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Post by Talon Snowfang on Aug 30, 2009 13:57:12 GMT -5
Darius had released 100 human slaves in the palace and told his kids to kill them. Who ever had the most kills would get a gift from him. He sat in his throne with another slave who was kneeling before him. He sighed and stood up moving around and standing behind the slave. "Your family was in today's game weren't they?" The human nodded. "Then you know they are in severe pain right now if they aren't already dead correct?" The human sobbed. "Oh stop your crying....I am going to do you a great favor...I am gonna send you to see them. Would you like that?" Darius smirked as he moved around the human and crouched getting eye level. Darius was a tyrant who loved killing for the fun of it.
He licked his own lips and smiled before pulling his sword from its sheath and shoving it into the human's gut. He twisted it once one way then the other. "Pity....I had hoped you would have sobbed some more...I so love the begging and whining your kind do..." He stood up and wiped his sword's blade on the shirt of the human before kicking him over onto his back. Darius looked to one of his guards. "Take this out of my sight..." He said before moving back to his throne and sitting down. He leaned on his right elbow holding his head with his hand. "The kids sure are taking their time today...."
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Post by Winter Silverclaw on Aug 30, 2009 14:40:53 GMT -5
Siren was smaller and faster than her older brothers and with her twin dagger blades she cut through the slaves like they were butter. A guard followed behind her to tally up her score and when it was over and there were no enemies left these children returned to their father’s throne. The three soldiers stood behind each of his three oldest children as Athan grunted as the guard who followed him announced, “22 kills” The second guard who stood behind his second son and more promising to be king than his first born spoke up, “25 kills” Then finally the soldier behind a rather cocky looking Siren smiled, “53 kills” He said for her. Both Athan and Draven glanced over at Siren who hadn’t even gotten a drop of blood on herself unlike the both of them who had pretty much just tore their victims apart rather than just killing them and moving on the way Siren did.
“Looks like you two are too slow” Siren said as she brushed her fingers through her long dark purple and gold streaked hair. She moved forward as she climbed the few steps to her father’s throne and took a seat on his lap the way she did so often even when not in contest with her older brothers. Athan snorted slightly as he looked away, “It’s the thrill of the kill that matters, not how fast you can kill.” He said turning his bath to them. “I am in need of a bath” he said as he just walked away, going through the door that had a stairwell that led up to the floors where his room was. Draven watched Athan go, “Such a sore loser.” He said shaking his head.
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Post by Talon Snowfang on Aug 30, 2009 14:46:34 GMT -5
Darius watched his children come into the throne room and the guards announced their kill. Draven was doing well for himself and would most likely take the throne when he had stepped down or died. Athan, like always, was being a sour and disrespectful brat. He nodded an approving glance to Athan and Draven upon hearing their kills. He then glanced to his daughter, clean and unchanged since the beginning of the challenge. He sighed when the guard announced her kill streak. She was one of the most promising of the three of them.
"Well done Siren...." He said as he watched his beautiful daughter move up the stairs leading up to him. He moved his arms and let her sit in his lap. He draped one arm around her letting it rest on her lap. "So what is it that you would like from your father Siren?" He said as Athan left to take a bath. "Draven I want you to go get cleaned up and tend to your chores like you were suppose to." He said coldly before looking back to his daughter. "So...what will it be this time my dear?" He asked smiling.
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Post by Winter Silverclaw on Sept 5, 2009 10:35:09 GMT -5
Darius praised her for a well done job, and she beamed with pride. His comforting arms moved around her thin but curved womanly frame and held her lightly against him when he asked her what she would like from her Father. He told Draven to go get cleaned up and when her older brother had left the room, his hardened facial expressions softened for his princess and even smiled for her. She returned the smile as her already rosy cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink, “Oh Daddy” She said to him, resting a hand over his chest, feeling the fishnet shirt material against her soft palm. “You know what I’d like? A new wardrobe… I’ve almost outgrown most of my clothes and they are drab and boring.” She said as she glanced at her black fingernails for a moment before looking up into his bright red eyes.
“Did I really do a good job? I mean I wasn’t really thinking about winning, I was just having fun.” She said to him as she slipped her arms around his shoulders and leaned in to put her head down against him, though still looking up at him. She smiled, “Tell me how good I did daddy? Are you proud of me?” She asked fishing for complements knowing there were three people in the world who would shower her in love and complements and it was her father and two older brothers who treated her like their angel. Siren was used to being spoiled and given everything her heart has ever desired.
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Post by Talon Snowfang on Sept 9, 2009 1:08:30 GMT -5
Darius nodded and smiled. "You did very well. More than I expected of my beautiful daughter. And you put your brothers to shame." He hugged her close and rubbed her side. "So a new wardrobe then? I suppose that would be manageable." He kissed her forehead before patting her thighs. "Alright up." He said before letting her get up off his lap so he could stand up. He stretched his limbs out before looking around. "Shall we go to the market in the main part of the city or did you have some where else in mind to look for new clothing?" He asked admiring his daughter's beauty noticing how much she had grown into a very amazing woman.
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Post by Winter Silverclaw on Sept 30, 2009 11:30:45 GMT -5
Siren grinned and beamed proudly when he praised her for a job well done and claimed she put her brothers to shame. He asked her to get up and off his lap she slipped stepping down the few steps off his thrones platform an tuned to look at him. He asked her if she’d like to go to the market to get fabric as she nodded slowly, “Yes! There is a vendor in the square selling beautiful chiffon and I am sure it will work well for the seamstress to work with in making me new things to wear.” She said lifting her chin. Siren was barely dressed at all. Small strips of cloth draped over her shoulders and down her body were enough to cover her breasts, and the sash around her waist kept it from falling off. The extra cloth hung in front of her as well as in back of her like a short skirt though she was wearing panties under that tied on at her hips.
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