The festive tones of the desert city filled the ears of Lady Tonisa. She had finally arrived after a long and tedious journey. The central town of Aleanthos was vibrant in color and personality. Children chased after each other, while merchants drew the attention of travelers. The sun beamed with bitter heat, leaving Tonisa hidden behind her veils. She had taken the form of a traditional dancer. One men would throw coins to in exchange for a night of lust and drink. She kept to herself, lifting her gaze only when she heard words of Talon's recent visit. Taverns were filled with gossip and talk of how house Farek had come to mend broken bridges with the Talons. Such words intrigued the witch in ways unimaginable. To the commoners of the divided country, such a bond would bring wealth to all. In celebration, the inhabitants had come to conjure a festival unrivaled by any before it.
Decorations hung from every eve, horses and dogs were adorned with cloaks of serenity. While most found such a tradition enjoyable, others found joy in the acts of body painting. In their eyes, the bond between Crystal Springs and Aleanthos would end hunger. Such prediction had come to fall from the mouths of the old ones known as the Caludrak. They were Aleonthean women over the age of eighty, who had lived through many changes in time and allegiance. They were viewed by most as oracles, and during such a time as this, the old women were catered to. Their temporary slaves prayed to them hoping their visions would come to pass. It was believed that he who cared for a Caludrak would be blessed ten times the man who did not. Such prophecy sent the natives of the land into a frenzy. Many opened their homes to the women, most starving themselves to feed their beloved oracles.
Being born in the lands of Trifeak, Toni did not believe in such rumors. She saw them as nothing more than a race doomed to be slaves to old ways. Many strung her with necklaces of flowers and beads, which she often threw back. The men of the city provided her nothing more but displays of public drunkenness. Attempting to escape the putrid breath of the drunkards, Tonisa found herself within the Tevric Shamvul. Out of the five taverns within the city, it had remained the most relaxed. There was a table near the window that stood empty. Locking onto it, she darted forward and took a seat. Moments passed, and soon a young and blonde-haired girl came to greet her with a smile.
"Good'ay what'll be then? Mead perhaps in celebration?" She had an innocent voice, one that clearly showed her background. "No, just some water, please. Maybe even a few Balgoro if you have any," Tonisa replied removing the veil from her head. The young girl nodded and was off tending the few others that had come in. Across the way, two young boys sat laughing and talking. One bore copper hair while the other had white. It was clear they were too young to be engaged in the drink, but their height had camouflaged such a fact. They sat leaning forwards in laughter nearly losing the mead they had come to drink.
The Tyliquin watched them, overhearing exactly they had come to talk about. She gave way into eavesdropping just as the young blonde returned. "Er ya go. One glass a wat-uh and a platter of Balgoro. That'll be ten paeipeum." The girl sat the requested items down and extended her hand. Tonisa saw it filled and waved her off. Her hunger had gotten the better of her, and soon the taste of fish and dough covered her tongue. Beyond the faint sounds of her chewing, she came to listen to their conversation once more.
"She was so fat! When she walked, I swear the ocean churned. Shame though, she had a lovely face despite her age," the boy of copper hair said his mug coming to grace his lips. "Aye! Don't you dare talk about them, fat women. They are so kind to boys like us. I prefer a woman with meat on her bones. Besides, me mum was heavyset, most compassionate woman you ever meet."
"Kind enough to sell ya to the Farek brood for your father's habits. Besides, my first female will be one of dark hair and big eyes, one with huge breasts and hair like a rope. But most of all, I want a woman with a body like the goddess Bryia. I would ride that all night that's for sure. Like Lady Farek, I feel sorry for her. She's stuck with that stuttering fool. He's not even good-looking. She could have done much better if she had married a Lord Trayon."
Tonisa took another bite of her fish pastry and drank down some water. She was indeed something the boy could only dream of touching. "Aye! My mother did what was best for them and me. Besides, I enjoy living with the Farek family. They are kind. You shouldn't talk about me mum, yours didn't even want you. She threw you out to the dogs. You ever think where we would be if not for Lord Farek. We should head home, they will worry if we are not in by mid sun," spoke the boy of white. "I ain't going anywhere until I get my fill of a woman. Pleasing myself is getting old, I want to feel the touch of another." "You couldn't get your hands on any of the women at this festival, and they are all drunk off their asses!" "Want to bet then?" The boy of copper rolled his eyes downed his ale and stood.
"I bet you I can get my cock in the hottest wench I see. I will bet you..." He rubbed his slightly haired chin. "I bet you fourteen Paeipium I will get my fill inside a wench before we head home," he said pulling out his coin purse. "You would risk that much? That's what we get in two moons! All over proving a point?"The boy of light hair spoke, his eyes wide. "Certainly would, because I will not lose."
The boys made their way out of the doors stumbling. In a hurry, Toni stuffed down two more of the cakes and finished her water before setting off. She exited through a side door in the tavern, revealing her locks. Her eyes following them as she stalked her prey. They mixed in with the crowd heading for an alleyway just ahead. Pushing a path through the mass crowd, Tonisa ran around the city until she came to stand at the end of the alley. Her chest heaved, and suddenly she needed to rest. Her back leaned onto the brick next to crates filled with Trazna wood.
The witch came to peek around the corner finding the two boys entering. A warmth began to rush over the Tyliquin's body. One she knew all too well, the heat of seduction, the touch of lust. The slowed music outside the alley came to fill her ears, and suddenly, she had become a serpent. The slow beating of drums, the ring of the tambourine mingling with the popping sound of the Gazro overtook her. The fullness of her hips began to sway, and then they came to face her.
The boys stopped in their tracks, stunned at her beauty. The thick coarseness of her hair came to cascade down her breasts and, back. The sun kissed her slightly sweat-painted body making her copper flesh glow. Young eyes looked on as hands found their way under the crown of glory she called her own. Her hips moved side to side, her toned abdomen rolling as they did. There was no question she had their attention, the rise in their trousers told the tale. Moving forward, Tonisa allowed her painted eyes to shift left to right. Her movements had been born of fluidity and perfected in grace. It was not long before the two boys began to whisper back and forth.
"Look at her...she is the most beautiful of all the women here that is for sure," spoke the brass head boy. "That she is, but she has got to be more than twice our age. Look at her body. Come on, let's go...something doesn't feel right. If she's so gorgeous, why isn't she with everyone else?" The first boy laughed and pushed off his friend. "What? Scared of a whore in an alley? Or have you forgotten our bet that quick?" He wasted no more time and made his way before the winding witch. The dance had come to place him in a trance. He found himself embraced in her sheer veils. The smooth and calming scent of Jarthaye oil moving to slither up his nostrils. "What is your name, beautiful?" He spoke gawking.
"Eaithira, and yours?" She had become silken in tone, her speech as smooth as a serpent slithering upon crushed velvet. "I am Samitreah Daridoux, adopted son of the respected Lord Farek." The veils found their way down his body and back up again, tickling the back of his neck. "Oh, so you are a nobleman indeed. Whatever have I done to deserve such a pleasure?" "Your beauty paid for such a blessing, M'lady. You should accompany me to a nearby inn. Perhaps, we could get to know one another a bit more." "Sam! Let's go...I do not think this a good idea at all." "If you do not have the balls god gave you to come along, then go on home. This here is a right fine woman. You think I am just going to let her pass me by and have to pay you?" The second boy cut his eyes and stormed away. "If you think it wise to go off with such a woman, then I pray you return home safe." With that, he faded from view leaving his friend in the hands of the unknown.
"So now that my cowardly friend is gone, I must inquire something about you. With a name like Eaithira, you must be born of the Taiklo plains." "I was born near there, yes." The boy laughed feeling quite full of himself. "Though your skin shows you are not of the land perhaps raised there but not of its soils." Her hand trailed up and down his neck. "What would make you assume such a thing? Do I not stand as lovely as their women?" Sam gave her a sly smile. " You stand before me far more beautiful. It is just you are kissed and claimed by the sun. You bear the complexion of a female of the sands, not one of the plains. I knew the moment I saw you that you belonged here even if you are simply upon a visit." Tonisa smiled and began to slowly back away from him. Leaning forth she gave him a vivid show of her bosom and hungry eyes.
"Your friend, he fears me. I must ask why " she spoke with a smile nearing the end of the alley. "Because he is a fool. I suppose he thinks you to be a slayer of sorts. He spooks worse than a colt, I swear. Surely one who is as pretty as you could do no harm." A wicked and devilish grin came to claim her lips at his words. "You are quite right. I would never dare harm another, especially when it came to a handsome man such as yourself. But as a decent woman, I must admit something to you." "What might that be, gorgeous?" Without noticing, the young Samitreah had stumbled into danger. He was lost in her eyes lost in her smell, leaving his senses completely blinded.
"I am a slayer...I am a slayer of men's libidos." A shock ran down his spine. "Shall I put that to the test then? See if you truly are a woman of your word?" "Lead the way. Any place will do for me." "All right then. Follow me. There is an inn not far from here." She extended her hand before herself and gave a curtsy. As he turned his back, her painted nails came to gently caress the wood within a nearby crate. Sam went about walking babbling on about various things he would see done to her before he felt a sharp pain. Like a fierce heat, it traveled up into his skull and down into his back. He fell to the ground, and suddenly his world faded to black. His body fell limp into a nearby puddle of drain water and piss. "A dull boy you are indeed."
Moving forward, she dipped and lifted the boy into her arms and began dragging him. "I have got to get to my horse...I have got to get home." She thought as they traveled down the streets. Many eyes glanced towards them, but none spoke words of curiosity. The two managed to get back to the horse's stable, and then Tonisa came face-to-face with a hurdle. "You there. What you doing with that boy?" Oh just taking him home, sir, he snuck out got drunk. His father said he would kill him if he caught him out in the taverns again."
"He your son?" "Yes, sir. Indeed. His father is the copperhead bloke," she continued to press him onto the back saddle of her horse. "Well, you better keep a good eye on that boy then. I am sure his father is out making a living for the three of you. It's your job to keep him out of trouble. Get on. Mothers should not be in the town during festivals like these. Your eyes can't handle what they may see." "Right away, sir." She mounted and was off rolling her eyes at his insult. "If only you knew of the things I have seen." She thought to herself. Keeping from the main roads, Tonisa and her captive rode on to the city of Javeah. Only then did she rest in peace, and only then did she find the time to bind him.
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