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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 13, 2009 15:36:45 GMT -6
The high priestess sighed, pushing her hair off of her face and tucking it back into the ponytail that it was poorly contained in. Even at night the swamps were humid and smelled far worse than other places she'd been. But of course, Lloth wouldn't care about that, she wanted on specific thing and whatever thing Lloth wanted, she got. Az sighed and blew out and irritated breath, blowing a few strand of hair up before she shrugged and tied her hair back more firmly.
She had dressed more practically, a longer shirt and pants, but it still clung to her figure and now with the humidity, it was completely stuck to her, as if it were a second skin. Her whip hung from her side, within easy reach should she need it. Violet eyes gazed about, taking a left on the small path that she was following, intent on finding whatever mushroom it was that Lloth wanted.
She muttered under her breath about the surface world and how the temperatures always seemed to change, nothing was stable here, mostly complaining since she was alone. Coming to a sunken gap in the path, she judged the distance and snapped out the whip, using it to swing across and land lightly on her feet. So far she had run into no errant creatures, which was good, partly because she was not in the mood to dance around and play. One hit, one kill.
Forging forward a few more silent steps, she stopped, tilting her head to the side, pointed ears twitching, listening. Her expression seemed to take on an annoyed look, as if asking 'now what?'. She was not alone.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 13, 2009 16:55:55 GMT -6
Soft footsteps made their way toward Azazealyn. Amaji had known that the high priestess would be in the swampland. He had practically followed the drow all the way here. He enjoyed her company and to have her up on the surface was an even that excited the wizard. He had a tendency to want to find things that reminded him of home. Azazealyn was one of those people who could make the Black Maji feel relaxed and who could remind him of the Underdark.
Amaji smiled as he found the drow, noting that she had already picked up on his footfalls. He didn’t mind the priestess recognizing his footsteps. He had wanted her to hear him approaching.
The Black Maji walked up to Azazealyn from behind and wrapped his arms tight around her. “Miss me, dear Aza?” |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 13, 2009 17:01:40 GMT -6
Azazealyn started slightly with the sudden contact, leaning fully back into him once she was sure it was him. "I don't know. You're not separate from me enough for me to form an answer," she teased as she dropped her head back to rest on his shoulder, looking up at him with an arched eyebrow.
She could still see perfectly well in the so-called 'night' on the surface, it being still rather light for her and it worked to her advantage. "Why did you follow me, Ama?" she asked as her fingers danced over his arms that were wrapped around her.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 13, 2009 17:19:29 GMT -6
“You are something familiar to me, Aza,” Amaji said with a slight laugh. “And you know that I enjoy your company, and that you enjoy mine. So, why not follow you?”
The wizard gave another laugh, taking his arms away from the drow priestess. He stepped around her stand directly in front of her. “Not to mention that I also wanted to see what you are after up here in the surface lands. There must be something important you are after if you are here in the swamplands, Azazealyn. So, tell me what it is you are seeking out.” |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 13, 2009 17:23:32 GMT -6
Azazealyn rolled her eyes at him, moving past him in her quest. "Lloth," was all she said, knowing that Amaji would understand how fickle the dark goddess could be. "She wants some plant that grows in the swamp and rather than trust any of those nit wits to do it, I decided to do it myself and lower the chance of error," she said with an irritated sigh.
"And by something familiar, do you merely mean my body in your bed or in your possession or that I am a drow?" she said with an arched eyebrow, watching his reaction.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 13, 2009 17:34:21 GMT -6
Amaji gave a laugh, shaking his head slightly. Azazealyn could be quite amusing even if she did not try sometimes. She knew exactly what he had meant, but yet she would test the issue. She knew that he enjoyed her company, that she was one of the only people he could trust.
“You are familiar to me, just in general,” Amaji said, sticking a tongue out at the drow. “Do not be a brat to me, Azazealyn. You know that I do enjoy your company, and you bring the essence of the Underdark with you no matter where you go.” |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 13, 2009 17:38:27 GMT -6
Azazealyn rolled her eyes, reaching up and flicking Amaji's nose before moving past him, deeper into the swamp. "Then you can follow me and be useful for once and help me look the the damned plant that Lloth wants," she said as she pushed her hair back over her shoulder, looking at the Black Maji.
Lloth wanted a yellow mushroom with dark green spots on it that only came out at night at this time of moon and this time of year. The woman had to be difficult and specific, no? Small wonder if all women were affected by her when they were PMSing.
Azazealyn moved off, sending fairly lights out to search in different directions.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 13, 2009 18:26:53 GMT -6
The wizard followed after Azazealyn, a smile upon his face as he shook his head slightly. “You should allow me to help you look for it, Azazealyn,” Amaji said, following her along happily. “My eyes may not be as good as yours, but this darkness is nothing like that of the Underdark.”
Amaji was rather cheerful now. He had found someone to spend his time with for a while. Azazealyn made some great conversation which he was grateful for. he did not talk to many of the surface and to finally have someone other than his horse, his golem, or himself to talk to. |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 13, 2009 18:33:01 GMT -6
"Then give me your hand," she said as she turned and held her hand out for his, wrapping her small dark fingers around his hand, transferring the image to him so he would know exactly what she was looking for. Lloth often found it easier to speak in images into Azazealyn's mind, made less room for error.
"Do you see what she wants?" she asked as she watched him, knowing that he would have undoubtedly received it. Or blocked her out in an effort to kiss him, making her transmit it that way. He was stubborn like that on occasion.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 13, 2009 19:19:18 GMT -6
Amaji shook his head slightly. “I didn’t… You must be weaker up here on the surface, Azazealyn.” He sent her a slight smile. He had received the message, but she knew what he wanted despite their surroundings. He enjoyed teasing the drow as much as possible and she knew this as well.
“Care to try and sent it again, Azazealyn? I really do want to help you with your search.” His smile widened a bit as he looked to the priestess. “Two pairs of eyes are better than one, dear Aza. So, let’s try again.” |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 13, 2009 19:38:19 GMT -6
Azazealyn rolled her eyes and knew damn well what he wanted. She had no problems obliging him, and let him know with a wicked grin. Hands reached up and twined in his hair as she tugged him down into a fierce and bruising kiss. None of it was gentle, the way they preferred it, all rough.
She ran her nails down his back, stepping in and bringing their bodies into flush contact as she let her hands trace his body, under the cloak he wore and over the ever present bandages. She knew how to set him on fire with a few touches.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 13, 2009 19:48:37 GMT -6
Amaji’s breath was lost in Azazealyn’s kiss. His mind almost rejected this contact at first. There was some questioning that his mind suddenly came across, but the wizard pushed it away. His arms wrapped around the drow, fingers drifting down her back. His nails dug into her as he kissed her a bit more.
After a moment the Black Maji pulled back to look down at Azazealyn. “You wanted that, do not lie,” he said with a slight laugh followed by a smile. “I am somewhat surprise that you have not stalked me down already.” |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 13, 2009 19:52:46 GMT -6
"I did," she said with a shrug. "And I do not make it a habit of stalking others down, they come to me when I summon them," she said with a flip of her hair as she rested her hands on his chest and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
She could sense the discourse in him and sighed, stepping back slightly so that she looked up at him. "What is it Amaji?" she asked, watching him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Azazealyn never quite knew what the wizard was up to and it never hurt to be cautious.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 13, 2009 20:01:30 GMT -6
The wizard pushed his hand through his hair before shaking his head. He really was unsure of what it was that was disturbing him. His mind had suddenly questioned this contact with Azazealyn. He had been thinking quite a bit about himself and his life lately. Azazealyn made Amaji happy in her own ways. She was his knowledge, his calm. She provided physical contact that he needed.
“Is it good for us to continue like this?” the wizard finally asked, looking to the drow’s eyes. “I know you nothing of love but is this healthy? I enjoy doing all of this with you. I enjoy the kisses, the sex; I enjoy all of it.” |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 13, 2009 20:06:05 GMT -6
Azazealyn sighed, tilting her head back as she studied the sky above them, as if searching for an answer in the skies above them. It was true she knew nothing of love and the like, but she also knew that drows formed their own partnerships when they found comfort with another person, such as what she had with Amaji.
"In a way, yes, it could be healthy, but it is ultimately up to you to decide if this is how you want to do it. Do you want us to be exclusive partners or would you rather be content in knowing that I am always there for you?"
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 13, 2009 20:19:01 GMT -6
Amaji thought for a moment, letting his fingers slip through Azazealyn’s hair despite her loose ponytail. He wanted to keep what he had with the drow; he really did. If not for the sex, at least for her company. She was an advisor to him. She gave him the best advice, and she had always been there for him. He did not want to lose her.
“I want to be able to find this thing of love,” the Black Maji told her honestly. “But I do not want to lose the partnership that we have completely. What we have is completely acceptable in the drow society, but for my other side, I want to find these emotions.” |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 13, 2009 20:24:55 GMT -6
"Then do so, Amaji," she said with a light laugh, her hand reaching up to capture his and bring it down, cradling his larger, paler hand in her smaller, darker ones. "I will not stop you. I know the conflict you face, Talex and I have helped you as best we could but we are drow after all," she said gently.
She stepped back slightly from him, watching him with calm violet eyes as she took in his taller form. "You can still come with me to help find the plant if you like, Amaji," she said as she held out a hand for him, knowing the physical contact helped.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 13, 2009 20:40:20 GMT -6
“I would enjoy that very much, Azazealyn,” Amaji said gently with a smile. “You know I would. I want to be around you for a reason. That is why I stalked you through the swamps.”
He gave a laugh, holding the drow’s hand. He enjoyed being around her for reasons. He enjoyed sleeping with her for reasons as well. The contact that she gave him helped to calm the mixed elf greatly no matter what they were doing.
“You know I want to look for the mushroom with you for Lloth. I hope she does not mind me helping.” |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 13, 2009 20:46:48 GMT -6
Azazealyn smiled slightly, shaking her head in amusement. "She actually likes you and you do hold some favor with her," she said before she turned and tugged the wizard down into a kiss, making it clear what she wanted.
Finding the mushroom could wait a minute, she mused as she ran her hands over his body, mapping out the areas she had memorized as she pulled him to her level to kiss him more fiercely. She ran nails down his sides, making sure that he knew that she knew how to turn him on and play his body like a master musician could play an instrument.
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Post by Amaji the Black Maji on Oct 13, 2009 20:54:06 GMT -6
A moan crawled up from Amaji’s throat and creeping out of his mouth. His hands moved against the drow, pushing down her back with nails scratching over the cloth of her shirt. It was almost cruel how easily she could play his body.
His kiss was fierce against Azazealyn as he pressed down against her. He knew that she would do as she pleased. If she wanted him, she would end up pulling him down to wherever she decided to take him at.
“You are almost cruel,” Amaji breathed with a laugh, looking to the drow once more. |
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