[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/JZBd50w.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]The topic of sin interested her.
"Are we not all expected to sin?" She asked from where she was, bent at the waist and curious. Her features peeked just beyond the scaffolding, down to the show floor covered in specimen displays. A peculiar place as any, the tubes and vials all labeled with names and dates; arrivals times. As they had once lived, so had each of these creatures died, and in her youth, Pfifer questioned what reasoning the good doctor had for his research. "To live is to sin."
The chuckle he gave was infectious. Much like the specimens. Much like the focal point of this research. A truly terrible sound, regardless the magnetism it rekindled in her lower abdomen. A toxic mistake. "Sin is a creation of man. Not the Gods, not the Vigil- just the common, every day man." His hands were now quick when they met her features, palms to cheeks, warm. A slow movement. "These beings do not sin. They have no ties left to mankind. More beast that human, really... I'm sure you know beasts cannot sin."
"So I've been told." The mage exhaled deeply through her nose, turning outward as a means to shake the hands and the doctor's attention. "But what of their purpose? If they're simply animals, what good are they doing us?"
"Labor. The intensive kind. Mindless, grueling work that no pretty High Elf like yourself would want to do..." A smirk made his appearance more sinister than she had once thought it to have been. "So they will be made, grown, stored, and then sold. Like cattle. Like machines. Like all the modern conveniences you often find useful in your everyday life... Why? Do you find yourself seeing more than creatures in those cages?"
"No." she said softly, admittedly unsympathetic with the beings transformed by the doctor. His samples were dead ones. She had yet been shown what the live ones were like. "I was just curious how one such as yourself became so immersed in the act of defilement."
"Oh?" He inquired, letting his expression slip briefly. "Defilement?"
"Haven't you taken what the Gods created, and completely transformed it? This isn't what was intended.." The hands at her cheeks were lowered, finding Pfifer's throat in a resting embrace. No pressure. "I mean no disrespect-"
"I don't expect you to understand my work." Both seemed impossibly still, statues overlooking the hall of shaping. "I really don't. You have come a long way from your native Telara to learn an art few truly have the stomach for. I breathe life into these beings because they are otherwise mere husks. Listless, boring Brevanians with nothing guiding their motives or actions but the whispers of Crucia. If they want to be puppets, I will make sure they have no strings to hold them down..." Hands would release the captive throat to fall limp at the doctor's side. "So, the Gods long ago left this place if they're willing to let my 'defiling' commence."
Pfifer didn't answer for some time. What fear she harbored was thrumming quivering cords of her heart like a harpist plucking a shaky tune. "But you know how to heal? To mend?"
"That is what I do best, Ms. Rhodion. I'm a doctor, after all."
"My love, we have arrived. How will we start the ritual?"
Pfifer Rhodion allowed herself to return her wandering attention span towards the happenings in the clearing; familiar fingers bringing her scantily clad form closer to the other Elf. The two seemed to compliment one another, and though Leon was taller by several inches, she never considered herself a lesser to her mate. It was, in some ways, a mutual partnership- though there were times one needed to take the reins and lead. Expected behavior when part of a duo. Still, she was worried in that distant way. The fact Leon was able to move on his own was astonishing in it's own right, but long ago, the Mage had learned to silently question everything when it gave her reason to doubt. As long as her partner was well, and capable, his condition wasn't a pressing matter. At least now, given their new location, she could begin mending his outer deformities as a means to speed up the process.
"With fire and with blood." Her voice was a whisper, but it spoke volumes of intention- of why the two were where they stood, protected beneath the magically imbued shielding Leon had created. The night was quiet. Explanation was a story within a story, though she would choose brevity under these circumstances. Even while held, she was removing her gloves; long fingers as pale as the moonlight stretching with the motion. "I will grind the ingredients into a powder, and burn it. The act itself shouldn't take more than a moment or two..." Already trailing off to gather supplies, the woman broke away from Leon with a throaty purr before standing mere feet away, mortar and pestle pulled from her bag. She sank low to the grass, robes riding high on seemingly bare skin beneath; continuing to tease their spectator without pause.
"The smoke will fill the clearing... Or, in this case, your containment spell?" Her strangely glowing hues sparked between tending to crushing herbs, and bouncing upwards along Leon's figure. "Were you so worried we would be found? Or were you afraid I would run?" Such thoughts brought a smile upon Pfifer's visage, contrast to the dark ritual their pair worked to accomplish under the otherwise open sky. Her way was one of opposing moods and quiet revelry. Business as usual. Treading a fine line between seriousness without humor, and an almost intoxicating brand of mischief she seemed to exude with every pleased expression. Components readied after a few moments, the Elf settled onto her knees to begin sprinkling a dusted circle to outline where the magic boundaries lay. Palm to the end, she rested in flat in the trail just long enough to set a spark to the raw materials, and then pulled back her fingers to blow away the remnants that clung.
Around them, the circle of fire whooshed to life. Warm, encompassing, and in may ways, just as insurmountable as the barrier it paralleled.
Remaining on her hands and knees, Pfifer's head slowly rolled on her shoulders while she mentioned offhandedly, "Now, we start the ritual on our knees. The Gods have always been quite fond of this method of worship... Though, should you wish to play coy, I can make believe for your benefit." A set of bare digits sat at her hip, grasping the veil of garment to tug achingly slow upwards. Exposing a fair thigh and the hinted curve of her ass, the woman added quietly, "Try not to act so dour, Leon. Magic can be fun, you know."
"Are we not all expected to sin?" She asked from where she was, bent at the waist and curious. Her features peeked just beyond the scaffolding, down to the show floor covered in specimen displays. A peculiar place as any, the tubes and vials all labeled with names and dates; arrivals times. As they had once lived, so had each of these creatures died, and in her youth, Pfifer questioned what reasoning the good doctor had for his research. "To live is to sin."
The chuckle he gave was infectious. Much like the specimens. Much like the focal point of this research. A truly terrible sound, regardless the magnetism it rekindled in her lower abdomen. A toxic mistake. "Sin is a creation of man. Not the Gods, not the Vigil- just the common, every day man." His hands were now quick when they met her features, palms to cheeks, warm. A slow movement. "These beings do not sin. They have no ties left to mankind. More beast that human, really... I'm sure you know beasts cannot sin."
"So I've been told." The mage exhaled deeply through her nose, turning outward as a means to shake the hands and the doctor's attention. "But what of their purpose? If they're simply animals, what good are they doing us?"
"Labor. The intensive kind. Mindless, grueling work that no pretty High Elf like yourself would want to do..." A smirk made his appearance more sinister than she had once thought it to have been. "So they will be made, grown, stored, and then sold. Like cattle. Like machines. Like all the modern conveniences you often find useful in your everyday life... Why? Do you find yourself seeing more than creatures in those cages?"
"No." she said softly, admittedly unsympathetic with the beings transformed by the doctor. His samples were dead ones. She had yet been shown what the live ones were like. "I was just curious how one such as yourself became so immersed in the act of defilement."
"Oh?" He inquired, letting his expression slip briefly. "Defilement?"
"Haven't you taken what the Gods created, and completely transformed it? This isn't what was intended.." The hands at her cheeks were lowered, finding Pfifer's throat in a resting embrace. No pressure. "I mean no disrespect-"
"I don't expect you to understand my work." Both seemed impossibly still, statues overlooking the hall of shaping. "I really don't. You have come a long way from your native Telara to learn an art few truly have the stomach for. I breathe life into these beings because they are otherwise mere husks. Listless, boring Brevanians with nothing guiding their motives or actions but the whispers of Crucia. If they want to be puppets, I will make sure they have no strings to hold them down..." Hands would release the captive throat to fall limp at the doctor's side. "So, the Gods long ago left this place if they're willing to let my 'defiling' commence."
Pfifer didn't answer for some time. What fear she harbored was thrumming quivering cords of her heart like a harpist plucking a shaky tune. "But you know how to heal? To mend?"
"That is what I do best, Ms. Rhodion. I'm a doctor, after all."
---
"My love, we have arrived. How will we start the ritual?"
Pfifer Rhodion allowed herself to return her wandering attention span towards the happenings in the clearing; familiar fingers bringing her scantily clad form closer to the other Elf. The two seemed to compliment one another, and though Leon was taller by several inches, she never considered herself a lesser to her mate. It was, in some ways, a mutual partnership- though there were times one needed to take the reins and lead. Expected behavior when part of a duo. Still, she was worried in that distant way. The fact Leon was able to move on his own was astonishing in it's own right, but long ago, the Mage had learned to silently question everything when it gave her reason to doubt. As long as her partner was well, and capable, his condition wasn't a pressing matter. At least now, given their new location, she could begin mending his outer deformities as a means to speed up the process.
"With fire and with blood." Her voice was a whisper, but it spoke volumes of intention- of why the two were where they stood, protected beneath the magically imbued shielding Leon had created. The night was quiet. Explanation was a story within a story, though she would choose brevity under these circumstances. Even while held, she was removing her gloves; long fingers as pale as the moonlight stretching with the motion. "I will grind the ingredients into a powder, and burn it. The act itself shouldn't take more than a moment or two..." Already trailing off to gather supplies, the woman broke away from Leon with a throaty purr before standing mere feet away, mortar and pestle pulled from her bag. She sank low to the grass, robes riding high on seemingly bare skin beneath; continuing to tease their spectator without pause.
"The smoke will fill the clearing... Or, in this case, your containment spell?" Her strangely glowing hues sparked between tending to crushing herbs, and bouncing upwards along Leon's figure. "Were you so worried we would be found? Or were you afraid I would run?" Such thoughts brought a smile upon Pfifer's visage, contrast to the dark ritual their pair worked to accomplish under the otherwise open sky. Her way was one of opposing moods and quiet revelry. Business as usual. Treading a fine line between seriousness without humor, and an almost intoxicating brand of mischief she seemed to exude with every pleased expression. Components readied after a few moments, the Elf settled onto her knees to begin sprinkling a dusted circle to outline where the magic boundaries lay. Palm to the end, she rested in flat in the trail just long enough to set a spark to the raw materials, and then pulled back her fingers to blow away the remnants that clung.
Around them, the circle of fire whooshed to life. Warm, encompassing, and in may ways, just as insurmountable as the barrier it paralleled.
Remaining on her hands and knees, Pfifer's head slowly rolled on her shoulders while she mentioned offhandedly, "Now, we start the ritual on our knees. The Gods have always been quite fond of this method of worship... Though, should you wish to play coy, I can make believe for your benefit." A set of bare digits sat at her hip, grasping the veil of garment to tug achingly slow upwards. Exposing a fair thigh and the hinted curve of her ass, the woman added quietly, "Try not to act so dour, Leon. Magic can be fun, you know."
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