Blissful Congregation

[Kaeor Fuller]

ALL STAR BOUND; ALL STAR REACHING

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Laughs!

There were abundant and more than enough to go around as the group of motley males prized themselves on their sinful alcohol and witty antics. These were truly the prized heathens of the world as their position in hierarchy looped around the lower and middle caste. Yet the night was typical to them as they simply were tracing through their daily routines - eat, drink, brawl, and be merry! But on this grand occasion the burly men had a special guest!

Sitting atop one of the wooden fences in quite a fox-like nature was the ivory stranded poet himself entertaining his audience. They were intoxicated, so inebriated that he didn't care to squander any of his lavish lyrics upon them. "More, more, more!" the crowd maddened as they craved his elegant words almost as if it meant anything to them. They were content just as long as their ale continued to be served as they sat in chairs outside of the bar in the narrow alley. Each man haunted by debts and greed as this wrinkle in time birthed their only momentary happiness.

"Calm yourselves men! A poet doesn't act upon command, they act on the spur of the moment!" he firmly stated as an simultaneous "Aww" filled the air. But with his quilt in hand as his leg dangling he would find himself bored out of his minds as the other scurvy dogs continued with their incessant rambling and chatter, each and every word as foolish and as funny as the next.

But even among the senseless he could smell some sort of blissful aroma in the air. With the clatter of hooves afoot he could only assume horses ere around the corner, a true sign that nobility of something of the upper tier was surely arriving. Either way, chicanery would drip from the curves of his malicious grin as he guessed that a new source of entertainment was on its way.

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[SCARLET ABBEY MCQUIRE]

THERE'S A METHOD IN THIS MADNESS

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- x o x o - -

Night subdued the heart of day and everything laid to rest in the marvel of pitch black. The time of night that crept and begged on the heels of an anxious sunrise loomed about just enough to rile up the young romantics and critical drunks. The stage was set and therefore the marionettes now had their rights to prowl upon it. England could be a frivolous, buoyant place at night if given the chance, for nighttime gave a sense of freedom; an accord to ones will that daytime set a mighty restraint on and failed to coddle, or henceforth possess. The rowdy personality of the town and rambunctious clamor reverberated through the streets and alas the brilliance of evening trickled its tune.

The sound of mayhem and laughter was prominent in the area. What raucous. How could people exist to live such lavish lives, these beggars and the poor who were eaten alive by the the rich? There was a sense of need to find out for herself, and therefore with a raise of her gloved hand she barked, "Stop the carriage." Parasitic eyes scrounged around for the focal point of the escalating disorder out of her porcelain buggy window and screeches of wheels sounded as the gradual churning came to a halt. To escort her out the door was opened, and the faithful family servant and carriage driver stepped aside, with a hand held out. Addressing her kindly he let her on her way.

Heels clanked along the russet floor bed made of soft dirt as she strode down into a dark alley way. In hand was a designer umbrella with classical arabesque pattern. By her side stalking at her hells followed a burly feline with golden burnt eyes showing through the canvas of ebony which was soon enlightened from the illumination of a back door bar operating out of the alley way. Watching his master stop the feline looked up snooping a glimpse at her expression. It looked lethal yet divine, something dangerous yet delighted.

Licking her lips she tapped the umbrella in one of the palms of her hands, and promenaded forward. A hum erupted behind pursed lips. "Filthy scoundrels, learn your limits!" A dove border lining royalty was in their presence now, and so she'd ask of their obedience. This may have been no place for an upper class minx to be romping around at late hours, but the existence of low lives and their ill nature made her grin, a twisted wretched grin. It was the perfect remedy and antidote to her festering promiscuous heart. Everything was just for fun and all of them her pawns. "Now which of you is it that has brought upon this disarray? Speak, come now and tell your regal mistress." [/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font]

[Kaeor Fuller]

ALL STAR BOUND; ALL STAR REACHING

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Lights! Camera! Action!

The scene had been perfectly set as royalty herself would poke her pointy nose in the lives of her subjects. The nearby trash would rustle as the lid barely raised as if it was hovering. It wasn't anything completely noticeable until a bushy orange tail simple protrude with its canvas white tip. He along with his master would watch as both found themselves enthralled by their new circumstances. The way she strode into the scene would've made strangers think that she was financially omnipotent, which was all but false. Her colorful and luxurious attire had made the clothing of the drunken men drab and pale in comparison. Even the poet himself felt as if he was lacking in substance as his mind drew blanks on what to think or say.

She was quite prompt as her tart pink strands lingered in the rather humid environment. Before he was about to speak the swift tongue of the dashing female lashed out at himself and the rest of the men. The expressions plastered upon the men's countenance varied as some were intrigued by the damsel and others merely frightened from her presence. If there was a female devil lurking through the town then surely she was it! Her abundance of crimson made him sick to his stomach as he leg swung from the fence like some sort of pendulum. 'Oh forgive me lord, I think this maiden shall turn me into a sinner!' The notebook that contained all of his poetic thoughts would shut as the ink feather would once more rest tucked above his right ear.

With a soft voice and a cheshire grin he would answer her question in a bold fashion. "Disarray? This is simply their leisure time to enjoy the fruits of their labor and celebrate. And as they indulge I spark thought and theory into their exhausted shells, restoring them with vigor from their youthful times which were once believed to be lost."

[/color] he firmly stated bashing the thought of this as "disarray".

With a single bound he would leap from the wooden fence unto the very skin of Mother Gaia. The men who had lost their courage were bolstered by the youth's words as they no longer thought about their wives punishing them for being out at such a late hour. Kaeor would only look at the rather famous designer as the men bashed their cups together in an uproar of applause, spilling ale here and there. "And you dear Scarlet, what do you do for these men other than create garments and tag them with atrocious prices. These men's monthly wages aren't enough to pay for a single ribbon for their mistresses hair from you, let alone a dress."

For in no way did his tone raise nor did he mean to belittle the woman and be sent off to the guillotine. These were earnest statements as he found himself ogling a dainty new jewel that he would love to have in his collection.

"Though you may see this as a disarray, I see it as order within the chaos of their lives. And why entertain yourself with the lives of these plebeians when you could be sipping the finest wine m'lady?"[/b]
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[SCARLET ABBEY MCQUIRE]

CRAFTY LITTLE LIP TRICKS
TATTOO ON HER LEFT HIP
- - x o x o - -

How witty. Men like him – a delicacy!

The flow of divine words dribbling from his lips made her quiver in delight. He was an intellectual fantasy. While she held a tongue of a serpent his was lush. It was fanciful and exquisite in the poisonous game of lyric and tone. She smiled frivolously while spurts of contended purrs sounded behind her. "M'lady he's nothing more than a fortune's fool, stay on your heels. Obediently as if coupled on a transparent leash the feline sat at her side, his stature reaching to the curvation of her hip. Stupid cat, she would have her fun, and frolic as much as she wanted to.

Amongst the parting crowd she stepped closer and continued to intently listen to the boy who countered her questions in a smite splendor. If he was going to spout crafty retorts, and tasteful measures of words he may as well use it for the better. So thus she'd bark any further inquiries his way. "Do you always talk this much, boy~?" Scarlet cooed drawling out boy with rich emphasis. Chandler watched his mistress advance and take full advantage of the momentary play. To prior knowledge and in comparison to past events this was nothing, as long as she stayed sane.

“For a commoner that’s a mighty glib tongue. How about we use that priceless talent for something more eventful – like to please your lady.” Smirking sadistically she clapped her dainty hands together and interwove her digits. Lowering her lavished designer umbrella to the loam her righteous companion aided her and respectably held onto her affluent trophy piece with regard. Out reaching a hand richly clad in an ivory glove her finger tips landed on the poet's chest and absentmindedly stroked up and down his collarbone with care. Mischievously she gazed down at her hand watching her flawless ministrations avidly.

“Be a gentleman and do that for me, would you?” Her curiosity was prowling about; the inquisitiveness festering in her mind was unquenchable. She was a fan of fine entertainment and the gifted ones born into the middle class, for no matter how hard they tried to excel they’d always be condemned into a rotten life. Despite this there were few who gained recognition. Knowing this, and perhaps that he harnessed such a worthy gift urged her on to squeeze every drop from him. The night had no time schedule, nor did she.

[Kaeor Fuller]

MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN
BURN THE FIRES IN HELL

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Who was this woman? Even after he made a firm attempt to straighten her out she seemed to enjoy his comments than to loathe them like most nobles would. Her grin was ebullient as she displayed a pleased expression on her pale skin. She obviously was the lady of the hour as the moonlight embraced and constricted her frame placing her in far better light than any fair damsel. It felt like she was placing a trap right beneath his feet as chills vibrated his spine. But like some mindless insect he was attracted to the trap as he would linger in her presence for an ample amount of time. It would be no fault but his if it were to spring and grab him by the heart chest! Hastily the scrawny fox would leap from his trashy abode and find herself carefully observing from the pinnacle of the fence. She kept her lips tightened as she watched the crafty Kaeor at work. She had prayed that if he had a shred of decency that he would simply run this estranged visitor away. But even a beggar could tell that these chances were low as she merely held her peace.

Click! Clack! Click!

The sounds of her jagged heels colliding against the earth was more than enough to confirm that she was drawing closer. He felt a lump form in his throat before he swallowed it down, watching her with the utmost confidence as the rest of the men continued ogling. The questioned flowed out of her mouth like honey as it reached his ears. Her voice was delightful, mesmerizing, and patient as if she retained secrets of the world that no man knew. "Only when protecting thought and theory."

[/b] he remarked in a laconic fashion, not wishing to indulge in her game more than what was necessary. But as the seconds passed he would find himself unable to budge from his position willingly. But at acknowledging the word 'commoner', he braced himself for an insult as he thought she was aiming to maim his pride. Instead the very opposite occurred as she requested that he use it in her favor instead.

"To please my lady? And when did you fit the role of my lady? Hmm?" But before she could respond she had transformed into an artist as he became his canvas. He felt like a mutt being inspected as her spider like fingers danced across his chest and collarbone. It was as if she was searching for the top breed and she had indeed found it as there was a bit of malice dripping from her smile. He wondered what drama had he gotten himself into but for some reason didn't desire to remove himself from it. "Words for a pleasureful maiden as yourself? I'm not sure... I do keep my greater thoughts for the best!"[/b]

On that note he would clear his throat as his own digits grabbed her hand that danced at his chest momentarily. He would no longer bide time and grant her wishes as his ivory tongue stretched and he spoke:

"There once was a maiden who had everything in the palm of her hand.

She was fashionably pink and reeked of wealth.

Her sum was larger than anyone else!
She was by far more fair than the queen herself!

If she had wings she would be a mockingbird you see!
And she would never touch the ground; she'd go upwards six degrees!

But soon she came down to find what other creatures of the forest she might see~
As attracted as they were to her, she never left them with glee~

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And now with his grips he beckoned her forward, his head beside hears as his pink lips were only centimeters away from her ears. His breathe carried a heat on it that would give the slightest women a fever. As she pulled him in closer his hands would grasp her hips firmly, such actions would probably have raised an outcry if any other nobles had witnessed it but lady luck was in his favor tonight.

"But now she's met the serpent with a forked tongue brimming with wit.
Constricted, stuck, and abashed,
she has no other choice to stay a sit!
so no longer can this bird touch the sky!
But rather be captivated by this snake that
has just caught her eye~!"

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Once he was finished he waited for any sort of audible response but didn't hear any as his lips hovered over her petite ears and he held her petite form.

"No words? What's the matter? Is it that much different at the snake's altitude? Can't breathe? Well I could always exchange my breathe with yours if need be so~."[/b] he teased the rather pulchritudinous subject.
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[SCARLET ABBEY MCQUIRE]

YOU'RE A GLUTTONOUS QUEEN,
NARCISSISTIC AND MEAN
- - x o x o - -

Sucked into the succulent trance her hips became drenched in lust, while her spinal column simmered. The edges of her corpse softened into his grasp as he drained her slowly with courtly melodies the seven deadly sins would transcend to prey upon. Murderous intent abolished its hostile spell loving up her soiled facade and gushed splendidly with reformed glee. To heaven and hell’s decadence her cheeks sinned ruby red staining her prettily with sustained thrill. A helpless expression doused her lips while tepid air spoiled the responsive flesh of her ear. She begged brokenly wrecked under his language and touch. The mute whimpers lulling out from behind her vain kissers wept beautifully in gratitude. Thus she was wicked enjoying the filthy play.

He had killed her romantically.

Tormented by the frivolous poet her heart leapt to protest. A sense of danger protruded her intuition, but there was no safe heaven locked in the arms of a jackal. Flawed by his cavernous aspiration she was savagely stripped of her ability to strand together even the simplest of vowels and consonants. The canvas of her cheeks remained molested in a brilliant display of mahogany but the brink of his clam was on the loose. A brighter day would revive them their pale natural color as night’s pristine brilliance ended its feast.

"...Mister Fuller!" Consumed by pure shock, her fuchsia drowned locks matched the color displayed on her cheeks, and lips which laid agape before an expression of enraged lust scrambled together on the stage of her face. Embarrassment, humiliation, want, need it all had taken her by restraint. What had she done. She had lost her mind. How pathetic had she become to enjoy the sweet nothings being whispered in her ear by this commoner. Regret purged the passion which has teased her into being a fool. Promptly Scarlet coiled her articulate fingers around the sinner's tie, and yanked down bringing his sweet mug before hers. "You're a fool, and as tempting as those lips may be, their just as deceitful. This bird's wings will never be clipped."

Then and there that tie became the leverage for her provoked affront once more. Outstretching her arm she let her nails drag down the fabric like the claws of a feline and clung to the end of it. Filth and disgust still condemned her in a haze, and as much as she wanted his maddening touch again she resisted and instead took the path of a damsel in distress. "Now, Mister Fuller, you realize what predicament you've put yourself in, hmm? Such a shame to see a poet like you lose control and commit a criminal crime." Royalty never was nice. Sickly she sneered, a glimmer of enjoyment blessing it. Oh how cruel she was not giving a damn as to what would happen to this boy. Or perhaps she did, for a sense of greed then struck her. "Or you can bow down to your mistress and accept becoming her poetic pet." Her tongue twirled happily around the word pet, drawling it out almost musically and just poetry attuned as he did his own words.

[Kaeor Fuller]

ALL STAR BOUND; ALL STAR REACHING

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Even the low life yet cheerful ruffians paused from their daily pleasure. They were almost as betwixt as Kaeor by the sheer words that managed to roll off the tongue of the young royalty. In her porcelain hands she had now clutched his ever fluttering freedom in order to fulfill her own aspirations. Silently the rebel stood, his banner of red no longer fluttering and his passion no longer sparked. But an emptiness hollowed out and engulfed his frame to a degree that movement nor speech were possible. For once a poet was at a loss for words. Anything he felt he could muster up didn't feel like it would solve the situation. So for the moment he could only hold his breath and ponder his next action. The chose before him was as clear as day. Have his freedom taken away from him or live a form of limited freedom.

Even from behind he could feel the thoughts of the boisterous men. Their gayness had been robbed as they surely didn't want to see their friend surrender to the whims of nobility. Yet simultaneously they were reluctant to interfere. "A crime?" he repeated once more in a soft tongue of innocence. He made it seem as if he was confused about the proposal granted to him but in truth understood every bit of it.

"The only crime I have possibly committed is robbing you of your thought and emotion." The claim was far fetched but true all the same. Yet even his petty truth couldn't put a stop to the blind judgment and political power that pranced among the edges of her skirt. "Then let us be off. You'll have your "poetic pet" indeed. But revenge is inevitable. I will have it before my last breath."

The declaration was finished as his eyes looked at her in a roundabout manner. The only emotion he displayed was an uncertain pity as silence remained ever sure. His footsteps would only take him to the carriage that she came in before he retracted the glamorous curtain. "Are you coming or should I just run away?" he questioned trying to adapt to his new predicament.

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[SCARLET ABBEY MCQUIRE]

SHE WEARS ME DOWN,
TO BONES IN BED
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Yes. He'd picked his poison and what a splendid variety he had.

She had her keen eye set on this trophy figure and she'd have him, whether it be now or fashionably late. His near delayed obedience drew a minute laugh from her as she watched him promenade almost with the same grace and manner as her back to the carriage. In her moments of watching him submit and slump off to his new trendy ride Scarlet heard him joke about running away. Run away...heh, she'd like to see him try. And oh, oh! What a time that would be. There was no crawling out from her grasp now, she had this fellow by his scruff.

It was apparent naughty games would happen in the future - physical and mental. Her senses began to tingle at the thought. He truly was going to do more than keep her up at night. Though she didn't know much about whom she was dealing with she kept complete confidence in her suppressed desires, and doubted his. The fun they'd have. She adored dealing with the trouble makers. The words of getting revenge on her still mauled away at her thoughts, and happily with elegant stride she bound off to the carriage herself.

Half way there her prince vanished behind the curtain which fell back loftily veiling the insides. Scarlet had forgotten about the rest of the folk which had just witnessed all this unravel, but that was the last thing lacing her mind. She couldn't wait to bring her new boy toy home - her family would be pleased, and award her greatly. Curling the curtain back she entered the carriage behind him, tucked her flowing skirt beneath her and took her seat next to him. A series of hushed purrs adorned the peak of her tongue, but they were only audible to her. Sanguine wine colored eyes greedily baited away at him, and as if to try and provoke another criminal crime she nudged her heated frame cursed with succubus curves against his.

"Pleased to meet you, Mister Fuller." How she said it was murderous it seemed appropriate now that they were acquainted. Minus the handshake or kiss on the cheek. She then snapped two of her gloved digits together, and the carriage motioned forward.