Dekarta had been dreaming in a strange place. The former castle he had been in was cold and he was not sure what purpose they had for him. when he awoke from the cold stone floor he found himself in a strange place. There were so many strange occurences that kept occuring in dreams. He would become a shadow of himself. A power he knew he possessed but this traveling was not something he understood entirely yet. Sadly he didnt need sleep so he knew these bouts of unconciousness were something altogether different. Part of his awareness but a struggle for stasis maybe. When he opened his eyes he was in the new place. There was an altogether different castle in the distance and he saw forest and trees in the surrounds.
He wished for the dark and hid for a time. As he did his body became a shadow and he was able to stalk the land, as a fae and in shadow form he was not discernible to the eyes of the casual observer and he sought a place of refuge and a reason for his presence here. He did not think it so random he was led here. It seemed since these powers had come upon him he was dragged to different places. But this had a feel like Menzobezzaran. The home of his people, the underdark. It was as if not a normal plane or place. He could feel it within him as he moved, even in shadow he felt it.
As he made his way towards the castle he kept off the road till he could learn more about this place and the people who dwelled here.
Dekarta began appearing more solid. Using his shadow form only during the day to hide from those who might come upon him. He began to listen to conversations listening to things people said about things that were going on in the kingdom.
It seemed this was the realm of a witch named Desdemona. and a demon named garret also resided or shared control of this realm it was rumored. Many of the fae spoke to much. As he moved throughout the territory in shadow form unnoticed he was able to listen to many conversations hearing things that others might not want him to listen to. He finally decided He might make an appearance near the entrance to the castle. What they would make of him he wasnt sure. But he meant no harm. He could always disappear again worst case. He decided he would say hello to those in residence and perhaps ask for permission to build a small home on the outskirts of the veil. It wouldnt do to do so without the witches permission, she would know before long if he did so and he could tell the two were quite powerful. So he knocked carefully upon their door as he appeared hoping he might get a good reception.
Their hips met in restless abandon, thrust for thrust, moan for groan. They were in unison, especially for beings who would not profess love, at least not yet on his won part, this was no easy feat. Their compatability fed from their thirst, their desire, for something more than this. for a war, and for power. Both wants aiding each other, hand in hand, as they soon would be. Garret heard her words as he dug deeper, and deeper within her with each thrust. His lips dug into her neck, her chest, where ever they could anxiously, as though this was something he’d been waiting for all his life. For the past almost 200 years, it was. This, and power, and her words only strengthened the desire for both. She pledged herself to him, she gave herself to him willingly, without any other demand but a war. With Garret being an information dealer officially, this would be much easier than even she could realize. She would have her war, and ti would come before she could possibly imagine.
His mind diverted from this after her words were finished, his eyes falling back to her neck, her chest, anything he could catch within them, until he shut his lids as he came closer to his climax. Grunt after grunt, thrust after powerful thrust, the sound of skin slapping quickly and powerfully, repeatedly at the same heightened rate echoed the empty room as their moans and his groans and grunts flowed from their lips, through the door, and into the hall. His pace hastened, his thrusts hardened, and before long, it happened. He growled with pleasure, his entire body tensing as he released his load within her. The pelasure coursed through him like an angry river flowing through winding mountain paths. The deal was sealed, their fates intertwined until the deal was completed. Until both parties were satisfied with their results. Once he was finished, he lazily rolled from on top of her, though he was still hard, and trobbing, reared and ready to go for round two. Though his mind was exhausted, his body tensed beyond measure, exposing every muscle within his well built form. His chest rose and fell with deep, quick breaths from exhaustion, yet there he stood, waiting for another chance at her. Though the rest of him hardlty had the energy to walk. Never had he been so physically pleased by a woman’s smell, her touch, her warmth.
After a short while, he huffed in amusement. “Round two?” the huff was a clear sign that he was kidding, but he would not stop another go around were it offered, as long as he was not doing any work. “You shall have your war, M’Lady. By my life, I swear this to be true.”
What a virile creature Garret was. The sheer power of his thrusting in wild abandon, and having his way with Desdemona. Her words had spun their own magic upon him, and lifted him to a new level of excitement, his fight for conquest won over the witch. The spoils were all the more sweeter, her body offering itself, releasing the dew like honey of her sex, that acted as a lubricant that super heated their loins. The ritualistic movement of their bodies, timed in perfect harmony. Sinful sounds of skin slapping melding with the cries and moans that escaped parted lips, only to be quashed by fevered kisses. The tingling sensation that raced through Desdemona’s blood, as her clawed digits scratched at his skin causing a tattoo like marking that would later heal, but be a long reminder of this night of fulfillment.
And then that final moment, where the crescendo of their love making reached its dizzying heights, Desdemona released a song like cry, that shattered glasses and vases that were littered around her chambers. The aftershocks left her practically numb and unable to move for a few moments, while her chest rose and fell rapidly. Garret was not spent, not completely. His member clearly still erect, and he would be able to go for round two as he joked, but she knew by his tone, that he had enjoyed the fruits of their toil.
“A rematch, perhaps when fully rested.” Desdemona said almost breathlessly. “Plus, the plans I have for war shall not be left idle. There is much to do.” Clearly she still saw the need for war to compete with her desire to copulate. Garret had pleased her, there was no mistaking it, but they were like minded creatures, and he would surely appreciate that of her. Rolling out of bed, she strolled over and took up a red robe, threading her arms through it, and flicking back her hair, so it flowed in a torrent down her back.
“Wait…I hear something.” Desdemona stopped in her tracks, and she furrowed her brows, as she felt a presence moving within the veil. This was her world, and though she could not easily leave it, she knew when creatures arrived and departed.
The witch then spun at an alarming speed, vanishing from sight, and the door opening and then slamming again, while a vapour moved through out the castle, only to take form in behind the man that knocked. Appearing as she had been in her chambers, the swell of her bosom visible through the fine silk, and the heat of sex still lingering, she smiled and folded her arms behind the visitor.
“I do hope you are not one of those, door to door types.” The witch said, a wry grin upon her lips as she observed this most handsome creature.
“Is it raining men today?”
She then stood defensively if he was not the friendly kind of demon. “Well?”
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Dekarta moved into the room like a shadow. His body was dark almost of chitin obsidian. Well muscled he didnt lack for beauty, but his form was almost elusive as he came into the room. He became more solid as he came forwarded uttering a greeting.
Looking to the Lady Desdemona and the Lord Garrett. he tried not to appear in any way disrespectful.
“I am sorry to disturb you both. I have been in the realm for a time. I arrived in the realm rather unexpectedly awhile ago and had inquired among the other fae as to whom ruled here. I had been told The lady Desdemona had a Castle here and ruled the realm. Being a refugee I decided I should come and introduce myself. I didnt want to be seen as a sneak. Being one of my kind Im usually seen as such. We shadowmages tend to get such a bad repuation, you know? I was looking to make a residence somewhere within the realm as it seems im stuck here if that would be acceptable.”
His form darted about the room looking about in shadow at various objects in the room, his shadow darkening the room as he looked at all the finery.
” Her majesty does indeed have excellent taste.” he said bowing to her.
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Garret lay on his back in the bed, eyes shut with slight exhaustion as he simply relaxed. He paid no mind to Desdemona’s sudden parting, as his own was necessary as well. He had to plant the seeds, gather information. The days ahead would be long and busy, but the reward would be greater still. Garret stood from the bed, slowly moving to gather his clothes and replace them on his body. His dress shirt was torn at the buttons, but it did not matter. He threw it on anyways, and placed his jacket over it. As he dressed, his mind flew. Desdemona, the desire of all within the Veil, had just pledged herself, wholly to him. She had just promised him power, and asked for something so simple as starting a war in return. The day could NOT get better.
Fully dressed, Garret fled the room at a calm and steady pace as he could hear Desdemona speaking with the stranger at the door. Even after he’d pleased her, she found the time to flirt. Chuckling softly to himself, he decided he’d be having more fun with her than he’d originally assumed. Making it to the door, he opened it to see the stranger and Desdemona outside, speaking. The stranger had a look about him that showed confusion. Garret rose a brow at this. How does one enter the veil, without knowing? They are summoned by the only man who could open the portal to it. Yet, Garret could not think of a specific reason why Cypher would do such a thing. He shrugged it off to the corner of his mind, storing it for a later time, when it became relevant. So, he simply nodded his head to the man.“Greetings.”
Making his way past the man, he went to Desdemona, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close, his hand gripping her arse tightly as he planted his lips against her in rough passion. Desire pouring through him to her once more, before releasing her lips of his own a few moments later. “I must away. Planning to do, Seeds to sew, Wolves to anger. The usual. I shall return at Sunrise, to ensure you do not go….unpleasured.” releasing her of his grip, he bowed his head to the stranger, and turned. As he walked, he spoke the name three times that would open his exit from this place. “Cypher, Cypher, Cypher.” With that, the portal opened before him, and he stepped through, disappearing within as it shut behind him.
Hearing Garret say Greetings to the stranger from behind her, drew her attention away, and with a smug smile, she soon found herself within Garret’s arms, and being kissed with a fiery passion. So much desire flooded from him, and in releasing her, he made it clear he was starting the war this very moment, once he left the veil.
“I must away. Planning to do, Seeds to sew, Wolves to anger. The usual. I shall return at Sunrise, to ensure you do not go….unpleasured.” Promises promises promises. Desdemona would of course react as expected, with a pleased expression, and waved to him as he departed through the portal, after saying the incantation of “”Cypher, Cypher, Cypher.”
Patting her hair lightly, Desdemona now turned her attentions back to the stranger.
“Soooo…a shadowmage. Interesting. And don’t worry about reputations here, we all have them. Some good…others bad.” her face was slightly comical, as her reputation was…well bad. “But enough about such things. You are looking for a place here…and I have plenty. Land is something I have much of her in the veil. Course…there is always a price for such things.” her eyes glazed over and she made a luscious pout. “I’m…always willing to negotiate though.”
Dekarta listened to their exchange with rapt attention. He heard this mention of Cypher. There was no Cypher who brought him here. He had travelled here on his own. He was not truly in control of his travelling as of yet but there was a reason that brought him to this place. Perhps it had been something he was seeking or something that was seeking him. He was not sure as of yet. What he was sure though was though if he needed to he could escape readily and perhaps leave this plane entirely. He hoped it would be a welcoming place. This Desdemona seemed a welcoming sort but he would have to be watchful of this Ctypher and careful also of Garret it seemed to him as seemed more of the trickster sort.
Dekarta listened to her say…
“Soooo…a shadowmage. Interesting. And don’t worry about reputations here, we all have them. Some good…others bad.””But enough about such things. You are looking for a place here…and I have plenty. Land is something I have much of her in the veil. Course…there is always a price for such things.”I’m…always willing to negotiate though.”
He thought for a moment before responding, Well M’lady, What exactly did you have in mind? I can offer my services in whatever way you would have them. he said the last part with a grin.
Garret had left with promises he would return and the war of all wars would take place. Yes…she knew she could count on him to go to the land of the bipedals and doggies and cause no end of trouble. But right now, Desdemona had another gorgeous hunk of spunk on her doorstep, and she secretly thought that it was like the Sin sisters had granted all her wishes at once. In fact, it took her mind off the shaggy ones over on the other side of the veil.
” Well M’lady, What exactly did you have in mind? I can offer my services in whatever way you would have them”
Oh that smile. Captivating and so very…sexy. Desdemona threaded her arm through his and gestured he walk with her, inside her palatial home. “Forgive the mess…so hard to find good quality servants that clean in loin cloths.” She chuckled darkly and then let out a feminine sigh. Gazing up with her wicked green eyes, she chewed her bottom lip and couldn’t help but ask. “So what exactly CAN you do? I mean, crossing the shadows is fun and all, but…I’d like to the see the menu…I mean, I’d like to know what your specialty is.”
Coming to a large open hall, that was a sitting chamber with many rugs, cushions, couches and a large roaring fire place up one end. She often used this to entertain, have orgies…that sort of thing. Desdemona rounded on the young man, and placed her hands on his chest, and purred.
“Or better yet…show me.”
Dekarta thought for a moment before he answered her question when she asked…
“So what exactly CAN you do? I mean, crossing the shadows is fun and all, but…I’d like to the see the menu…I mean, I’d like to know what your specialty is.”
She had led him to a hall and his thoughts were swirling. He had many abilities. Though he was still understanding all of what he was He did know one thing he had pieced the viel himself not been brought here by another as Garret had suggested. Which is something she might find intresting. He was about to explain that when she said…
“Or better yet…show me.”
Her allure was truly captivating he was almost speechless….
“Well my lady there are quite a few things I can do. Most of them are batlle related, as I am trained in magical combat and shadow magic, However there is one thing I think You might find particularly intresting.”
pulling her close to him he affected a shadow change on his form as he did it changed her as well allowing her to become as we was briefly.
“I can walk right out of the veil like this. We arent in the Veil now. But for a moment we cannot be affected by any in here or seen by only a few.”
He breathed in her scent, feeling her next to him and then changed back to coproral form allowing them to fade back to the veil.
“I am not a typical practioner of the shadow arts as you can see. Though I am still defining my art.”
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When the pair turned into that of the shadow, and actually passed from the veil into the other side, but like wisps of ghosts, Desdemona was beside herself. This was one mean trick, one she herself had never been able to master. However, being in Dekarta’s arms, it was indeed possible.
“I can walk right out of the veil like this. We aren’t in the Veil now. But for a moment we cannot be affected by any in here or seen by only a few.”
Looking around her and seeing that they were no longer in the veil gave the witch the shivers. Tingling with excitement, she was positively giddy. “The things I have done to try and harness a power like this. You truly are unique, Dekarta. I can’t begin to tell you how impressed I am by your unusual talent.” There was no mistaking the twinkle in her eyes, as the came back to the veil, and as he let her go, she then started to clap like she was a child at the fair.
She poked her tongue between her teeth and felt like the cat that ate the canary. Now looking at Dekarta in a whole new light, she winked and gestured with her finger with a come hither look.
“Follow me, and perhaps we can discuss how you can find a home here, and I can show you what I can do.”
With a renewed bounce in her step, she skittered along the ancient corridor, passing room upon room of servants, and the odd torture chamber. Till reaching a special room, that she had to open with a key.
“In here…is my study. I keep all my spell books and some potions. There is a lab as well, I dabble in alchemy when the mood hits me.” She gushed, finally finding the right key and unlocking the door. Sure enough, when the door opened, the magnificence and size of this room was breathtaking.
Row upon row of book cases with some so high they require ladders, and then there was the potions section, with all manners of vials and specimens, even jars with heads in them. One shelf had a row of glass pots, that contained wolf fetuses. Needless to say, she had been doing strange experiments on the wolves…but the purpose would go unknown for now.
She spun around in the center and lifted one shoulder with a charming smile and asked;
“So…what do you think?”
He listened to her well as she clapped and said..
“The things I have done to try and harness a power like this. You truly are unique, Dekarta. I can’t begin to tell you how impressed I am by your unusual talent.”
Dekarta was glad to hear he had impressed her. He had wanted her to understand that he could travel freely also, he simply enjoyed this place and wished to make a home within the realm. He found her allure so captivating as well. She had a spark in her eyes and a walk and manner he hadnt seen in the any of his kind thus far.
“Follow me, and perhaps we can discuss how you can find a home here, and I can show you what I can do.”
Dekarta followed behind her admiring the view as she sauntered ahead. She was a lovely creature indeed he thought idly.
then she opened the door to a new chamber. Audibly gasping as she opened the room it looked so much like his old parents rooms. They too had been experimenters in the dark arts, the fey ri who had taken him. That was how he had been made what he was. A shadowcaster born from minor Drow nobility. It was only when his power had exceeded their own that they could no longer contain him. Memories flooded his mind as he saw the jars and bookshelves lining the room. It was so much. He wanted to scream but he did not want to unburden his soul so soon. To anyone. He became almost eeriely calm. His body a mask for the troubled sea within.
hearing her ask his opinion of the place he simply replied…
” It is a well supplied study much like that of the Fey’ri I knew. You must know you art well to have such a place.”
” It is a well supplied study much like that of the Fey’ri I knew. You must know you art well to have such a place.”
For a moment, Desdemona was too caught up in the delights of her potions room, to hear what Dekarta had said, but when she did pay heed, there was something in his eyes. His voice..calm, like that of the waves before a storm. When the seas are flat, and there is no wind, you know, that you are in for the perfect storm. Desdemona’s intuition had never let her down, and especially not today.
“The Fey’ri, you say? I am well aware of their magics…rather dark too.” Her voice had a rich purr to it, as she sauntered back over to Dekarta, and she raised her hand to caress his cheek. “You know they say our eyes are the windows to our soul.” She got closer and made sure he heard her.“If I stare long enough, perhaps I shall see more than your soul. Perhaps the very thing that brought you to my door.” The last words were said barely as a whisper. It was not just in her learned arts of dark magic, the witch had an insight few could understand. Though she doesn’t let too many get close. Until now.
“Tell you what. I’ll disclose my greatest secret to you….if you open up to me” She smiled like a little girl that wanted an invite to a grand party.
Dekarta was not sure he could trust her, for that matter he didnt really trust anyone. However he found her allure bewitching.
She was the first to speak to him with an open candor, not a deceit. Rather than trying tio take from him by force.
She offered to share her own secrets. If he would share his.
He thought to himself if he was to truly know her and him her they might need to talk more of the origins.
As she came closer to him, the electricity between the two of them was felt.
” Well I guess you need to know some of my history. I was from a minor house of nobility in the drow. But my family had disgraced the ruling queen she demaned penance. So my family acquired for her an object from two Fey’ri. Their price in return was their first born son, me. I was kept captive for many years on another plane. I was experimented on in a room much like this one. They taught me also the dark arts. That is how I have become what I am. I am an amaglam of shadow magic. My power made me into a shadow walker, and battlemage. I can travel between and through worlds. I haven’t even discovered the true limits yet of my power. I finally escaped them as what they had made they could hold no bounds on in the end. How can you hold a boundless shadow? Especially one you held captive and pained? Their plan was flawed by design. Yet here I am.”
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Desdemona leaned against her work bench and folded her arms, listening to Dekarta explain in part why this particular room in her castle had him react in such a manner. The tale that unfolded, was one that could make your skin crawl, and to think he was nothing more than an experiment for some noble drow family. Used and abused clearly.
They taught me also the dark arts. That is how I have become what I am. I am an amaglam of shadow magic. My power made me into a shadow walker, and battlemage. I can travel between and through worlds. I haven’t even discovered the true limits yet of my power. I finally escaped them as what they had made they could hold no bounds on in the end.
Now this was where things got increasing interesting. He wasa an amaglam of shadow magic, and could pass the veil easily. Something she simply was unable to do, HOWEVER, there was a secret that she had kept even from the likes of Cypher. Why give away your prize piece to someone like the Warlock King? Lowering her arms, Desdemona pushed herself off the edge of her work station, and sauntered over to Dekarta and placed a finger upon his lips, with a hint of a smile.
“Well, you don’t have to fear about me trying anything against you like the two Fey’ri. But, I did promise to reveal my greatest secret, didn’t I?” Backing up, she spun around and walked over to something large that was covered in a black sheet. Clearly it wasn’t used often, for dust had gathered on the top. Reaching up with one hand, Desdemona ripped back the black sheet to reveal a mirror. This mirror was aged beyond imagination. The inscriptions and animals that were carved into its frame from both this world and the one of humans. But…it was the reflection that was truly unusual. The inside of the mirror was not that of the reflection of the room they were in. It was another room, an attic of a house. Releasing the black sheet from her hand, she winked at Dekarta and said;
“You ready for this?”
Desdemona then went to stand in front of the mirror, while on the other side, a woman of the exact likeness of Desdemona did the same. Dressed as a typical suburban mom, she was the epitome of what you would expect from your typical “desperate housewife.”
“I wondered when you were going to seek my help, Desdemona.” The woman on the other side of the mirror said, with hands on hips. “Life is pretty boring at the moment, and I could use me some fun.”
Desdemona just rolled her eyes, and then glanced over her shoulder at Dekarta and said.
“Dekarta…meet Deidre, wanna be witch, and human. She’s my eyes and ears in the human world.”
Deidre wiggled her fingers at Dekarta and then leans forward to mouth to Desdemona. “He’s cute.” Typical of Deidre, was her appetite for men, even though in the real world she was married. Desdemona waved it off, and then said.
“So…I have a request. I want you to find me a pregnant werewolf, lure her into a place where my good friend here, Dekarta, can step across the veil…and bring her to me.”
Deidre bit her tongue and hopped up and down. “I know just the place to look. The mall. They seem to be attracted to baby boutiques like moths to a flame. Shouldn’t be hard.” The lookalike said as they both looked at Dekarta.
“Are you game to play…catch a wolf?”
Dekarta smiled as she revealed the mirror. His Fey’ri parents had mirrors to many worlds. What did surprise him however was her connection to the human host. Amazing he thought an identical self in another world. But the mirror and her alternate self allowed him to do something that might be much harder other wise. He could go to this plane directly as she suggested.
She said.. “So…I have a request. I want you to find me a pregnant werewolf, lure her into a place where my good friend here, Dekarta, can step across the veil…and bring her to me.”
Laughing to himself, as the two discussed their plans he said ” Of course I’m game but first we must establish a connection.”
While touching the beautiful Desdemona he laid his shadowed form upon the mirrors edge then disappeared himself, Letting go of Desdemona so as not to drag her through with him, just enough to allow him to feel her alters presence. As he did, he appeared Lithely next to her alters self….
” Well hello Deidre, It is nice to meet you. I do hope you are ready to some wolf hunting for our lovely Desdemona. “