Ravanys Tranir
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The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85 
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 7, 2016 12:31:29 GMT -8
Gods give me strength... Salya was making this quite hard for her. Although she looked confused when the noblewoman said she should remove her armor. She wasn't wearing her armor..? Though Ravanys did glance at her cloak, gloves, and blade... Maybe that was what Salya meant? Once the servant returned, she accepted the brandy, then set it on a nearby table. "Given I am not wearing my armor, I must assume you refer to my other trappings.. I shall.. relinquish them for now."
Unclasping her cloak, and removing her gloves from where they were tucked behind her belt, she unhooked her sword belt - complete with sheathed sword-, then offered all three to the servant with a sharp glance that said, 'If anything happens to these, it will be your head.' With that done, she picked up the brandy again and tried to settle more comfortably as she took a sip of it. She felt naked without her sword, despite still wearing her black tunic, breeches, and boots. "..I apologize if my formality is discomforting for you, Lady Salya. I am.. not accustomed to.. situations that require a relaxed demeanor." Especially when it means being around the woman I have inappropriate dreams about...
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 7, 2016 12:42:33 GMT -8
"Ahem..."
Salya turns rather red. Of course she's not wearing armor, why had she thought that? Just because every other time she'd seen the woman, she'd been in armor? She gives herself a mental smack. Gotta pay attention.
"Yes, the coat. Sorry, I'm unused to seeing you without the armor."
She shakes her head. What's gotten into her?
"Well, do your best. You certainly can't be on guard all the time, you'll wear yourself out."
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 7, 2016 12:58:28 GMT -8
Still sitting stiffly, Ravanys nodded, looking down into her brandy after taking another sip of it. "I usually prefer to wear my armor whenever possible, but it is currently undergoing inspection and repair." She preferred to do so on the days she was giving her report, as it was a good way to kill two birds with one stone, as it were. Glancing up at Salya, a tiny hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips upward for a fraction of a moment.
"It is my duty to be on guard at all times.. my solemn vow to protect House von Haren requires nothing less than the utmost diligence." Those eyes finally zeroed in on Salya's, filled with a blue fire, so different from their usual frigidity that it was startling. "I would give my life for you, Lady Salya. I can do no less than put my all into protecting you.. your House."
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 7, 2016 13:03:35 GMT -8
Salya looks a little taken aback by Ravanys's sudden declaration, but she quickly composes herself.
"Thank you, Captain. You always were one of the most loyal. That's why you're such a high-ranking officer, after all. But in Castle Harenhall, there is nothing to fear. The servants, as well as my undead, will be more than enough. I'm sure you can relax for just one day. You deserve it."
She stretches, then snaps her fingers. A fluffy cat walks over to her and climbs into her lap. She pets it gently, cooing to it.
"You're a good little kitty, Timbit."
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 7, 2016 23:59:20 GMT -8
Being one who rarely partook of alcohol, the brandy emboldened Ravanys, and as she allowed herself to relax into the chair, she found herself eyeing Salya appreciatively once more. Sipping at the rich liquid once more, she hummed as it burned its way down her throat, forming a warm pit in her belly. "Is that so? Tell me, Lady Salya; what would you recommend as far as.. relaxation? It is not an act I have much opportunity to partake of.. and the.. pleasures.. of such activities are unfamiliar to me."
In truth, Ravanys' definition of 'relaxation' was disguise herself, go to a pub, seduce the first willing wench, bed her, and then leave. She sincerely doubted she could do that here. ..Unless... Her gaze heated as it dragged slowly downward to rest upon the hint of cleavage visible at the low neck of Salya's dress. How drunk would she have to get the Von Haren lady to get her into bed? ..Very, more likely than not, given she was little better than a servant in Salya's eyes.
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 8, 2016 0:16:16 GMT -8
Salya smiles. The captain, usually so calm and confident, seems so unsure for some reason. But what to make of it? The captain knew her place, that was what made her so good.
"Ahem...I like to relax by reading books, myself. Mostly necromancy and summoning grimoires, although I have been known to enjoy a copy of 'Vinnie the swift' every now and then. Otherwise, I take walks, or play with Timbit."
She takes the cat's paws in her hands and waves them at Ravanys playfully. Timbit meows.
"Of course, everyone likes different things. What do you like, captain? I don't believe we've ever really spoken."
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 8, 2016 0:47:07 GMT -8
Reading held little to no interest for Ravanys, so this suggestion was accepted, weighed, and summarily dismissed. Taking walks were also of little appeal, as she spent a good deal of her time striding about at one speed or another. ..Playing with.. Timbit? Oh, there was a cat Ravanys wanted to play with, but it definitely wasn't the one Salya was currently wagging the paws of, even if it was a rather cute sight. Mostly because it was amusing, to see the necromancer treating the furry creature so. When asked what she liked.. Ravanys smirked.
"What do I like? Hmmm..." Taking a moment to consider this, she raised her free hand, stroking her thumb idly across her lower lip before it came to rest against her chin, the tip of her index finger circling the mouth of her glass absently. Then her gaze focused on Salya, flickering dangerously with fire, like a heat lightning storm. "I like the thrill of battle. The wind in my hair as I ride. And the heat of a willing partner's body writhing beneath my own.. taking my pleasure as I can is my only true.. release." And Salya would have to be blind not to realize just what gender Ravanys' preferred partners were, given the way the Dread Knight Captain looked at her.
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 8, 2016 11:41:40 GMT -8
"Huh?"
Salya's face reddens as she Ravanys talks about her...hobbies. Had she really just said that? Who would have thought the normally stoic captain would be so...forward?
"Um...well..."
Salya stammers, hating herself for it. This isn't how a noble is supposed to act!
"Ahem...tell me about the thrill of battle, Captain. Perhaps we can discuss the...other things later."
She drains the rest of her glass of wine in a single gulp and holds it out to be refilled. Timbit yawns, and squirms in Salya's lap. The necromancer plays absently with his ears.
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 8, 2016 11:53:28 GMT -8
Was Salya.. blushing? Ravanys found that ridiculously attractive. She wondered how the noblewoman would look bare, wearing nothing but her hair and a blush-- Shaking aside those thoughts, Ravanys tried to focus instead on what Salya had requested. It wasn't at all easy, given she was preoccupied with trying not to think other thoughts.. especially since Salya had suggested they might discuss other things later. Oh, that sent a thrill of excitement through her...
"There is no feeling quite like knowing that your life is resting in the balance. That the slightest wrong movement, the shortest moment of hesitation, the incorrect assessment of the opponent's skills and tactics.. could result in your death." She chewed on her lip for a moment, then brought the glass to her lips, taking another sizable swallow of the brandy. "It is absolutely exhilarating, every time you see the life flee from your enemy's eyes, and you stand there victorious, knowing that this day, it was not your death that was chosen, but theirs."
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Salya von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 8, 2016 16:29:46 GMT -8
"Oh?"
Salya smiles, managing to compose herself once more.
"I prefer to bring the dead back, myself. Similar to what you like, but in reverse. I like to take a dead corpse, someone who has clearly passed on, and breath life back into them. Not only that, but I like to make them mine. A personal servant."
Behind her, a maid shivers.
"You make the dead, I raise them back up. It seems we'd work well together."
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 8, 2016 18:44:31 GMT -8
It seems we'd work well together. Those words echoed within Ravanys' brain even as her pulse pounded in her ears. Oh yes, they would make a powerful pair. Ravanys taking away true life and culling the ranks of the enemy, all the while providing fodder for Salya's magics to bolster their own ranks. But her mind took another turn, thinking of how else they fit well together.. or would. She could see every luscious curve of the noblewoman's body, encased as it was in that dress, and she had to wonder.. how would the dips and valleys of Salya's form feel pressed against the hard angles of her own?
Drinking the last of her brandy, Ravanys' voice - husk from the liquor burn and the rising heat of her own desire - was heard, the words spoken before she could really stop to think if it was wise to do so. "I think there is another way in which we would work well, Lady Salya, if you would but be open-minded enough to consider it." The moment she realized what she'd said, Ravanys stiffened, her expression going stony to hide her dismay and shock as all the color fled from her already pale features. Her hand tightened on the glass it held, making the vessel creak alarmingly, but it didn't break. Oh dear gods. Salya was going to have her executed for such temerity.
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 9, 2016 10:46:49 GMT -8
"Huh???"
Salya's face flushes again as she realizes exactly what Ravanys just said. It was wrong, definitely wrong. She should have Ravanys struck down and have her family stripped of what little power it had left. And yet...it's somewhat tempting. She decides to err on the side of caution and see where Ravanys is going.
"Ahem...you'd best remember your place, Captain. If I were any other noble, you may have been punished. As it stands..."
She takes a deep breath.
"Perhaps we can...consider it."
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 9, 2016 11:20:40 GMT -8
The other woman's blush only inflamed Ravanys' desire more. Salya's words belied her reaction, but Ravanys knew there was more. And she received sweet confirmation. She would maybe consider it. Smirking, Ravanys set aside her now-empty glass of brandy and stood. "Well then, with your leave, Lady Salya, I believe I will take you up on that offer of a room for the night.. perhaps I shall indulge in a bath. We do not exactly have the luxury of hot water out in the barracks."
Turning to the nearby maid, she indicated the woman should lead her to whatever room was most convenient for her occupation. On the way out of the greeting area, Ravanys paused, and looked over her shoulder at Salya. "..Should you wish to.. discuss this matter, or.. consider it.. you know where to find me. Good day, Lady Salya." With that, she was gone, striding after the maid with a smirk on her lips. She had the feeling she'd be seeing Salya soon.
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 11, 2016 16:45:23 GMT -8
Salya sits in her chair, face burning. Had that woman really just...offered? And was she really considering it? She picked up Timbit from her lap and placed him on the ground, eliciting an unhappy meow. She ignores his protests, however, having suddenly become far too warm to have a cat on her lap. The servants steer clear of her as she squirms in her chair, biting her lip and considering her options. She could ignore Ravanys, and nothing would happen. Or...she could go to the bath and see what would happen. After some careful deliberation, she makes up her mind and heads upstairs. Taking a deep breath, she knocks on the door to the bath and walks inside, feeling the hot steam on her face.
"Hello?"
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 11, 2016 16:54:12 GMT -8
After having retreated, Ravanys cursed herself most of the way to the bath. What had she been thinking? There was no way Salya was going to take her up on her offer. She could probably expect to be dismissed from her station and whipped for her trouble. How dare she be so up-front with a noblewoman? Following the maid that was leading her to the bath, Ravanys looked fit to chew on nails. Hopefully the hot water would soothe away some of her tension.
She had just finished removing her clothes, and put them to one side in a neat folded pile, when she heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was a servant, she decided to ignore it.. until she heard the door open, and heard that voice. The one she never would've expected. Too stunned to think quickly and grab the robe that had been laid out nearby, Ravanys spun around, staring at Salya with a disbelieving expression. It was only then that she thought to blindly fumble for the robe and pull it onto her body, belting it loosely, which did nothing to hide that she was completely nude beneath the thin wool.
"..Lady Salya..?" The words were spoken breathlessly. Salya was there. With her. And Ravanys was veritably naked. Excitement spiked, sending a shiver through her body and making her breath catch. When she resumed breathing, it was rapidly, a shallow pattern of inhale-exhale that echoed the wild beating of her heart. "What can I.. do for you?" Can I maybe help you out of that dress and into my bed? That would be preferable. Ravanys barely suppressed a groan. Thoughts like that were going to be the death of her...
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Salya von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 12, 2016 18:33:37 GMT -8
Salya is speechless for a moment, unable to grasp the concept of words. What is she doing? This is insane! Ravanys is very clearly naked under than robe...
"Er...I wanted..."
She searches desperately for words, trying to decide what it is she wants. This is her last chance to back out. She could tell Ravanys off, or simply walk away. That's all she needs to do. But it's not at all what she wants to do...or is it? She can't decide.
"Uh...I want...you to...um..."
The necromancer stares desperately at the wall as though it has answers, unable to meet Ravanys's eye. What should she say? What should she do? What is she even doing right now?
"I want you to show me...what you were talking about. Back downstairs."
Taking a deep, almost panicked breath, she steps into the steam-filled room and grabs Ravanys's robe.
"I want you to show me right now."
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 12, 2016 22:59:41 GMT -8
Ravanys was certain she was going to lose her mind, standing there, waiting for Salya to speak her thoughts. Every word only heightened her tension, making the Captain wonder what she was going to hear. And finally, she got the answer she'd been yearning for. It was so surprising, no matter how much she'd desired it, that the woman was too stunned to act, at first. Which is precisely why she was doing nothing but standing there as Salya closed the space between them and grabbed her robe.
A husky sound of desperation was heard as her hands lifted, immersing her fingers in Salya's hair and pulling the woman into her as her head lowered, lips sealing against the necromancer's in a heated kiss. Nipping at her lips until they parted, Ravanys thrust her tongue into Salya's mouth, her dominant personality fueling the desire to conquer the other woman as her hands left that tousled mane of brown hair, sliding down to grip Salya's posterior and pull her firmly against the Dread Knight Captain.
Salya wanted to be shown what Ravanys had been talking about..? Ravanys was more than happy to comply.
<Fade to black>
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Salya von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 13, 2016 20:04:09 GMT -8
[Some time later]
Salya sighs with satisfaction, sitting up on one of the counters. She glances lazily around the room, taking in her surroundings. The bathtub is still full, although it's now cold and some of the water has been splashed onto the floor. Her clothes lie, discarded, by the door. Soap and other things have been knocked off the countertop. Idly, she decides that she'll have to send the staff in here to clean up later.
"Well...Captain. That was certainly...something."
She grins, looking at the woman who had just been her entire world for the last couple of hours.
"So that's what you like, huh? I can definitely see why."
There's a soft meow from outside the door, but Salya ignores it.
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 13, 2016 20:46:44 GMT -8
The bath had gone cold, certainly, but it was well worth it, and Ravanys had no problems with cold water. In fact, she had just finished dunking her head into the water and briskly scrubbing it with soap, and after rinsing it out, straightened to look at a very satisfied Salya. The grin that crossed her face was veritably wolfish as she moved closer, sliding a hand up Salya's bare thigh. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, my lady..." Her other hand joined its twin, moving up to rest on the noblewoman's waist.
"And should you decide you'd like a repeat performance.." Her head dipped, lips pressing to Salya's throat. She could go for hours yet, if the other woman wanted.. Ravanys was practically insatiable. Especially now that she'd had a taste of the lady she'd lusted after since first seeing her. "..you have but to summon me. I am yours to command." Pulling away from Salya was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do, but she managed with a frustrated groan, and went to retrieve her clothing.
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Salya von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 15, 2016 21:35:27 GMT -8
"Hehehe...I think that could be arranged.
Salya strokes Ravanys's bare skin softly and hops down from the countertop. Outside the bathroom, the meowing becomes more insistent. Sighing, she puts on her clothes and opens the door a crack. Timbit comes strolling in, meowing indignantly at having been locked out. Salya picks him up in her arms, holding him tight.
"Sorry, Captain. Timbit is so needy sometimes."
Timbit meows and tries to bat at Ravanys, and Salya giggles.
"Well, I'll be going off to bed. I'll be seeing you later, Captain."
With a flirtatious wink, she leaves the steamy bath and heads to her quarters.
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