RP:Xzavior & Brennia Series
Serpentine Of Mine
Summary: After some time away Brennia seeks out the company of one of her pets.
Brennia ;: A shadow-like crow of a creature flies into the tavern seeking out a certain soul and it's accomplished at the sight of Xzavior and plops itself in front of the Naga to drop the shiny object for him, A key. The crow lets out an obnoxious 'caw!' before it dissipates like smoke. Upon inspection of the musical noted key, once the intended person takes hold of it to read the note attached he would notice a soft humming coming from it and depending on which direction the man was facing it would hum softer her louder… Note reads 'A safe haven for my pet.'
Xzavior was mildly confused when he saw the crow fly in and drop a key, along with a note, before him. He might have just swept it away if the note hadn't have had some interesting words to it. A pet? he hoped it was just a title and not the real thing. Otherwise he might get dirty before even having to get paid to. Following the humming he took a vaguely familiar path to where the castle had lain, it was impressive, yes, but was it worth the 'haven' Brennia made it to be. Reaching the door he used the key right away and closed the door behind him as he idly looked over the area with curiosity. "Anyone home?"
(Room Description)
Brennia's Miniature Castle
After finding your way through the topiary garden it would only be fitting to come upon a building which looks like a section taken right out of a castle in the same style as all of Schezerade, in all it's decadence; marble forming the entirety of the large home accented with gold and platinum in which you'll have to cross over a short glass bridge to reach. The front door is welcoming for all shapes and sizes that are the citizens of Hollow and spans a great distance in it's solid French Door of a design. Opening it up one might be perplexed at the ability for the home to hold such music coming from the main room there, provided the owner of the home is present. Once immersed, the eyes might be stolen by the gaping cathedral ceilings above spotted by gold and platinum in which encircles mini glowing stones to mimic the night sky, but beauty is not what the ceiling is for as it carries one's voice in the ear most pleasing fashion. The walls of the room have shelves carved into the marble upon nearly every wall of this vast oval-shaped room, but the shelves were carved only into small squares, each holding scrolls to nearly any song someone might wish to hear and it should be clear now that a bard lives here; explains the marvelous white-wood, gold-accented, concert grand piano in the middle of this large room. Nearing further into the tiny castle one's nostrils might pick up on the scent of mouth watering food being cooked wafting from the kitchen which is north of the main room and it also holds a small, but elegant dining area as well. A comfortable little nook is off the kitchen for her chef, Zachaël, to reside in for his cooking is to die for and a must to have him as a live-in cook. Beyond that nook there is a winding staircase which travels below and is illuminated as if gold is to be kept down there. If you wish to stay and listen to the bard or wait for her to emerge there are luxurious sofas strew about with the softest throw blankets and plushy cushions, but be careful; an unsettling feeling may overcome you as your eyes spot a locked door to the west with an outreaching design in onyx stone overlay which seems to be inking over into the pristine luxury you’ve found yourself in. It's as if the room beyond holds a darkness that's attempting to leak out into this little slice of heaven… Better just leave that door alone.
A white concert grand piano is here.
Zachaël, wearing a chef's hat is here.
Brennia was at her piano after sending off her keys as it wasn't long since she has been back to Hollow to find her home still empty… So, why not use it? Her fingers dance nimble over the piano keys to the somber tune to which speaks of someone back on her own island. Something dark is awakening inside her and she had failed in finding answers how to control it or stop what was happening to her. Not only was her voice enchanting the air around her, but also the emotions down to the soul of those who hear it. The sound vibrates the air nearly making it too thick to breath in, but she is a sight to be seen, herself. Her silky black tendrils float as if she was under water and that intricate tattoo pattern swirls over her caramel skin like it was separate from her all together. If one looks her in the eye at this time (don't do that…) they would see the color void from her usual deep blues turned to a vast black nothingness. She actually wasn't expecting company right away after sending the keys off, but her aids were sitting atop the decadent piano - herbs - black-fire wine. As soon as she felt the soul open the door she abrubtly ended the song, she was aware the Naga was stronger than humans, but her powers have been manipulated and didn't want to damage her pretty pet. She sat in silence for a moment as the display simmers down just slightly before she reached her hand for the long necked obsidian pipe. A soft hum stoked the herbs with fire and lit brilliantly for a second nearly searing off a brow, "-cussing-" Brennia takes a long drag while bringing her six foot two self to stand. Her eyes dance over the Naga in a familiar sense and that playful smirk beams, "So, you missed me then… Apologies." The dense smoke escapes her plump lips while her words doubled by the power as if there were three of her speaking at the same time. After another moment the black iris' eventually fade back to the Royal Blues they belong to.
Xzavior was still a mage, though he might not use his magic on a day to day, preferably combat, but still. He could sense the immense amount of magic radiating throughout the house even before he opened the door. Her song was quite something. Ignoring her for a moment he glanced about the place muttering, "Indeed." before finally looking down at her with a straight look, "So what do you mean by a safe haven. Along with calling me 'pet,' I sincerely hope you don't mean to tell me you have me all collared up." He took note of the receding magic from her, the thrumming voice along with the iris' but didn't make any notion of it. He needed to find out just what it is she had on him.
Brennia let her gaze narrow, she knew she felt something different in his soul, but she isn't sure what game he is playing at. Her eyes analyzed him again and she knew what that feeling was… He was a stranger and there was a long awkward pause as she was fighting with the urge to mess with him or to help him. "Care to follow me so I may show you?" She saunters her way to the ominous door to the west and when she sticks her key into the door and turns it the door seems to shift and moan in its holdings to open like a camera lens. Her hand motions to him as she steps through the threshold into a onyx and marble hallway, leaving a dark cloud with the strong smell of the herb in her wake. Once in the room, if the man followed into the dark room she would open the door to the balcony what was fit for the Xzavior she knew and his favorite drink on the mini bar, it was like an island paradise; warm sand and hammock if he would have wished to use it. "I take care of my pets, but I have no actual hold over them… It's just an endearing name I give to my closest friends… That was you once…"
Xzavior didn't see any issue with following her. If in fact she did mean him any harm he was more than ready to deal with it. He was pretty lax about most of what was happening to say the least. Though as she opened the door to reveal the room that seemed customized for his features he couldn't help but grin, though it grew into a laugh as he heard her address him. At least he knew she didn't have any real hold on him. "Oh, don't sound so somber about it! He and I are still one and the same, I'm just the part of him he likes to hide. Thinks I'm too... dangerous." he extended the 's' at the end before entering the place and grabbing from the bar a bottle of scotch and a glass, "It's been quite some time that I've felt sand beneath my scales." He spoke approvingly, as if judging how this was all made. Popping open the bottle he poured himself a drink, "Well, I can't deny this place has some appeal to it."
Bren's Den
Oh, you have a key? Congratulations! You will find that although this room is the opposite of the warmth you just left, it isn't lacking in the same opulence. Her room is conjoined by it's own luxurious powder room and it is dark with it's thin layer of onyx stone accented with gold covering the marble. The entire atmosphere offers a warm invite to seduce the senses. Upon stepping in closer; don't trip over the large white wolf rug with an unsettling nearly human glare (but what a beast he must have been.) Are you friendly enough to await the Avain in her large downy bed colored in the deepest red blankets and view blocking canopy ? If not, there are sofas by the wet bar which holds an odd number of bloods from different races, Avian wine, black-fire wine, and specially stilled whisky. Through the circular stained glass door, which depicts a rather gruesome scene, you might find yourself in a certain island paradise on this vast balcony; warm bottomless sand, a few palm trees and a second wet bar which now holds extra stilled scotch, strawberry wine, Avian champagne and orange juice. If you lounge on one of the hammocks out there, relax and have a drink, you will find it does really feel like an island with the sun so bright and the seemingly endless view of blue.
Brennia faked a pout, "But the pet I knew was so naïve." She chuckled softly revealing her pertly perfect whites between supple lips before clenching her pipe between those teeth and drape herself over the hammock, "It was fun chasing and enticing something I couldn't have, dare I say. You were so innocent and pure." She shrugged as her deep blues watched over the endless skies. "So, tell me… What happened?" Her voice was silky and smooth since he wasn't used to it he might take it as a lullaby. She takes a long drag from her pipe again and sends the deep smoke billowing towards the Naga weather he be near or far. "And careful with that Scotch, I made sure to get the better batch of it so it might be stronger than you expect…" That smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth again, "Fitting I guess…"
Xzavior looked over at her with a raised brow when she warned him of the drink, “Well, how else am I supposed to have it?” Once poured he drank it right away, savoring the burning sensation that accompanied it. With a sigh of satisfaction he poured himself another while answering, “I don’t remember all the details exactly, but it had to do with that dumb mutt with a god complex. Entered my mind and let me out of my cage so to speak.” He chuckled before downing his second glass, “Also, I’m not so pure and innocent. Before or after getting all the memories.” He smirked while blowing his own smoke, well mist, to meet hers. Moving to her side he laid on his back and gripped the sand with his tail, almost playing with it. “And naïve isn’t really my thing.”
Brennia felt her tattoo start to slither out and lay itself on the Naga leaving a soft burning sensation before she slyly got herself up to get her own drink, Avian champagne mixed with orange juice. After downing one glass she pours another while taking a long drag of her herbs till the tattoo subsides completely against her dewy skin, "Well. He-you sure pretended to be… Say.. Do you recall anything about a Hot Spring?" Her chuckle was low and short before sitting herself on a barstool at the bar and allowing her onyx shaded wings stretch a little accompanied with a subtle wince… They were still sore from flying for nearly two days straight. While she awaited her answer she crossed one long leather legging clad leg over the other.
Xzavior frowned he propped himself up to look at her, "Oh, I thought I was at the time. I thought I couldn't do anything 'bad' or 'deviant.' That was naïve and ignorant of me." The tattoo was a strange little thing, perhaps after all her questioning he would ask some of his own. Though her reminder made him grin all the wider, "Oh, you mean the time we put on a show for one another? How could I forget something so beautiful in action?" Coming to a stand he took a sip of his drink before moving around her, getting up on the bar to get at her shoulders, massaging them. "Tense?"
Brennia began to let herself relax to the nice gesture from a stranger, but not soon after her mind was flooded with thoughts of the things she has done when she isn't in control and she started to feel herself spiral out of control again. Being so close to her wings we would notice they have fluffed out making them seem larger than they already were, "-more cussing-" Her normal voice shifts into three once more; one her normal silky tone, the other a menacing whisper; and the last a bit shrill, "I am perfectly fine, my pet." Those tattoos slithered about him looking for that pliable spiked collar and if he wasn't wearing it they made their own with a chain leash to end in her hand from his neck. Darkness envelopes her blues once more and she yanked the chain gently, "What a good pet…" She stood like stone for a moment and eventually the tattoos go back to covering her own skin leaving a shadow of an imprint around his neck. She takes hold of his scotch and her pipe as she downs a few swigs before wincing and coughing at it's strength. When she gathers herself once more and takes another drag from her pipe, "Yes, I am tense, there is this power I can't control… The Smyth De Vere Awakening… But seeing as my parents and brother were murdered they never got to tell me how to handle this…" She was a lot duller and so doped up from her vices that she was pretty muchbuzzedout of her mind at this point. "Offer still stands if you want to use this place. I don't mind." Her head was killing her as she winces slightly again to bring her hand to something wet seeping from her nose…. "Oh no…" It was blood… And she collapses.
Xzavior had a dark look about him when he saw the chain and collar form around him. It took all his power not to switch his grasp from her shoulders to her neck for lying to him. He could tell she was fighting it. Especially when she grabbed his drink and took a long drag from both the drink and smoke. Breathing for a moment to calm himself he looked at her steely. "Why shou-" He noticed the blood before she did and when he did his eyes narrowed suspiciously. Before she collapsed. "Damn. You're lucky you have an explanation for it." It was more then that. He was pretty interested interested in this strange new power of hers. Hoisting her over his shoulder he brought her over to the bed and laid her on it. He would be staying here it seems. Far more interesting here then anywhere else.
Helping With The Mental Stake
Wait, I mean…
Whine Cellar
Traversing your way around and around in the winding staircase might leave you a little apprehensive to step onto the glass floor at the bottom, as it looks void of solidity and gives you the feeling of flying over the clouds that drift through Hollow. This wine cellar is fully stocked with any wine you could imagine from Chardonnay to Viognier and Cabernet Sauvignon to Zinfandel all bottles neatly tucked into diamond shaped nooks which are carved into these marble walls. It is a beauty to behold, but if you wandered down here on the false promise that there are mountains of gold below by reason of the illumination, then you are sadly mistaken. The room is only clad in a thin layer of gold. Find what you please and if it's harder drink you seek I would recommend the cabinet with the alchemical snake above it holding extra stilled scotch with light citrus, brine and smokey sweetness on the tongue. Maybe try the cabinet with the dragon depicted above it containing specially distilled whisky offering a rich burst of flavor, with a palate of soft honey and deliciously nutty toffee (strong stuff here, I do not recommend to those faint of heart.) Possible vampire? Try the bureau with the image of a bat offering many liquors with rare types of bloods mixed in them, I would recommend steering clear of the brandy in this one though. Pay no mind to the Osmium shackles attached to a desolate corner of the cellar, you don't want to try them out, do you? Venturing deeper through the maze of wine racks you will come across deep purple drapes with a golden willow tree and air symbol sewn into the fabric for it's an enchantress's corner to dabble in her apothecary. Here you will find a myriad of any and every ingredient known to all Hollowites, rarity no issue, but the glamorous sight of all the decadent potion bottles against the golden cellar may entice one to give any a try to just see what might happen…. I dare you.
Pair of Osmium Shackles is here.
Brennia couldn't get over her guilt today and she decided to torture herself for it. This darkness or gift or power is subdued for now with plenty of wine and herbs, as usual; she's buzzed. Sitting in her wine cellar and a bottle half empty and a few empties strewn about the glass floor. Her gaze seemed empty as she stares at a family portrait, stunning mother equaling her own beauty, two handsome men, and herself while all adorning the same tattoo pattern peaking around heir royal strappings. Her eyes locked on their image and another smaller, single portrait next to it. Frame of a man who looked to be of no relation to the Smyth family, his own unique tattoo insignia peeking from under the collar of his royal garb and he wore the same crown as her father in the latter portrait. She sat in her own silent sorrow with her hair unkempt and satin night gown... Seems she's been down there all day so far.
Xzavior was rather curious as to where the other residence of the house was when he came to find that the place was empty. He had checked upstairs to find that it was empty, though that didn't stop him from grabbing a bottle of scotch and moving to the downstairs. When he finally made it, the glass flooring put him off just a bit. He was almost tempted to shift into a draconian just to be safe. Though once he saw Brennia he made his way over with a raised brow before moving beside her. "What's wrong with you hm?"
Brennia didn’t let her dead stare waver from the portraits before her silky alto tone mused heartlessly, "They are dead because of me…" Brennia shifted a bit on the floor causing her half emptied bottle to topple and start to dribble onto the floor under her like blood. She didn’t fret about it, but just reached a slender hand above her head to grab a full bottle, still unmoving her royal blues from the faces of her family and someone she loved. She slipped a corkscrew from beside her and began working at the cork. "Sorry for the scare before I collapsed… I saw the anger on your face right after the shift ended…" She sounded like she wanted to be sincere, but her dry tone made it come across empty.
Xzavior looked over at the portrait with a soft hum before looking down at the wine that surrounded her and shook his head, what a waste. "Don't concern yourself about that. I'm not that mad about it as you think. Though is this what you hide behind all the smoke and water. so to speak." He asked evenly. Her flat tone ignored though as he saw her reach for another bottle and tsked silently to himself, "What bottle would that be for you tonight."
Brennia shrugged as his question as she started to drink straight from the bottle after a moment of chugging, "Not as many as it takes… I tried to do this without the wine and herbs… But as he," Her slender pointer finger unhinged from the bottle to point at the lonely handsome noble man who wasn't her family, "found out that didn't help the matter." She sat up some more on her knees and leaned towards the portrait while her free hand softly traced Quillon's face. Such a simple movement possibly brought her closer to the Naga and he might notice his favorite scent (whichever it may be these day) emitting from the enchanting Avian. "I was a fool…" Her voice barely rasped out as her fingers now trace over the man's pure white wings as if she were feeling them once more.
Xzavior closed his eyes and sighed as she started reminiscing about her past and sat down beside her, "You're lucky I like you," His outlook on life was different, not his mind in a whole. The rain scent still came as a favorite and a relaxer to this naga, "Here's the thing though. I'm not without knowing exactly what it is you are now. It is the main reason that I came to this place. Here's the thing, I didn't drown myself in booze or lose myself in a herb induced bliss.' He wasn't angry but he wasn't entirely enthusiastic about her grieving so much over something that has passed. Yes, he got that she felt guilty for doing whatever she did but Xzavior has done much more, granted he had spent time feeling sorry for it but not anymore, "Fool for what."
Brennia chuckled sort of darkly at his last question before her eyes finally find their way through his, a chilling sight to most peering into the vast darkness which took over her usual stunning blues. "Fools for thinking this could be tamed…" She sighed in a bit of frustration and started to make her way to the winding stairs before calling over her should in a sing song manner, "Hungry, my pet?" It was hard to tell which side of her was real or was being controlled by the tattoo. She turns on her heel to turn to him once more, nearing close to him like she used to. "By the way.. Where is that spiked collar?" Her head tilts and she almost looks like her old self, all effortlessly seductive while her nimble fingers trace their way up into the Naga's hair and massaging his scalp like she used to. She actually was a little curious to find out if that was still a weak spot.
Xzavior wasn't going to just give her the satisfaction of knowing his weak spot still existed right away. He let his head roll with her hand while smirking a bit. Good, she wasn't sulking anymore, "Who needs taming when going wild is so much more fun. But of course I would enjoy something to eat." Her question made him pause for a moment before humming and saying, "I brought it back from the cabin with me yesterday while you were passed out. It should be up at the bar right now." He wasn't too concerned about how she would react to him wearing it now. Possessively or not.
Brennia mimics a pout, "But why not put it on? It will keep you safe from all the bad guys out there… Good ones too for that matter." She lightly tugged his hair to pull his ear to her lips, it wasn't even far since she was quite tall for a woman, "Always…" She whispered before releasing him gently and making her way upstairs where Zachael was whipping up some delicious food, "Come now dear… Don’t want the food to get cold." She goes back to the sultry sing song voice as before making sure to take her time winding around the stairs as if putting on a little show for the Naga. She left the wine and the herbs as she wasn't realizing the vulnerable state she was inching towards.
Xzavior chuckled lightly when he was dragged down to her level to be teased the way he was. Of course he wasn't going to be all that nice about proving it. When she started up the stairs he didn't go as slow. He caught up to her before the top and placed a hand on the small of her back, leaning down to hiss in her ear, "Later," before sliding up the stairs to meet his new chef, expecting some of the best. personal chefs should be held with high regard after all
(Room Description)
Brennia's Miniature Castle
After finding your way through the topiary garden it would only be fitting to come upon a building which looks like a section taken right out of a castle in the same style as all of Schezerade, in all it's decadence; marble forming the entirety of the large home accented with gold and platinum in which you'll have to cross over a short glass bridge to reach. The front door is welcoming for all shapes and sizes that are the citizens of Hollow and spans a great distance in it's solid French Door of a design. Opening it up one might be perplexed at the ability for the home to hold such music coming from the main room there, provided the owner of the home is present. Once immersed, the eyes might be stolen by the gaping cathedral ceilings above spotted by gold and platinum in which encircles mini glowing stones to mimic the night sky, but beauty is not what the ceiling is for as it carries one's voice in the ear most pleasing fashion. The walls of the room have shelves carved into the marble upon nearly every wall of this vast oval-shaped room, but the shelves were carved only into small squares, each holding scrolls to nearly any song someone might wish to hear and it should be clear now that a bard lives here; explains the marvelous white-wood, gold-accented, concert grand piano in the middle of this large room. Nearing further into the tiny castle one's nostrils might pick up on the scent of mouth watering food being cooked wafting from the kitchen which is north of the main room and it also holds a small, but elegant dining area as well. A comfortable little nook is off the kitchen for her chef, Zachaël, to reside in for his cooking is to die for and a must to have him as a live-in cook. Beyond that nook there is a winding staircase which travels below and is illuminated as if gold is to be kept down there. If you wish to stay and listen to the bard or wait for her to emerge there are luxurious sofas strew about with the softest throw blankets and plushy cushions, but be careful; an unsettling feeling may overcome you as your eyes spot a locked door to the west with an outreaching design in onyx stone overlay which seems to be inking over into the pristine luxury you’ve found yourself in. It's as if the room beyond holds a darkness that's attempting to leak out into this little slice of heaven… Better just leave that door alone.
A white concert grand piano is here.
Zachaël, wearing a chef's hat is here.
Brennia didn't let herself get started by his newfound forward approach, it's not good for anyone if she gets startled and once they reach the kitchen she sits at any random seat of her grand table allowing the Naga to choose as he wishes. Zachael says something to Brennia in a foreign language (French Sounding) and one might be surprised to hear her reply flawlessly as if the language was made for her voice. Once the Naga chose his seat the chef brings over a marvelous dish of Roast Leg of Lamb and rosemary to which elicits an appraise from Brennia to the Chef and he retires to his own room. "Have you ran into Artia as this new Xzavior, yet?" Her question had a point as she was trying to get into contact with her as of late.
Xzavior was more interested in some ham. His favorite being honey smoked. But the lamb was still very appetizing to look at. Taking his share of the leg he turned to her as she asked if he knew the whereabouts of the witch he once knew. "Sorry to say I have not. Though I wouldn't be surprised if I find her sooner rather then later. Why?" He took a bite from it and hummed a bit, appreciating the taste that came with it, not a bad taste after all.
Brennia sat perfect posture and she rearranged her silverware to the proper settings, her etiquette training runs deep, but for now it's the small habits that keep her grounded, "She may be able to conjure up some sort of potion or herb to keep this darkness, power, curse. Whatever. At bay… Possibly get rid of it for good." Her hands idly slice at the decadent food before her and allowed herself an appropriate sized bite. "Hmm… She may even like this new side to you and you could finally get what you wanted from her for so long…" Her bottom lip gets caught between her perfectly white teeth.
Xzavior stopped midchew to look over at her when she suggested that he could possibly get the love he had felt for her returned before saying flatly, "We are not getting back together. Like this side she may but I still believe that she will never return what I once felt and along with that, her tendency to sleep around then use the same men doesn't help the case at all. No. Not happening." Popping the top off the scotch bottle he drank from the bottle for a moment before setting it down and asking, "But why would you want to suppress it? Or get rid of it even. What you have, it's useful. Powerful actually."
Brennia gently placed her silverware down and with an impish smirk she placed her elbow on the table so she may rest her chin on her palm… "Hmm… -Back- together you say?" Those dark orbs peer straight through him again as she innocently tilts her head to a side, "From what I understand… Xzavior…" Her tongue does that thing again where his name sounds taboo and perverse while something inside her was trying him for unknown reasons, but she feels that he wants to see what might happen, she continues; "You two were never an item…" With that her free hand taps the table top lightly…. Waiting for something to anger him, or for him to say something, maybe do something to anger her… She's been so angry… It just gets hard to stop some times… Ya know?
Xzavior did get mad. That damn technicality used to eat away at him for so long while he was around her. Every time he had seen her with someone else it just made him even angrier. Then there was Corinth, "I suggest you stop now before you say something you regret." He growled at her through narrowed eyes and clenched teeth, "You may not know what love is but you sure know what to say to piss someone off who did."
Brennia slowly stood from her seat and her attention went to her nails while she saunters her way around the table to him with that soft chuckle, "Oh Xzavior… What a waste." She traced her fingertips on his shoulders then up through his hair, "Do you recall how angry you must have been when she was with Cornith… Then Irenic… And so on.. And so.on." She really sounded like a villain in some lame movie while her face lowered next to his, "Why don't you tell me, or show me…" She slowly backed away from him while her tattoos left that soft sting on his skin and he would again start to see that intricate pattern swirling in on itself as if restless.
Xzavior was starting to like the swirling tattoos and new look to her. Though right now he was actually pretty angry about having to be reminded about something he had wanted but could not have. Or was denied so many times. Then lied to about it and used for someone else’s gain. Coming to a stand he followed that tracing finger to its source and growled as he did, “You will not like what I am about to show you.” His hand fell to the sword at his hip and flicked it out before him. “I suggest you don’t get tangled up in this thing.”
Brennia felt her fists clench in attempts to take over the power, but it's too much and she has just been fighting for so long; she's just too tired. Finally she gives in and her iris' seem to grow larger in the blackness it's taken on while her hair gently floats about her as if smoke in the air. Her fists relaxed while she saunters toward the angered man until her form is firmly pressed against his allowing him to take in that scent and the snaking tattoos flatten themselves onto his torso area as if giving him his own design until they recoil in the blink of an eye. "Catch me if you can," Her voice being amplified by whatever is happening to her making it sound like one is whispering against his ear, the other sing song as if a taunt in the opposite ear; then the one before him, the usual sultry alto seduction. She didn't allow a second more before she launched herself up into the cathedral starry roof of her castle then bursting through the doors in attempts to take this tumble from out of her home.
Xzavior brandished his weapon before dashing after her. He wasn't going to just let her go on with these teasing's, sultry or personal. It was a weird state he was in. Both angry and calm. He could tell that what was happening to Brennia was completely unnatural but he didn't care. He found this side of her extremely fun. Even if he had only seen it for a short time. She wasn't about to get out of anything he was about to offer her though. Once outside of the building Xzavior flicked his wrist with the sword in it and the blade extended to a quarter his length with bladed edges that he ended up wrapping around his ice covered arm until needed.
Topiary Garden
Just like the covered walkway that leads to this garden and the other garden beyond that walkway, this topiary garden appears to be tended to with the utmost care. Shrubs and trees are carefully clipped so they’re shaped into various animals --winged creatures, mostly-- and even a few people of varying race. Children can be seen playing hide-and-seek among the massive plant sculptures, filling the tranquil garden with childish laughter.
Brennia swooped down and gracefully placed herself next to a topiary sculpture of a winged creature in which he was near. She chuckled softly, throwing her voice to make it sound as if it came from behind him in hopes to distract him for a small moment. In said moment, all of the ink voided from her caramel colored skin leaving such a rare sight of just dewy soft skin and scars; the ink wraps itself around the base if the topiary spinning around it until it snaps causing it to fall towards the Naga. Mind you the shrub is probably too soft or small to do any real damage, she just wanted to see if she can; like always. "Yes.. Use that anger you have… Come on now my pet…" The myriad of voices shifting every word into something sick but seductive at the same time. With that she turns to sprint away again on foot this time.
Xzavior turned his gaze back for just a moment so when she cut down the brush, he sliced it in half with his whip before glaring at Brennia for tricking him like that. Granted it was only a small trick, but he was angry as it was so he wasn't going to have any of it. Her switching to foot was going to be her undoing. He was fast as a horse and could last a lot longer in a sprint compared to one. Along with that he had three long ranged weapons at his disposal, his whip, tail, and magic. Though he wanted to give his whip more of a run. Getting close he unraveled his whip and flicked it in her direction, aiming to wrap it around her waist.
Brennia was chuckling and wagging her finger at him as she got herself stuck in his whip, "Now, now… Whips are for owners… Not pets." Something about her body without any ink on it could be a little dumbfounding to most, as if she looks out of place and stunning in a different way now. The ink finally slithers itself to where they are stopping under the naga and slowly making it's way up him, the only way to possibly escape the ink doing any harm would be to evade it which may cause him to drop his old on her, but it didn't matter at this point either way as she started to hum a chant softly. To the untrained eye one might not notice a change happening from the spell, but come on, she's a bard. A look closer to her now outstretched black wings would show they aren't only onyx shaded, but each feather has turned to sharp stones as if a thousand onyx arrowheads. Her hand quickly would grasp one two whip it towards the Naga, possibly grazing his cheek.
Xzavior felt the feather slice his cheek and sensed the magic from under him. He wasn't sure how fast he could cut her in half then move out of the way of the upcoming attack. So instead what he did was turn the whip to snow before reaching down and pulling his usual twin blade swords out and growling, "This pet has more then one way to fight." Slashing once, vertically at her she would find herself facing a current of wind sharp enough to do some serious damage. He doesn't appreciate being told what to do. Just never sat right with him.
Brennia allowed the sharp wind to lift her and her outstretched wings, but it stings her skin a little leaving it look a little red. She continued to smirk through the whole ordeal getting a bit of a thrill from their battle and as she placed herself gently on the soft grass once more the ink shrinks back onto her skin to kiss the red parts better again. "Tell me… What is it you really wish to say, or do to her… The one who left my poor pet waiting…" She was slowly circling around her pet, but the now stone wings hug close to her body to shield herself. They both needed to let their angers out and it seems at the moment they are the only ones who can handle each other's powers. Her bard magic works on her words as if lyrics and it could compel him to listen to her command as it was hypnotic in it's nature.
Xzavior watched her as she slowly made her way around him. He felt like a snake that was being teased by some child. Well, he was poised and ready to strike at a moment's notice. One wrong move and she was going to feel something nice and cold. "What would I say or do to her hm? I would say, first of all, that she isn't deserving of love. Of that black twisted heart of hers that just compels her to do this crap to whoever she wants. I wouldn't do anything to her. No, I would leave. What I would do after is what is something of worry. I would be telling everyone of the things she does. I'm too good for her."
Brennia didn't mind such things being said of a friend of hers, it was nearing to a point. She was humming softly while he was getting his revenge in his mind and once his explanation ended her hypnotic humming might over take the Naga while she gently moved his blades away so she can press herself to him once more and he would see her sharpened teeth in this state through those plump lips. She still was yet to say a word as her eye contact would take him under her spell and once that happened she would gently trace her pointed black nails over his shoulders and he would find her lips nearly touching his ear lobe. What she did then could have taken him to a dream like state where he does tell Artia these things and gets the satisfaction of speaking his mind without actually doing so… Softly she pulls away but not without some light scratching down his pecks, once he comes out of his vision, he might feel better, he might not. She was ready for both.
Xzavior glared at her as she neared but as he looked into her eyes he hesitated on attacking her as she drew close. He even let her push his blades away as well. The sharp teeth was something new but nothing he wasn't used to. He even clicked his own sharp canines as a little response. When she neared his lobe he started seeing flashes of the past, where the scar on his shoulder was a bit fresher and the vambrace he now wears never existed. He saw the whole thing pan out and he saw the hurt he caused her. In any other cause he would have felt overwhelming guilt over breaking his promise to her. Now? He was more then satisfied in seeing her cry. With a blink he glanced around the place before looking down at Brennia with a slight grin, "You're lucky I like you."
Brennia snapped her fingers and the bit of tattoo she left on his skin after being so close starts to sting a little while it slithered it's way around his neck and extended a chain to Brenna's slender hand. With surprising strength she yanked him in again, "So you have said…" His face would be the closest it's ever been and she boldly plants a soft smooch on his lips for the first time before a soft chuckle plays in his mind and she takes off into the skies again causing the ink to dissipate from around his neck. "Come on slow poke…" Her sing song voice called down to him and another onyx stone feather was sent at random down to Xzavior without any true direction.
Xzavior lifted a brow when she kissed him but didn't really complain. He was going to have to get used to the chain. Or get her to be more used to use it as little as possible on him. He was already fine with the stinging tattoos. Those things were the least of his worries. Finally, when she flew off he moved on after her. He could find her easy enough. Heat sensory and predatory pluses that came with his abilities.
Brennia was left in a venerable state as her back was turned to the naga and she was doing something odd… Well, duh. He wouldn't need heat sensory to find her since she was yelling and cursing while ripping flowers out of the ground, dahlias. They go fling in the air and then disinigrate as if they were burned midflight, it's not very understandable what she was doing, but she looked like a madwoman in her silk night gown. It might become a little clear as her taunting voices start to mock someone, "Sit up taller, dear! No one will love a hunchback! One must always smile as to not freeze the company over!" A long guttural growl came from her now as she continued to send flora into the air.
Xzavior looked at her with confusion as she started freaking out. He got that it was about her past. She grew up royalty after all. Moving up he sat besides her as she had her episode and placed a hand on her back. Right in between those stone wings of hers. "You've got as many issues as I do. Though I've gotten past mine. I guess that I'll have another job here." He sat silently beside her, letting her get whatever it was she had to get out. He, right now, didn't know what words to say to support her. He never dealt with this before.
Brennia scoffed loudly, "I'm no job, bitch had it coming." She sat down beside him and felt the need she had to explain, "Dahlias where her favorite… I didn't know they were in this garden…" She looked at the bare patch of soil now. "Yeah I know I shouldn’t complain, I was royalty, but no one knows what that means exactly…" She still felt she sounded pathetic whenever she said that and oddly enough it wasn't like a whole new person when this power takes over, it's still Brennia, just possibly more of just the bad side of Brennia. "It was training every day, weapons, flying, writing, eloquence, foreign languages… Combat… I had to know all of it just because I happened to be born before my Brother." She crushed the last flower in her fist until it's nectar wept onto her skin.
Xzavior felt like they had more in common then she thought. Not in the aspect of he living as royalty. But he never lived to expectations either. Along with the fact that he was of the 'bad' part of himself as well. "Then do what you did for me. Get it out. And what I meant by job was helping you get to the point I am at. Getting over the past and using it to forge a path for yourself. Well, perhaps not just like me. I ended up doing a lot of things I may come to regret. But letting this hold you isn't going to help. Especially since you've got a power that can end up as powerful to control someone like you do."
Brennia sat quiet for a moment, "Even something like this power… Its not just the tattoos… It's something handed down to every Smyth… We have to find balance for ourselves." She didn't even realize her transition was waning and she was going back to normal… For now. "But why couldn't my family -tell- me what was going to happen? Or find a way to help with it. They even kept the bard powers from me, like they were afraid if me. They even know he artist did something wrong with my tattoos which the also kept under wraps… The only one I actually miss is my brother." Her hand idly rubs the half crest on her left forearm.
Xzavior moved his arm around her to give her a one armed hug and just held her like that. he couldn't say he knew how she felt in that term. He basically gained all of his magic himself. Alone. For quite some time. Different story different time. He nodded silently letting her get out all of her story. That's all he could really think to do at this moment other then voice his support. And he was already showing that with him being here with an arm around her.
Brennia did feel a little better, but she wasn't good at showing it so all she did was stand up and hold out her arm so she may link it through his, "I’m tired, escort me home…" In those more tender moments all she could think about was what she did to Quillon, even when she pecked him she felt Quillon, what she did to him might haunt her forever.
Xzavior chuckled and stood up and looped his arms with hers, "Of course madam." He wasn't too concerned with how people acted when all this happened. He could guess, however, that she was better than before. Leading her back to her place he quietly asked whether she wanted back to her room or if she had other plans.
A Nightmare From A Beauty
Bren's Den
Oh, you have a key? Congratulations! You will find that although this room is the opposite of the warmth you just left, it isn't lacking in the same opulence. Her room is conjoined by it's own luxurious powder room and it is dark with it's thin layer of onyx stone accented with gold covering the marble. The entire atmosphere offers a warm invite to seduce the senses. Upon stepping in closer; don't trip over the large white wolf rug with an unsettling nearly human glare (but what a beast he must have been.) Are you friendly enough to await the Avain in her large downy bed colored in the deepest red blankets and view blocking canopy ? If not, there are sofas by the wet bar which holds an odd number of bloods from different races, Avian wine, black-fire wine, and specially stilled whisky. Through the circular stained glass door, which depicts a rather gruesome scene, you might find yourself in a certain island paradise on this vast balcony; warm bottomless sand, a few palm trees and a second wet bar which now holds extra stilled scotch, strawberry wine, Avian champagne and orange juice. If you lounge on one of the hammocks out there, relax and have a drink, you will find it does really feel like an island with the sun so bright and the seemingly endless view
Xzavior made his way into the mini castle and up to the bar right away to grab a drink right away. He was very interested in a few glasses of some fine scotch. It wasn't anything bad it was just very long on him. Unwinding was something of an importance to him now, he didn't really have an outlet for anything like that that he could turn to anymore. Well, actually, there was Brennia. In any case, he poured himself a drink before planting himself in the middle of the sand pit before sipping a bit and closing his eyes.
Brennia was attempting to mimic what Artia does down in her wine cellar, but failing miserably at it as she has only made a powerful sleeping tonic to show for it. She was starting to get very frustrated and didn’t know someone was home with her, but something else sensed it inside her. This something else walks the castle a night feeling every nook and cranny in the place. Yes, it is a smaller version of a castle, but it's still a castle and it's owner should know every inch of it. She didn't even realize her ink dissipate from atop her skin and materialize itself into something like a shadow version of her. Now this seems impossible, but we have to account for all the times she has had to get every line shaded in darker by touching it up, though it's one unique pattern covering all her skin, there are layers - so many devious layers of this magical ink. This ink-familiar hugs it's way over every stone laid in the castle until it reaches the sands and unlike a shadow it doesn't disappear in the bright moonlight. No sound offered from the ink-familiar and it watches the Naga in wait for his slumber…. If there is one.
Xzavior sensed that something was behind him. But a familiar something. Like every time Bre would have her off moments with the tattoos. Without turning around or even opening his eyes he motioned to the bar with his tail before muttering, "If you're wondering about the collar its next to the glasses." Frankly, he didn't see her as something to consider worrying about. Yes, she has the whole bardic thing but he was strong enough to defend himself from it. It took him a moment to finally doze off but with everything that has happened, the warmth was a godsend.
Brennia was still unaware of the ink missing from her skin as her focus was narrowed on something else at the moment, but the ink wishes to distract her from that and the tattoo spreads across the Naga's skin in focus around his face, making him appear as some sort of ancient warrior in it's own design for him. Some of the design splinters off giving the appearance of frost upon a window and once he does doze off the ink-familiar sticks to the shadows of his dreams to firstly spectate; what does an ancient Naga dream about? For now it means no malice, only a small peak into this man's consciousness for a moment.
Xzavior :: His dreams seemed to be all over the place. First with fighting, then of his home, his first home. With the family that abandoned him. Then to a funeral for a friend a long time ago with a heavy feeling of guilt hanging about. Then of pain and loneliness. He never used to dream of such things, but they couldn't really be called dreams when they were depictions of his life. Before, his dreams were actually pleasant. But now he relives the worst parts of his life trying to figure himself out. Though he always looked peaceful in his sleep even in the worst parts and never woke with tears or sadness. But the regret on his mind made itself known in his sleep. And not subtly.
Brennia :: The ink would intensify off of his guilt nearly feeding off of it and everything in his dream seems to slow down and there it is, an outline of any beautiful woman beckoning him to chase 'her' and a faint taunting laughter would ring though his mind, but that curious pull would want to follow the mysterious figure. Assuming Xzavior might chase the apparition he would find he feels he's been filled with lead and it would take great efforts to advance forth. A shuffle in the distance of another direction and something was shifting there in the darkness… Something big… A blinding light comes from the opposite direction and the silhouette through the light seems to be an angel. 'Come on now Xzavior…' A voice comes from the familiar sounding like no one in particular it beckons the Naga once more with a wave of the hand… But there are other choices and he might want to choose a side fast as there was something coming up behind him at an accelerated rate, something only the worst nightmare's might think up…
Xzavior was never a fan of having others inside his mind. So when he saw the apportion he did give chase. And continued to do so even with the weight. But the angelic voice caused him to pause for a moment. The thing moving behind him instantly conjuring weapons ti defend himself. Mind or not this was his domain. His fight. Whatever was there though, filled him with a dread he hadn't felt for decades. Centuries even. Silently cursing he went with what seemed like the only valid option. Live to fight another day. Come back stronger. Planting his weapons into the ground he started for the angel. He didn't trust it but at least he knew what it looked like. So he knew where to strike if need be.
Brennia :: Upon gaining way toward the blinding light the image of an angel seems to wane away into nothingness in the sky and suddenly he was on very hot sands in what seems like a desert with an unforgiving heat from a merciful sun. There was endless nothingness and a shifting sound again… Something large was swimming through the sands and it was not happy for the invasion, it's tail end whips up some sand into the air near Xzavior, this was not going to be pretty… 'Let's hide over there!' A small raspy voice comes from a little boy dressed in rags suddenly appears next to the Naga in this all-too-real-feeling-dream. Following the sun burnt kid's pointer finger a small shack of a home sits in the middle of this desert and there seems to be some sort of protective orb emanating the space around it.
Xzavior Blinking away the light he grumbled when he found he was in the desert now. Had he been able to he would have forced this sand wyrm out of its home and take it out. It was way too dry to do anything. When the boy showed uo he looked down with a frown wondering how this kid sneaked up on him. But he was providing safety so he would wave it off for now. "Then you'd better hurry up." He dashed after the hut, just slow enough that if the kid tried he could match his pace.
Brennia :: Tried all the kid might he couldn't keep up with the Naga and the moment he stopped to wipe the sand from an eye and push some dreadlocks from his face the worm devoured the little tyke with an impressive mass, possibly as large at the castle he was taking a nap in; he was still there.... Wasn’t he? Xzavior might feel a slight pull on his form an the ghost imprint of that familiar warmth across his chest and a struggling grunting sound resonating in the dry air around him. The air starts to feel a lot less stiff and almost like he's going through some sort of wind tunnel and once he comes upon the shack it isn't a shack at all… He was at the balcony edge nearly over the railing and Brennia was attempting with impressive force to keep him back from dangling over the edge. She was positioned behind him with wings flapping furiously and her arms crossed over his chest and her legs wrapped around his waist, if he was going down, so was she.
Xzazior wasn't too saddened to see the boy get eaten. A litrle guilty sure, but this world isn't always so nice. The pressure was ignored but as soon as he found himself on the balcony teetering over the edge with Bre around his chest his tail wrapped around the closest part of the balcony and with a mighty haul, flung them back onto the sand. Mosly on his side. Slowly coming to a stand he looked back at Bre with anger and confusion. "What the hell just happened."
Brennia fell back into the sand with him and once they come to her eyes take him in for a moment as if dumbfounded. He might notice the sight of her without tattoos still stunning, but lacking in some sense and her scars from past lovers stand out like sore thumbs. He would be able to catch his reflection in the glass of the castle windows behind her and see the impressive pattern her ink gave him. She took a deep breath because she knew what she had to do and offered a quick, "Sorry!" Right as her left palm lands itself a hard slap across his face. With that odd gesture the tattoos of hers snap right back into place upon her skin and she hurried her way over to the bar to fill a napkin with some ice. "I know you are tough, but here anyway… Again I am sorry…" She would hand him the ice though he didn’t even need it and go back inside, pretty sure he would not care to stick around after that… So, she finds herself a wine bottle again, cursing all the while.
Xzavior only flinched at the slap. The sight of her without the tattoos and him with was actually a very intriguing sight. He would like to see it again if it didn't almost result in death. When she handed him the ice he only took the coldness from it, leaving water to drip from his hand. Grumbling again he went to grab his own bottle of liquor and downing about half of that before coming back inside. "You're lucky I like you, you know that?" He muttered before moving besides her while she searched. He wasn't happy but he couldn't blame her for it. It seemed as though the tattoos had a mind of their own.
Brennia was surprised he stayed, but none the less he did… "So you've said…" She ever so coolly replied before gulping back an impressive amount of the dark liquid, "I needed to slap you for it back though. I think I had to assert dominance for it to come to me." Her smirk was devious while her eyes trail over him, "Kind of like you…" She brings up the few times they've had already, particularly the hot spring moment. "It took advantage of my focus being on my feeble attempts to conjure up a suppressant for it… It won't happen again, so if you would like to go back to sleeping…. You're safe."
Xzavior chuckled a bit before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close, "Yea, well, those were special occasions." He gave her head a kiss, like he forgave her for this incident. But when she said tat he could rest as he merely shook is head. "I think I've had enough rest for now." He wasn't really wanting to dream some more history. It felt more prominent with the tats. It didn't sit right with him.
Brennia gently pulled himself from him after he said he had enough rest all the while gulping down some more wine, "Well lets come over here and -not- rest." She smirks before placing herself upon her large plushy bed in a lounging position. He knew what she was insinuating.
Don't Go Getting Killed, My Pet
(Room Description)
Brennia's Miniature Castle
After finding your way through the topiary garden it would only be fitting to come upon a building which looks like a section taken right out of a castle in the same style as all of Schezerade, in all it's decadence; marble forming the entirety of the large home accented with gold and platinum in which you'll have to cross over a short glass bridge to reach. The front door is welcoming for all shapes and sizes that are the citizens of Hollow and spans a great distance in it's solid French Door of a design. Opening it up one might be perplexed at the ability for the home to hold such music coming from the main room there, provided the owner of the home is present. Once immersed, the eyes might be stolen by the gaping cathedral ceilings above spotted by gold and platinum in which encircles mini glowing stones to mimic the night sky, but beauty is not what the ceiling is for as it carries one's voice in the ear most pleasing fashion. The walls of the room have shelves carved into the marble upon nearly every wall of this vast oval-shaped room, but the shelves were carved only into small squares, each holding scrolls to nearly any song someone might wish to hear and it should be clear now that a bard lives here; explains the marvelous white-wood, gold-accented, concert grand piano in the middle of this large room. Nearing further into the tiny castle one's nostrils might pick up on the scent of mouth watering food being cooked wafting from the kitchen which is north of the main room and it also holds a small, but elegant dining area as well. A comfortable little nook is off the kitchen for her chef, Zachaël, to reside in for his cooking is to die for and a must to have him as a live-in cook. Beyond that nook there is a winding staircase which travels below and is illuminated as if gold is to be kept down there. If you wish to stay and listen to the bard or wait for her to emerge there are luxurious sofas strew about with the softest throw blankets and plushy cushions, but be careful; an unsettling feeling may overcome you as your eyes spot a locked door to the west with an outreaching design in onyx stone overlay which seems to be inking over into the pristine luxury you’ve found yourself in. It's as if the room beyond holds a darkness that's attempting to leak out into this little slice of heaven… Better just leave that door alone.
A white concert grand piano is here.
Zachaël, wearing a chef's hat is here.
Brennia was laying out flat on the top of her piano in a fitted blue silk gown and her air drapes over the piano keys. She was feeling a little normal today as it wasn't too laborious to keep her darker side at bay after it got tired out with Daermon, a couple new bite marks on her neck and chest to show for it. Matter of fact she was slightly bruised and cut off like she's been in a vicious fight. She didn't seem worried about it though and she had a nearly empty bottle of Avian wine in her hand while she was trying to practice on a lyre. It was effortless in it's mindless strums and worthy of listeners to swoon, but she wasn't trying to play anything serious, but practice.
Xzavior in with a sour look about him. He still was very displeased about how his mission had went. He didn't even care that he had left a mess in there or anything. It didn't match his profile at all and he highly doubted that much would be gained from a wyvern for a witness. When he heard the idle strumming he turned his attention to the piano and smirked a bit as she walked up.
Brennia let her gaze drift over a lock on Xzavior in a questionable manner, "Something bothering you my Xzavior?" She continued to strum, but much softer now and he sat herself up erect and an exposed back showed more scarring through the marvelous onyx wings. "There is more scotch in the wine cellar if you need it, Zachael made some honeysuckle roasted ham earlier, there is still quite a bit in the kitchen." She dangles her long legs over the end of the piano while crossing them in which shows of the revealing slit of the blue gown.
Xzavior shook his head at her offer and instead went to go sit beside the piano, he, not so subtly took into appreciation of her form. Though he was kind enough not to make any stupid or corny remarks about her. A great body was just that. "Well, Lets just say that I waited way too long to grab something and now I have to go get it off of something bigger.
Brennia kept her stunning blues locked on the Naga and a soft smirk remaining to poke a dimple in her cheek, "What might that be?" She was glad he didn't make remarks on her bruises and scratches from her fight, just how she liked her pets, uninvested. She paused her strumming to drink down the rest of the Avian wine, and this stuff was stronger than what she is used to since it's specially made for Avians and it doesn't take as much to get a buzz for her.
Xzavior didn't care for the bruises one way or another. It meant she was toughening up. A good thing. Her question snapped him out of a small daze as he thought about what he was going to be doing before finally answering, "I have to go after Larewen. She has something I need and I missed my chance to take it without hassle. Now I have to more then likely fight for it." He did look around to see if there wasn't any more bottles of the avian wine laying about. He liked trying different drinks just to test out the flavor.
Brennia tilts her head at Xzavior just slightly calling him out on his daydreaming, "Something else on your mind, my pet?" She set the lyre down to tuck her hair behind an elongated pointy ear which adorns many interesting piercings. She uncrosses her legs to gently set herself back upon the marble floor so she may bend over and grab something from under the piano… More Avian wine, she hands it to him and sets herself back up on the Piano. "Larewen? What is it you need from her? I've heard she's some powerful necromancer… Well, if you get any wounds I can always help… Or Sabrina… Or Artia?"
Xzavior sighed and took the bottle, "I'm tired of Artia and Sabrina seems to be taking a different route right now. One I'm not too sure is the smartest but who knows." he opened it up and tossed it back. This was stronger then scotch, which he could easily drink like water, but it wasn't strong enough to buzz him yet. "If I get injured I don't know if I'll be allowed to come back. I'll probably have some pretty bad stuff happen to me. I did destroy her study and infiltrate it twice."
Brennia let herself down again and claimed her new seat in his lap while running her hands through his hair, "Aw… Don't go getting killed now my pet…" Her attention to him was adoring and her soft smirk was playful, but she really did treat these beings like pets, making sure they had enough to eat and drink and play with. "I think the ink part would be sad to not be able to give you nightmares anymore," She attempted to joke about it even though she didn't really think it was scary. Last time she saw her tattoo ink pattern out on someone else she had to kill him…
Xzavior rolled his eyes when she mentioned the nightmare, "That was hardly a bad dream. A scary presence is something I deal with all the time." But it was what the presence was that did. He wasn't going to really say that aloud. He didn't care about being treated like a simple pet as long as it was only in a metaphorical sense. As soon as she started taking him for walks or making him do tricks he was done. "But I won't die. I can't. Too much to do."
Brennia quirked a brow, "Which scary presence are you referring to…. Xzavior?" Her silky alto voice seduces the sound of his name as usual and she liked to say it in that way, knowing it warranted a reaction from him almost every time. Her massaging his scalp and seductive way of speaking each paired with the strong avian wine he might feel comfortable to actually open up to her for once. She offers a sweet smooch to the Naga's cheek.
Xzavior sighed, more pleasantly this time as he felt her hands work through his hair, tied with the tone and the liquor he was wide open. "When I was asleep I had a dream about my past before having to chase down a woman who led me to what seemed to be a choice between light and dark. There was a presence there.I couldn't get anywhere close without being scared for my life. So I followed the angel. Who lead me to a desert where a boy lead me to a hut. The boy was eaten by a sand wyrm." He prattled on as though it were a casual conversation.
Brennia hummed softly as if in thought, "Did he have dreadlocks?" She asked as if she was there and knew exactly what happened, did she actually control it? Or was she the boy who helped him… I guess we won't find out without more questions will we… She continues massaging his scalp seeing as it's confirmed now it's still his sweet spot. "What is it you want from the Necromancer?" Her lips where not emitting a whisper to his ear in more relaxing tones than usual.
Xzavior nodded to her question, Though when she started asking about what he wanted from her he opened his eyes and stared hard at her for a moment, "I would be careful when playing mind games with me. The backlash may not be so fun." Before closing his eyes and saying, "A book. About the Order of Shade. It isn't for me. It's for my employer."
Brennia fakes a pout, "What kind of mind games, I'm just taking an interest in my pet… My Xzavior," She cants her head back in a chuckle, "And who might your employer be?" She was always a little surprised how easy it was for her to get information from anyone even if she had no use for it. She was genuinely curious who is new employer might be though.
Xzavior rolled his eyes behind closed eyes before saying, a bit proudly, "Gevurah, High Priestess of Tris'toth." What he didn't explain was that the mind games came with a more violent response the stronger it was. And the fact that she could get him to do what she wanted didn't seem fun for him at all.