AN- Do not know what came over me, to make me want to write this so badly. Yes, it is OC/Tibarn, rated M for a reason. If you can't stand that, then I guess you shouldn't have clicked on it, should you. So the OC bio:
Name: Syrene Le Felirae
Sex: Female
Hair: Lime Green
Eyes: Violet
Age: 153 (apparent- 24)
Affinity: Earth
Class: Beast Laguz (Cat)
Temperament: Short temperedness is her main trait, though it is seen that she has the ability to be kind. This is not shown often however, and she is an absolute terror on the battlefield. Many times, Syrene would rather fight than diplomatically resolve issues, as many laguz do. She is known to be sarcastic and positively brilliant, one of the few laguz tacticians there are. She is easily offended, and instigated even easier.
Mmkay, and you all know Tibarn :) With his wonderful green wings and so forth. Anyway, off with the shotty! Post RD by one year. You have been warned. (not really...)
~Tibarn~
I could do nothing but sigh as Janaff and Ulki chattered annoyingly beside me. Don't get me wrong, I love my right and left hands as my sons, but they do have this tendency to get on one's nerves when flying for extended periods of time. Stifling another sigh, I tried, to no avail, to block out their conversation. It was a topic that they often annoyed me about, and I was not in the mindset to share any information with them concerning it.
"What about Elincia?" Ulki asked, Janaff nearly squawking his laughter. I resisted the urge to bash both their heads in for even bringing up the esteemed Queen of Crimea through this topic.
"She is pretty, but she'll probably have to marry for political reasons, even if our good king did love her." Janaff chortled. I inwardly groaned. The two of them! "We really must find him a lover, he has been more and more agitated lately and-" I shifted, my body encased in a deep green glow. before exploding into its wonderful hawk form. My hearing and eyesight were both better, but now I could outdistance the voices that had been nagging me for over an hour now with a not- so- subtle ease. The rush of wind in my feathers had a calming effect on my temper, yet the effect it had on my mind was different indeed. It made me remember her.
Janaff and Ulki, thankfully, did not know about her. If they did, well, I would definitely be in for hell then. I remembered the last time I'd seen her, the way her scent had wafted around and consumed me. She always smelled like pine forest and a slight must. I have no other way of describing it other then she smelled like a wild Cat. Which, I guess, she was. No one had ever been able to control her; Caineghis couldn't control her, Ranulf couldn't control her, and I most certainly could not control one so blessedly feral. Not that I would really want to. I loved her wild side.
Yes, Janaff and Ulki would definitely be laughing at me, if they knew the terror my mind was in at the moment. And all over some silly girl... No, woman. Definitely a woman. A very wild woman. Who was, hopefully, just as confused and mind- boggled as I was. But alas, that would probably be too much to wish for; she was never really confused about anything she wanted in this life, least of all me. And I was not really confused when it came to her, we were lovers, and I was completely in love with her, yet she confused me only because her absence from Gallia (and Pheonicis) had lasted over two years now. I had though she was in Crimea, after all, she spent a grand deal of time learning from the Crimean tacticians. And yet, when the great Laguz and Begnion war had brought us through Crimea, I had not seen her. And it had troubled me greatly. She had been gone for long periods of time before, yes, but never this long without any word.
I banked my flight pattern down, shifting again to land beside Caineghis and Giffca. They each had one hand raised to their shoulder, and I followed suit, greeting the two respected elder laguz. Skrimir trotted from the forests, as Jannaff and Ulki landed behind my shoulders. Naesala and Leanna came from the south, followed by Reyson and his father. I knew Ena and Kurthnaga were inside the building already, one could not be anywhere near a black dragon and not feel their presence. It was something that was so intoxicating, that it had nearly the same effect on me that she did. Ah crap, great Yune, I was thinking of her again. And right before the laguz counsel was meeting. This would not be good.
My fingers tapped impatiently against the hardwood table that we sat around, nearly an hour later. The problem with the laguz alliance was that we were all so headstrong that none of us agreed to any policy in a decent amount of time. The one exception to this was, of course, the war against Begnion last year. And even then, Rafiel and Nailah, who have joined the alliance, did not side with the rest of the laguz then. They had sided with the horribly- misunderstood Daein. Not that I blame them, now that the entire story has come to light. There was a knock on the counsel door, and all squabbling ceased abruptly.
"What is so important that it requires a disturbance?" Skrimir asked, calling out in a rough lion- like voice. A pale- ivory skinned cat warrior slid through the crack in the door. Lyre shook her head, rolling her eyes.
"Lunch, before you all starve." She said, sarcastically as she could. I had to give that kitty credit, she had almost the amount of balls that she did. No, my lover did not have ligitimate balls, Yune be shamed giving a creature that beautiful any male parts, though I was a firm believer that she owned a nice pair of the figurative ones. Yes, Ulki and Janaff would be laughing hysterically at me, along with probably everyone else in the room, possibly Nailah and Rafiel excluded, for no one knew they were lovers either. "And a message for King Tibarn." As she handed the small scroll to me, I realized that everyone was staring at me with curiosity. Yea well, the feeling was ridiculously mutual. I was extremely curious as well, but I would be damned if I would appease their prying eyes by opening it here.I checked the seal, and it was still intact. Thank Yune, it was still intact.
With a semi- subtle movement, I slid into the shadows and disappeared up to my rooms. All of the laguz kings had rooms in the Gallian castle, as it was in the Syrenes castle, and the Goldoan castle. Hatari's residents were moving around quiet a bit now, so I was not sure about them as of yet. The window in my simple room was open, the thin curtains blowing in the breeze from the forest. I rolled my eyes, and cracked the seal of the scroll.
My dear Tibarn, I read, and tilted my head, curious. I was so hoping you would bring this up to your room to read. If you haven't I would very much like you to run up there, and leave Mistress Nailah to make a hasty excuse for you either way. You should be breaking for lunch by the time you are opening this, and if not, Lyre is not worthy of how much I paid her. Okay, nothing new in that few sentences, though I was beginning to recognize the writing style vaguely. Anyway, I sent this to you, because I missed your birthday as of last year. My sincerest apologies, but I was Lord Bastian's greatest spy, and if any knew where I was, including you, it would have been disastrous for all of Crimea and especially the lady Lucia. This would, I suppose, be a sort of birthday card. The remainder of your present however, most definitely lies up in your chambers. The note was not signed, but at the bottom was a beautifully scribbled side note. I'll be waiting. My hand crashed into the desk, and yes, it cracked; a long split down the side.
"You take much too long to read." Her voice was silky, like a threatening predator who lures her prey with promises and beauty. I was hard, in a moment, whirling to find her stretched out like a lynx on the window sill. She did not dress like the usual laguz warrior, but instead wore a tight skirt, only bare inches below her secrets. Her thigh- high stockings were a deep violet, showing only a sliver of pale ivory skin between where the black miniskirt ended and the stocking began. She had always been a big believer in stiletto boots, and I was glad to see that this had not changed, her slim legs encased in black leather. The shirt she wore was sleeveless, embroidered in a slightly shimmering purple that screamed beorc- made, yet clung to her voluptuous curves like silk. She wore a belt over her waist, two of them, actually, both worn slightly skew; a matching counterpart down on her right thigh to hold a small knife used for hunting and eating. She dropped a pair of gloves off the side of the windowsill, onto my end table, a pair that up until this moment she had probably been wearing. Her skin was lightly scarred, cris- crossing claw- marks creating intricate designs over her pale skin. I wondered vaguely how anyone had dared to mark her.
"Syrene." The word came out a growl, only a moment after my entire analysis of her beautiful Goddess- like body. She moved with an agonizing slowness, swinging her legs off the sill to stand only a spare three inches shorter than I. I was conscious of the swing of her knee- length green hair as it shifted, shimmering with every movement. Her tail twitched, a matching lime- green color, causing my arousal to become almost painful. Goddess, she was beautiful. I remember the first time I saw her, thinking how beautiful she was. One of her hands rested on my shoulder, as she tossed one leg over my waist to straddle me in the chair. Her eyes flashed, the violet in them darkening minutely as she felt me beneath that wonderfully short skirt. "Where were you." It came out a rough growl, accusatory, demanding.
"Crimea." She whispered, undoing the band around my head with one hand, the other reaching down to guide my wings around her back. I was more than happy to oblige her requests, if it got me some much- needed answers.
"I looked for you." It was still a growl. I couldn't help the tone in my voice, over two years, and not a speck of news, not even a good-bye when she had left.
"I know." Her voice was soft, as she nuzzled into my neck, my wings quivering against her back. "I saw. But I couldn't come out yet, Tibarn. My lord, how I wanted to. To tell you every secret and problem. When Lord Bastian had found Duke Renning, more of my time was enlisted, I was a Shadow to the Lady Lucia, a spy to the Lord Bastian. I was never aloud, Tibarn, to come and see you. Not while you fought a war." Her lips ghosted along my jaw, making my wings tighten around her slight, yet very built, frame.
"What about when the Goddess turned the land to stone." I felt gentleness beginning to seep back into my tone, and tried in vain to fight it. She stilled, so suddenly, that I found myself gripping onto her waist to ascertain she was still straddling me. Her words were harsh, chilling.
"I was not chosen by Yune." The pain in her eyes echoed, stabbing into my heart. She was one of the strongest laguz that I had ever had the privilege to fight beside, and she knew it. But she had been turned to stone, along with the rest of the world. And it upset her, more than anyone else could have imagined. She felt she had failed, had been inadequate and useless. A fire sparked inside of me, and I captured her lips in mine, roughly, crushing her slight body to mine with certain wings, hands wandering down her hips, sliding down to catch in the crook of her knees, pulling her just enough so that i had to tilt my head back to hold our kiss. She slid her tongue across my lips, and I relented, easily, more than happy to catch her tongue in a war all our own. She moaned, and I all but cried at the vibration as I swallowed it. "I wasn't strong enough to be chosen, Tibarn."
"Lies." I told her, pulling at the belts she so painstakingly assembled around her midsection. "I don't care that you weren't chosen. I don't care that you ran away and hid. I care that you missed my birthday." She chuckled, and the sound vibrated against my chest, her tail flicking over my thighs.
"Well I think I'll make that one up to you." She whispered, huskily, into my ear. I was taken over again, by her scent, the smell of fresh pine forests, and wildness. Her hands slid my coat off, and with an expert practice disengaged the wraps around both my hands and my , she shoved my yellow shirt from my shoulders, and all but tore my belt and sword away, dropping them unceremoniously beside hers. As our lips locked again, her hands traced down my chest, tracing scars she knew were there, memorizing muscles she'd known for many years now. I slid my now- unwrapped hands over her legs, unlacing the stilettos without even glancing down, sliding her stockings way, massaging the well- muscled calves with harsh calloused fingers. She nipped at my tongue as I pushed against her, making me moan into her warm lips. "I've been away too long." She mumbled, and I slid a hand into her hair, tugging sharply. The color that blossomed on her cheeks was almost enough to make me smile, remembering how much pleasure it brought her to have her hair pulled.
"Much too long." I told her, releasing her hair as she slid a hand down to my crotch, massaging the bulge that was barely contained in my pants as of late. With practiced tugs, I pulled the laces from her corset- like covering, sliding my hands up the slim waist to her uncovered chest. Palming both mounds, I felt her squirm, brushing her tight hips against me roughly. I pinched one aroused nipple, and then the other, twisting as she bucked against my pants again. In a swift movement, I felt her shift, her legs on the floor now, reaching for my boots. They were disposed of as quickly as possible, tearing my cream- colored breeches from my legs. Our lips caught again, as she slid her hands over the exposed bulge, pulling my last sliver of clothing away with practice, moaning into my mouth as her fingers slid over the shaft.
"Wings." She whispered, and I opened them slightly, allowing her room to move as she saw fit. Her teeth nicked around my jaw, tongue trailing lightly down the side of my neck, placing a bite on my collarbone, trailing down to my chest. My hands threaded into her hair, as she slid her hands over my member, pumping, making me harder. My breath came in pants, slight moans escaping my lips as she kissed the inside of my thighs. Her tongue slid up my shaft, and I all but cried out there, feeling as she slid her tongue over the top and put me inside of her, bobbing her head with an alluring moaned again, the vibration only increasing pleasure as she picked up speed.
"Syrene!" I couldn't help but pull harder on her glorious hair as I came, as she stayed for a few moments to lick me clean. Still panting, she rose, stripping the skirt slowly. I was hard again, just watching the movement, followed by her panties. With a moan, she slid into a straddle again, rubbing her sex against my already hard member. My hands caught her chest and squeezed, making her cry out again in ecstasy. Sliding a hand into her hair again, we kissed, and she tugged on the long black locks I could call my own. In a swift movement, she had sheathed my cock inside of her, causing me to pull back on her brilliant green hair with shock.
"Mmm yes." She moaned, moving in the roughest way possible against my hips, riding me to her pleasure. I felt her tighten, sliding my hands down to rock her hips, continuing to pound into her through her orgasm, coming into her with another guttural shout. "How much time do you have before the meeting resumes?" She asked between gasps of air, running her hands over my chest, scraping lightly with sharpened nails.
"Don't care." I couldn't help but moan, lifting her up swiftly , moving to the bed that was still neatly made. With another swift movement, my lips were against her thighs, kissing, biting, in that slight patch of skin that skirt of hers would still cover. Her fingers tightened in my hair and her legs spread as I pressed my lips to her sensitive flesh, tasting her already- wet center. I felt my cat warrior arch, and slid my tongue into her accordingly, sucking, tasting. My Syrene whispered my name in her moans as I pleased her, sliding my thumb up to roll and please her clit, increasing her pleasure ten fold. When she came it was with a shout, shivering into me as I took the time to continue tasting her. When our eyes met again, there was a distinct flame in hers, that I knew was mirrored perfectly by the one in mine.
"Tibarn," Oh shit, was she using that tone with me? Hell, I loved that tone. It was the one she used to use to keep her sister in line. We called it her lecture voice. And man was I in for a lecture. She yanked on my hair, and I came up to kiss her passionately, slipping her legs up around my waist. Still keeping her lips melded to mine, I entered her, reveling in her pleasure as much as I did in mine. We quickly found a rhythm that fit our tastes, before moving faster, harder. One hand slid down my shoulder, and I felt her nails dig into me, drawing blood. I cared about as much as she did, yanking her head back and sucking on that sensitive spot on her neck. I angled my hips and continued to please her, walls clenching around me as she neared. Together, we crashed over the edge, and I rolled slightly to lay beside her; stroking one of my large hands over her rib cage. "I've missed you, Tibarn. And I am so greatful that you have not taken another lover." I raised an eyebrow.
"Another lover? Why would you even think such a thing?" Pause, as she locked violet eyes with mine. "Where have you been since you left Pheonicis, and why do I think its with too many beorc again?" Sh smirked, cuddling into my chest to whisper with hot breath just below my ear. I think she had answered this question already, but I couldn't honestly remember.
"Mostly Crimea. I did pay a nice visit to Begnion however." Sly little kitten, trying to follow us from the sidelines as we all fought. "My protection detail was over the Lord Bastian's mate, Lucia. It was to observe as rebellion struck and to follow in the aftermath. I am on," She sighed, sending goosebumps up my skin. "Temporary leave." So she had to go back. Damn. Damn it all. I was so hoping that this time she would be free to return with him, and stay there. I had the typical taloned jewelry stashed away somewhere around here, in one of the many drawers. I always brought it with me everywhere, as I often was unaware of where or when my cat- lady would show up. I broke of a kiss hastily, pulling back to look at her.
"Syrene, I have something to ask you." She nodded, her arms tightening around my neck as she waited. "Will you-" There was a loud cracking on the door as someone knocked.
"Hurry up Tibarn, you're going to be late. And I am not saving your ass in front of the counsel if you are ridiculously disheveled." Naillah; bless her heart and soul for being my savior, but she had really crappy timing.
"Ask me later." My lady whispered, pulling away to gather clothing. I watched her for just a moment, before rising to do the same. Right before I opened the door, I embraced her tightly, and felt the same need burning inside of her that was in me. "Go to counsel." I nodded once, opening the door slightly. When I joined Nailah, her lips were painted with the ghost of a smirk.
"Don't even say it." I hissed quietly. Her grin broadened.
"Oh don't worry. I wouldn't tell a soul. Though it's be hilarious to see Janaff and Ulki's reactions." My thoughts exactly. As we imagined such reactions, I realized I hadn't eaten. Ah, well. It was worth it.
Counsel dragged mercilessly on for the next two hours, and we still reached no plausible conclusion. We decided that the bird tribes would split up again; but only because Serenes was getting too small and underpopulated by animals. Slowly, I dragged myself back up to my room, hoping to see her. When I enterred, the window was cracked, and she was nowhere to be found. Damn it, she was gone again. Often enough, I would wonder if she was actually real, or just a figment of my imagination. My eye caught on something sitting on my desk; right beside that nice new crack that was evidence of her visit. Taking a few small steps, I knew exactly what it was. So glad she had found it, becaause I couldn't remember where I had put it, for my life.
"Tibarn," I picked up a folded note, and began reading. "I had full intentions of staying in Gallia to wait for you, but something came up in Crimea, and my assistance is necessary. As I was lokoing for one of my belts that you so carelessly threw about, I came across this. I do hope you had left it for me, and my answer is and always will be yes. I'll be home soon. With love- Syrene." Oh my goddess, was she getting in the habit of actually signing notes? It was a miracle. Had I left a betrothal necklace for her? Hell yes! And her answer! I sighed, and shook my head. She better be home soon.
Okay so I believe I am going to turn this into a two- shot, because I really want to write the reactions of Janaff and Ulki. I hope you enjoyed my tangent about Tibarn's life, and I can't wait to hear from you. I'm supposed to be writing my novel right now, but this was a wonderful distraction. As was the squirrel that ran into my window as I wrote this. Maybe he'll show up next chapter? I don't know. xD