// <span style='color:3D0707'>Timestamp</span> \\ <span style='color:690000'>Quarter:</span> Dyo <span style='color:690000'>Day:</span> 12th <span style='color:690000'>Year:</span> 81378 // <span style='color:#808080'>Nassor Runihura Akhenshu</span> \\ Primary Trade ¤ Rogue (A) Secondary Trade ¤ Aerokinesis (A) Tertiary Trade ¤ Languages (A) \\ OOC: This is a private thread for Odi and my characters; Nassor and Odi. Pretty please, don't join in. Feel free to watch! But no touchy. XD Ah, and for referance.. http://aggysstash.homestead.com/files/tilghe.htmthe tilghe translator</a>. Nassor and Aodh'll be conversing a bit. ;) \\ IC Nassor was quite amused. He'd already gotten himself lost twice. Well. Once. The other time he "lost" himself in the ladies' showers had been on purpose. Well worth it, however, to see a bunch of irritated femmes ready to pummel him. Aodh was busy sleeping. The tilghe had decided that he would sleep atop the black duffel bag that Nassor was carrying, the strap slung across his chest and shoulder. So the white creature was really of no help at all. Nassor would have to find his room by himself. The charcoal male had met with the principal, introduced himself, and gotten a room supposedly unoccupied. This had unnerved the male a bit - he didn't particularly like being alone. Though, with Aodh, he was hardly ever alone. But a tilghe was not a pendragon. And not every pendragon was a young female with lucious curves. Carrying his duffel would have been difficult in a quadropedal position, so on two legs he saunters, bipedal. His tail swings behind him merrily, the bi-colored flame flickering. The hall was a little too mute for his liking, so the male begins to whistle a lively jig. He had to refrain from dancing, for Aodh might suddenly come back to life and injure him for the annoyance. But that didn't keep a large, joyful grin from spreading out across Nassor's features. Due to his bipedal form, he'd taken a moment to clothe himself before he arrived. Traveling nude as a quadroped was easier, but as a biped, he felt the need to be stylish. Today, however, he was dressed comfortably. A white guinea T covered by an unbuttoned button-up short-sleeved shirt, dark blue in color. His pants were jean, torn ragged just below his knees, leaving his shins and ankles bare. His feet were likewise bare - he didn't much like shoes - earth between his toes was a wonderful feeling. But this morning his toes were clean. No tracking mud in this pristine school! Pausing the whistle for a moment, he looks again to the paper in his left hand. Which after reading the dorm number, 4385, written in ink across it, the male looks at the numbers on the doors around him, on both sides of the hall. <span style='color:#808080'>"4378, 4379.."</span> he smiles, <span style='color:#808080'>"Getting close, now!"</span> He couldn't help it. Mixed in with some apprehension of a routiene (for he was used to being his own master) he was doubly excited. Something about this place made him feel lively. (Or.. perhaps that was just the abundance of females in one place..) Stopping in front of one door, the male ceases his bubbly tune, and smiles at the number. 4385. His number. A satisfied sigh escapes his lips, as he takes the key, unlocks the bolt, and opens the door, pushing his way through. His head angled downwards, to be sure he didn't step on anything, the mop of brightly colors hair falls across his vision, obscuring any real view of this miniature apartment. Turning his tongue to that of the tilghe language, he shakes his duffel bag, <span style='color:#808080'>"Aodh, zegi ob ayo cexa mesg yw pyrim."</span> Aodh doesn't bother moving, even though the black duffel swings back and forth. He simply hangs on, and continues pretending to sleep. <span style='color:#808080'>"Aodh.."</span> Nassor's tone warns the "sleeping" creature. <span style='color:#808080'>"Uw ayo tyr'd zegi ob U'cc legi ayo bod ezea ecc la scydnim yr ayoh yzr."</span> The white tilghe snorts, U hiwomi. Defeated for the moment by the stubborn, sleeping tilghe, Nassor lifts the bag off his shoulder, and puts the bag on one of the beds. <span style='color:#808080'>"Wuri dnir. Tyr'd lyfi."</span> Aodh's draconic face turns into a smile, Iqesdca. Nassor happened to find this quite amusing: Aodh being more stubborn than himself. But, then again, Nassor wasn't one to be very stubborn. So, he'd let the creature sleep. While he waited for his highness to awaken, the male would look about this empty apartment. Perhaps he'd get some ideas on how to decorate it. Brushing back the mop of hair with his right hand, the pendragon looks back to the door he'd left open. To the left there was a kitchen - complete with a breakfast bar, stools, and other amenities. To the right, a bathroom. From what he could see, there was both a shower, and a bath, as well as toilet, sink, and mirror. There were two beds, each with dressers not far, and a trunk at the foot of each bed. The one bed he found himself standing at the foot of, on one side of the room, and one on the other side of the room, which.. was.. unmade? Curiosity instantly got the better of him. What kind of housekeeper was there at this school? Didn't someone take care of the unnamed rooms, so they wouldn't be disgusting when the new occupants moved in? The mute-colored male strides across the floor to the other bed, the coverlet tossed downward and rumpled as if freshly slept in. Now that he was close enough, he noticed some clothing had been thrown haphazardly on the bed as well - someone must have dressed in a hurry to go somewhere. The twinkle in his eye gleams and his giddy grin shows all his teeth as he gingerly picks up one of the clothes strewn closest to him with his right hand. He tilts his head, as if trying to imagine the frame of the owner, wearing this intimate piece of clothing. What exactly had the male captured? Why, nothing other than a black lacy thong.
<span style='color:gray'> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>This is a really bad post. I apologise. I think I'm having a Writer's block. I'll get better though - I promise! xD</td></tr></table> Mere moments before Nassor had come across room 4385, a naked, bipedal feline form had slid out of the shower, a content smile playing about her lips. Thin layer of polar white fur, dashed here and there with bands of cherry red and midnight black, now took a silky shine - pure snow white hue near glowing with eerie brightness. The vibrant scent of Vanilla twisting and turning about trim form, the female approuched a mirror, snatching a towel up from a counter near the sink. CLICK. One alabaster ear perking, Odi froze in place. She knew that sound. It was the very same click that she heard at least twice every day - the latch on the door unlocking. Rushing slightly, she quickly pulled the pale blue towel around her chest, gathering it within one hand at the side. Straining both ears now, pure cobalt oculars aimed downwards in concentration, the duo-banded wild cat listened. There was someone in her Dorm. Lifting her left hand to brush through drenched tresses of scarlet and black, which had once been clinging to polar coloured visage, Odi turned, heading for the door. Slightly apprehensive, a slender hand rested over the door handle, twisting it open silently. Pulling the door open, cobalt gaze strained around the corner of the door frame, looking out for any intruders.. But, gaze only fell on one. A male. And, a rather handsome male, at that. And also one that was.. Looking at her underwear? Although reasonably shocked to see this forward, ashen grey male fingering one of her most delicate, lacy black thongs, Odi's confidence instantly grew. A sly and seductive smile crept silently across ivorn muzzle, as the curvy feline figure slid around the bathroom door, leaning suggestively in the door frame. Towel lowered in a teasing position, resting just above her bust, whip-like tail swayed rythmically, protruding just below the sheet of damp, pale blue material. Folding her arms over the towel to hold it up, and at the same time creating a cheeky 'Hey Sexy, what're you doing in my room' look, soft lips parted to speak. Refering to the intimate piece of underwear hanging from the males hand, tones were laced with power, and slight questioning curiousity. "You like?"</span>
\\ OOC: lmao! I'm already lovin' Nassor. So smooth. ... Why can't guys be like that in RL without being absolute jerks? XD \\ IC Nassor's ear sweeps back at the sound of a light voice - obviously feminine. It was also obvious by her tone she was playing coy. It also carried an air of authority, which he assumed was probably added just in case she thought he was any type of monster she'd have to intimidate and mutilate. Now, most males would've dropped the evidence of their snooping like a hot rock. Denied everything. Denied even thinking what the girl might think they were thinking! But oh, no, not Nassor. The mute-colored male turns his head slowly, his grin enduring, and perhaps widening as he lets his mismatched eyes wash over the semi-naked femme. Well, his imagination was right. Her curves matched what he'd envisioned filling out the panties. And now he had a pair of legs to look at as well. The rest of her was covered with a towel, but by fuzzy logic, if he stared long enough, he'd be able to guesstimate what the rest of this sexy female looked like without the towel. The answer to her question was simple enough, and he nods as he says it, as if giving permission for her to wear such a delightfully small article of clothing. <span style='color:#808080'>"Quite."</span> He sets the intimate clothing back where he'd found it, gingerly of course - he wasn't going to be rough. Yet. And then, not being able to help himself, he looks at just about every portion of this femme except her eyes, as he speaks. <span style='color:#808080'>"Not that I don't mind anyone using the room's facilities, nor a pretty femme such as yourself being the culprit, but.. what exactly are you doing in my room?"</span> Nassor's mismatched eyes finally meet hers as the question is pronounced, and he doesn't look anywhere else afterward. He'd satiated his masculine visual tendencies long enough, now he'd play to the girl, and look her in the eye when talking, instead of at her chest. He found they appreciated that. They thought he was listening when he did. (And surprisingly enough, he usually was, even if studying a body part below the girls' neck. A wonderful memory served him well when the girl quizzed him on what she'd said. And they always were tickled when he could answer the questions flawlessly.) Thus, now her ears, hair, nose, eyes, lips and cheeks get his visual attention. (Now, whenever she walked away from him, he'd be gazing at an altogether seperate set of cheeks...) And all through this, Aodh continues "sleeping" on the duffle. He had no interest in Nassor's extra curricular activities, and tended to leave the 'master' weave his seductive web alone. With this femme, though, Aodh sleepily wondered who would end up playing whom.
<span style='color:gray'> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I agree - Nassor's fantastic. All guys should be like him! Odi's just a major flirt. xP</td></tr></table> A light smirk etched itself 'innocently' into Odi's features, upon hearing the male's forward remark. She had been expecting her thong to be dropped immediately, or hidden hastily behind mute-coloured back. But no - this one had done quite the contrary. He'd kept a delicate hold on the lacy undies, until some moments later. Well well, lucky her - to have such a brave male stray into her Dorm. What exactly are you doing in my room? ...His room? Well, that certainly wasn't expected. Remaining quiet for a moment, cobalt gaze took note of the black duffle bag strewn across the bed on the opposite side of the room - equipped with a small, and unknown white creature. Something must've gone wrong done at the Front Foyer - as room number 4385 was certainly occupied. Tilting her head a little, Odi composed herself. Now only holding a very loose grip on the towel - the opening much nearer her front now, she began to dry herself roughly all over, all the while nearing closer to her bed. Hand taking a moment to rumage through the small pile of clothing resting on her duvet, two black garments were lifted - one of which had moment ago resided in a certain male's charcoal hand. "Your room?" Tones questioning, Odi wandered back slightly, once more into the open space of the small Dormitory. Turning her back on the mute-coloured male, a unseen, but sly grin caught twisted in her features, the pale blue towel was dropped to the floor. The previously semi-naked bipedal feline now there stood - only her backside in view. It was clear that she was proud of her trim and slender figure - and quite rightly, she had nothing to be afraid off. Her form followed a symetrical pattern of sharp curves, each inch lined with thin, polar white fur. Whip-like tail, banded with cherry and ebony at the base of her spine, flowed swiftly in a rythmic movement - something which not only created a hypnotising effect, but drew attention to that certain other pair of cheeks. "No no, dear. You've got it all wrong. This is my room." Her back still turned, the two pieces of delicate, lacy clothing - both a bra and the very same thong which she had caught the other with moments ago - still held within delicate fingers, Odi began to dress. After a few moments of stretching, and bending her figure into the underwear pieces, even though Odi now resided only in her intimate clothing - she felt ever so slightly more comfortable. Now was no time to be naked with this male. Not yet, any way. Both turning to face him and bending down to pick up her towel at the same time, cobalt gaze traced over masculine form. Nice. Muscled - but not too large, and bulky. To bad that body had to be covered by a layer of clothing. Rising once more to duo-banded feet, the towel was rougly brushed over dripping wet tresses. "I moved in two or three days ago." And so, there she stood. In some of her sexiest black underwear - in front of a random male that had wandered into her Dorm only a few minutes ago. A hand took place on one hip, towel having been flung onto her bed after hair had become as dry as possible. Cerulean oculars silently watched the other, looking for some sign of a reaction in the other. </span>
Nassor would've purred contentedly, had he allowed himself the (in this particular context) rude noise, as she drops the towel, her back to him. Imagination was replaced with realism, which, if he did say so himself, was better than the fantasy he'd toyed with mere seconds ago while she had still been wrapped in the towel. His greedy gaze sweeps over her frame a second time, this time taking in the curves of her body from behind; the nape of her neck to her shoulders, her rib cage as it dips in to a slim waist, than out again over luxurious hips where her bare rear end interested him most. Her whip like tail offered her a bit of modesty in that area. Shortly thereafter, her back and hips are partially covered up by her intimate clothing - the thong still allowed him a lengthy stare at her snow white cheeks. All the while he'd been mulling over what she'd said: her room? But they'd told him this dorm was quite barren of any pendragon occupants. They must've made a mistake. But.. he wasn't about to contest their mishap! As she turns to face him, and retrieve her towel from the floor, the male takes a second greedy gaze, this time at her chest. Pity it was covered by her bra! Back to her eyes and face his bicolored oculars go, as she stands again and dries her hair with said towel. So, she'd moved in a few days ago, eh? The silver tongued male thoughtfully replies, <span style='color:#808080'>"My apologies, then: they must've alloted me to the wrong room. Should I.. go clear this mishap up? Or would you mind my keeping you company.. in this dorm?"</span> Nassor smiles. He couldn't help himself. The idea was tantalizing. He hoped she wouldn't order him out: getting a view of this eye candy every day would certainly make him love school all the more.. But, he would be a gentleman and ask her permission to remain, and leave if she wished it. But that didn't mean he couldn't whisper a hundred prayers to all the gods he knew and keep his fingers crossed that he could stay!
<span style='color:gray'> A request to stay? Odi couldn't have asked for more. Waking up to see such a handsome creature every morning? The only possible thing that could be better, would be waking up with such a handsome creature every morning.. And who was to say, that it may not become a reality eventually? Such a fine pair, sharing living quarters, and all.. Very pleased to see the other's mis-matched gaze washing over her frame, Odi too, took in an eyeful once more. This time though, she focused less on the male's figure, and more so on his visage. His general colours were so contrasting to hers - the mute charcoal greys of varied tones, and the flame-like oranges and yellows. Such a fine creature he was - the almost regal looking stripe running up along his muzzle, between a set of curious, oddly coloured oculars. Smiling slyly, head lowered ever so slightly, and eyes near-half covered by lids in a seductive gaze, Odi walks towards the other - her semi-naked form brushing past the charcoal male's side. Her back to him once more, she shifts through a pile of clothing, whilst speaking a reply; "Well, I'd absolutely adore the company, Love. It all depends on you - do you think you'll be able to handle my company?" Leaning over the bed slightly, her previously described snow white cheeks sticking out somewhat in a sexy curve, the feline continues to search through her clothes. Looking for the right outfit? Or simply enjoying being half naked around this other? ..Who could say?</span>
As she brushed past him, it took every fiber of his body and mental resolve to restrain himself from reaching out with all five fingers of one hand and wrap them around one south-of-the-border cheek. But he managed it. Somehow. Looking back, he wouldn't be able to recollect how. She was teasing him, he could tell that. And with a bit of admiration, he noted how good she was at it! To keep his hormones under control, he'd have to keep looking to her eyes - anywhere else just might torment the poor soul to simply let go of all formalities. Maybe she'd enjoy an animalistic encounter.. but the tension created by their posturing, word play, and overall flirting was far too much fun to give in now. Nassor grins confidently at her, <span style='color:#808080'>"I do believe I can manage it."</span> If nothing else, this living arrangement would train him on self control, given the treat that was being held just out of reach by social norms! <span style='color:#808080'>"As your new roommate,"</span> he continues, <span style='color:#808080'>"I do believe I should properly introduce myself: my name is Nassor Runihura Akhenshu, please just call me Nassor."</span> Or anything else she pleased, really! Spoken from her lips, he would welcome even the most demeaning of nicknames. With a twinkle in his eyes, and a bit of hopefulness in his tone, he queries; <span style='color:#808080'>"Might I have the pleasure of your own name?"</span> At the notion of introductions, Aodh opens one eye to reveal a blood red iris. Otherwise he remains motionless. Once the femme had decided whether or not to share her name, if Nassor was rude and forgot to introduce the tilghe, he would remind his pendragon friend that just because Nassor had acquired a new interest, he shouldn't forget his companion!
<span style='color:gray'> So, he thinks he'll be able to handle me, hm? We'll see.. A coy smile draws silently over feline features, as a pair of small black shorts are lifted from the bed. A pair of Odi's old hot-pants. Always perfect for drawing in the male attention, if the occasion ever rose. And this, seemed just an occasion. The flirtacious nature already hanging strongly in the air, a pair of tiny black shorts would certainly hotten things up even more. Standing to her full height again, then turning 180° to sit on the edge of her bed, thin legs were slipped through the leg holes of the jet-black shorts. As though a method of 'holding-in-the-stomach-which-does-not-exist', Odi lays back slowly on the bed - knees still bent over the edge, and feet touching the floor. It was clear that this position of her figure was a tease, as Odi defiantely didn't need to lay back to button up the tiny black garment of clothing. After drawing up the zip, and buttoning the top of her shorts, the duo-banded wild cat lifts herself up once more, ever listening to the grey male's words. Sat now, leaning backwards on the edge of the bed - hands behind her, in a mere pair of black hot pants and her bra - cobalt gaze rests in that of the other. Sly smile ever present in the corner of her lips, she returns the speech. "It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Nassor. The name's Odium. But please, Odi." Standing as she spoke, a hand was extended quite low. Though of course she was implying that a hand shake was in order, did it not look as though she was restraining herself from reaching from Nassor's crotch?</span>
To pounce, or not to pounce? That was the question. But it was too soon to answer that question. He knew what the answer would be, though. Or, at least, like all good ego-centric males, he thought he knew what the answer was. In any case, this tease of a girl was a turn on. Had he been anyone else, and not enjoy the hunt as much as the catch, he wouldn't still be standing there as if admiring a work of art. As she introduces herself, he smiles broadly. He didn't mind the direction her hand was going, he actually quite enjoyed the implication, but he wouldn't leave it in the air alone, either. Softly snatching the offered hand with his own, he alters the positioning from a traditional handshake to his hand grasping her delicate fingers. In this embrace, he brings the back of her hand to meet his lips in a quick peck. Smiling impishly, the male replies, <span style='color:#808080'>"Pleasure to meet you, Odi."</span> Now that introductions were over, Aodh leaps up from the duffle back and emits a sharp click followed by a gurgle. U ty nybi ayo ehir'd bcerrurk yr ciefurk li yod, Nassor? The male chuckles, looking back to the stark white tilghe, <span style='color:#808080'>"Ry ayo wyyc. Kid yfih nihi ert pi bciemerd."</span> Nassor then turns to Odi, <span style='color:#808080'>"My dear, I would like you to meet a good friend of mine, Aodh."</span> Not wanting to insult her intelligence, he leaves out just what Aodh was, in case she already knew. If she didn't, she could ask. To show off, Aodh leaps up from the duffle bag, taking flight. In a moment he swoops over to land atop Nassor's shoulder. Little red eyes scanning the female, Dnum yri'm bhidda, um mni? The tilghe had little knowledge of what constituted an attractive pendragon. Nassor answers in his companions' language. <span style='color:#808080'>"Aim, Aodh."</span> Nassor didn't want to offend this new found femme by continuing the conversation in another language, and therefore explains. Or rather, alters the truth a bit. <span style='color:#808080'>"Aodh would like to compliment you on your natural beauty. I have to say I agree with him."</span> At this junction, he found he still hadn't released her hand. She could, of course, take it back whenever she pleased. But.. he was delighting in getting to touch her smooth hand - girls were always softest just after a shower. Pity he probably wouldn't get to touch anything else. Yet.
<span style='color:gray'> Pleasd to see the gentleman-like nature shining through the other, Odi couldn't help but find herself impressed. So far, even through all of the tantalizing, teasing and flirting - Nassor had stood his ground. Even when she lay, sprawled out over the bed, doing up a pair of shorts that may well have been mistaken as another layer of underwear - he'd not flung himself at her. Perhaps he could handle her company.. That is, until she were to switch on the natual Vampiric seduction and charm of a Night Feeder. But now, that would have to wait. Right now, they had company. With no intention of removing her hand from the other's charcoal grasp, fingers simply began to rub the male's palm descretely. Would one so strong be able to resist the soft, rubbing touch of a feline fresh from the shower? Although there isn't often anything sensula abot the touching of one's palm, perhaps he would catch her drift, and imagine the rubbing sensation somewhere else? And, most likely regret ever moving her hand from the direction of his tender, Southern-Regions.. All the while, a pleasant smile drew over feline lips, as she watched an unknown creature glide with grace from one side of the room, to perch upon a masculine shoulder. Cobalt gaze traced over the critter's unique form, admiring it's scarlet optics, and the fine, delicate structure of it's wings. It's overall colouration was fantastic, and actually not that different to hers. Studying the figures before her as a pair, Odi made an observation. Ashen grey and polar white looked good together. Just like she and Nassor would. Listening all the while to the foreign tongue passing between the pair, and then the regular tongue that she was used to, flowing from Nassor's lips, Odi's gaze continued to search over the alabaster creature with interest. making sure though, every once and a while, to look at the male - as not all Fauna likes to be eyed constantly. Responding to the handsome Pendragon's last words, Odi continues to rub the other, as best as possible, gicen the small amount of his body that she was working with. "Well then, you're both a couple of charmers. I couldn't be in.. Finer, company." With this, Odi shot a split-second glance into Nassor's mis-matched oculars. A wicked and devilish grin restraining from flooding into polar white muzzle, gaze remained focused on the alabaster critter. She certainly was in fine company. Very fine. So tempted to wrap herself around the male, and, probably to his one delight as much as hers, use him for her own pleasure, the feline resists. "So, Nassor. What is this fine little critter, exactly?"</span>
Gentleman as he was, she was certainly making it hard for him. ... Ah, what a double implication! But below the belt was still under control. He was surprising himself at that fact alone. Should she continue toying with his palm, however, he may just have to excuse himself for a moment. The conversation was a pleasant distraction from his tingling senses, while his subconcious was still enjoying the electrifying touch of the femme. At that, he ventures to return the subtle movement, and with his forefinger slowly massages her own palm as he replies. Smiling proudly, Nassor looks to the snow-colored tilghe on his shoulder, <span style='color:#808080'>"Aodh is an aerokinetic tilghe; a magic based creature. After meeting him, I researched them, and it seems each one supports a seperate type of element. It took me a little while to learn to understand his language, but now I can."</span> <span style='color:#808080'>"And even though he may not always think so, I believe we're quite lucky to have found one another."</span> The male's smile takes on a softer tone as his gaze returns to the femme's captivating eyes (as venturing a gaze anywhere else might mean the end of the gentleman and the emergence of the lustful animal), <span style='color:#808080'>"We're both aerokinetic beings. Without any vocal or mental spells we both just.. command air."</span> To punctuate his explainatory statement he takes the other hand and waves it toward the snack bar where a bowl of fresh fruit layed motionless atop it. A second later, it floated upward gently, and at a beckoning motion from Nassor, the bowl obeyed - floating chin level in front of snow white Odi. Ah, the show off emerges already. Minutes after meeting her, the male had begun to attempt to impress. Would she be suseptible to his subtle advances? Nassor grins proudly. <span style='color:#808080'>"I'm here to enhance my ability in my trades. And perhaps understand just how I do what I do."</span> The charcoal male allows a slightly bashful smile to envelop his features as he continues, but whether the emotion was due to shame at his self-serving conversation, or due to their subtle physical contact taking more of his willpower to control himself, was something of a mystery. <span style='color:#808080'>"But please.. enough of myself. What talents and trades are you honing at this wonderful school?"</span>
<span style='color:gray'> Feeling the first responding tickle of the other's finger against her palm, Odi was now the one that had to hold in a purr. As every second passed, she found herself more and more sexually attracted to the male before her, longing to rip his clothes from his body and discard of them - as though he would never need them again. It's odd, how one can find themselves feeling such arousing emotions after ten minutes or so of meeting. Listening intently to Nassor's words, cobalt gaze drew away slowly from Aodh, and resided souly staring deep into mis-matched oculars of the other. Unblinking, her gaze was strong, and almost intimidating - perhaps even suggestive. Deep pools were searching his, looking, and hoping to find a clue to show his longing for her body, too. Did he want her? And if so, how bad? Was he, or more to the point, when would he be willing to take this all.. Further? Each muscle in her body tensing, to stop the snowy white feline from pouncing eagerly on the other with animalistic nature, Odi concentrated hard on Nassor's words. Command air? How incredibly amazing.. A rare talent - one which she had never seen put into action before. As though the other had read her thoughts, charcoal mit was lifted - and moments letter, after a somewhat comical beckoning - the healthy fruit bowl from the counter was hovering obediently in front of her. A light grin creeping over features, feline studied the bowl, finding the others unique abilities utterly amazing. Unknowing to her - she was fulfilling the others wishes - she certainly was impressed by the certain degree of 'showing off'. "That's magnificent.. You certainly are good with your hands, Nassor.." This time, the devilish grin not holding back, Odi continued to rub Nassor's ashen grey palm, taking the smallest of steps closer to him. She was longing to press herself up against his figure, finding it awfully difficult now, to keep up the teasing and flirting. "To be honest, I don't plan on attending many classes here. Although, when I do - they'll be ones to help hone in my pathetic Elemental Sorcery skills. I was born with a natural gift for the talent - but never developed it.. Running has always been my passion, you see.. I suppose I can thank that for my figure." Perhaps if she drew attention to her body once more, the male would pounce on her.. Hey, it was worth a try.</span>
Nassor smiles, waving away the floating bowl, back to rest in it's former position on the snack bar. Without being able to help himself, the moment she mentions her figure for running, his gaze trails over her body once more. A content exhaled breath escapes his lips unchecked, but he covers up his faux pas with a smile and statement, <span style='color:#808080'>"I think I would have to see both of these talents at work to judge for myself, you know."</span> Well, he was the one teasing her, now! Aodh could sense the sexual tension without needing to understand the words they were saying. He knew he'd be asked to leave eventually. But, until that time, he would stick around and watch the show. Nassor refrains from taking a glance below Odi's neck, but mentions it anyway, <span style='color:#808080'>"Should I wait for you to put on a shirt?"</span> He can't help but smirk playfully. However, her putting on a shirt over that sexy black bra would mean being forced to relinquish her hand.. ah. But, it was a sacrifice he'd be willing to risk, for the treat at seeing her curvy figure run.
<span style='color:gray'> Well well, the tables had been turned. Now, the duo-banded wild cat was on the receiving end of the teasing. Although - greatly enjoying it. So, he wanted to see her talents, did he? Oooh, should she class this as a date? Deciding not too, nor to take the idea into a verbal tease, Odi nods. "Well, I shall do may best to.. Satisfy your needs, Judge." A sly and seductive grin sneaks silently over feline maw, as a cheeky wink is directed straight at the mute-coloured male. Pleased to have once again seen a mis-matched gaze trail over her figure, the banded femme would have no problem showing off her running skills. Perhaps she'd throw in a few cart wheels and such.. Or if they were to head for the school gym - she'd make sure to flaunt her felxibiltiy on some of the gymnastics equippment - bars, poles, and trapezes. Should I wait for you to put on a shirt? Oh no.. She'd have to let go of Nassor's paw - no longer feeling that soft rub off his index finger. With such a sacrifice, she'd have to find some other way to make physical contact in a 'descrete' way. Maybe he'd carry her down the stairs! "Hmm.. Indeed. I doubt you, or any other's should like to see me running around in my underwear." Smirking lightly, soft fingers pull reluctantly away from Nassor's, though gently skimming and running down his firm chest. Although it was hidden under garments of clothing, the feline could quite happily feel a reasonably toned set of muscles. Wandering over to the bed once more, a jet-black vest top is quickly plucked up from the pile, and thrown over torso. Though of course, it was thrown on whislt Odi had turned to face Nassor - giving him that one last glimspe of her front.</span>
The male in him gleamed with greedy pride and joy as she agrees to show off for him. Well, then, he would certainly have to reciprocate, if she were being so generous. As soon as she was finished dressing, he would retrieve his dagger from the duffle. He was genuinely sorry when she took her hand away, but instantly felt better as that same hand trailed down his chest. Certainly, this flirting was getting more and more difficult to control. Then again, perhaps he didn't want to control anything anymore? But, ladies first. Control was an important part of the game. And the 'deed'. As she walks away from him to retrieve a shirt, oh, how he wished he could take back that suggestion after her whimiscal statement - he might've enjoyed her running with just the bra.. certainly more if she were wearing nothing at all! But, oggling the view of her front for a moment, almost made up for it. He didn't mention anything, that would've been rude, and, after all, they'd only know each other a short time. The wonderful way things were going, he didn't want to mess things up by not being able to mind his mouth and manners. He thinks for a moment, <span style='color:#808080'>"Allow me to get something quickly.."</span> Aodh still attached to his shoulder, the pendragon male walks over to his own bed and unzips his duffle bag. Rooting around in the opening with a hand, he pulls out an object wrapped in cloth. With one swift movement, the item has been revealed as a dagger, sheathed in a leather holster. Nassor smiles as he straps the dagger to his right hip, patting it gently. The dagger was quite a precious item to him, for not only was it stylish and screamed 'bad-boy' but he was evenly weighted, and could be thrown with ease. Tail swishing merrily, he looks to Odi, and half-bows, his arms sweeping towards the door, <span style='color:#808080'>"Please, my dear, ladies first."</span> He grins impishly, <span style='color:#808080'>"Not only am I polite, but also quite lost, so you'll simply have to lead me around on a leash until I gather my bearings..."</span> Ah, the implications.. but besides being naughty, he really didn't know which way to go to get to the Tsupeon. But with Odi as a guide, he would get to follow.. and oggle her.. tail. Yes, her tail.
<span style='color:gray'> Watching quietly from her bed as the male retrieves a dagger from his duffle bag, Odi's gaze for one rests on his features. Really noticing it now - this male was not only equipped with a trim body, but devilish good looks. Smiling lightly as the fine dagger was attatched to right hip, and patted as though a small pet, the banded feline listened to the male's charming words. A grin twisting into her lips as he mentions being lost (all the while trying to hold in her sexual frustration at the mention of a leash), Odi rolls her eyes, obviously trying to tease. Actually quite pleased by this turn of events, she had her own method of taking the other there - unfortunately to him though, it would not involve getting to look at her.. Tail. "Such a shame that I don't have a leash.. Anyway, we can't have you getting lost. C'mon." Walking swiftly past the other, Odi casually takes a hold of Nassor's hand once more - which had been swept, pointing out of the door. Somewhat pulling him out, the touch of their hand causing enough of a bodily shock to run an electrical jolt through the pair of them (or was that Elemental Sorcery seeping through?), Odi leads Nassor along the halls - of course, after hearing their Dormitory door swing shut. </span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>This part of the thread is about an hour after they left in Odi's post just before this one. (You can read up on their hour long adventure in the Tsupeon http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=1965here</a>.) ;) ***** Warning! *****Now there will be NC/17 material in this thread! If you're uncomfortable reading about graphic things (in this case, sex) it's best if you hit your back button now. ;) You've been warned. lmao.</td></tr></table> Aodh had been left to his own devices in the Tsupeon - the tilghe enjoyed pendragon-watching. It was his favorite sport, really. And besides, he didn't really want to be anywhere near the lustbirds. Nassor, on the other hand, was busy standing in front of the door, letting Odi open the lock seeing as both his hands were quite full at the moment. With a foot he pushes the door open after she turns the knob and gets it started. Stepping into their room, the same condition they'd left it, he uses a foot to kick the door closed. He really didn't want to put her down, but then, did he really have to? He saunters over to her bed, as the coverlet was already rumpled, it made for easier entry. His bed was still untouched, and the covers were tightly tucked in. Bending over the bed, Nassor slowly eases Odi from is arms to the embrace of soft sheets, but he doesn't move any farther away. Crossing his arms and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, the grass-stained garment was pulled over his head, freeing his chest of clothing. The thin layer of grey fur did nothing to hide his pectorals, nor his chiseled abdominals. If anything, they accentuated the curvature with deepened shadows all their own. His jeans were on by button and zipper, and held up by a belt. A naughty smile blooms across his face, <span style='color:#808080'>"Would you perhaps help me out of these clothes?"</span> He inches closer, <span style='color:#808080'>"And I would be most happy to help you in the same manner.."</span>
<span style='color:gray'> Soon placed softly onto her own snug little bed, Odi smirks up at Nassor, the smirk just as naughty as his own sneaky little smile. Watching in awe with seductive, half-closed eyes, as a charcoal lined chest was revealed. Once again, biting her bottom lip, cobalt gaze traced over each accented line and curve, each well-toned muscle, that she longed to touch and kiss. Grinning slyly at Nassor's cheeky yet sensual words, Odi extends a banded arm, skilled and practiced fingers working his belt with ease. Index finger of her other hand beckoning him forward to make a start on her attire, the belt is soon whipped from jeans. Playing with it sexily, pulling it in and around her fingers, Odi looks straight into mis-matched eyes and winks. She was certainly going to enjoy this - she'd been burning for his touch all day.. Continuing to manipulate his belt between slim fingers, it was clear that Odi was not done teasing - as jeans still resided snuggly around masculine waist.</span>
Nassor grins as the belt is quickly taken from his middle. Yes, he would indeed undress her. But first, he would have to take back his belt. His dark grey hand evelops her snow colored hand, at least the one grasping and toying with his belt. Gently releasing her grip from it, he sets it beside her on the bed, he wouldn't put it too far away. Both hands now trail up each of her arms, across her shoulders laden with his blue shirt she'd stolen back in the Tsupeon. His grin widens as his fingers bury themselves underneath the dark cloth and attach themselves to her skin. Sliding the blue material from her shoulders, his fingertips trace their way back down her arm, releasing them to plain view - no longer hidden by his shirt. The shirt however remains on the bed behind her, for he can't be bothered with throwing it elsewhere - not when there was a feminine waist his hands desired to touch! Firm hands on either side of her waist, his fingers rubbing themselves in her soft fur, Nassor slowly drags her forward, towards the end of the bed, towards him. Though, not as close as they were several times before. No, there were still clothes hindering the two of them. Clothes which simply needed to be elsewhere. Therefore, his fingers itch their way up her sides, finding a snug place beneath her top, but over the side straps of her bra, his palms just below that, resting on her rib cage. As soon as the top was gone, kisses would be placed all across her chest, but not before. As such, with a bit of her own independent movement, the vest top she'd teasingly put on before they'd left this same room was removed, tossed haphazardly to the end of the bed. Given the freedom to roam, first fingers followed by broad palms, ease their over the curvature of her chest, which was still enclosed in that lacy black bra. But he'd promised kisses first, hadn't he? Hands slide back down her sides, wrapping around her waist, the left hand propping up her lower back, the right on her upper back. Bending over her, kisses start on his left, and her right side. The top of her shoulder, to her collar bone, and the right side of her neck, down her chest and over the top of her breasts, then back up the left side. Through all these kisses, his mouth never really leaves her skin - just skimming tantalizingly across it. As he gets to the left side of her delicate neck, however, her short fur parted momentarily from his soft kisses, he notices two round scars, set evenly apart. Therefore instead of going back across to her shoulder, he continues up her neck, underneath her chin, until his face was beside hers, and his mouth jut under his chin. He felt slightly concerned - for her. The scars were in a terrible place - she could've bled to death. The thought of her being scared whenever this incident happened was hardly something he enjoyed contemplating. So he had to at least ask. <span style='color:#808080'>"Love,"</span> he whispers to her cheek before pulling away just enough to be able to see her eyes (which wasn't terribly far at all), <span style='color:#808080'>"where did you get those scars on your neck?"</span>
<span style='color:gray'> Originally quite annoyed at her toy - Nassor's belt - being pulled away from her grasp, Odi playfully poked her tongue out, like a small child. Though of course, with Nassor's sly actions, and the slipping off of small, black vest top, the belt was quite soon forgotten. Pleased to find herself being pulled down the bed, and into her new love interest's arms, Odi simply lies there obediantly, moaning and wriggling with pleasure here and there. Nassor's dark grey touch was like something she had never felt before, soft and sensual - but still ever so sexy. All other's that she had been with couldn't even come close to what she was feeling now - and they were still toying around with soft core foreplay.. All the more reason to get things really heated up. Savouring the time spent as she was relished all over with soft kisses, shivers ran visably down Odi's form, Nassor's lips grazing and skimming every inch of her upper body. Her breasts, shoulders, her neck.. Where did you get those scars on your neck? Taking a few seconds to snap out of her pleasurable trance, and registers the male's words, Odi thought gingerly. Scars? ....Scars! Eyes flashing open, she pushes herself upwards, swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, and sitting, facing away from the semi-naked other. Remaining silent, head is directed at the floor, and one hand rises to lay over the small, pin-prick scars. Nassor wouldn't understand. He'd just freak out, and then run. Well, he'd try to. But of course, Odi wouldn't let him. It wasn't safe for word to get out. She'd have to stop him, and kill him. Feed from him. Such a shame - she was actually quite into this one. Remaining silent, Odi continues to stare at the shaggy carpet of their (soon to be her) Dormitory. Simply prolonging what she'd soon have to do to the other.</span>
