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Io’fayl sighs as she looks out the open marble-framed window on the north side of her stronghold. Several of her armies are returning; all of them looking for new orders and more rewards. The things that drive them are so meaningless and trivial, but it is how it has always been as it is how it was for her in the beginning as well. But unlike them, once she had gotten everything her heart desired, she found herself quickly bored, soon searching for newer and more unattainable things. Things that no living creature can simply make or sell. Pulling herself away from her thoughts, she notices the suns setting in the distance which means her spell will soon wear off along with it and her Harbinger will once again wake. It has become so tedious to continue forcing him into unconsciousness but she knows that he will surely hurt himself in his attempts to get away if she does not. Io’fayl smirks, she did hurt him badly this time after all, but she had only done it to ensure he could not leave on his own accord. Lessons are all but lost on that one as she feels that it will most likely always be as such. He cares for nothing. There is nothing she can do to persuade him, nothing she can hold over his head… save those two swords. If it were not for that, she would have gotten rid of them already. Io’fayl settles in close to remove the restraints that bind Kso’ppghiel to her bed. If he cannot move, he will be unable to care for himself and so she will do it for him instead. It had been several days since she had caused his injuries and he had not been moved to bathe. She walks to the entrance of her chamber, opening the door and smiling as the lazy men all rush to stand at attention. It seems as if Bal’thial’s been slack on them as of late… Io’fayl signals to a larger guard, allowing him enter the room before pointing to the figure on her bed. “Carry him to the bath and lay him in the water, I will take it from there.” The man nods before walking in and lifting the unconscious Harbinger up to follow his mistress to the raised marble fixture ahead, placing him down into the constantly shifting water. Quickly dismissing the guard and waiting just until the door to her room has been secured, Io’fayl sheds her clothing piece by piece before allowing her own body to sink into the heated liquid just to Kso’ppghiel’s side. Quiet words slip free of her lips, the spell breaking the enchantment of the mask and allowing her to remove it. Placing it over the edge, she climbs on top of her fully clothed and waterlogged Harbinger, her mouth meeting his for a kiss that she knows will never be returned. Another spell to keep him subdued is spoken directly within and Io’fayl lingers for a moment longer before she pulls herself away to set about her task of undressing her prize in order to bathe him.
Taloned feet click quietly on cold marble as he sneaks down the hallway to the Captain’s room. This isn’t official business and some have been noticing they’ve been spending a lot more time together since Kso’ppghiel had been taken in. The last thing they need is their Queen getting suspicious of anything. A small yelp the feathered creature works quickly to stifle slips free of his mouth just as he reaches Bal’thial’s room and the large wooden doors swing open to reveal the one he’d come to find, still dressed in formal armor. A smirk forms on the white haired man’s lips as he steps aside, serpentine blue eyes flicking back down the hallway to ensure they are still alone before he darts quickly inside. The doors slide shut soon after and Sav’real turns to find the tall Captain shedding his armor as he’s moving to deposit it onto his bed. “I was not expecting you to come so soon after my arrival…” “I tried to find you when I heard, but they all said our Queen sent you out on a mission. There have been rumors, lots of them…” Sav’real walks over to the bed, small, clawed hands poking at the metal of the Bal’thial’s formal armor. “Hey, you don’t wear this stuff often, must have been important.” The Captain holds up a leather bag, the shape of a square clearly visible from the outside. He drops it into Sav’real’s hands and the small creature removes a small metal box just as Bal’thial tosses him the key. The box clicks open, the level of magic almost immediately apparent when the seal is breached by the lock. Serpentine eyes stare down at the magic artifacts contained within as he whistles long and low. “Wow… yeah, hence the fancy armor. What’s this stuff for?” “Her caged pet.” The tall figure smirks as the final piece of armor is deposited on the plush mattress, Bal’thial turning towards the ornate wardrobes at his side. Within moments heavily embroidered fabrics and stamped leathers are spilling to the floor below as he moves to exchange the fancy clothing with the light linen robes draped across carved stone. “He has broken her mask one too many times and it is becoming beyond repair.” Slipping cream colored fabric over his built frame, clawed fingers begin winding leather strips in place around his waist as mismatched eyes turn back to meet Sav’real’s gaze. “I suppose she wants to ensure it can no longer be broken and with that,” metal ornaments chime as he motions his head to the box the feathered creature still holds. “her wishes will most likely come true.” Sav’real picks up one of the enchanted charms, watching it dangle in front while light prisms around them from the crystal it contains. “This is a little overkill. Poor guy’s got so much on his face right now she could probably keep him subdued by the weight alone, she doesn’t need the magic.” He muses before remembering why he’d come in the first place. “Oh yeah, the rumors, they’re flying all over the place. Some say she killed Kso’ppghiel, others say she injured him beyond repair. I didn’t think he was dead but I haven’t seen him or heard about him bashing his head in since the last time I saw you. What’s going on?” “He still lives.” Bal’thial sighs before a frown forms on his lips. “But since that day she has kept him under more often than not. She has holed herself up in her chambers with him, and the few she allows in are only there long enough to bring food or drink and move him from one place to the next.” Twisting the leather at his waist one final time, the white haired man pulls his hands away and crosses his arms beneath his chest with a slight shaking of his head. “What she has with her now… she has made him into a lifeless doll and if she continues to refuse him coherency, those rumors might end up gaining truth sooner than not…” a fact he finds himself more displeased about than he probably should be. “Yeesh…” Sav’real shakes his head. “She can’t keep him unconscious forever. There’s no point to her having him waste away. If he’d just get that if he played along, she’d stop doing this. I know you’ve warned him, you think he’d actually have a conversation with you? Well, once he’s awake… if that ever happens. Maybe you can explain it better. He’s not stupid but what he’s doing is really dumb.” He sighs. “It’s a damn shame. I really liked Mithghiiel and if he’s anything like his father in personality I think he’d be great to have around.” “It is a shame.” Bal’thial sighs. “And if she does not curve her obsessions towards him soon, or allow him to fully wake, we may never know if he has it in him to play this game smarter than he has been.” Mismatched eyes slide over to slitted blue, “just as I will never get my chance at the rematch I seek.” Uncrossing his arms, the white haired Captain slides his hand out and with a slight nod, Sav’real closes the wooden box and hands both it and the key over. The seal on the box clicks back into place just after Bal’thial secures it before he drops the container back into its leather bag. “It would also be a shame if the only person I have met in a very long time with the potential to provide me a challenge in battle finds an end as pathetic as the one she is leading him to.” “I’ll say it again… uh huh.” Sav’real crosses his own arms, raising an eyebrow at Bal’thial. “You’re obsessing about him being a challenge in battle just as much as she’s obsessing over owning him. There are a lot of others running around that can be a challenge. I’m sure Gran’hein can kick your ass with a sword, I don’t see you wanting to fight with him.” He shakes his head as the Captain simply smirks and ignores him before tucking the bag under his arm, heading towards the exit. Sav’real hops up from the mattress, following behind soon after. “And you, my friend.” Bal’thial says without turning back while he makes it past the threshold of his room. “Are obsessed with creating something from nothing…”
 It bothers her to know that there was a creature out there that held a place above her in Mithghiiel’s mind. That man was nowhere near the first of her Harbingers, but he was the first to break her hold and actually defy her. Idly, Io’fayl wonders if she ever truly had a hold over him to begin with… Though in the end, it does not matter as she can now correct her mistakes with the father by focusing in on Kso’ppghiel instead. She is sure that Mithghiiel is rolling in his grave at this very moment, which amuses her greatly. Life as a simple farm boy certainly did not suit Kso’ppghiel anywhere near as well as war did. The passion he held when he kills is unmatched, even by Mithghiiel himself, so she’s been told. It was as if he could not rest until whatever was before him was lying in a pool of its own blood and the child was even able to take on her Rangas all by himself, which is an amazing feat all on its own. That passion and rage he holds inside of him is not something you can kill or trade for and possessing someone of that caliber is something she finds quite intriguing. At one time, her Harbingers were her top generals, leading the largest of her armies into every manner of battle or war. They were given more freedom than any other as her hold over them was so deep that they would simply follow her word without question. But after Mithghiiel’s betrayal, she had decided to keep them close and use them from that point out only as symbolic warnings to ensure what he had done would never again be followed. Freedom is what allowed them the opportunity to defy her and so their freedom is something she will not allow. Most conceded willingly, the occasional would put up a weak display, but she has never had to cage and bind any of them until Mithghiiel’s son. Kso’ppghiel is a rabid and untamed dog with far too much fight left in him and her quest to break him has become her greatest challenge to date. Clawed fingertips move slowly over the toned muscle of his abdomen, taking time to explore every small scar and mark he has obtained through battle over the years. Ten years has done to this child what most soldiers will never experience in a lifetime. He is almost too much for her to handle… yet that is what keeps her stubborn perseverance going. It has never been the actual tamed beast she has enjoyed, only the taming of that beast itself. Water-slicked, cream colored skin slides over toned white flesh, long arms wrapping around broad shoulders as Io’fayl embraces her sleeping Harbinger. Soft lips move against his throat, her fangs scraping lightly along the pulse beating steadily beneath as fingertips dip down into the water. She idly wonders while her fingers move, how many times he has lain with a woman, or if he has ever even loved one at all. He does not strike her as the type to lay with men… but sometimes with these soldiers, you just never know. Io’fayl straddles a muscular thigh, her entire form sinking against Kso’ppghiel’s slowly and her suspicions are quickly confirmed. He may not have conscious choice, but his body already knows what it wants. A smile forms on her lips as clawed hands reach their goal, gripping tightly before lowering her body onto the hardened flesh that awaits her. In the background as Io’fayl rocks her body against her Harbinger’s sleeping form, the sounds of her doors opening and closing resonates throughout the room. The tall Captain’s movements slow about halfway in when the commotion coming from the direction of the bath reaches his ears. A single white brow arches as his Mistress’s quiet moans begin to spill out into the air and he stands in place, simply waiting for what he now knows to be happening to come to an end. There are no other sounds mingling with the familiar pleasure that streams from Io’fayl’s lips and after a quick sweep of blue and green eyes across the empty chamber, Bal’thial realizes that it can mean only one thing. That she’s doing it doesn’t surprise him… that she hasn’t allowed him consciousness through it kind of does and a small twinge of disgust at the thought shifts through him before he even realizes it’s come and gone. Clawed finger thread into blonde plaits and her full lips meet Kso’ppghiel’s as release finally overtakes her, drowning herself in his presence. She takes little care in the fact the kiss cannot be returned, she has what she wants, a Harbinger to surpass Mithghiiel. One she will lever let go. Io’fayl’s lips linger as she moves her hips up, finally pulling herself completely away a moment later. Water splashes over the side of the recess and onto the marble floor as she steps out of the bath, walking out to meet her Captain as she is- heated liquid dripping from the ends of her long hair and a very pleased look painted on her face. “I trust you were able to obtain what I asked?” Her fingers reach out to pull long, white braids towards her as she moves in close, her body still heated from taking her Harbinger. “With ease, my Queen.” Bal’thial says while Io’fayl begins moving around his stationary form, the long clawed fingers of one hand winding in snow colored plaits while the other drags along the skin of his arm. Mismatched eyes slide back over his shoulder just as she stops directly behind to meet fire filled rust and he reaches down to unhook the small leather bag from the ties sitting low on his waist as she’s pressing in close. “After some… negotiating, I was even able to lower the price…” “Mmmm… very good.” Her fingers trace around to Bal’thial’s front loosening the sash around his waist and running claw tips under the fabric and over the muscles of his abdomen. Io’fayl brings her lips close to his ear. “There is very good reason you are my Captain. If only Kincaid was as loyal and obedient. He could learn much from your example.” Her hand moves lower, disappearing under fabric and she’s rewarded with a soft moan from the one before her when she reaches her goal. Pulling away slowly with a wider smile, she takes the bag presented to her and walks towards her bed where the discarded mask lies, removing the box and tossing the leather aside. “Perhaps, Mistress…” The tall Captain starts after he’s taken a moment to collect himself, meeting Io’fayl’s rust colored gaze when she slides it back across a slim shoulder without bothering to turn around. “…I will be able to teach your Harbinger the obedience you seek, the way one would teach a dog…” the slightest traces of a smile passes over Bal’thial’s lips. “Once your pet is well enough to rejoin the living, that is.” She grins, turning back to her original task and picking up the discarded mask, a sly smile remaining on her lips as her eyes move over the metal. “I may enjoy that more than you think.” The images that play in her mind not helping to quell the fire that still burns within her. Io’fayl seats herself on the plush mattress, setting the box and mask down before unlocking the contents, dissipating the seal. Delicate fingers reach in to pull up a charm made of glowing crystal. “Perfect… it may sedate him, but he will still be able to function well enough to learn.” She begins attaching the enchantments to the mask as she continues. “Fetch him. I need him to wake up long enough to seal his wings before these take effect. He will not be able to hold them with this.” “As you wish.” The white haired man nods as her eyes remain fixed on her task and he turns away a moment later, moving immediately towards the bathe.
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