A Cantarella in C Minor (Oriented)

Plot: a depressed druid moves in with a thief with repressed memories. Carnal interest quickly becomes a passionate affair - all thanks to longing. Can a flashback tear them apart?

Orion Petrel strode into the room, sighing. "Morning, Meredith." He yawned slightly, displaying his enlarged teeth. He rustled his hair as he stretched liberally, almost feline in his movement. The sky-blue Eye of Kratos shone from his muscled torso, the tribal tatoo shimmering softly. It was rather distinct, but it had the vague shape of an air-bound Phoenix. Meredith looked dispargingly at him. "Have you been hanging around with tha Druid again? Elyndor Blitz, I thunk 'er name was?" she answered roughly, flicking around some rune symbols flashcards, "you see 'ere, those mystical runes we have found near the archipelago?" Meredith coaxed, Orion glanced up with feigned interest.

"Now, why would I do that?" Orion sighed. "You make it sound like I'm afraid of... commitment. Why, Elyn just transferred here the other week, without breezing through the Guild's paperwork." Orion noted, "That's rather... quaint." Meredith replied, "Seeing as the Acrantheon Guild just recommended that she stays for research."
"Now, why would I do that?" Orion sighed. "You make it sound like I'm afraid of... commitment. Why, Elyn just transferred here the other week, without breezing through the Guild's paperwork." Orion noted, "That's rather... quaint." Meredith replied, "Seeing as the Acrantheon Guild just recommended that she stays for research." Orion's pupils slanted as he unsheathed his gleaming trisula.

"The One always sends agents to do the dirty work. This cover is perfect for our disguise, for temporal relocation- No-one ever SUSPECTS plants!" chuckled a coconut tree, before being shoved aside. "Quiet you!" protested another of the One's agents, "Do you want to be discovered by those Acrantheon scum?" The coconut shook its leafy head, "No." it rustled. The two undercover aliens kept still as Elyndor placed her elemental runes within an enclosed area already strewn with discarded pebbles. Looking carefully though the rubble, she took note of the ruins in the distance which was offsetted by the glint of the cooling evening sun. "Enjoying the view?" mused Orion, the Druid lady was startled by his arrival even as he crouched in the manner of a swooping bird. Elyndor gave a huskily noted laugh, "You display traits that are considered feminine,"
"How so?" Orion objected, a frown already highlighted his smooth angular face.

Elyndor looked skeptically at him, before waving her own offhanded comment away, "Nah, too risque." The druid smiled as she brushed away the informalities.

A few miles away a stilled body of an messenger lay discarded, left out in the open where the jackals could ravage the fallen corpses. A lone bronze vulture circled the celadon skies, opening its mouth in a screeching cry. The brazen bird's intention was to consume the decaying carcass as a favour to the Great Ones. Ripping the broken flesh with its open jaws, it prepared to feast and bobbed its large head down to reach the tenderised juicy carnage. An arrow swiftly flew in its pathway as it was silenced by the piercing glare of the archer. Stifling a startled squawk of dismal surprise, the bird fell from the domain. This was followed by several other arrows, one following the other, a rain of them rapidly striking the target each time. A crush of a delicate boot crushed the messenger's hand underfoot, pressed firmly against the sealed yellow parchment. The hidden cloaked sleeve of Diana Tyranus reached down and grasped the note firmly by the hand as she swept a tinted amber strand of hair aside. She scanned the note before smiling, "La Canterella- at last I found an essential ingredient, my Kratos."
A hint of a distant facade came as the skilled archer snapped the fragile arrowhead that found its vital target.
She spared the suffering of the vulture, but the large predator didn't appreciate the act, glaring sternly before fluttering off sideways
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Orion looked helplessly at Elyndor, "What can I do to make you mine?" he asked in a broken voice. She reclined on a wicker chair, its softness soothing her limbs as the druid replied, "For starters, you could at least pleasure me." Meanwhile Jadylin and Samnos watched dutifully. "Should we interrupt?" wondered Samnos as his twin Jadylin shushed him. "Perhaps not," she answered as a twinkle came into her starry eyes, "For this is where the fireworks really start," Then Samnos felt Jady nuzzle into his shoulder and suddenly the scene felt right...
"There are two words which are imperative: could and can't," Elyndor stated in absolute insincerity, "For example, there's nothing that says in the 34 laws of the Acrantheon that says we can't desecrate the altar of our fathers, but you could maintain the ." Orion looked shocked at this commentary, but eventually he accepted her words.

Glancing at the ceiling he tried to supress emotions that threatened to surge through him, she reminded him of- "Krâventés." He responded, glancing away from Elyndor's puzzled expression, reciting the Latinised version of Kratos. She splayed her body artistically on the chair, spreading her robes flagantly at the name. "That name seems so close to you, Orion." Elyndor leant down at his expression, she purred saliciously, letting the pronouciation melt on her lips as she displayed her rounded jewels. Their succulent plumpness stood out admist the silken transparent Egyptian-inspired linen that flowed around her barren chest, "Lap ye dogs and suckle." she chuckled at the thief's abject innocence. Orion's cheeks blushed vividly at this nude glory, yet his sight drank her up. "Must you dishonour the name of my forefathers?" he stated halfheartedly.

Elyndor laughed languidly, "You thieves have no sense of honour." she replied- his response made no sense. "Most of us don't," Orion whispered wishing that all the wafting mists in the guild would conceal his shame, O jewel of sharpening sight which clouds all thieves in the darkest night, how I wish thou would hide thee!
Just then Jadylin excitedly burst into the room, dragging Samnos with her with precise timing, "Heya! Why not we all see Thanatos?" Orion yelped and almost fell off the bed due to the sudden arrival of the servant twins. Glancing upwards at Elyndor, whose unraveled sheets barely covered her demure form, Samnos gushed at the scene.
"Expert timing you two," complimented Orion, thanking the gods for the interruption, before Elyndor gathered up the rest of her scattered robe.

"You say you own this item, but unless thou admit that you truly tamed Thanatos, it still won't give you allegiance." Elyndor gave her fleeting opinion, "You train with all your mind set on the target, and not on other distracting scenarios," Her fingers curled around Thanatos's handlebars seductively, lifting her taut legs against the brass saddle, "You're one of the elites?" She winked at Orion, who just stood there with intrigue at her earlier query.
"I don't consider that a question," The noble thief glanced at the crystal-crusted handle-bars, in which a large rounded Howlite was inserted into the slot where the cyndical engine awaited, but he closed the hub.
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"Prince Morador requires subservience," spoke the frantic messenger, hauling a large Kanglier cage behind him; "And anyone who refuses to comply under the branched laws of Rauteonian Counsels shall face the chop." The spiked cage rattled threateningly before revealing an iron-clad prisoner executed only momentarily within empty chamber's metallic maw. An outcry of enraged criticism arose from the onlooking crowd's babble, some of the innocents trying to peer despite the curiosity of the sudden execution as the elders started to grovel at the messenger's very feet.
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Much later, Prince Morador was at his study, observing the latest artifact that the Court had procured from the briny depths of the ocean floor. It was large and cube-shaped and all viewed the device with both awe and respected curiosity. By request, Morador demanded to look at the otherwise outdated device in the privacy of his own bedroom...

"Heh. Now I have the people under my command, all of their current faction are now in ruins and shambles thus their respective technophobia are rife with royalty insignia." Prince Morador stated, chuckling all the while, "Trrruly remarkable what a few of my monks could 'dig up', those so-called 'mecha-nisms' are a marvel to the castle alchemists, with a little more research they could crack the code of the 'Ethernet Realm' which interlinks the cable between yesteryear and current society." Prince Morador stated as he connected all the cables up, "Though I think I should reboot the hacked system. These screens are a little dusty by comparison." A wet message soon popped up. "Slyph-Xeros and Elias6e. Hmph. My word, indeed. What sort of names are those..."