Snippet #2680630

Petra & Annabelle

Stern looks back at the two as they all walk down the hall, several of the house attendants moving back and forth through their path. "Well that would normally be the case when things go well in the day, however the master is busy dealing with some disciplinary functions at the moment and I do know that there is going to be a gathering of all the new faces tomorrow." He scratches the underside of his chin as he talks, keeping step with the others. "All of these new and fascinating faces... It makes me miss the old days when such a high daily intake was normal." The group entering the central concourse of the house, its rotund shape and large spiraling stairs letting high amounts of foot traffic move, without being impeded by one another. Many of which were the house maids, switching different shifts and making their way through the house at a quick pace. Stern looks back over his shoulder and addresses the two with him "I do have one word of caution for you, especially since the two of you are new arrivals. If anyone offers you something, such as a deal or a trade of some sort. I suggest not taking it.. there are plenty of members here that are quite keen to take advantage of newer individuals."

After the three make their way through the concourse and into the latter end of the hall, Stern stops at a length of doors that lead to the elevator at the far end and he stopped. "These rooms are just for tonight, though I do suggest when you get it.. don't hesitate to make yourselves at home. If your still hungry, a bell can be found in the top of the desk near your bed. One sound wring and all you have to do is give your request to the maid that comes along." He gives the two of them a slight bow and heads towards the elevator at the end of the hall, bidding the girls farewell for the time being.

Akhira

After a short distance, there came a scent so sweet to Akhira's nose that it was nearly overpowering. Like she was sticking her head into a beehive for the first time, on the apatite of a hungry bear. The smell causes her to crane here head for a moment in order to catch more of the aroma wafting through the hall and Faust catches the look that passes over her. "You like that? The fighters have their own kitchen and thanks to the apatite of our cook, we always have more than enough to eat." He leads her through a door on the edge of the hall and it opens to a large dinning area with three large, elongated tables. Dishes covering covering a majority of the first and seats circling the adjoining two. Glistening meats and breads, surrounding with coils of fruits and large cups, made for similarly large hands it seemed. Picking up one of the cups and taking a deep swig of the drink inside, Faust looked back at Akhira. "Go ahead, feast.. its late and I'm sure you can use something to eat before night comes. Besides, your a member of the house now and this is just as much your as it is ours.." Even though the room was large and the food was abundant, Akhira could see that some others had been there in the time before she and Faust had arrived. Several plates sat at the end of the nearest table, with spent bones and fruit husk. Several maids in the middle of cleaning the area of the last meals revelry.

Luna

Kenner looks down at Luna as she takes to her feet, a sly look sitting on the edge of his face as he eyes her with a wry smile. "Oh.. how quaint, looks like your horns have finally come in. Am I to take this as a sign that you've thrown away your humanity at last? I mean that doesn't really bother me in the least, I could always find a place for you in such a case." He looks down and skims the edge of the helmet in his hands as he gives Chlorra a short glance. "But such an appeal is going to fall on def ears, seeing the evidence stacked against you're case." He holds the helmet aloft and strikes the rim with a sound hit of his finger, causing a flat tone to wring out into the room. In response the door shuts behind Luna and the lights begin to dim as a form takes place near the center of the room. It was the form of a guard, buckling his armor, comprised of ashen smoke. Moving in a slow haze as he began to get his gear straight and finally taking a moment to put his helmet on.

Only for another form to enter from the opposite side of the room and it was easy to discern who's form it was, despite the slight haze. Luna's hair and eyes were more than enough of a badge to betray her quick movement's as she descended upon the back of the guard, taking him down with a quick ferocity and a severe gleam in her eyes. The two images dissolved into nothingness as soon as the guards head was split with a second strike and lights lifted to show Luna a stern resolve in the face before her.

"I never will understand why my hospitality is turned down.. but I guess its just my nature to not know such things."

It was at that moment that Luna realized she had missed something, the fact that Chlorra was not within her view. She had sneaked away in her usual fashion and now she could feel a strong sense of tension building in her spine. As if something were building to a bursting point. The feeling boiled over when she felt an incredibly strong grip take hold of her from behind. She tries to spring from the hold, but there is a strength holding her the like of which she had never known. She looks on at Kenner, who's expression remains unchanged as he gazes back. "I leave her to you my dear and with some hope Luna, you may just escape." Luna feels the cold touch of Chlorra's mask on the side of her face as the dark woman hugs her, holding tighter than even the most dire of lovers and she begins to feel a slick, wet feeling against her back.

As she looks over her shoulder, craning her neck as hard as she can. It becomes apparent that she is becoming part of the woman behind her, as now most of her hind quarters are being consumed by Chlorra's midsection. Small tendrils of dark ooze pooling forward as they writhe around Luna's legs and coil around her arms to hold as tight as the rest of the experience. Her struggling become lesser as more and more of her body disappears into the dark depths of wherever it is she is going. Soon only her head remained, jutting from below the crux of Chlorra's sternum, like some weird growth. With both hands held tightly over her face to push her in as Kenner's face finally showed some sign of a sombre note. Only for the silence to be broken by the dark woman's twisted voice as Luna's world became dark. "I think your going to be my favorite..."