~Palace Ision, Royal Chamber~
"Deebo Damour didn't show up for work?" Tritan asked with a raised eye brow.
"No King. Not even a note or anything. We do not know where he is." Chloe answered.
"Did you check his house?"
"No King."
"Why did you come here then? Check his house. Maybe he over slept."
Chloe bowed.
"I will go do that King."
She scuttled out of the chamber and Tritan shook his head at this nonsense.
"Not very hard...if he's not at work check his house."
Tritan's wife giggled in the throne next to his.
"I never did find the Board's all that smart."
~Palace Ision Garden's~
A harp was playing, sweet and wonderful. A voice sang along with it, sounding like the voice of an angel. The Garden itself was like an Eden. A small rock path twisted through it. Bright flowers and great big green bushes and trees made it colorful and shaded. A fountain located at the center was in the design of a half elf and high elf standing back to back with swords drawn and ready to battle. Water squirted up between them, soaking them in fine spray. Around the fountain was stone benches and a grape vine canopy.
Under the canopy on a stone bench sat a voluptuous dark elf gowned in a white loose garb that showed her fine legs and arms. Her white hair was brushed back with a large purple flower that matched her eyes behind one ear. Slim hands with finely crafted fingernails stroked the strings of the harp. Her full rosy lips sung the notes greatly, her eyes half closed as she allowed the music to flow over her.
Laying on the bench next to her was an iksar. He was chewing on a reed and his tail hung over the side of the bench, swaying slowly and lazily. His olive eyes stared up at the clouds and his arms were crossed behind his head. His head was mostly gray with a bit of white under his chin and along his snout. His legs were crossed near his ankles and he seemed as relaxed as ever.
The dark elf finished the song then leaned back with a puff.
"Last time I attempt that piece."
She leaned back against the Iksar's side. He turned over onto his side so she was laying against his stomach instead. He wrapped his scaly arms around her and placed his head in her lap.
"You did it wonderfully."
She stroked the top of his head with her delicate fingertips.
"Maybe. But it's hard. I need to get better before I try it again."
"Practice later."
He bit her softly on her side and pulled her harder against him. She laughed.
"Is that all you think about?"
"Yeah. Is that bad?"
Her eyelids drooped.
"Not at all."
~Palace Ision~
The dark elf and iksar moved through the halls of the palace, hand in hand. They admired a few of the paintings and the designs carved into the marble and painted on the walls.
"You do know who the Palace is named after right?" asked the dark elf.
"Chantora's husband?"
She nodded.
"She built Rafsgal for all the half breeds and mutts like her. She made her mother and Rechardo Cavaier the city hero's. Then she built the Palace in honor of her husband. I forgot what she did in honor of her children."
"For Chandara she made the library of healing. For Chaniel I think she made the tree grove. I do remember all that."
He grinned.
The dark elf shook her head in wonder.
"It really does seem like a long time ago but it wasn't. Only about 80-90 years perhaps."
The iksar rounded a corner and they headed down a hall with long carpets hanging from the rafters. The dark elf studied the carpets and discovered they were in the Halls of Hero's. They stopped and went over them. Aazzamzenla Legionair, Trallor Legionair, Aaz Van'dre, Tamour, Ruindar, Periah Skullcrusher, Perish Souldrestroyer, Sangori Sanspeur, Tinkdechant, and others. Near the end of the hall they found the most important ones. Chauntra Wolfrider was in the center and to one side of her was Rechardo Xavier and the other Kastor Orcryst.
"She loved him till the end. Even after all those years she still loved him. How long did she live before she joined him?" asked the dark elf, referring to Chauntra and Kastor.
"Well she was 24 when he died...Chantora was 34 when Chauntra supposedly returned. Add 80 to 34."
"113 years."
"She loved him for 113 years."
"It's amazing really. How someone could love someone who was gone for so long."
"What if I died?"
"HAH! That won't happen. I'll protect you."
A mischievous grin flashed across her face and the iksar returned it.
"You couldn't even protect yourself without me."
"Wanna bet? I could solo easy without you. I just kept you with me for the humor."
"You know you love me, woman."
"Hardly. You annoy me beyond imagining."
He frowned.
"You weren't saying that 15 minutes ago..."
If her skin hadn't been blue, he would of seen her blush. Recovering her composure, she grimaced.
"I was only pretending to enjoy myself."
"I'll try harder next time."
"You're not man enough."
"Shall I prove how manly I am? Now?"
"In here?"
He shrugged.
"Doesn't bother me."
She backed away from him.
"No way. This is the Hero's Hall. Not a garden."
He advanced on her.
"So what?"
"So we could get in really big trouble."
"Trouble is my middle name."
"You don't even have a middle name."
He pounced at her but swiftly she dodged. With a shout of glee she dashed down the hall, the iksar in her wake. They rampaged down the halls, through the castle, not knowing where they going but not really caring either. It was only until she turned a corner and bumped right into someone that the chase ended.
The impact from the other person sent her reeling. Before she could fall, she felt scaly arms press against her back as the pursuing iksar lifted her.
"Whoa Miss! What do you think you were up to careening around here like that?"
She opened her eyes to see a human male standing before. On top of his head was a crown.
"King Tritan!" she cried joyfully.
He leaned in closer to see.
"Chandris! Why you pretty little thing what are you doing here?"
She pushed herself up and embraced the King. He hugged her tightly, lifting her off her feet and almost squeezing the life out of her. He placed her on her feet then spotted the iksar.
"Stormist! HAHA you're both here!"
Stormist was crushed next in the big man's grip and he started to turn the same shade of blue as his wife.
"I can't believe you both are here! Well actually that's a stupid comment considering you two are always together." said the King with a hearty laugh.
"Aye I can't seem to get rid of him." Chandris agreed, fluttering her eyelashes and leaning against her lover.
"Blah shoosh you." the iksar responded, sliding his arm around her waist.
King Tritan smiled hugely.
"We'll have to celebrate! It's not everyday I have Chandris Moonseclipse and Stormist Overcast in my halls. How bout we have a big surprise city dance and dinner?"
Stormist was about to refuse but Chandris beat him to it.
"Dancing? Why of course we'd love that! I haven't gone to a party in a long while I have to admit though. Not really many thing's you get invited to when you get old." she answered with a sad smile.
"Ah don't worry old gal. We'll fix you up a dance you won't forget."
Stormist mumbled under his breath. He hated dancing. Chandris elbowed him in the rib.
"Ow!"
He glared at her and she kissed him on his scaly lips. Mentally he cursed her as he nipped her lips with his sharp teeth.
"I'll inform the Boards of Events and Holidays. We got a special occasion tonight."
"That'll be great Tritan." Chandris said smiling.
"Oh it will!"
The King gave them each a slap on the back.
"I'll see you two in a bit. I've got some work to do."
He strode off and Stormist looked down at his wife.
"Curse you."
She smiled sweetly.
"Soo what you wanna do now?"
He tilted his side to the side as he continued looking at her.
"I dunno. What you wanna do hun?"
"I dunno that's why I asked you. Guess we could go take out some BW giants if Aweiili is willing to come pick us up. If not I guess we could sell here for a bit. I still have that Ry'Gorr armor in the bank ya know."
"How much that sell for?"
"Can go for 1k. Selling for 800 though."
"Let's do BW."
"Good choice."
~Somewhere in Faydwer~
Larzuk yawned in the afternoon as he lay naked on his back in the lake. The water clear as glass washed over his soft scales.
Larzuk was a very odd looking man. Half dark elf, half iksar- he stature was one of an iksar for the most part. He was smaller by about a head on most Iksar's. His scales were softer and were a dark bluish-gray. His tail was also shorter then other Iksar's and his palms were flesh instead of scale. Purple eyes instead of the normal red and green but the thing that set him apart the most was that he had hair. Sprouting from his scalp, straight thin white locks cut short and out of the way. They were about as long as almost to his ear but he brushed them back and they usually stayed like that. He did have talons but they weren't as strong as his father's or any other Iksar's were.
He turned over in the water, stretching out on his side and allowing the sun to warm him. There was nothing better then just lying there in the water, completely at peace. He had never been so happy in his entire life. All the pain he had suffered in his childhood faded away until it seemed but a dream. All the emotional scars he had suffered, had finally healed and all under the gentle and tender touch of Kittyrana Fletcher.
The first day they had met he had though she was beautiful. They had been brought together on a quest to get the Arrow of Flight. They had spent weeks together in the woods searching for the brownie that carried it. In that time Larzuk's feeling for her blossomed from friendship into love. She was the first person who hadn't ridiculed or gave him strange looks about his blood lineage. She had been curious over it but never pried on which he had no wish to reveal. They used to stay up most of the night talking and every day they searched for the brownie, working together magnifenctly. When they finally found the brownie and retrieved the arrow, Larzuk planned to return to Rafsgal, returning to the lonely and dismal life from before, but out of no where Kittyrana had timidly asked him if he'd like to do another quest with her. Surprised and delighted, he had agreed.
For months afterwards they did quests together. The first day they had kissed had been paradise. The day he finally got up enough courage to propose to her, and actually have her say Yes was heaven. The day they first made love...there was no words to describe it. He could still remember it as though it had been yesterday. He treasured the memories, keeping the good ones at the surface and keeping the bad ones buried deep within. Kittyrana and him had never argued. There were no bad memories of her.
Sitting up Larzuk was about to reach for his clothes when he discovered them gone. Confused, he twisted about when suddenly something landed in the water beside him. Yelping he rolled to the side and leapt to his feet. He was shocked when he beheld a naked Kittyrana holding onto his clothes and standing calf deep in the lake.
"You scared the living Cazic out of me!"
She giggled and headed towards him.
"Never leave clothes on the shore where Kitty can get them hmm? I'll have to remember that one. And never be surprised when something jumps on you while you're trying to bathe-"
Her hands pressed against his lips, silencing him.
"Shut up." she said with a playful smile.
It was then that he finally took in her entire appearance. His eyes lit up with the fires of desire. So quickly and he wanted her, needed her.
He grabbed her and crushed her close, slanting his mouth over hers while tossing the clothes back onto shore. His hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her up against him, allowing her to feel his desire against her thigh. Her arms snaked around his neck, her mouth delving into his, her legs rubbing against his.
He backed up then slowly slid to the ground. He lay on his back and pulled her over him. He usually preferred the top but he wasn't about to crush her in the water. She rose over him and began to lower herself onto him, inch by agonizing inch. Larzuk gritted his teeth. Seizing her hips with his hands, he forced her down and thrusted up with his hips at the same time. With a gasp she leaned back as the sensations flooded through her. She had not expected that. Still forcing her down with his hands at her hips, Larzuk thrusted faster into her body. Rocking forward, Kittyrana leaned over and crushed her lips to his while at the same time thrusting backward with her hips. They moved together as a single being. Not on caress, not one thrust, not one push, not one moan or gasp of pleasure was wrong. Everything was perfect and better then Larzuk ever dreamed what love would be like.
He dwelled inside her for about 10 minutes when he felt the pressure building up to an extreme. Gripping her hips so tight his talons dug painfully into her flesh, he pushed her down and thrusted once more with all his strength. His seed spilled into her and she leaned far back until her hair brushed the water as she shuddered.
His head fell back into the water, his breathing fast and his flesh burning. Kittyrana straightened over him. She rolled off and cuddled next to his side in the water. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow as he ran talons through her hair.
"Love you." he whispered into her ear.
She snuggled closer against him and smiled in blissful joy.
"Love you more."
"Not possible."
"Oh it is."
"I doubt it."
"Oh yeah?"
She started tickling him and he gasped.
"No! For the love of Cazic-Thule no!"
She only laughed and continued tickling him until he grabbed her and pushed her back down into the water. He straddled her waist and held her wrists clenched under her hands.
"You, Lady Mooncast are getting to big for your britches."
"I don't wear britches!" she said laughing as the words Lady Mooncast filled her like warm jelly.
He eyed her critically.
"Actually...at this moment you don't appear to be wearing anything."
"If you just noticed that's pretty sad, dear."
He growled and once more invaded her mouth. He moved over her then, determined to take her again whether she was pressed into the water or not. Kittyrana though, complained not once.
~Somewhere in Faydwer~
Kittyrana lay on the chest of her love, listening to the sounds of his heart beats as he slept. He was totally exhausted after today. They had not made love like that in a long while. Twice in such a short time at the lake then once again when they were getting ready for bed. Truly Kittyrana enjoyed it thoroughly. She had to admit his covering of scales on secret places made it greatly more enjoyable for her. She had never told him such a thing though, not sure how he would react to it.
She glanced out the window wondering about another certain man out there right nearby. She wondered if he was ok.. She had not seen him in a long while. He had been keeping to himself for the most part, trying to deal with his loss and also with the punishment he would of had to suffer.
Kittyrana closed her eyes. She rubbed her hand over her belly, just once, then drifted to sleep.
