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Take All - Chapter 2
*Yawn*
Serena stirred among the pillows, slowly opening her eyes to see a sky only beginning to brighten from the ascent of the sun. She stretched her arms above her head languidly and rose to her feet. 'I'd better get to the Ankhn quickly or Luna will have my head.'
After changing into something more suitable, Serena quickly hopped down the stairs and bounced into the main room. She looked past the furniture to a large portrait on the wall. There in the picture, was her mother, Serenity. Whoever had painted the picture, had done so with painstaking detail, every nuance captured on canvas. Her mother was sitting in the picture and had her head propped in her hands, a gentle smile touching her face. Her silver hair spilled along her shoulders from their trademark hairstyle, two buns on the top. Serena felt an ache in her heart as she grinned and waved goodbye to the portrait.
Serena changed into her feline form and raced to the Ankhn, her silver coat of hair bristling in the wind. As she sprinted along the pathway, she could see the white spires of the Ankhn in the distance. Nearing her destination, she sensed others close by. She turned to see her close childhood friends running with her. She smiled inwardly.
Upon arrival at the Ankhn, the party changed and kneeled at the steps of the white temple, before rising to climb the steps.
"I love you guys! Thanks for coming to support me tonight," Serena said brightly. She embraced each of her "sisters" and they embraced her in return. Serena felt one of them tap her lightly on the nose.
"Silly, did you forget that Amy and I are also dancing in tonight's festival?" Lita replied warmly.
"I'm a bit nervous myself, but maybe I'll be able to find my mate soon after this," Amy said softly.
"Well, Amy, I knew you had it in you all along," Michiru laughed.
"Well, Michiru, don't you remember when we both danced that night?" Haruka inquired slyly.
"Oh good grief, love, your perverted antics are not welcome this early in the morning," Michiru said exasperated.
"Well, you certainly didn't complain that night, last night, or this morning for that matter," Haruka said, scratching her head.
*Whap!*
"Come now girls, let us be off," Michiru said as she left her mate lying in a daze.
Serena giggled at their behavior. If anyone else besides Kunzite could brighten her day, it had to be her dear friends. Lita and Amy were 18 and Michiru and Haruka were 23. Lita was tall, sported auburn locks and had forest green eyes. Amy was rather diminutive in stature, but was the most intelligent in their village. She had short, wavy blue hair and blue eyes to match. Michiru was of medium height, slender and had long, wavy sea- green hair and eyes. Haruka was tall, slender, sported pale blonde hair trimmed very short and had bold blue eyes. Serena was amazed at how they were all so different yet had come together so quickly.
She marveled at how closely bonded mates could be. Michiru and Haruka were no exception. It had come as a surprise to their Klan when it was discovered that they were mates, but then again, it was only one of a few unusual changes within the last century or so. Those two loved each other deeply and it was apparent to all in the Klan.
"Serena, I am rather startled. You did come at the time you promised," Luna remarked, reaching out to brush them all on the cheek.
"Luna, don't you have any faith in me?" pouted Serena.
"Not when it comes to punctuality my child, far from it. Your tardiness is a well-established trademark and even you cannot deny it," she said, eyebrows raised. "Come now, stop that grumbling and let us get started." Luna ushered all the three girls into a room filled with fabrics and other interesting items while Michiru and Haruka wandered off elsewhere.
Serena, Lita, and Amy gasped as they cautiously fingered the unique fabrics. Fabrics of every kind hung from the low ceiling, brightening the room with color. There was silk, satin, chiffon, all embroidered with complex designs. And along the niches in the wall, lay arm, slave, and ankle bracelets. Earrings, rings, and necklaces were spread out in a glass case, gemstones twinkling back at them. Each girl was told to pick out a set of fabrics and jewelry for the dance, only stipulation was they had to be certain of their choice, because what they chose would be theirs to keep as an heirloom.
Amy strode over to a set of baby blue fabrics and went over them. Her eyes settled on one in particular, a satin set that featured a silver tendril design. Her jewelry consisted of a sapphire anklet and simple blue earrings.
Lita decided on a dark-green silk set that had tiny gold leaves embroidered on it. Her jewelry consisted of an arm bracelet shaped like leaves and a gold chain for her neck.
Serena faced this task with indecision. Everything was so beautiful, that for the life of her, she really couldn't decide. She wandered about the room, studying the fabrics, until she caught a glimpse of something white peeking out from among other fabrics. She pulled it out and smiled. It was a heavy chiffon set, that had beautiful roses embroidered on the sleeves and the hem of the outfit. 'Perfect,' she thought. Next, she picked up two silver slave bracelets and two silver anklets that had rubies dangling from them.
As soon as the girls were done, they were sent to the bath to purify themselves. It was a spacious room with a sunken floor that held clear water. Flower petals bobbed on the surface of the water and candles were set in columns lining the bath.
For a time, the three relaxed and an easy silence descended upon them as they lingered in the water. Soon, other females joined them in the waters and spoke of the coming event. After a while, Serena, Lita, and Amy left to go don their outfits. Dusk was soon upon them and there was only an hour or so before the Dance began.
* * The pavilion where this was to take place, was located behind the Ankhn. There was a large, raised platform and a short white column holding a torch, graced each corner. Most of the Shivas were already present, excitement humming through the air. Many of the older people looked upon this with sentiment and the younger males looked upon this with anticipation.
Kunzite stood close to the platform and eagerly awaited Serena's arrival. He hoped that the gods would bless her that night. If there was a man truly deserving of her, then Serena could finally be at peace. He watched as a group of men and women set up small and large drums. Another girl dressed in red robes, walked past him to the group of instrument players. He recognized her as Molly, one of Serena's dear friends. Kunzite heard the crowds begin to clap and he turned around.
Luna and Artemis glided down the steps of the Ankhn to the floor of the pavilion, their eyes gliding warmly over their people.
"Now, we begin the procession. Induni setchili," Luna and Artemis said in unison.
They began moving forward through the parted crowd and following them were the maidens participating in the event. Colors of every spectrum graced the bodies of the women as they filed behind Luna and Artemis, their heads held high. The last person in line was Serena, her hair let down for the Dance. Her white robes billowed behind her as she ascended the steps of the platform. She raised the back of her hand to her forehead and glanced in Kunzite's direction.
Kunzite saw Serenity roll her eyes heavenward. He let out a low chuckle. 'She's such a brat sometimes.' He had been pleased with the girls as they filed out. Each one looked spectacular and he had no doubt that the gods would favor them tonight. Upon seeing Serenity though, well that had been another matter entirely. In long, white chiffon robes that trailed the ground and silky hair let loose, she seemed like a deity. He did not think he was being biased in his observation that she was the most beautiful Shiva, besides her mother, to ever exist. He knew that whoever her mate was, he was going to be blessed with a wonderful woman.
Luna and Artemis took their places, seating themselves in two splendid chairs on top of the platform. They nodded to Molly and the instrument players. The slow beat of the drums began and Molly's soprano voice rang out as the first stars appeared. She sang in their ancient tongue, words of love and passion.
The chosen virgins, all situated in a circle, began to move to the music. The crowd let out a hearty cheer and started clapping. Their circle slowly began to revolve, as the music picked up its beat.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, Serena became lost in the waves of music permeating the air. Without noticing, she slowly spun to the middle of the circle, subconsciously searching for more room to move. The power that normally lay dormant in her body until called upon, responded to her heightened state, and rose through her being, leaving her body in the form of invisible streamers.
Serena, unaware that she had released her power, continued on. And as the moon began its trek high into the sky, so did her power, roaming until it finally dissipated into nothing.
* * In a dark, fog-shrouded valley a few mountains away, a man sitting on a throne grew tense. He reached out a distracted hand to brush away the white strands of hair that hung over his face.
'What is this power I feel? It's not like anything I've encountered before.'
Burning with curiosity, Diamond, chief of the Mavanam, stood up and exited his palace. The grounds were empty of all life and silence blanketed the land. Within seconds, he was levitating in the air, above the fog surrounding his kingdom and after a moment's hesitation, took off to the east.
He flew until he came upon the lands of the Shivas. A small frown marred Diamond's features; he did not quite understand why the source he was seeking was situated here. The faint sounds of singing and drums floated his way and he sped towards the Ankhn to investigate. He stopped a short distance away from the pavilion, immediately merging with the shadows, unseen to all in attendance. His eyes were drawn to the platform and he smirked as he realized the Shivas were holding their annual, Da-kaya e Induni. He watched the females intently, instinctively knowing that the source of power he was looking for was right there.
Within in an instant, she appeared to him. Diamond, ruthless and cruel ruler, could only stare, eyes stunned at the vision that danced gracefully in the center of the platform. Silently, he molded himself into the shadows of the people to gain a better view. The young woman who had bewitched him had her hands in the air, weaving intricate designs only visible to her. Her fine, silver hair fell along her back in waves, and her mouth was slightly parted. Her face was slightly flushed and the white robes she was wearing, billowed in the wind.
Diamond was shocked that this.girl was the source of power he had felt. Even now, he could see small tendrils of power leaving her body. His attention focused solely on her; he understood why her power was foreign to him. It was the power of a pure soul, untouched by the chaos of war, a healing power and something else he couldn't put his finger on. This revelation was phenomenal, for no species possessed powers, unless they were of the Mavanam, and there weren't any Mavanam who had such powers.
As the dance reached its climax, Diamond decided that he would have her at all costs. Her innocence, beauty, and power combined intoxicated him and he felt something he had not felt in centuries, lust. A lust so powerful, he was tempted to reveal himself and abduct her in front of the entire Shiva Klan. But, his people had remained a secret Klan for a good reason and he would not jeopardize their hard work now. So, he retreated until he could barely make out the spires of the Ankhn.
He glanced back one last time with new goals in mind.
'I will have her, at all costs and discover where it is she acquired such power. And when I have what I need, I will force her to sire my children. Yes, I will enjoy having a subservient queen, whether she wishes it or not.'
* *
Induni (plural): virgins
setchili: commence Da-kaya: Dance e: of
* *
AN: So there we have it everyone! All right, for those anticipating the arrival of Darien, worry not, for he will arrive in.*drumroll*.Chapter 3. Anyone who's read my stories know that even though I lo-ve Darien, I'm rather infatuated with Diamond (since he does appear in almost every fic I've written). So dark.^_^ Although, come to think of it, there are a lot of de-li-cious males in the SM universe. *LOL* Oh, and for those wondering how Diamond seems to know so much and who he is, well that will be revealed in due course. Although, the story may have moved slowly, fear not, for such things must occur before the action begins, I mean, I do have to set up everything. And there will be some action (what type of action?).hey now, no ecchi thoughts minna-chan, there are innocent people standing by. A big hug *wipes away a random tear* to all the wonderful people who have read and reviewed, it means the world to me! See ya next chapter!
Take All - Chapter 2
*Yawn*
Serena stirred among the pillows, slowly opening her eyes to see a sky only beginning to brighten from the ascent of the sun. She stretched her arms above her head languidly and rose to her feet. 'I'd better get to the Ankhn quickly or Luna will have my head.'
After changing into something more suitable, Serena quickly hopped down the stairs and bounced into the main room. She looked past the furniture to a large portrait on the wall. There in the picture, was her mother, Serenity. Whoever had painted the picture, had done so with painstaking detail, every nuance captured on canvas. Her mother was sitting in the picture and had her head propped in her hands, a gentle smile touching her face. Her silver hair spilled along her shoulders from their trademark hairstyle, two buns on the top. Serena felt an ache in her heart as she grinned and waved goodbye to the portrait.
Serena changed into her feline form and raced to the Ankhn, her silver coat of hair bristling in the wind. As she sprinted along the pathway, she could see the white spires of the Ankhn in the distance. Nearing her destination, she sensed others close by. She turned to see her close childhood friends running with her. She smiled inwardly.
Upon arrival at the Ankhn, the party changed and kneeled at the steps of the white temple, before rising to climb the steps.
"I love you guys! Thanks for coming to support me tonight," Serena said brightly. She embraced each of her "sisters" and they embraced her in return. Serena felt one of them tap her lightly on the nose.
"Silly, did you forget that Amy and I are also dancing in tonight's festival?" Lita replied warmly.
"I'm a bit nervous myself, but maybe I'll be able to find my mate soon after this," Amy said softly.
"Well, Amy, I knew you had it in you all along," Michiru laughed.
"Well, Michiru, don't you remember when we both danced that night?" Haruka inquired slyly.
"Oh good grief, love, your perverted antics are not welcome this early in the morning," Michiru said exasperated.
"Well, you certainly didn't complain that night, last night, or this morning for that matter," Haruka said, scratching her head.
*Whap!*
"Come now girls, let us be off," Michiru said as she left her mate lying in a daze.
Serena giggled at their behavior. If anyone else besides Kunzite could brighten her day, it had to be her dear friends. Lita and Amy were 18 and Michiru and Haruka were 23. Lita was tall, sported auburn locks and had forest green eyes. Amy was rather diminutive in stature, but was the most intelligent in their village. She had short, wavy blue hair and blue eyes to match. Michiru was of medium height, slender and had long, wavy sea- green hair and eyes. Haruka was tall, slender, sported pale blonde hair trimmed very short and had bold blue eyes. Serena was amazed at how they were all so different yet had come together so quickly.
She marveled at how closely bonded mates could be. Michiru and Haruka were no exception. It had come as a surprise to their Klan when it was discovered that they were mates, but then again, it was only one of a few unusual changes within the last century or so. Those two loved each other deeply and it was apparent to all in the Klan.
"Serena, I am rather startled. You did come at the time you promised," Luna remarked, reaching out to brush them all on the cheek.
"Luna, don't you have any faith in me?" pouted Serena.
"Not when it comes to punctuality my child, far from it. Your tardiness is a well-established trademark and even you cannot deny it," she said, eyebrows raised. "Come now, stop that grumbling and let us get started." Luna ushered all the three girls into a room filled with fabrics and other interesting items while Michiru and Haruka wandered off elsewhere.
Serena, Lita, and Amy gasped as they cautiously fingered the unique fabrics. Fabrics of every kind hung from the low ceiling, brightening the room with color. There was silk, satin, chiffon, all embroidered with complex designs. And along the niches in the wall, lay arm, slave, and ankle bracelets. Earrings, rings, and necklaces were spread out in a glass case, gemstones twinkling back at them. Each girl was told to pick out a set of fabrics and jewelry for the dance, only stipulation was they had to be certain of their choice, because what they chose would be theirs to keep as an heirloom.
Amy strode over to a set of baby blue fabrics and went over them. Her eyes settled on one in particular, a satin set that featured a silver tendril design. Her jewelry consisted of a sapphire anklet and simple blue earrings.
Lita decided on a dark-green silk set that had tiny gold leaves embroidered on it. Her jewelry consisted of an arm bracelet shaped like leaves and a gold chain for her neck.
Serena faced this task with indecision. Everything was so beautiful, that for the life of her, she really couldn't decide. She wandered about the room, studying the fabrics, until she caught a glimpse of something white peeking out from among other fabrics. She pulled it out and smiled. It was a heavy chiffon set, that had beautiful roses embroidered on the sleeves and the hem of the outfit. 'Perfect,' she thought. Next, she picked up two silver slave bracelets and two silver anklets that had rubies dangling from them.
As soon as the girls were done, they were sent to the bath to purify themselves. It was a spacious room with a sunken floor that held clear water. Flower petals bobbed on the surface of the water and candles were set in columns lining the bath.
For a time, the three relaxed and an easy silence descended upon them as they lingered in the water. Soon, other females joined them in the waters and spoke of the coming event. After a while, Serena, Lita, and Amy left to go don their outfits. Dusk was soon upon them and there was only an hour or so before the Dance began.
* * The pavilion where this was to take place, was located behind the Ankhn. There was a large, raised platform and a short white column holding a torch, graced each corner. Most of the Shivas were already present, excitement humming through the air. Many of the older people looked upon this with sentiment and the younger males looked upon this with anticipation.
Kunzite stood close to the platform and eagerly awaited Serena's arrival. He hoped that the gods would bless her that night. If there was a man truly deserving of her, then Serena could finally be at peace. He watched as a group of men and women set up small and large drums. Another girl dressed in red robes, walked past him to the group of instrument players. He recognized her as Molly, one of Serena's dear friends. Kunzite heard the crowds begin to clap and he turned around.
Luna and Artemis glided down the steps of the Ankhn to the floor of the pavilion, their eyes gliding warmly over their people.
"Now, we begin the procession. Induni setchili," Luna and Artemis said in unison.
They began moving forward through the parted crowd and following them were the maidens participating in the event. Colors of every spectrum graced the bodies of the women as they filed behind Luna and Artemis, their heads held high. The last person in line was Serena, her hair let down for the Dance. Her white robes billowed behind her as she ascended the steps of the platform. She raised the back of her hand to her forehead and glanced in Kunzite's direction.
Kunzite saw Serenity roll her eyes heavenward. He let out a low chuckle. 'She's such a brat sometimes.' He had been pleased with the girls as they filed out. Each one looked spectacular and he had no doubt that the gods would favor them tonight. Upon seeing Serenity though, well that had been another matter entirely. In long, white chiffon robes that trailed the ground and silky hair let loose, she seemed like a deity. He did not think he was being biased in his observation that she was the most beautiful Shiva, besides her mother, to ever exist. He knew that whoever her mate was, he was going to be blessed with a wonderful woman.
Luna and Artemis took their places, seating themselves in two splendid chairs on top of the platform. They nodded to Molly and the instrument players. The slow beat of the drums began and Molly's soprano voice rang out as the first stars appeared. She sang in their ancient tongue, words of love and passion.
The chosen virgins, all situated in a circle, began to move to the music. The crowd let out a hearty cheer and started clapping. Their circle slowly began to revolve, as the music picked up its beat.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, Serena became lost in the waves of music permeating the air. Without noticing, she slowly spun to the middle of the circle, subconsciously searching for more room to move. The power that normally lay dormant in her body until called upon, responded to her heightened state, and rose through her being, leaving her body in the form of invisible streamers.
Serena, unaware that she had released her power, continued on. And as the moon began its trek high into the sky, so did her power, roaming until it finally dissipated into nothing.
* * In a dark, fog-shrouded valley a few mountains away, a man sitting on a throne grew tense. He reached out a distracted hand to brush away the white strands of hair that hung over his face.
'What is this power I feel? It's not like anything I've encountered before.'
Burning with curiosity, Diamond, chief of the Mavanam, stood up and exited his palace. The grounds were empty of all life and silence blanketed the land. Within seconds, he was levitating in the air, above the fog surrounding his kingdom and after a moment's hesitation, took off to the east.
He flew until he came upon the lands of the Shivas. A small frown marred Diamond's features; he did not quite understand why the source he was seeking was situated here. The faint sounds of singing and drums floated his way and he sped towards the Ankhn to investigate. He stopped a short distance away from the pavilion, immediately merging with the shadows, unseen to all in attendance. His eyes were drawn to the platform and he smirked as he realized the Shivas were holding their annual, Da-kaya e Induni. He watched the females intently, instinctively knowing that the source of power he was looking for was right there.
Within in an instant, she appeared to him. Diamond, ruthless and cruel ruler, could only stare, eyes stunned at the vision that danced gracefully in the center of the platform. Silently, he molded himself into the shadows of the people to gain a better view. The young woman who had bewitched him had her hands in the air, weaving intricate designs only visible to her. Her fine, silver hair fell along her back in waves, and her mouth was slightly parted. Her face was slightly flushed and the white robes she was wearing, billowed in the wind.
Diamond was shocked that this.girl was the source of power he had felt. Even now, he could see small tendrils of power leaving her body. His attention focused solely on her; he understood why her power was foreign to him. It was the power of a pure soul, untouched by the chaos of war, a healing power and something else he couldn't put his finger on. This revelation was phenomenal, for no species possessed powers, unless they were of the Mavanam, and there weren't any Mavanam who had such powers.
As the dance reached its climax, Diamond decided that he would have her at all costs. Her innocence, beauty, and power combined intoxicated him and he felt something he had not felt in centuries, lust. A lust so powerful, he was tempted to reveal himself and abduct her in front of the entire Shiva Klan. But, his people had remained a secret Klan for a good reason and he would not jeopardize their hard work now. So, he retreated until he could barely make out the spires of the Ankhn.
He glanced back one last time with new goals in mind.
'I will have her, at all costs and discover where it is she acquired such power. And when I have what I need, I will force her to sire my children. Yes, I will enjoy having a subservient queen, whether she wishes it or not.'
* *
Induni (plural): virgins
setchili: commence Da-kaya: Dance e: of
* *
AN: So there we have it everyone! All right, for those anticipating the arrival of Darien, worry not, for he will arrive in.*drumroll*.Chapter 3. Anyone who's read my stories know that even though I lo-ve Darien, I'm rather infatuated with Diamond (since he does appear in almost every fic I've written). So dark.^_^ Although, come to think of it, there are a lot of de-li-cious males in the SM universe. *LOL* Oh, and for those wondering how Diamond seems to know so much and who he is, well that will be revealed in due course. Although, the story may have moved slowly, fear not, for such things must occur before the action begins, I mean, I do have to set up everything. And there will be some action (what type of action?).hey now, no ecchi thoughts minna-chan, there are innocent people standing by. A big hug *wipes away a random tear* to all the wonderful people who have read and reviewed, it means the world to me! See ya next chapter!