#azamir

Harry is an/was an auror and during a raid the indian prince was killed. the royal family of india demanded that is their slave ( i think)

at first he refused but the minister said smt about war? so he agreed.

and draco is a slave trainer so to say. so he teaches harry what do and stuff. for example he (harry) has to be naked all/most of the time and crawl everywhere. he is also to be used as a sex slave so draco trains him in that.

Oh and there was a scene where draco gave him an enema

I hope this is enough info

thank you :)

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@frostymuses continued from Badonkers

Aisling was just standing out in the rain. This part of the garden was secluded and right under the little balcony that connected to her room in the castle. She was stareing off into space. Letting the sound of the rain and Rhia’s cute little snores above soothe her frantic mind and emotions. So when Azamir stumbled upon her and started babbling embarrassed she visibly jumped. 

“Eh??.... Och... Nae, Donnae worry yerself bout it Lad. I can leave if ye’re uncomfortable.” her voice was uncharacteristically somber and she crouched low to launch herself into the air and land lightly on the balcony. Till she was properly behind the rail enough that Azamir could pretty much just see her face and arms when she propped her head up in her hands.

@frostymuses continued from Look Azamir

With winter came many a change in Aisling. The changes that came with her fall season faded into less drastic, but no less ponderous changes. Despite her lack of full powers she was still what she ever had been. The Owl Goddess was more alive than she was throughout the rest of the year, save for the awkward time in Fall. 

With the coming of the snow and ice the wreath of Holly about her head gained sprigs of pine needles to complete the circle and form a full crown. Frosted over and down into her hair. Going down the nape of her neck and across her back where the remnants of her markings were glowing. And the pinkish berries at her temples grew bright and plentiful. Enough that she had to harvest them at the end of every night. Her golden eye was still amber as a harvest moon and her talons and tips of her fingers and toes were an icy blue. As were many of her freckles. And she went about with the sash of her clan’s colors from her shoulder to hip, and a mantle of her feathers turned white and sparkling like fresh snow in moonlight. Though this she tried to not wear when she was working in the garden, or cooking.

At this time she was in a group of her friends and those that were pursuing her to the left of Infernum’s throne. Her mantle was wrapped around little Rhia, the toddler was clapping her hands along with the beat the other’s in the ring were keeping for the goddess. Aisling was preforming a lively little dance and softly singing with her throaty enchanting voice. So as not to disturb any conversation going on in the room. She’d spun and caught sight of a newcomer in the room. And when she’d glanced again she realized they were staring at her. She finished her song and dance with another whirl, planting her feet proudly towards this Ice colored demon. Hands on her hips.

@frostythots cont. from Moonlit Suggestions

Aisling continued to giggle behind her hand at him. But only for a few moments after he looked away. He was nervous and flustered, which was obvious. 

“Aye. I’ve known that about ye fer a long while now Aza. Tis nae a problem fer me, an we’ll be takin things slow. An we can stop at anytime if ye feel like tis too much fer ye. Alright?” she warbled softly. A comforting sound, and she reached her little hand to take his burly hand in her own.

“Now... ye’re right Aza. Some privacy would be nice aye? I had been thinkin a nice meadow ‘er on the side of a Lake might be nice. Have the moon an the stars bright above us.... there’s me space in the gardens. T’would give us that feelin but also be a lot closer tae the castle.... There’s also me rooms~” she thought about it a bit, biting at the black talon on her thumb.

Kiss them boobies/His heart.