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Post by CORNELIUS BISHOP on Apr 17, 2013 11:01:59 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:360px; padding:5px; background-color:#eee;] all my dead friends look a lot like you | | [atrb=style, background-color:#333; max-width:360px; ] Crack! Thick ebony lines cascaded down the slender, and exquisite body of a foreign made vase seconds before it shattered; splintered pieces crashing to the ground. Several hundred thousand beri instantly going down the drain so to speak. Gifts from foreign nobles, and nearly priceless heirlooms inherited from long since dead relatives quickly met their inanimate demises. Another vase cried in the dead of night as cracks branched out from its center rendering it into a rather expensive heap in a matter of seconds. A sigh interrupted the cracking of heirlooms, standing in a hall of the great Alabasta Kingdom was King Cornelius Zane Bishop with his weaponized crown; Fang of the Serpent in hand. This could honestly be thought of as the king throwing a tantrum...
Hours earlier the King had been awoken by a gut-wrenched feeling gripping his body from a supposedly dreamless slumber. He recognized the feeling as fear, as paranoia, as the sudden reasonable worry that a ill-turn of events was about to happen. Yet there was no reason for this. Not even caressing the silken legs of his most precious possession seemed to settle, or quell this bubbling uneasiness that rumbled within his deepest regions. He had spent at least two hours watching her, fingers faintly, softly climbing up her legs then back down only to pause when she stirred, and then begin once more when she settled. If he had so dared, he could have splayed her on her back, torn the evening wear off her delicate figure, and savagely taken her to calm his own nerves. Among the women at his beck, and call he had a fondness towards Mavis that at times prevented him from committing such actions.
When rising from his bed, Cornelius had checked on the four other bedrooms conjoined to his own which where the remainder of his harem slept cuddled together in lavish bedroom sets yet none of them finer than his own personal bed. Indeed there had been temptation to waltz into one of the rooms, and ravage each woman disrupting their slumber. While his neither regions may enjoy that, he had the feeling it would not help this worrisome feeling occupying both body, and mind. Instead he remained at each door simply watching them sleep, still clad in his own evening wear; a pale blue robe tied loosely around his figure with an ivory set of bottom, and top nightwear. It was as if he were a farmer checking his flock of hens to make sure no foxes lay within the numbers silently devouring them in plain sight.
As if satisfied by their undisturbed slumber he left to spend the next hour to walk the great emptied halls of his palace that now had a wintery chill cast over it due to the freezing desert night air. It had always humored him at how during the day that which he called his kingdom had such scorching heat that it could cause the very flesh to melt of your bones. But night was another store. When the sun fell below the horizon, such a cold set in that could grasp, and chill your very soul. Momentarily he had stopped at the rather large study of the palace that house a great number of books on vastly different subjects. While this room usually settled his hunger for knowledge quite easily, yet it did nothing but left a mental bitter aftertaste tonight, its mere presence strangely sickening him. After brewing himself a cup of tea, out of characterly not wishing to disturb a servant to do so, Cornelius found himself in his present location; a stray hallway in the center of the palace lined with heirlooms.
Thin lips loosely grasped the edge of a gold rimmed cup, the warm liquid of tea flowing over tongue, and down his throat in a secondary attempt to calm his nerves. Needless to say it didn't help. Somehow the crackling of his family's most precious treasures seemed to calm his mind just a bit yet obviously there was something still troubling the man. It was an endless cycle; something of the unknown plagues his subconscious creating this worrisome feeling which in turned infuriated him that he could not find the cause, or understand it. The small cup was once more placed on the floor; being set next to the man's bare feet before he cracked his neck, and let out a long breath, taking aim at the next heirloom. Yet while his bright blue eyes remained locked on target, his body did not move an inch, as if all his strength had been sucked from his body. Was this regret for his actions, or had the destruction of these priceless family treasures finally dulled his faint enjoyment? So there he remained, silent, and frozen in the dark troubled by paranoia of unknown origins that both troubled, and angered the King.
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Post by MAVIS GODFREY on Apr 17, 2013 17:38:59 GMT -6
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[atrb=style, width:100px; background-color:#efefef; padding:7px; padding-right:12px]a If you love somebody Better tell them while they're here 'cause They just may run away from you | [atrb=style, border-left:1px solid #dddddd; background-color:#efefef; padding:5px] She remained still for a moment wondering what he was up to and cringed at the first shattering sound, the next one caused her to jump awake fully as she curled, and tucked herself around the pillow; gifts given to him where being destroyed again by his doing. She dared not move at the sound the sigh, keeping her eyes shut as if she was still sleeping peacefully despite the noise. At times yes, she could sleep though his tantrums and sometimes even thought the breathless moans and screams of one of the women. For once she was happy to be awake then sleep at that moment. Long before her Master moved from the bed she had that dream.
Every now and then she would have a nightmare in which she was running away from someone following her. It happened again before his tantrum. Apparently, the person has malicious intentions since she's filled with anxiety as soon as she realizes she is in the situation. She would try to run as fast as she could, but her legs felt heavy, she struggled to breath. She would try yelling out her mother's name (even her master's name) as she runs, but for some reason she cannot seem to get any words out or the cries for help get drowned by gasps for air. The anxiety increases throughout the dream as her efforts to escape or get help seem futile until finally she wake up. Mavis was pulled from her light sleep; feeling the bed gives way and become light then carnage began.
As a brief silence filled the air, she opened one eye and searched the room for his form; slowly rising to see him lurking over the rest of the harem from door frame. She quickly laid back down believing he was going to force his troubles away with one of the women; she rather be back to sleep if that was the case. But no woman stirred, he never moved from that spot and entered the room. No he left them undisturbed and exited the room all together. Mavis stirred from the nest of blankets and gingerly touches a foot onto the ice block of the floor. 'fire isn't lit again,' she muttered, her thoughts like cobwebs tangled in her mind. Summing the courage, she crept across the icy floorboards and peered out the door.
She shivered as the cold air touched her skin glancing down at her sleepwear. It was a soft, strapless thing made of lace; the top held floral lacy deign of blue with flared side leg slit leaving her neither region bare. Mavis quickly pulled on a long satin robe, the cold fabric quickly heated up as it rubbed against her skin, and followed him down the halls; trailing behind him leaving a bit of space. For a moment she lost him, as she turned down a lone hall filled with his family fortune; she pondering what he was planning to do next. "Master...are you alright?" She stayed planted firmly far behind him, clamping her palms together expression a worried look across her gentle face.
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Post by CORNELIUS BISHOP on Apr 17, 2013 18:58:52 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:360px; padding:5px; background-color:#eee;] all my dead friends look a lot like you | | [atrb=style, background-color:#333; max-width:360px; ] Master...are you alright? As if such simple words were the key to be released from a curse, he regained his mobility. Rather than the continued action of breaking further heirlooms Cornelius found himself sheathing the whip-like sword back into the depths of the hollow crown. You should be asleep... The same was true for him as well. His tone was low, and as void of emotion as the stark walls around them were void of detail. It was less of a command, and more of a suggestion, or at least bluntly stating a fact. Turning to her, his blue orbs took in the full figure of the young slave as she stood cautiously a safe distance from him as if a pet scared that it was about to be struck by its master.
Honestly he wasn't sure where that cautiousness came from as he'd never dare strike her, Mavis was far too precious of a possession to damage. Also she never gave him much of a reason to physically punish her regardless. In the pale moonlight he could just barely see passed the robe that clung to her body, peering at the traces of nightwear that peaked out. While during the day the women who made up his harem were free to wear what they wanted with knowledge that any point in the day it could be removed by their king. Night time was another story. All of them wore nightwear that could easily be considered risque; lace, and silk composed lingerie that lacked bottoms, or crotches, if not just a simple robe that could be effortlessly untied. Simply anything that allowed for easy access to their bodies without needing to be removed should Cornelius carnal urges arose.
Wordlessly he strode towards her, closing the gap between them in moments only to place the golden serpent of a crown upon Mavis' head. A faint smile touched his lips as he committed a rare act, the crown was never supposed to rest on anyone's head but his own, and yet he had so thoughtlessly placed it atop hers. Something was obviously was amiss with her master tonight, but the man was not about to speak a single word about it. Fingers slowly moving along to a mixture of flesh, and lace, the lingering scent of the finest lotions, and soaps still faint on her body. His arms had slipped within the warm confines of her robe, and gently was pulling the young woman closer to him. You need not worry about it. Its nothing... Its nothing at all... Towards the end his voice seemed to trail off, repeating if trying to convince himself rather than the young woman before him.
Let us return to bed He had taken a fresh breath of her scent before pulling away,yet allowing for one arm to remain under her robe, as to both guide, and push her back to their chambers. Even when they were alone Cornelius was still his usual arrogant, and dominating self, so to see him as he was acting tonight was a clear tell-tale sign that something indeed was troubling the man. That worrisome feeling still rested heavy in his gut yet there was no more he could do about it. He'd have to endure it for the night, perhaps Mavis' presence would help with that now that the woman was awake.
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Post by MAVIS GODFREY on Apr 17, 2013 21:40:49 GMT -6
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[atrb=style, width:100px; background-color:#efefef; padding:7px; padding-right:12px]a If you love somebody Better tell them while they're here 'cause They just may run away from you | [atrb=style, border-left:1px solid #dddddd; background-color:#efefef; padding:5px] You should be asleep... she tensed slightly at his words, and stepped back a little; her hung low while her fingers fiddled with the ends of her gown. "I couldn't sleep Master... Her voice trailed off as she shuddered at the soft scraping of metal. His crown was always a fascinating thing to her; concealed a weapon just for those moments when a person things they can assassinate her Master. His emotionless voice solidified her blood, she has only heard that when another woman of the harem had step out of line. She remain firm before him, her heart sank at the feeling of his shadow looming over her tiny form and flinched.
The heavy feeling on her smooth her, her fingers reached up expecting to touch his hand, but yet felt the cold metal underneath her skin. A small, surprising gasp left her lips as her eyes darted up to his face. The smile that graced his face seem so alien to her, she has never seen him smile; he always had a stern or blank expression. Clearly now something was definitely wrong with her Master tonight. Her fingers both held a tight grasp around the crown, tracing the fine details that circled and adored it. Mavis kept still at the feeling of his fingers touching her soft skin, Mavis's breath was quick and she felt her face getting hot.
You need not worry about it. It’s nothing... It’s nothing at all... That was always something to worry about, when the people you know so well say 'nothing is wrong' then it’s a lie, but it was not her place to pry and pick at her Master's mind; when he was ready to talk he will turn to her in bed and talk quietly to her, and she'll listen before drifting off to sleep. Her shoulders slump a little as she moved her right hand to gently touch what she could, nodding to show her understanding. Let us return to bed she nodded once more knowing she had no choice, but to follow; the firm hand along her back told her otherwise.
Mavis's feet tapped lightly at the marble flooring, her head hung a little, but not too much to out of fear of the crown slipping off her head onto the floor. A faint voice in front of her stilled her once more; one of the women had awakened. My king, is everything alright? She gave a small gasp and sneered at the Mavis, "Why do you have the King's crown upon you head?! Do you know the punishment?!" Mavis wasn't sure how to react as she quickly took the crown off and held it within her hand. She knew the woman, the former favorite of the old king, she still felt she had some higher power over the harem, but what she hated the most was Mavis. The women stared at her but said nothing; waiting for a response from her while she continued to remain silent.
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Post by CORNELIUS BISHOP on Apr 18, 2013 9:54:21 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:360px; padding:5px; background-color:#eee;] all my dead friends look a lot like you | | [atrb=style, background-color:#333; max-width:360px; ] A lie... It would have been a lie to say he were surprised that another soul had been awakened by his little tantrum; no doubt it had awaken many souls in the palace. That soft smile had changed to a sour look as the whore came before them starring daggers at the younger woman at his side.. Yes whore, in his opinion the woman before them was a cheap hag whose purpose had been worn out by his father. Initially he had found amusement in this whore granting herself the entitlement to boss the woman in the harem around. Though this amusement in recent days had begun to wear itself thin, and soon was becoming nothing more than sheer annoyance. Honestly Cornelius had favored the idea of returning the woman to her homeland, and family with meager compensation from serving his father.
Everything is fine, we went for a stroll around the palace grounds, and things turned a little more intimate, and we got a little loud. The remaining arm around her waist seemed to pull Mavis closer to him protectively, though in Cornelius' case it was more like keeping a valuable treasure close by so it didn't get damaged, or stolen. The opposite hand waved in front of them commanding the other woman to lower her voice, and fall silent so that the lie that gently passed his lips would completely soak in. Also other than myself, this one has permission to wear the crown so what your tongue. After-all this woman is pregnant with the future King. So show some respect, or you'll be finding yourself the punished As these words fell from his mouth, the waving hand was placed gently over Mavis' stomach as if to further hint at her false pregnancy. While no words had ever been spoken about birthing him a child, nevertheless Cornelius had toyed with the idea of the half giant being pregnant with his child, and found that he was fond of the idea.
Of course he had a child before, though not that he knew whatever happened to it, or its mother; another whore of his father's harem who'd had forced herself on him when his father began rejecting her. His mind moved away from the long since repressed memory, and barred his arm against the other woman to assist her in move out of their way. Now then we're gonna to continue our lovemaking so I'd advise to try to go back to bed. Though I'm sure that will be difficult as this little one had quite the set of lungs on her. Without waiting for a reply, he tapped a finger at Mavis' hip to get her moving forward once more as he guided her back towards his bed. In mid-step he had plucked the crown from her grasp and placed the golden object back upon head meaning for this to be a bit of an insult to the other woman. An attempt to show that Mavis' status was an unearthly measurement beyond the other woman, and to obviously never do obstruct their path again.
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Post by MAVIS GODFREY on Apr 18, 2013 16:43:07 GMT -6
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[atrb=style, width:100px; background-color:#efefef; padding:7px; padding-right:12px]a If you love somebody Better tell them while they're here 'cause They just may run away from you | [atrb=style, border-left:1px solid #dddddd; background-color:#efefef; padding:5px] For a second she wondered if she should tear herself from his grasp and flee the scene, hide herself amongst her pets and sleep them with them. As words were exchanged between the two, Mavis flesh was hot as she fiddled with crown, rubbing her fingers around the full length of the crown, her eyes stayed low. Everything is fine, we went for a stroll around the palace grounds, and things turned a little more intimate, and we got a little loud. She squeaked softly as she stumbled a bit, her side pressed into his. She felt his fingers dig into her skin a little; she flushed into a deep shade of red. If the woman was smart, she would know he was lying about such a thing. Her eyes darted to the side as she felt the older woman's gaze radiated on her; almost as if it would pierce her soul.
Her chest tightens as the air seems to thicken with the woman's hate, her arms folded over full breasts before a shock look grace her face. She wasn't along Mavis quickly looked to him again, if his father was alive he would have told him different; then again if the old king was alive she would have treated poorly and innocence that resides in her would have been lost. Mavis brought the crown to her face and pressed it to her lips like some weak shield as her stomach lurched under his touch. He’s never touched her in such way, but it seems enough to send the woman into a quite tantrum. She was pass child-bearing age, and felt quite the competition with the younger girls.
Mavis feared the day he decided to touch her on her fertile days, She knows her Master has had precious children with other woman of the harem; they was allowed to keep them, but he showed no interest in the children nor in them anymore. Most woman of the harem would either leave in the dead of night from the rejection or she remembered one time a young girl that had loved her Master drowned herself and her son. Mavis shuddered at the thought as she looked to her Master and the woman. Now then we're gonna to continue our lovemaking so I'd advise to try to go back to bed. Though I'm sure that will be difficult as this little one had quite the set of lungs on her.
Mavis didn't know if her face could become any hotter as she moved quickly at the first tap, keeping her head low as the woman stormed off back into the main harem's room. She blinked a little feeling the crown heavy on her head again, her fingers laced together and clamped tight in front of her, Master you didn't have to do such a thing... She stopped abruptly, looking to the bed she shared with him as her eyes peered into the harem's room; all eyes were on her as the older woman closed the door while Mavis sighed.
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Post by CORNELIUS BISHOP on Apr 19, 2013 10:32:59 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:360px; padding:5px; background-color:#eee;] all my dead friends look a lot like you | | [atrb=style, background-color:#333; max-width:360px; ] It didn't matter. Not even by the most miniscule amount did the whore of a woman's a opinion matter. Lying helped avoid an unnecessary headache that Cornelius hadn't even begun to want this evening, as the man already had his own problems to deal with. To hold yourself above all others despite your position as a slave was a ridiculous notion to him, and to flaunt above the others was even more. Cornelius could not see a single trait in that woman which would have merited his father's father among all the women at his disposal. Perhaps the amusement from watching her boss around the other members of the harem had truly met its end. Perhaps it was time to rid himself of her annoying tenancies.
Its better off that way, she wont bother you anymore. Not only that but she has a better understanding of her place now. By now he has left Mavis' side, and had begun shedding off his clothes as he climbed into bed. His little tantrum had heated up his body quite a bit, and a faint sprinkle of sweat had covered him, for once he was welcoming the chill of the desert night. Both hands cradled his head, looking now to the ceiling of the room without a single care for the awakened souls whom all had latched their gazes on crowned favorite among his harem. The ill-feeling from earlier still lingered within, but now it had lightened to a certain degree allowing Cornelius to fall back into his normal characteristics; his usual mood.
Maybe a change of scenery was needed to help rid himself of whatever this edginess, this bizarre case of paranoia. Come to think of it he'd never seen the world outside of Sandy Island since he was a boy. All it took was a call to the Marines, and pushing a little beri, and Cornelius could find himself shipping off on a Marine vessel to whatever his heart desired. Even a trip to out side the confines of the Grand Line was possible though that might be a little more taxing it was still possible nonetheless. After a few moments he looked towards the young slave, noticing her bright red face, and her near-reluctance to move.Ignore them, and come to bed Did the old whore really rattle her so much? That was just another reason to get rid of the previous King's favorite if she was gonna cause this many problems. Hell maybe get rid of the entire lot, he was getting bored with a majority of them anyways.
What do you think of a trip? The question would come that very moment the small giant crawled back into bed with Cornelius' gaze once-more looking to the ceiling. Of course if he went somewhere that meant Mavis would be coming as well. Hell, if she was suffering this much abuse cause of the others that his little treasure may also need a bit of a vacation; some time away from the others. While she may not have a choice in going, or not, he still desired to hear what she thought of it as it may help decide on a destination. Eying her redden face once more, a new question came to mind that was a bit more of a serious conversation than deciding where to go. Does being pregnant with your king's child really embarrass you, and make you that uncomfortable? Given his history with the few of those who had given children in the past, the answer most likely would be 'yes'.
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