RP:Claiming Iktomis mind (AoF)

Iktomi enters the tavern for the first time and looks around. Clad in the wolf fur, she still seems to favor the barbaric look, then again, the lioness is wild at heart, the beast of the cat world. Dak catches her attention and she nods to him, firmness in her movements. Iktomi seemed proud this day and seemed to carry herself that way, perhaps due to a good hunt. Who knows.

Gorkall sat tired at the bar. His dulled eyes settled into the crimson liquid that filled his glass. The sound of the door creaking caused him to turn and face the entrance. The sight of Iktomi seemed to cause Gorkall a slew of emotions. He was confused, happy and angry all at once. The behemoth had gone through some strange times recently and was having trouble making up from down. A smile did allow itself across his visage as he waved Iktomi over to him before turning back to his glass. The Ogre would look very different from the last time they met, donning Guardians war armor, a demonic-skulled staff, and most noticeably a nice set of twisted horns that seemed to of sprouted from his cranium.

Iktomi caught the wave and she made her way over to him with a smile and a good strong spirit, "Greetings Gorkall. I must say, you look... like a king." Her eyes travel over his armor, to the staff and to his horns. She smiles more, "The horns compleate it and I like it. You are a king." The lioness tooka seat next to him, but she didn't touch him, for she sensed something different about him but she didn't know what.

Gorkall chuckled at Iktomi's words as he ran his index finger across the tip of his glass. The Ogre sniffling to himself as he paused for a moment. "Oh? Well I'm sad to say that the crown still isn't in my possession. Though it will be... Soon."He turned from his drink to face Iktomi once more and took a moment to admire the woman's beauty. He appreciated the barbaric appearance among her. He shook his head and bit his lip. "Someone of your looks shouldn't be marching around Gamorg. You're lucky some of the lil' 'uns haven't made you theirs already."

Iktomi laughs a bit, "I think the fact of most seeing me around you keeps me safe." She looks down to her hands and sighs, "I have had problems, but I have gotten out of them without harming any of your people. I left with a few bumbs and bruises." The lioness lifted her head and looked to Gorkall, her eyes finding his horns and starting at them, "But, being your friend keeps me safe for the most part, and I don't think any of your people would want something like... like this. *she gestures to herself* I am ugly compared to real elfs and humans."

Gorkall arched a brow at Iktomi and simply shook his head before a scowl curled across his lips, his vile teeth revealed. "Filthy humans and pointy-ears. They need to be extinct. The whole lot of 'um. an there ain't a single 'un whos got the looks of you." Gorkalls snarl faded and his accent as well as he went back to his drink. A strange emotion coursed through him as the horns that sprouted from his head began to pulse. His mind racing in curiosity to the strange emotion.

Iktomi laughs loudly and her eyes narrow, "I agree. Humans know nothing and all they do it beg and whine. Elfs, well they think they are above everyone else. They are snotty and rude as are humans." She looks at the menu to see what might catch her eye, "Though, you and your people, well, you all work for what you want, and never beg. I like that. My father and I, we hunt for what we need and that is it. We don't ask for help and are always sharing what we don't need." A thought reached her head and she looked to Gorkall, "When we catch something we can't finish, could your city use what is left of our kills? We would be happy to provide for you and your people."

Gorkall waved his hand in dismissal to the question that was passed his way. "No. Our people are men of war, not scavengers. We do not wish your left overs." A sudden pang ran through Gorkall's body as a grin suddenly spread across his face. He reached out and took Iktomi's hand. "It's a little loud here, Isn't it Iktomi? Why don't you say we go back to my hut and speak there." A deviant smile plagued his visage as the horns on his head throbbed at the base. The Ogre rose from his seat and approached the exit with Iktomi's hand in his own, hoping her to follow freely.

Iktomi blinked and shurgged, "I guess. Would be easier to speak and be heard." She grabbed her spear, her free hand now in the Ogre's, her small hand trying to wrap around his. The thought of helping the king made her heart pound, but being turned down caused her to feel a bit down, but she hide the feeling behind a smile.

Gorkall walked quickly through the streets of Gamorg. His hand gripped tightly around Iktomi's as he made his way towards his hut. Upon arrival he would quickly draw Iktomi in and shut the door behind him. A seductive look was given her way as he lifted her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. The Ogre chuckled as he whispered lightly. "It's time to play, Ik." He quickly moved to the chest of loot near his bed post and pulled forth four sets of iron cast chains. Moving back to Iktomi he began to cuff her limbs to the bed post. A kinky motive, and a die-hard romantic move. Though the seemingly lust filled experience quickly took a turn for the worse as Gorkall managed to fasten the final cast around Iktomi's ankle. A deep laugh erupted from his vocal chords as the Ogre jerked his head back to face Iktomi. His eyes were void of any care for the feline and his smile was twisted into a snarl. The spiked teeth between the creatures maw exposed. Wasting no time the green-skin lifted himself from the crude furniture and grabbed his staff. He moved back over the bed of Iktomi and whispered in a low voice a chant that could be unheard to naked ears. The bracers that clasped to the Ogres wrist began to give off a faint blue aura and the skull atop the staff one of red color. Gorkalls eyes would begin to change. The left a oceanic-blue and the right a infernal-red. His skin darkened as he spoke to the feline in a low rasp voice. "Iktomi of the felines, Open your mind. Clear your thoughts. I, Gorkall, Champion of Gamorg. Demand you erase your mind of all worthless thoughts. I command that you recognize myself, and only myself as your master. I declare you, give your soul into an apostal. Give your soul to those that beckon for chaos. Give your soul, to those who cry for power! Give those to the ones who need! Give your soul, To me!" Gorkall's voice boomed and a stream of red and blue mana poured from his Demonic-staff and bracers. The energy penetrating Iktomi's nostrils and mouth running deep within her body. The Ogre had begun to claim her soul and mind, set whole-heartedly on making her a slave to the will of the Apostals of fate.

Iktomi nearly had to run to keep up with the ogre. Once inside, she turns to him and the look she see's makes her heart pound once more, and being thrown to the bed didn't seem to bother her. Even his voice was music to her ears till he pulled out the chains. She wasn't sure about them, so she remained on the bed, but once she was being chaiend down, she started to worry some. the lioness is doing her best to hide the look of fear,a nd once he leans down to whisper to her, she listens quietly, till the demand is given to clear her mind. She fights hard, putting up barriers and walls around her mind to keep it safe. not strong in the mental magics, besides hearing other's thoughts, she is was in desperate trouble and her father would not be pleased and he is to far away to know his precious daughter is in trouble. She screams out, "I thought you were different! I stood up for you! I was willing to serve your freely, yet you turned me down.!" She could feel the energy penetrating her body and she faints, her mind going blank and allowing the ogre to claim her mind and soul. But he will see that her mind and soul is wild and untammed, a beast that has yet to be dominated.

Gorkall simply smiled as the magic took it's toll on Iktomi. The green-skin allowing the mana to drain through her like sand through your finger tips. He whispered lowly into her ear. "I am different." A wink was given to the womans collapsed body. The Ogre felt exhausted from the use of mana and knew he would need sleep. He reached to his forehead and scratched at the base of his horn as he looked around the room for some extra comfort but finally decided on simply sleeping on the floor. Taking a seat on the hard muddied wood he laid himself out and closed his eyes. Slowly, falling into a sleep. In the morning he would enchant Iktomi's mind as his mana reserves returned. Teaching her only the ways of the Apostals and his own being.

Iktomi lies there, her mind raging with all that was said. her mind was being corrupted as she lied there, and soon her body would fall asleep, alowing Iktomi to relax and Gorkall to finish with his process. her eyes move behind closed lids and her breathing softens, though her body trembles and shivers, the cold getting to her as she looses body heat from sleeping. The lioness was unable to return to her warm feline form, so tonight she will endure the cold as an elf or human would. As she sleeps, she twitches and smiles, and frowns and even talks in her sleep, as if she was talking to the ogre, but in a soft whisper in her sleep, she speaks, "Good night King Gorkall. I love you forever and always, Master."