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Of Necromancy and Nobility;; Part 6 |
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Crevan returned the next day, to come collect what he assumed was a body. When he approached the sand cat, he saw her ears swivel in his direction. His heart leapt into his throat. Was she alive...?
He rushed to her side, rolling her over, and was greeted with a slap. He winced, but smiled softly.
“I deserved that. Can you forgive me?” he asked quietly, holding her in his arms. Ahri smiled weakly, opening her eyes to look into his. He lifted her, and she reached up to his cheek.
“Yes.”
With her affirmation, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the carriage. Back to where she belonged.
- Fin...? -
 xRiniel · Thu Feb 09, 2012 @ 06:52am · 0 Comments |
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Of Necromancy and Nobility;; Part 5 |
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Ahri stood tall at the entrance to the catacombs; Crevan stood behind her. Once they had unlocked the gate, she stepped forward, and not a word was uttered. He frowned, but kept his snout tightly locked. She looked back as they slammed the iron gate closed behind her, and Crevan felt his heart break.
The sand cat listened intently, moving toward the main chamber, feeling around for the dead that lingered there, calling them to her. They followed, the ones that were still together somewhat carrying those that only remained as bones.
She heard the rumbling long before the minotaur came into view. It was large – a good eight or nine feet from horn tip to hooves, and it was angry. It lowered its great head, preparing to charge. Ahri hissed, but gracefully dodged every obvious attack from the glorified bull. As some of the skeletons began to stir, the sand cat began to dance. The skeletons began to dance with her as they collected their various parts together. The minotaur made an attempt at rushing her, but was stopped by dozens of skeletons. The necromancer grinned.
Then there was another. The second minotaur seemed to come out of nowhere, goring her straight through the abdomen. There was seething pain, then glorious blackness.
But it was not the end.
A soft paw touched her chest and spoke to her as a white light overtook her vision. A white leopard with vivid green eyes and silky white hair was crouched over her. Ahri looked at the beautiful creature, and shifted nervously.
“I am Citlali. Do not be frightened, demon kit. I am here to heal that which is of my creation. The other belongs to my mate, the High Demon Lord. He will heal you as well.”
She felt warmth flood her. There was no way this was reality. She had to be dead. As she thought this, another voice slid into her mind, and her vision on the other side became red fire as the rusty orange rabbit with cream swirls, brown hair, and black horns knelt beside her as well.
“I am Zay. I will heal you, demon kit. You must live. And you must forgive that your destiny may be achieved. For gods and land you must fight.”
Fire coursed through her veins, and there was suddenly no more pain. She tried to open her eyes. She couldn't. The light faded. The fire flared once more, then died.
As she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by burning minotaur flesh. She stumbled her way back to the entrance, and the guards let her back through, only for her to collapse on the snow-covered stairs at the entrance.
xRiniel · Wed Feb 08, 2012 @ 12:14pm · 0 Comments |
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Of Necromancy and Nobility;; Part 4 |
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Crevan and Ahri spent the next months getting to know each other, some days more than others. The other slaves began to be suspicious of the pair, not that Crevan tried to hide it. He often called her to his room, and she would spend hours there, sometimes not leaving for days. The half-demon's heart began to soften, and the fox's mind began to reel.
They laid in each other's embrace one winter morning, under a large fur blanket, Ahri purring contentedly. This day was planned to be just an ordinary day: passionate lovemaking and lots of cuddling. But the arrival of a certain man prevented this ordinary routine from occurring. As the Coyote approached Crevan's door, another servant informed him of the arrival. Crevan growled, gritting his teeth.
“Ahri, you're going to have to put on a good show for him. If he finds out about us, you'll be executed. You're not of royal blood.” he said softly, frowning. Ahri turned his face to hers and kissed him before slipping out the door.
The other slaves scowled at her as she passed. Slipping into her old room, she fetched attire that was more appropriate to slave status: a ragged brown dress. Looking at herself in the mirror, she frowned, untying the ribbon around her neck and draping it over her dresser. She started toward the main chamber as she heard Crevan greet the Coyote. He soon was staring at the vermin prince, his face paled. There was no way that he would do any such thing.
“Your highness, with all due respect she's just a slave; even if she's as powerful as you say she's really not a threat. How do you even know that she is what you think she is?” the fox argued, his voice low. The Coyote sneered, unrolling a piece of parchment. Crevan took it, reading before dropping it on the table, scowling.
“No. I won't do it.” he said flatly, standing and opening the door to exit, coming nose to nose with Ahri. He swiftly pulled her into the room by the arm, her instincts kicking in she crumpled to the floor, cowering against the wall.
“Ahri, what is your place in this house?” he asked her, growling. She averted her eyes from him to the floor, whimpering, “I asked you a question.”
She winced, but answered, “I-I am your slave.” came her weak voice. Crevan looked over to the Coyote, who was not satisfied. He looked down to her, a pang in his chest at what he was about to do.
Crevan brought his hand down in a harsh slap across Ahri's face. There was an echo. Then there was silence.
Her eyes met his, wide and fearful to his guilt-ridden ones. He was horrified at what he'd just done. What happened to him? He swore to her...
Ahri felt tears p***k at the corner of her eyes. She was heartbroken in a single moment. She scampered off. The Coyote grinned.
“Well that makes it all the easier. I will expect her to be sent down in a week's time.” he said, standing and walking to the door, “And, if you don't send her to me, we will have her killed nonetheless. At least this way you don't have to watch her die. I know how you hate losing a good investment, Crevan.”
The Coyote stood, and Crevan spun around, already in a bow, his hair hanging in his face. The prince exited, and Crevan remained in that position until the vermin was out of sight. He then looked for her, guilt eating at him. He found her in her room. Back to the headboard, knees to her chest, in the same position he found her all those months ago when he made her that promise.
“Ahri-”
“Don't.”
“I didn't have a choice, kitten.”
“Yes you did. Obviously your loyalty to the vermin means more than your word.”
His heart sank as he looked at the sand cat that he had come to know not as a slave, but as his mate. She didn't know how much that stung – or how right she was.
“I need to know something-”
“Yes. I'm a necromancer.” she stated flatly, interrupting his question.
He looked away from her, frowning.
“The Prince is afraid of your power. You're part demon so he's afraid of what you could become.”
“Why?”
Crevan paused, then reached for her paw. She shifted away, curling tighter against herself. The fuchsia in her eyes was burning red, an all consuming fire. He shuddered, averting his eyes from hers.
“The last bloodline that ruled here... they were necromancers. The last necromancers that graced this land. They were overthrown out of fear. Their race has long been forgotten, ages and ages past, but the last king... mated a demon.”
Ahri listened, still in a small furry ball. She hated his voice. She hated his beautiful fur. She hated his dark eyes. She hated how she loved him. Crevan reached for her again, this time she crawled over into his lap, her ears falling and her tail curled around her. He nuzzled into her sandy fur, tracing the rusty bands and stripes with a black claw.
“Ahri... he's ordered me to send you to the catacombs. To be killed.”
She whined a bit, but closed her eyes, the fire dying as she accepted this fate. The necromancer must face death. This was what she told herself. She must face death.
“I will greet death as I always have. As a friend.”
xRiniel · Wed Feb 08, 2012 @ 11:37am · 0 Comments |
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Of Necromancy and Nobility;; Part 3 |
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Ahri brought Crevan's food to his bed the next morning, and he looked up from the letter in his hand with surprise on his face. He was shirtless, just as he always slept. He took the tray from her and looked her up and down; she was wearing a blue dress that framed her curves and stopped at the ankles. Blushing a little, her tail tip dusted the ground. He cleared his throat.
“You look lovely, Ahri.” he said, smiling to her. A blush formed in his cheeks as well. She brushed at the front of the dress nervously, her ears folded back slightly, messing up the bow she had tied around the right one. She really enjoyed being with him, and a part of her hated that.
“Thank you, Master Corin.” she replied with an awkward curtsy.
“Come here kitten, let me fix that.” he chuckled. She knelt down beside his bed and he pulled the ribbon off her ear gently, wrapping it instead around her neck and tying it loosely, but securely.
“There, much better.” he whispered, running a finger over her cheek. She averted her eyes, purring slightly. “Get on then, I want your company while I eat.”
Ahri blushed, freezing in her spot. He wanted her to climb in bed with him...? She stood shakily, walking around to the other side of his bed, and climbing tentatively onto the plush mattress. Crevan slipped his paw around her arm, pulling her gently against him as he spooned his beef and porridge into his mouth. She leaned against his shoulder, her head against his, her ears back anxiously. Sensing her discomfort, he wrapped his arm around her, placing his paw on her shoulder, and letting out a contented rumble. Her blush deepened tenfold.
“Don't be nervous, I told you a long time ago, no more hitting.” he said, squeezing her slightly. Ahri nodded, smiling a little. He frowned.
“Talk to me kitten.” he said softly.
She mewed softly, then spoke, “I-I really enjoy being here. I know I'm doing slave work, but-”
He placed his finger on her lips, smiling slyly, “You're not doing slave work. You're doing the work that I would have expected from a mate. Is it too much?”
Her face flushed more, and she shook her head, “It's not enough- wh-what? A mate?”
He held her closer, not answering her question, just drinking his tea and eating his porridge.
xRiniel · Tue Feb 07, 2012 @ 09:59pm · 0 Comments |
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Of Necromancy and Nobility;; Part 2 |
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Crevan watched her with interest as she became accustomed to his home. She was such an apprehensive creature, and so attentive. Her ears flicked with every sound, and her tail would stop in mid-air as she listened to whatever had startled her, which often was merely her claws against the floor.
After the first few days of just wandering and getting accustomed to her new surroundings, she began to sulk instead, finding a dark corner and curling up in it. This was when Crevan became concerned about the quality of his investment.
He approached her warily as she sat in her bed one morning, back against the headboard, knees pulled tightly to her chest. She seemed to be depressed, broken even, as she sat and stared at the sheets. He sat on the edge of her bed, smoothing a wrinkle in her comforter.
“You don't look well, Ahri.” he said softly, his tail swishing. She didn't even twitch.
“You're not going to hit me for not groveling at your paws when you walked in?” she asked, her eyes blank and her voice emotionless. He frowned, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
“Of course not, why would I ever hit you for such a thing? I ask for respect but never for groveling.” he replied, his ears folding back a bit. Her ears swiveled forward.
“Then you're one of a kind, Master Corin.” she said, her gaze drifting to her paws, “They used to love hitting me.” the half-demon's expression became downcast.
He shifted closer to her, lifting her chin and meeting her eyes. His cheeks flushed under his dark peppered fur as he rubbed beneath her jaw, causing her to purr softly.
“Would you rather that I hit you? I'm not like that, Ahri. I took a chance with your purchase, hoping that you would prove to be a good investment. I never intended to hurt you or get rid of you if you weren't.”
She laid down submissively, leaning her head in his lap and setting a paw on his knee. He placed his own paw on top of hers.
“You're safe now. No more hitting.” he said, looking down at her, “Promise.”
His tail twitched, and he continued to watch her, smiling softly. She was truly a beautiful creature with her cream and light rust-colored fur, the dark rust bands and stripes, and black-tipped ears. Her demon's eyes and horns added to the mystique that was this cat.
xRiniel · Tue Feb 07, 2012 @ 04:30pm · 0 Comments |
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Of Necromancy and Nobility;; Part 1 |
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There she was again. The half sand cat sighed, looking at the nobles that stood in front of the slave block. This was the fifth or sixth time Ahri had been put up for auction. She proved to be quite a handful, and most of the time the men that bought her only wanted to mate her. So she had her swift retribution (usually in the form of neutering) and they sent her back, claiming to have not realized she was half demon despite her curling black horns, or her oddly colored eyes. Her whites were not white, but an intense sky blue, and her irises fuchsia, and her slitted pupils a near white shade of the same sky blue. The trader looked at Ahri, scowling. She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Here we have a very experienced female up for auction,” he began as they forced her on the block. She hissed as they thrust her to her knees, “Though she's quite a handful. Do we have any bidders?”
When no one responded, Ahri was less than surprised. As her head was forced down, her black hair falling in front of her eyes, a strong voice echoed from the crowd.
“I'll take her for ten gold. That is, if there are no other takers.” the male said. The most that he got in response was murmurs from the crowd. She was jerked up, coming nose to nose with the man that had spoken. The fox grinned, his dark brown eyes devious. When Ahri looked down, she noticed the royal crest on his coat buttons. She growled but he raised a claw to her chin, forcing her mouth shut.
“I would be a little more careful with that mouth, kitten. Or we may have to cut out your tongue.” he purred, dropping his hand and giving the ten gold to the auctioneer. Her leads were handed over to the fox, and she was tugged lightly off the block and into a carriage waiting nearby. She instinctively slid to the corner of the carriage, flattening herself against it, her tail wrapped around her. The noble sat beside her, reaching for a lock of her hair. She growled.
“Now kitten, is that any way to treat your new owner?” he asked, his voice edging on a pout. She turned to him, about to retort with something sarcastic, but caught sight of him for the first time. The fur on his body was black – a deep black – with bits of white peppered through it. His hair was jet black, pulled into a small ponytail behind his head, and the ears that poked themselves from the top of his head were also black. She noticed that his face, arms, legs, and tail all shared the trait as his ears, the straight black, but his tail was tipped with snow white fur. She frowned, her own sandy fur with rust-colored stripes and bands seemed so boring in comparison, even if her ears were tipped with black. She averted her oddly colored eyes, wiggling in her restraints.
“You've demon in your blood, have you not, kitten?” he asked, leaning back as the carriage began to move. She nodded slowly, and he chuckled, “It's easy to tell.”
Ahri scowled, but the fox waved his hand dismissively.
“It's not as if it matters to me; I just wondered if you were trying to hide it, kitten.”
Minutes rolled by, and the fox just stared out the window. Ahri cleared her throat, and he turned to her.
“I'm Ahri, no surname.” she said flatly, “Stop calling me kitten.”
The fox chuckled warmly.
“My name is Lord Crevan Corin, Duke of Yarra. But to you, Master Corin.” he replied, turning his dark gaze outside the carriage. Ahri leaned back, staring out the window as well, waiting for the ride to finally end.
xRiniel · Tue Feb 07, 2012 @ 03:10am · 0 Comments |
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