#eevia

     Eevia has been after me for a cat for a long time. This is the first year that I've decided to do anything serious with another. It was much easier to send someone else a card and a few roses when I wasn't attached. I suppose as I get older that my tastes are changing. I'm a cruel bastard. There is no question about it. However, now I'm a lovable and cruel bastard. Eevia is a nice mixture of both of our worlds. She may not always understand my methods, but she has begun not to question them as much. My dove has been so obedient so a reward is in order.

     I spoke with one of the local hunters and they showed me a group hoarding some tiger cubs. The white and orange stripped kittens were cared for after a riverbeast and the mother got into conflict. I've never been much of one for four legged pets. I prefer humanoids myself to tame and capture. Regardless, I decided with the holiday coming up that I'd get her a little something. In the morning I'll have breakfast made and give her time to get acquainted with the little cub. I am certain she'll wish to name him.

     The evening I have planned for the pair of us to take a stroll along the ocean shore of Talador in the southern regions. Few venture out that way provided the aquatic beasts that roam about. A problem that I can allow my wrathguard to see to. He has been more bloodthirsty than normal lately. A romantic sunset, a sea of crimson, and chocolate covered strawberries. I may have to start doing this kind of thing more often.

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     The Warmage had become impatient with the progress of others and had chosen to take matters into his own hands. The poor, unfortunate souls that had either been lured by his captivating charm or his devilish mind had been the subject of his nightmarish tendencies. Today, however had resulted in the breakthrough that he had needed to ensure Kaeion got his wish and to pry the clutches of Xarriel from around his throat. He took great pleasure when those of such authority and position underestimated his abilities. Besides, how can such a handsome fellow be any danger to some of the most influential powers of the elven community? This thought led him to laugh as he brought the sharp knife up toward throat of the Night Elf femme he had bound in chains and a collar. “Oh, don’t give me that look. You’re going to take part in two beautiful rituals this evening.” A dashingly beguiling smile passed along.

     The Kaldorei tried to shift into a variety of forms to try and break from her bindings as Eurath backed away. “I’ve had enough women in my life to know how to tie them up, lovely. Relax some, yeah? Every bit of you will be used.” A light hum had began to emit in a rather upbeat rhythm as he acknowledged Eevia in her lab wear standing by the doorway with her arms folded. “Ah, my dove. You’re just in time.” A slight bounce in his step as he drew closer to her. His hand sliding into her own to pull her into the dark chambers. “Can you hear the music?” She shook her head but drew close to him all the same. “No? Hmm, well listen.” He eased against her with the knife in hand being mindful of placement. Lips pressed against her ear as they took a waltz stance and began to move while he continued to hum his rather happy tune.

     The roll of the Warmage’s shoulder came with a fluid step to the right and he was guiding Eevia along with him. Each time he gave a click of his tongue the knife pointed to one of their jars that contained several of the ingredients to toss into the boiling cauldron in the center of the room. “I knew you’d love cooking with me,” he mused so tenderly sweet. “A splash of purifed moonwell water…” A light spin had sent Eevia spiralling out to the shelf for her free hand to grab the vial. He brought her back and with a tango-like dip he allowed her to pour the contents within. A one-two step transition led them to the nearby table. “A breathe of solar life…” He continued sing as he pointed to the violet scripted capsule. The label read phoenix’s breathe.

     Migration of leisured steps led him to rock their pair of their hips with sideways progression so that she could add to the mixture. At this point they had two of the five essential elements to construct a re-invigoration of life. Nitrogen was another key element to create the necessary amino acids and most plant life contained it. Fortunately, Eevia and he both were herbalists by trade. The promises of nitrogen fixation and blood meal. The pair of them had spilt plenty of crimson to amp up the necessary growth. Fireweed had provided two purposes. The nitrogen and a natural warmth to the amalgamation. Oxygen normally was a component but Draenor was a natural host. Had they of been in Hellfire Peninsula the sources necessary might have been different.

     Thoughts were rolling in his mind with the cerebral checklist. Temperature, water, sunlight, and nitrogen were in the clear. While the mixture settled the Warmage and Eevia continued to circle the cauldron in their corporeal exhibition of affection. The Night Elf could only stare at them with such worried expressions dotting her beautifully painted visage. “Eevia, would you be so kind to begin supper? Just be sure to wash up first. I’ll be in with the meat relatively soon.” She gave him an uncertain look and Eurath pressed his head against hers. “It’ll be fine. There is only three more ingredients that I need to put into the cauldron. We’ll kill two birds with one stone.” Reluctantly, she nodded. No kissing given their current personal protective equipment.

     As she turned he gave her a swift smack on her backside and that lit up her eyes in a more playful light. As the door to the lab was shut the Warmage turned toward the lovely elf. Those sinful eyes began to draw darker as his hand slid over to the saw. There was no more music and the lips of Eurath twisted so cynically. “I am certain you are quite aware of the first ritual you’ll be taking part in.” He gave a brief glance to the cauldron and then back to her. “The second?” Could the elf understand him? Probably not or at least not well enough. He was amusing himself more than anything. “I was once informed that Kaldorei woman taste the best. Now, I’ve never had a Night Elf. So, perhaps after tonight you can change my mind?” His free hand drew along her cheek softly and brushed a thumb along her tearful eyes.

     “Now, now…” So soothing. “I will not be the only critic. It just would not be fair, you see. Just imagine. You’ll have two eating you. Some women would die for the opportunity.” The woman went to snap at his hand and the Warmage only smiled devilishly as the appendage was lowered. The other was raised with that crudely rigid cutting tool. Darkness began to consume the room and shrouded the screams that followed…

     "Heart of the wild... BAM!" Laughter drew afterwards. Eurath's other beautiful profession? Skinning.

 Dear Lady Valmere,

     I'd like to begin by addressing the matter with Lady Dracovia. While I am sure this behavior did not come unwarranted I'd like for you to understand that you can already see the reasoning she lashed out. I feel there is no other reason to punish the young woman on any ground. As for a matter of importance do not assume what I consider priority. The motion of calling out a man such as I on the endeavors only puts me in a foul mood.

     If anything you should be adhering to my own requests considering I hold the very power of life and death in my hands. So, if I choose to invest in a conflict and birds then maybe you should consider the reason why I am doing so. Now, to the situation involving Mister Kaeion. There has been a temporary snag with the Sanguine Sorceress. Though, it is of little consequence and when I feel reason to pursue a different route; I will.

     Work will continue as it becomes convenient for me to do so. One more thing before I depart you on terms of safe travels, Mistress of Sub Rosa. You can fool the world of your power and might; but when it comes down to it all you still bleed like any other. So, I find it in your best interest to keep your tongue tucked least I find another reason to put it to use. May your arrival be swift.

      Master Felo'melorn

"Another vicious cycle has been woven. A web spun and twisted in such a way that I count the spirals made and the flies already caught. I have yet to see the soul of the Enchantress that lingers around Astheo. Nor, I have a received additional word from Eevia lately. Though, she has her studies and I am certain she is working vigilantly. Perhaps I shall have another invigorating conversation with the Courier soon enough. The taste of her wine still lingers upon my lips and the flavor was rather divine. I'll have to invest in more for certain. Regardless, the puppet strings have been attached and now all I shall do is wait for the show to begin."

-- Eurath

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     Decadence... The very word lingers like the sweet aftertaste of honey in the back of my thoughts. I've allowed myself the luxuries of various women in my life and I have treated them each like precious treasures. I play with them like cats with a long string. I drag it endlessly upon the ground watching their reactions until they are close enough to touch. A sensual glide of the hand behind their ears, delectable words to fill their thoughts, and they become trapped in a realm of seduction.

     Eros.... The challenge beneath flesh. The intellectual whims of the webs weaved by these ladies look to entrap me. Yet, another whisper of immortality and dedication teases their cognitive wishes. A pull from within that I've hooked with a single finger to drag them from their shell and to press intimately against the lips of knowledge. A sinful baptism of salaciousness to ease their wandering thoughts. It blankets their eyes to prevent them from seeing what kind of horrible creature that I am.

    Deification... I once worshiped the ground that a mortal priestess walked upon. The lady held my fragile heart and understood what it meant to hold power. She could shape the thoughts of men with a single utterance and make women bow with her elegance. My priestess held such captivation over me. The Sanguine Sorceress reshaped me after such a horrific loss. She challenged me to shatter the reigns of mortality and become the fearful deity that deserves the respect of those trapped between heaven and hell. 

    Devotion... I could throw my hand to the side in a beckoning call to draw so many to my side. They know no better than to believe that my word is truth and my dream a reachable reality. Though, to dedicate myself to another has been a difficult endeavor. Eevia has decided to try my patience and reach into the very place I've looked to shield from prying hands. Perhaps, in time, if she achieves the excellence that I've set out for her I will not hesitate to make such a compromising decision.

    However, my thoughts linger consistently upon her. Our meeting began in the ruins of the Sunwell during an encounter with an annihilan. She was drawn in by my power and demand over the towering demon. How easy it is to convince another that power is so simple and obtainable. Though, my eyes had begun my initial downfall. 

    They had trailed over her constantly. Slowly, unraveling her from the fabric that concealed her pale expanse of flesh. I could see through her easily enough, but I wanted to know what she hid beneath the robes. The urge to see her scars, to see her tattooing, to understand what language her delicate body spoke when I drew my hand against her slender throat and along her shoulders.

    Once again our paths have aligned and she made her confessions. The admissions that carved deep into old wounds that I have never allowed to heal. The bleeding organ has always been my source and reasoning to look down upon others who were too weak to defend themselves. My reasoning to just watch the world burn. It took so much from me and I only felt it was right that I did the same from it. 

    Eevia has more to learn. I will push her mind to the very edge. I have to see for myself that she is able to withstand the chaos that resides within me. She must know what it means to be dominated and to dominate. I refuse to put myself in the same position that I had with my priestess. However, I cannot help but search for that unity again. A reason to cauterize the wound. It is the weakness of my own existence. Then, I stop to remind myself...

     ..."Immortals don't bleed."