Post by Drænník Foravían on Apr 27, 2015 22:03:52 GMT -5
Fluid time was a wonderful thing indeed. . .
Especially in this context. See, Drænník Foravían became aware the moment Fureya, with her pervasive Other in tow, set foot in the tunnel access below the platform. It could be said the Fiend had a particular intimate understanding of the Assassin and her leviathan that was nearly unparalleled and, to think, that the silver-haired whore had seen fit to show her pretty face in Vascxious Sigma was an unexpected pleasure Drænník was of no mind to miss. The grey-eyed mage watched from across the platform, unintentionally near Fureya's actual target, waiting for the Assassin to come up for air and finally reveal herself.
What he saw at the stairwell's landing surprised him: three individuals― one entirely unrecognizable and female, one male whose identity he could speculate on, and Fureya, if he wasn't mistaken.
The Fiend watched as they conversed, unworried that he couldn't possibly hear what they were saying. That he could confirm Alpha's precious interest's presence was really enough. An oh-so-casual glance down at his timepiece kept him faceless in the crowd: Fureya wouldn't be able to detect his presence so long as he made no move to hinder the progress of her pet energy-eater. Soon enough, the unknown woman in their little trio separated, moving in his general direction. Drænník couldn't quite stifle the smooth grin that twisted those attractively-sculpted lips. He watched Fureya intently, his stare vulgarly scraping across every inch of her form, as if entitled by his carnal knowledge of the bare flesh beneath her clothing. She looked a little thinner than he'd remembered. The Fiend supposed the kind of hospitality both he and the Nightmare had bestowed on her could very well do that to a specimen of her health and particular vigor. It probably hadn't helped that he'd gone extra lengths to thoroughly subject her to both he and Rivea's very specific tastes. . .
Even teeth flashed white as she seemed to drift off in the same direction as her cohort. He could remember precisely how the scent of her growing fear had filled the sitting room when she realized no one was coming for her. Her screams really did have a sort of musical quality about them, he'd been pleased to discover. It had been a genuine regret of his that she'd been left in his care for such an abbreviated amount of time. Perhaps one day soon, now that she'd returned to the Frozen City, he could rectify the travesty of her first visit and show her a proper welcome the Obscurity. He was sure she could learn to appreciate the appetites of all his pets, considering the voracious nature of her own. The flow of his thoughts was interrupted as he watched the trio rendezvous with a fourth party and begin what seemed like a carefully controlled, but simmering discussion.
He felt the gearing up of Fureya's precious pet and watched wordlessly as she seemed to react aggressively― for whatever reason she hadn't completed her attack. Very shortly after that, the interestingly-constructed woman sent the two men in their quartet off into the blur before she then spirited away the Assassin in short order.
Drænník let the grin stretch wider, lingering for the space of a few heartbeats before slowly making his way up to the trams. A visit to the Tower was now necessary. Alpha would want to know every detail available.
The Fiend's mood had suddenly brightened. He always appreciated it when a pretty little thing like Fureya came back to call. He doubted she was capable of recalling their first meeting and somehow that incited a certain eagerness for a chance at a second first impression. He'd simply adore a reenactment. The script would be different, of course, but he'd relish in reminding her of her role. . .
Especially in this context. See, Drænník Foravían became aware the moment Fureya, with her pervasive Other in tow, set foot in the tunnel access below the platform. It could be said the Fiend had a particular intimate understanding of the Assassin and her leviathan that was nearly unparalleled and, to think, that the silver-haired whore had seen fit to show her pretty face in Vascxious Sigma was an unexpected pleasure Drænník was of no mind to miss. The grey-eyed mage watched from across the platform, unintentionally near Fureya's actual target, waiting for the Assassin to come up for air and finally reveal herself.
What he saw at the stairwell's landing surprised him: three individuals― one entirely unrecognizable and female, one male whose identity he could speculate on, and Fureya, if he wasn't mistaken.
The Fiend watched as they conversed, unworried that he couldn't possibly hear what they were saying. That he could confirm Alpha's precious interest's presence was really enough. An oh-so-casual glance down at his timepiece kept him faceless in the crowd: Fureya wouldn't be able to detect his presence so long as he made no move to hinder the progress of her pet energy-eater. Soon enough, the unknown woman in their little trio separated, moving in his general direction. Drænník couldn't quite stifle the smooth grin that twisted those attractively-sculpted lips. He watched Fureya intently, his stare vulgarly scraping across every inch of her form, as if entitled by his carnal knowledge of the bare flesh beneath her clothing. She looked a little thinner than he'd remembered. The Fiend supposed the kind of hospitality both he and the Nightmare had bestowed on her could very well do that to a specimen of her health and particular vigor. It probably hadn't helped that he'd gone extra lengths to thoroughly subject her to both he and Rivea's very specific tastes. . .
Even teeth flashed white as she seemed to drift off in the same direction as her cohort. He could remember precisely how the scent of her growing fear had filled the sitting room when she realized no one was coming for her. Her screams really did have a sort of musical quality about them, he'd been pleased to discover. It had been a genuine regret of his that she'd been left in his care for such an abbreviated amount of time. Perhaps one day soon, now that she'd returned to the Frozen City, he could rectify the travesty of her first visit and show her a proper welcome the Obscurity. He was sure she could learn to appreciate the appetites of all his pets, considering the voracious nature of her own. The flow of his thoughts was interrupted as he watched the trio rendezvous with a fourth party and begin what seemed like a carefully controlled, but simmering discussion.
He felt the gearing up of Fureya's precious pet and watched wordlessly as she seemed to react aggressively― for whatever reason she hadn't completed her attack. Very shortly after that, the interestingly-constructed woman sent the two men in their quartet off into the blur before she then spirited away the Assassin in short order.
Drænník let the grin stretch wider, lingering for the space of a few heartbeats before slowly making his way up to the trams. A visit to the Tower was now necessary. Alpha would want to know every detail available.
The Fiend's mood had suddenly brightened. He always appreciated it when a pretty little thing like Fureya came back to call. He doubted she was capable of recalling their first meeting and somehow that incited a certain eagerness for a chance at a second first impression. He'd simply adore a reenactment. The script would be different, of course, but he'd relish in reminding her of her role. . .