Arethzael

I had a visitor. Rather, Faetrix had a visitor; a gentleman caller, if you will. Regardless, I was excited to have company!

He had sent word ahead that he would be arriving at the penthouse loft she owned. I stared in a cracked, scarf-adorned mirror and blotted the lipstick on Faetrix's lips, making sultry expressions only made twisted by the reflection of scarlet in my eyes. Tossing the pigmented vial into the antique vanity, I rose and sauntered through the apartment to take careful inventory. The hookah table in the center of the living space was straightened, dozens of sparkling, gemmed boxes holding various and sundry illicit substances. The Convocate had quite a habit she shoved up her nose and through her veins, as it turned out, and each box had a different treat.

Crossing to straighten a lush velour pillow on Faetrix's cigarette-burned divan, I peered out the stained glass bay window overlooking the fountains in the courtyard, and I saw him arriving. He was magnificient, handsome as his father the Lord Convocate was in his prime, and wrapped in azure and cerulean leather. I thought vaguely of how I would tear that leather off with my teeth and revel in Satchiel Kerwin's lust.

((Delayed post. This evening happened a handful of weeks ago. Bad me.))

That following night, my head was rather clear, for being completely sober this time.  Normally I couldn’t operate without a load of Thistle in my system, finding that I’m so addicted to it, to operate without it would be like drunkenness.  But today was unusual for me, my body, my system, everything was crystal clear for the time being.  It must have been that late night experience I had with him.  My body had been so hungry still, even after that wench in Dalaran, I wasn’t satisfied, hadn’t been for almost a year.  I was stuck in a box of frustration, just trying to get out, complete mental and physical agony.

Only weeks after returning to Silvermoon after a long, long trip, I find Silvermoon nothing like it was.  Simply because the people changed.

Women used to be so easy, a quick prey, and done.  Falling into your lap like drunken whores.  Now it's as if you must have been included into a tight clique in order to obtain what one wants willingly.  Damn the bitches, but I'm up for a challenge.  If none wish to go willing any more, then I will simply take what it is I am after.  I've always resorted to such force in the end on some past encounter, but now I find I'm going to have to reach a new hieght in my game.  I just want a new toy....

I find no familiar faces lately, but I do find tasteful new ones.

[ Read beyond the break. :x ]

I think that dart packed more of a punch than I thought...

My head feels like it's stuffed with linen... ugh.

I was beside myself with rage. Even given the pleasant walk and the nerve-wracking crowd that formed midway, I was unable to shake that anger. Xannivard, the doddering old idiot, has likely cost me Jasper Nox. Sweet, confused Jasper, who was pursued to obey that bastard's order, and now that I actually wanted him but he was worthless to my father, he saw fit to 'accidentally' let his tongue slip.

Accident, my pale ass. Now, Jasper Nox was anxious around me. My dear father's fool tongue made a quick excuse, but not even Daeliel and her mana-addled head would buy that stupid cover-up. I hardly expected Jasper to believe it. He must've done it on purpose. Further punishment for dulling Mother's pain. I made her loving, made her pain-free and readily accepting of what Father could offer, and this is the damnable thanks I get!

I saved his ill-fated marriage, and this is the gratitude he shows my benevolence! It isn't MY fault he can't keep even the most devoted wife!

Daeliel was screaming at me for something. I stopped listening to the whore after about the first syllable. I could feel the hunger twisting in my gut; my meeting with Jasper Nox hadn't borne fruit. I sank against the divan, contemplating how to properly address the new issues that had come up.

I guess I had gotten distracted, because Daeliel lunged forward and raked her nails across my face, slapping me with the fury of an addict denied. Suddenly, everything came into tight, strict focus.

Dammit!

This... quarry... is proving to be more difficult than I thought. But no matter! I will have him! I must!

[ Areth is getting busy. Raawr. ]

The drumbeat was like a pulse. It pounded, hot and lustful, in my ears and shook my bones. I leaned back in the cushioned divan, steepling my hands like I'd seen Xannivard do when he was plotting. Across the table from me sat a tarted up whore, glorified by noble gold and a sense of entitlement that only the priciest bitches could demand...

[ Just some eyecandy. I'm not fond of the drawing, but I was inspired to add to the stock for the ladies here. This was the initial drawing I did of teenage/young-adult Arethzael. ]

Silvermoon. A glittering city of filth and scum under a thin, cracking veneer of nobility and class.

What a tantalizing lie...

 I was born into this world naked and screaming, and I want to see the rest of the world in the same way.

[ Something has given Ythika a fresh new outlook. Inspired by the phrase I have always heard. ]

[ Oh, Ithy... she's taken a turn for the worse. Sadly, her talks with a vindicator haven't helped her, despite the outward appearance of repentance. ]
[ Inspired by this remix I found of Nine Inch Nail's "My Violent Heart". It's actually a mashup, and it's friggin great. ]

[ snipsnip. ]