Muddied Irises (Kyra)

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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.

Muddied Irises (Kyra)

Postby Aello on May 10th, 2013, 7:55 pm

Spring 10, 513 AV

They had stopped in a clearing greater than Aello had ever seen. It seemed to stretch into a half-hearted ring, a chalice of trees into which the land fell away. A large indentation within the terrain; which shone a deep brown in the noon day sun. Pools of a marginally lighter shade shimmered against the golden hues as the huntress' keen eyes swam over them. Her fist tightening around the supple curve of her father's old bow as she strode through the tree's open arms; the only natural door, into what lay beyond.

I don't remember ever having passed by this way before, the Treaver thought to herself as her pack slid across her shoulders, and her feet padded softly against the ground. Inching her closer and closer to the nearest pool. Bubbling against magnified heat.

Upon reaching the edge, Aello peered down and into the mud pit, as she naturally piled her belongings by her side. Causing a slight yelp from the pycon who had ridden in her rucksack's back pocket, momentarily forgotten. Small clay body shuffling and shaking fists, kicking Aello's boot.

Entirely ignored in favor of this.

"Have you ever seen these pits before?" the huntress whispered to Kyra, in reference to the mud which rested in small clustered pools and streams before them. "Or are they as new to you as they are to me?" she asked, as the light of the dark pools reflected in the depths of her own earthen eyes. A smile crossing her lips, a mischievous crook to the edge, as she turned to her taller companion, and reached for her arm, the top of her shoulder, so as to throw her in.
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Postby Kyra on May 11th, 2013, 5:29 am

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Kyra had been traveling with Aello for days more and living the life of a huntress. It was an interesting life, and she learn of it's way from a forest witch was all the more fun. Of course Aello never admitted to being a forest witch, nor did she ever explain how she knew of Kyra's kelvic side. For Kyra, until this was explained, the huntress would forever be a forest witch.

Not that Aello cared what the kelvic called her.

It was much warmer now that it had been from the bite of winter. The couple had traveled for a while now, and while hunting, training and other things, the kelvic really needed a bath. But she wasn't the type to complain and instead continued on with her travel companions. It wasn't long before they reached the mud pit, and Kyra wasn't sure what to make of it.

"I am sure that this is the first time I've come this way..."

She watched as Aello put down her bags and moved to investigate further. While normally Kyra was very curious, but not of a mug pit. After all, it was a bath that she wanted and mud wasn't what she had in mind. But it seemed that the huntress had a different idea, as she reached up and flipped her into the mud.

Kyra gave a yep as she splashed into the pool of mud, completely covering her clothing. "Aello? What was that about?" Kyra asked as she stumped her way back towards the huntress and tried to drag her into the mud.


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Postby Aello on May 17th, 2013, 3:48 am

A wide grin spread across Aello's lips as a series of sparkles leapt into her eyes. She stifled a chuckle as the mangy kitty Kelvic stomped out of the pit, slick mud peeling from her body as she reached for the huntress and tried to drag her in.

"Lighten up," Aello commented as she widened her smile and reached for Kyras's wrist, intending to pull her back in alongside her. "You're still a kid. Isn't it about time you actually had some fun?" she inquired, as she shook her boots away before stepping into the muck. Wrenching her hands forward before turning to meet her companion.

Thrust her arms into the pit of mud, producing a soft plop; a volcano of sticky brown that speckled her clothing. Now hanging limply about her form.

Aello's hands shot forward, creating a muddy wave. It surged towards the Kelvic slowly before crashing against the edge of the pit. "Come on!" the girl called as she glided backwards, headed for the other edge of the circle. "I heard once that this is good for your skin!"
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Postby Kyra on May 17th, 2013, 3:36 pm

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The words of the huntress caused the young kelvic to pause and think. She was right in fact, Kyra had barely lived three years and the life of leopards reached far into the twenties if they took care of themselves. She wasn't even close to covering half of her life's cycle. Something had happened to her, somewhere along the time after she had lost everything and was forced to start a new. Somewhere in the mix of chaos and change, the girl had forgotten the simple joys she used to have when she still lived with her mother.

A smile rose upon her lips as she glanced down at her clothing that was now covered in mud. She could imagine if he mother was still alive and saw her covered in mud that she would have a fit. This only made it more funny to her and she started to sway around and waving her arms back and forth creating deep half ripples in the slick surface of the pit.

"Well fine, have it your way. Now I'm coming to get you!"

Kyra flapped her arms about and pushed herself forward towards the huntress. It didn't feel like water much, but there was a soothing feeling as she swam through the mud, and felt it coiling around her body as it cling to her. Once she was close enough to Aello, she jumped at her, hoping to knock her off balance and into the mud.


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Postby Aello on May 17th, 2013, 6:08 pm

OOCWarning: we threw our clothes out the proverbial window! Just a heads up.

"Oh no!" Aello replied as a series of giggles escaped her lips, and the Kelvic inched ever closer with each passing moment. The huntress could almost sense the unease in her voice, coupling with her desire to enjoy herself, even before colored vapors began to rise from the surface of the mud. Their earthen scent filling her nostrils, causing them to flare.

The aura wasn't even remotely intoxicating, causing the aurist to draw back with the Kelvic's approach, and sashe to the right just before Kyra pounced. "Hey wait a minute! I haven't even taken my clothes off yet!" Aello protested as she drove her hands into the mud with a near inaudible plop, reaching for the sides of her dress. Crumpling the fabric between her fingers before closing her eyes, and wiggling her body. Mirroring the sway of the sea as she removed the single garment. Causing her necklace to slide up the length of her chest as she tossed the dress nonchalantly over her shoulder, and onto the bank before the red ribbon snapped.

A single ring sounding, causing all time to stand still.

Three seconds where life moved only for her.

A streak of mud catching on her cheek as the necklace slapped back into place.

The second second...

Where she thought about how she had almost forgotten about its presence, its familiar weight.

The third...

Where she remembered the other two which had once bound her neck- claws of the wolf strung up by threads of white and black. Now cast into the pouch of her pack, as she had been cast away.

A pillow for a pycon's head.

The fourth...

When all became normal again. When Aello could begin to feel the mud dripping down her reddened right cheek. When the pit's aura seemed to flicker again as the eon bell's ring came to an end, and for an instant, all seemed silent as she turned to her companion. Dark irises sparkling as her body absorbed the cold caress of the bell dangling between her breasts.

"You were saying Kyra?" she asked with a mischievous smile as she darted forward, hands extended towards the girl's shoulders. Perhaps she needs some help getting out of those clothes.

OOCFrom what I recall, Kyra will have no idea that time stopped for three seconds. Also, should the bell ring again, nothing will happen. Thirdly, if Kyra is the one who rings the bell, nothing shall happen.
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Postby Kyra on May 18th, 2013, 12:07 am

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This was a new side to her and one that Kyra wasn't used to. Suddenly, the sometimes brooding , and very serious huntress, was now giggling and enjoying herself. Perhaps it was the kelvic's youthful enthusiasm starting to rub off on the woman, or maybe it was something else that caused the changed in her. Either way Kyra was enjoying it all and it was time to play.


"It's too late for that now Aello, our clothing are already ruined!"

She giggled herself, finding the woman's timing to be off by a few chimes at least. But if the woman wanted to undress, she would do so as well. Kyra sank lower into the muck as she too started to wiggle about.

A tick, and she pulled her boots from beneath the pool of mud.

It was all too silly, and she giggled softly as she wiggled around more to pull her dress up and over her head. The girl was left in only her undergarments now, bits of mud splattered in her hair, on her cheeks and covering her chest and everything lower.

Kyra watched the huntress closely as she stalked her, slowly moving towards her.

"There will be no more escaping from you Aello, you're mind!" she called out as she tried once again to pounce on the woman.


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Postby Aello on May 18th, 2013, 3:29 am

"If you say so Kyra," Aello replied with a chuckle as she continued to trudge through the mud towards her companion. Fingers splaying as she inched closer and closer only to have the Kelvic close the distance that once rested between them and push her back before she could do anything.

As the Kelvic's hands fell away, Aello's came to rise. The tips of her fingers brushing the girl's shoulders before gliding a little lower. Nails gently scraping against the supple curves of her shoulder blades as she stepped a little closer. Lips dangling mere inches from her companions.

"You wish to be rough with me?" Aello asked, as her hands slid towards the woman's exposed lower back. "Or soft?" she inquired, as she rested the flats of her hands against the indentations behind which Kyra's kidneys rested. Offering a rough push to bring their hips together as an even more mischievous grin than before crossed her lips, and her eyes began to sparkle ferociously against the sun's light.

OOCIf this is too much PM me and I can edit.
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Postby Kyra on May 18th, 2013, 6:49 pm

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This was a different sort of battle for her, and one that she saw as being much more fun. There was also the fact that she might be able to win this fight. They were deep in mud, which took away any fast moment, their legs were deep under and the use of daggers were out as well. She thought maybe she could overpower Aello and dunk her under, but only time would tell.

But Kyra was once again surprised by Aello's new attitude after a brief struggle, the huntress pulled her in close, their breasts pressing against each others and their hips pushing firmly together. Kyra's eyes widen, her nose gently brushing against Aello's as a soft purring sound rose from within her. "Would you enjoy that Aello...to play rough...or soft?" she asked in an innocent tone.

Kyra stared at the woman, her bright golden eyes peering deeply into that of the huntress' muddled gaze. Her lips parted, a smile growing there causing her to giggle from the tickling she felt from Aello's warm breath on her skin. "Are you going to kiss me now?" she asked, allowing her hands to slowly trace up the length of the huntress' arms, painting smooth muddied streaks against her soft flesh.


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Postby Aello on May 18th, 2013, 9:08 pm

"What do you think?" Aello asked, her voice breathy, as vaporous as the auras that trickled through the air all around her. Pressing suggestively against her own as the mud between them thickened. Lips curling into seductive grin as hands trailed to the resting place between a body's halves. Supple curves falling against each other; filling the gaps that ran alongside.

Pink crescents brushing, but only for an instant as all heat intensified.

Eyes glinted.

Fingers tingled.

"Something tells me you'd like that Kyra," Aello whispered, as she dangled her lips just before her companion. "To be so soft..."

"And yet, a part of me believes you'd prefer it rough," the huntress finished, accentuating her words with a subtle flick of her wrist. A furling of her palm, however slight, and of her fingers. Allowing her to dig her nails into the other woman's flesh as her lips trailed away. Down around the edge of Kyra's cheek, her chin, to her neck. Following the movement of her hands which cascaded down the length of her back, to either side of her spine, into the mud, before coming back up. Smearing the girl's soft, smooth skin with it as she nibbled on the crook of her neck. Licked up the length until coming to the curl of her ear's lobe.

"Bite me," Aello breathed, as her hands relaxed, and her palms slapped the last of the mud they held into her flesh. Allowing it to drizzle down as she stood there, waiting. Breathing against the side of Kyra's neck. Warm air caressing her as much as the Kelvic was.

OOCAgain, PM if this isn't going to fly.
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Postby Kyra on May 19th, 2013, 5:34 pm

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The thick mud slithered away, rippling down and around the parts of their bodies that were pressed so tightly together. Tiny air bubbles were born and suddenly burst within ticks, as the mud on their bodies spilled and dribbled off their slender limbs. Soft plopping could be heard, a gentle gurgling sound, as one leg pushed suggestively between another and warming their bodies just a bit more.

Backs arched as heavy breaths were exhaled, allowing supple breasts to cup together and squeeze out the remainder of the thick mud between them. Kyra shivered a bit under Aello's touch, a warming emanating from beneath the cool of the slick muddied surface that was now coating her pale flesh. She giggled, lowering her eyes to find their lips only an inch away from the other.

"I like...." Kyra paused, parting her lips just a bit more to allow Aello to taste if she chose. "Soft is good, like this mud that threatens to swallow us, or fresh sheets on a bed, or..you're skin." she smiled raising her eyes to meets Aello's again.

"When things are rough...hard. There is..usually an aggressor. Like when fighting, or hunting and..other things. Are you the aggressor Aello?" she asked in a very soft tone, one that wasn't meant to reach beyond that of the huntress' ears. "Who is the hunter and who is the prey?"

A soft audible release of breath lips from her lips as Aello dug into the flesh at her face and back. Kyra began to purr softly again, her eyes closing for a moment and all thoughts disappearing. She was a mess now, Aello had rubbed mud into her arms, shoulders, and even her cheek and neck. Kyra's own hands moved, smearing mud into Aello's arms and against her shoulders and her back.

The kelvic squeezed the huntress tightly into her arms as she teased at her ear and neck, the purring from within sending vibrations throughout her body and into Aello's as well. The next thing that the huntress asked was a shock to her. In the past Kyra had bitten a few people, but none of them had ever asked her too. She closed her eyes, leaning forward and gently nuzzled her cheek against Aello's. Her lips parted, pressing against the huntress' flesh for a tick before her tongue slipped out and licked there as well.

Then it came, just as quick and sudden as the suggestion had been made.

BITE.


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