by L`aquera on Thu Jan 05, 2012 2:31 pm
Cold and wintry in the town of Nanthalion. The snow was flying and the wind was whipping. The weather was not fit for man nor beast nor concubine to slave. Yet two such slaves were on their way from town to their Masters home with goodies in bags and a donkey that should have been left behind.
The blond turned to the other, her face nearly hidden by scarf and her fur inlaid boots sporting more snow then the ground she would imagine. Why did Master have to make them wear these damnable outfits? She was pretty sure a blue elf wasn't on the market. Well.. as she glanced down, seeing nipples poking through cloth, perhaps it was more like, blue peaks. Another shift and roll of shoulders had her cloak more tightly brought in closer to kiss flesh and stave off what cold it could. Not very cheery times.
"Salish! Will you stop playing about with your cloak and hurry up! I'm cold! And he's been waiting all day. This is all your fault, clumsy elf. We could have been home hours ago! But oh no, you just had to stop at the chocolate shop and insist they make a mold. Do you really think he cares?"
Another upheaval of a sigh and the elf stopped playing about with her flimsy wear and made her feet that ached move faster. "I'm coming! What kind of idiot puts us in straps of cotton? Its winter! I'm so cold Dawn."
Another whine from the new slave and Dawn rolled those crimson eyes of hers. Really? It wasn't her fault the girl was constantly getting into trouble from Master. How many times had he told her to start thinking? He should have collared a nymph this time. At least they didn't whine like a dwarf whose beard had been yanked off. "Shut up! Oh my Goddess! Why are you stopping NOW!?"
The moriel had finally paused to take a gander at the elf with her, the girl had come to a full on stop and was staring with mouth open and bag dragging on the ground getting wet. Just staring off to the right like a dolt and finally Dawn turned her chin about to have a look. After all, the dark elves could see in the dark far better then some flimsy milkey skinned pointy eared elf. But what she saw gave her pause, her own jaw dropped open and from a rooftop she heard it clear as a bell...
HO HO HO!
"Dawn....... What is that!? Up there, on the roof! Do you see it! Someone, all in red, shinning and bright. Hes making an awful clatter up there!" exclaimed the she elf, one hand pointing and the other sifting to shade her eyes from the winds and the whipping of snow. What was that? Was it a man? On a roof? And was that a.. sleigh?
Oh, Dawn was looking alright. Her keen sight didn't miss a thing. Giant of a man, white beard whipping in the wind, he had a giant smile on his face and the one thing of note was his red nose and that strange stupid hat. He was glowing and red and she reached out to grasp at the elfs arm to back her up. "I don't know, but lets not get any closer! I mean, I've heard strange tales but this beats them all. Do you really think...?" the moriel trailed off. Couldn't be. Those were fairy tales of course, there was no such thing. It was just a clause in the written tomes. Right?
HO HO HO!
"Dawn! It really is, it is him!" or so the elf thought. They weren't close enough to make it all out, after all, it was on a rooftop for Goddess sake. But the moriel was shaking her head and suddenly wishing she'd been a little kinder to the elf at her side. But she'd been a good slave. Hadn't she? Done all her Master had claimed. But.. something seemed... off.
"He's certainly ... jolly.. Isn't he?" Had the moriel finally figured it out? She watched it all play out, narrowing her own red eyes on the scene as if she could get a better picture. But. If they were right and it really was? "Lets run home Salish! Right now, put Masters present by the hearth and get into bed. We have to fall asleep as fast as possible! GO!" was shouted out and a good shove to go with it. The elf nodded dumbly and moved faster then she ever had and soon the two slaves were out of sight.
They left behind a scene that more then likely, they could have wished they hadn't missed.
"HO HO... AUUUGGGRRRR You lit me on fire you HO!"
A shift of movement among the winds and snows, the constant blowing had kept the intruder alive this long. Clever theif, using the hearths chimney to get into her old residence. Very clever. He was going to be damned blasted sorry by the time she was down. He was already on fire in several places. Her first flame thrower spell had hit him right in the face and caught his stupid hat on fire along with the sled he'd somehow managed to get up here and pile with James stuff. The thief was on one side of the roof and she on the other. It wasn't easy standing up here slinging flame spells around. Damned cat better be happy!
"Stop calling me a HO! Blasted fardon thief! Get OFF the roof..."
All it took was one more blast of fire and the male stumbled, lost his footing completely and went sliding right off the edge to hit the ground, sizzling away. Unconscious with a puff of smoke billowing around him. Serves him right. She could have told that idiot that fur was a great conductor to keep the fire going. With a quick agile motion, the pyromancer was atop the peak of the house and glaring down at the still burning male laying in the snow like a heap of jelly. "And stay off! Call me a whore in whatever foul language you want to use."
Soft sigh came rolling from those plush lips and silver eyes looked all around until she spotted her jhore chewing away on one of the sacks the thief had tossed over the edge of the roof. Great. "Get away from that you idiot! Dear Goddess below. I hate winter. A ho? He called me a ho..."
An hour later, two slaves were tucked soundly in their bed when the Master came home and he was pleasantly pleased to see a package or two for him to open. Chocolate covered cock? Was that.. was that his cock? Had to be the elf. She'd get the size all wrong. Again. Still, he found it hard to yell at the two when they seemed so peaceful all curled up on their lone bed. Honestly it was most puzzling, usually they were up for hours after he got home, one whining the other complaining. What got into them?
...shhhhhh.... they'll never tell. And neither will you.
Don't breath, don't think.. for I am the shadow that will forever over take you..