?" she asked. "May I help?"
The stranger looked back with widening eyes, and was caught speechless. Philomel began to laugh, and her notes of ringing chortling filled the banterful tavern, over the heads of the drunkards, suddenly caught in the vice-like grip of amusement.
His small golden eyes pierced the dimness like two pinpricks of sunbeams in a shadowy flittering world. He sat curled into a crouch, tight, but waiting, looking casual and fairly relaxed but watching the passersby with an intent of no little hostility. He breathed short and sharp, his feet tucked underneath him, ready to pounce at any moment should the need come to it. He watched by the hearth of the warming fire, tail flicking back and forth, guarding the creaky ash-wood chair, sitting right on the seat, on the thin but pretty cushion, waiting as she returned.
And returned she did, rather swiftly. Her cloven hooves clattered on the grazed and dirty floor as she eased her way through the jeering jostling crowd of the wenches and dunkards in the Gorgon's Head Tavern, in her hands a tankard of sloshing ale and a hunk of barely braised steak, plate having been tossed over her shoulder as soon as she had been offered it. Coming back to the seat, her eyes flickered up, locked on the golden ones, then Veridian the earth-spirit in the form of a red fox leaned up to his feet. He yawned a little, small but strong jaws sliding open to let his warm red tongue lag out, before snapping them close. Chattering a greeting to Philomel, Veridian moved onto the arm of the chair, swishing his tail, then waited until she had sat down, her breasts subtly moving as she rested her back against the chair, and lifted her cloven hooves onto the footstool before her, winking at a stranger who obviously had never seen a faun before, who stared at the goat legs and then the ram horns sprouting from her head, and blinked in utter astonishment.
He swallowed hard, then turned slowly in her direction as she picked with a fingernail at the wooden rim of her tankard. Veridian grew rightly impatient and nattered at her before darting in and siezing the meat from her hand. His claws dug into the fur at her thigh as he began to devour, soon his red and white face becoming covered in blood.
But Phi kept her eyes on the stranger, focused and steady. She raised a subtle eyebrow, breathing a little deeper and very slightly pushing out her breasts as she expanded her lungs, making the two of them move together harmoniously and squash into the leather of her bustier, forming new and wonderous shadows in the firelight. Veridian paid little attention, and as he devoured, a front paw slipped and he pushed her undercloth aside a little, revealing more than what "polite" company deemed acceptable.
Tilting her head, she smiled gently with painted lips, raising and taking a sip from the tankard. Foam stuck to her bottom lip, rather deliberately and she slowly ran a smooth tongue over it, licking the foam up in one lucious wave. Then, and only then, did she raise an eyebrow.
"Yes?" she asked. "May I help?"
The stranger looked back with widening eyes, and was caught speechless. Philomel began to laugh, and her notes of ringing chortling filled the banterful tavern, over the heads of the drunkards, suddenly caught in the vice-like grip of amusement.