:.[P]yre to your Fire.:{Flighty}

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[smear:e0fff3]S C A L D E R[/smear:326649]

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Beaten and bloody, Scalder grit her teeth as her body was forcefully moved by Lix. A puppet on a string, and only allowed to flex her thoughts, the hybrid woman struggled to grip the reality of her situation as they moved out of the destroyed guest room. The scream of iron and electricity could be easily felt, the security walls were rising, but there was no way she could escape, let alone turn her head to the side so she could gaze out the window. Aemilius’s clunking footsteps weren’t far behind them, the bedroom door slammed shut, and he seemed to give them a large amount of space before pursuing. None of it mattered though, as Scalder was suddenly victim to a disorienting ride of sudden consciousness and forced sleep. When she woke, Aemilius’s footsteps were no longer there, and the hallway, glass walls, and looming sense of dread melted away; Lix’s presence was the only constant. Like a serpent weaving between her veins, gripping her muscles, and coercing her mind. Once a captain, now an obedient pet. Scalder could only marvel and simmer in her own frustrations when she was momentarily conscious throughout their walk through the house. The sensation was maddening yet undeniably attractive. With wide eyes and a partially gaped mouth, Scalder stepped in stride with the goddess no matter how much she fought against her power. All she saw was a smirk before dipping gingerly into a deeper subconscious. Rendered blind to what her own body was doing, the blonde spitfire was fully aware of how vulnerable she was. Albeit, she understood the innate complexity of the influence she was under, but while in the awe of its power, she found an overwhelming comfort; no substance she’d ever come across had made her feel this way. There was really no way to compare the two.
Sudden consciousness. The hybrid woman drew in a sharp breath, lifting her hanging head simultaneously and glancing around the hall like a rabid animal. Someone was carrying her, that was all she knew before sinking back into the exhilarating ocean of Lix’s influence. Her stomach churned momentarily, it felt as if her body was plummeting, falling faster and faster until she grit her teeth, anticipating a massive collision with the ground. But, it never came, and the sensation ebbed away when Scalder finally let go of everything, completely. Only the fleeting bouts of random thoughts reminded her she was real, but Lix’s presence was always there to calm her if Scalder began to unravel. Another breath was hastily sucked into her lungs, she sat up straight, immediately feeling the cold touch of a metal table underneath. Tanned skinned rippled as she glanced around her but saw nothing. Lix was holding her sight hostage for some reason. The weight of consciousness was unnerving, and much to Scalder’s surprise, she found herself wanting back that state of mind only the silver kissed woman could offer. Not a single tune was uttered, of her own free will Scalder gently rested back against the table and closed her lids slowly; and like a blanket of warmth and teasing sensuality, she was enveloped by her power, and blissfully unaware of everything else.
Lix, the name arched across her thoughts like a star, lulling her mind until all was still. Time didn’t exist here, in fact, Scalder’s thoughts kept cycling back to that questioning of herself. The epiphany was accompanied by the sound of bubbling water, interluding with the honey soaked vocals of Lix’s laughter. It was an infectious song, causing the winged woman to chuckle herself as she began to wake. Scalder slowly became aware of her physical body once more, it was being dipped down into lukewarm water, bringing forth her onyx and mauve mertail. At last she floated freely, completely submerged, but still unable to see and move of her own free will. As if Scalder already knew what was to come next, she quieted herself and waited patiently as a chilling energy worked from the tips of her fluke, and crept all the way up to her skull. Without warning a massive amount of adrenaline poured into her veins, shocking her body and pulling the hellcat from her deep-rooted slumber. Eyelids flung open, her lips parting as she drank in water and allowed her respiratory system to adjust to the changes. The water was calming despite how energized she felt, Lix likely knew she’d wake up easier here. Scalders wide fin and tail flexed effortlessly, gently turning her in a small circles and allowing her to take a glance around. Skyclad eyes peered through a forest of luminescent green seaweed, sunlight and soft waves revealed the multitudes of hidden hues, their roots buried in mounds of velvety yellow sand. Small colorful fish paid the woman no mind as she wove her body through to the edge, it immediately dropped off into a wondrous dark abyss, the bottom unseen as even the sunlight wasn’t allowed to touch the mysterious depths. The entirety of the expanse was meant to look open, a never ending oceanic view, but Scalder could feel the invisible walls, she could still feel Lix all around her, inside her mind. There would be no way to measure the true volume of this place, but from Scalder’s eyes alone, it looked like she was a mile or two offshore of Amzrill. The plant life, coral reefs, and even the fish looked familiar. A small part of her knew this was all fabricated, but she couldn’t help the waves of nostalgia that washed over her thoughts, back when she was just a child. Just as her favorite memories were resurrected, a pod of golden kissed dolphins rose from the deceptive expanse, dancing around one another as they approached Scalder, spinning and turning in a choreographed movement only they knew. The hybrid woman had stayed near the edge of the seaweed forest, watching in awe and remembrance as they slowed but made tight circles around her, inviting her to play. But, a flood of emotions took her by surprise, and so she quickly rose to the surface of the water, unable to withstand the weight of them. She didn’t want to. She broke the surface of the water hastily, water splashing about as she slapped a flat hand on the surface out of frustration. Scalder was blindsided by her memories, and unwilling to process them, her mind suggested she turn to old habits, immediately missing her deep slumber, the drink, drugs. Biting her lip, she pushed her dreads roughly out of her face and tipped her head back to look at the sky. The sunlight was natural. Fresh air filled her lungs as her anatomy adjusted to the change, her tanned skin sparkling with the runnels of water that careened down her bodice as she swam towards the edge of the large pond. Massive rose quartz stones had been smoothed over, and lipped out into the water to great her; warm and radiating with good energy, this was the perfect basking place. With ease, Scalder pulled herself out of the water and plopped her body on the largest stone that framed the expanse. Looking outward, it seemed to be a moderately sized garden, with multitudes of exotic looking flowers, fungi, vines, shrubs, and tall trees. There was a lavish sitting area not far off behind her, but the infamous glass house had already captured her attention. It loomed on the opposite side of the pond, revealing all of its insides, but no movement could been seen anywhere.
”Where the fuck am I…” Eyes scoured every visible inch from where she lay, the length of her tail slowly began to disappear, her wide fluke the only thing left in the water as she stroked gently. She assumed It was a different part of the house, as she couldn’t see the room she’d been in earlier. The many peaks and edges held no definitive pattern, but she committed what she could see to memory before turning onto her stomach to gaze at the trees behind. The pulsating energy of the walls could only be felt, but all she could see were rows and rows of trees and plants. A very clever idea on Lix’s behalf, as it made a massive difference in Scalder’s current state of mind. Alert but calm. She didn’t feel that overwhelming need to run or fight. Now, whether that was because of Lix, or Scalder’s constantly skewed perception of her own well-being, she didn’t care anymore.
After every drop of water was dried by the sun, her legs emerged from the strong scales, toes wiggling as she stretched out her naked body and then rose to her feet with a loud grunt. Harboring zero guilt for her naked body, she strode confidently towards the sitting area, pushing past the lavender sheer veils that braided every inch of the large canopy up above. Dark purple couches lined the square space, framing a rose quarts table that matched the edges of the pool behind her. Although there was still grass underfoot, the texture felt like silk, caressing her feet with each step until she rested her body on the couch that allowed her to keep the house in sight. It was a beautiful place, but the hybrid woman was becoming all too aware of how sober she was, in fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way. Her left leg began to jerk nervously, her hands clasping one another in her lap just before she brought the right hand up to her mouth. Nervous nail chewing, another bad habit, but this one was the least of her concerns. Scalder’s curious gaze turned to a much more frustrated expression, and after about ten minutes of combustible silence, she finally spoke up, not sure what the hell she was suppose to be doing.
”THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS GIVE ME A FUCKING DRINK! WHAT AM I D-”, she stopped halfway through, her raised voice interrupted by a beacon that lit up a frosted over glass door. It was surrounded by vines and trees on either side, but in no way did it look connected to the house, but rather, as if it had sprung from the ground like a flower. Eyes narrowed on the entrance, it hadn’t been there earlier, but she rose nonetheless and walked across the soothing grass, blonde dreads and breasts bouncing due to her quick pace. Obviously this Lix was constantly watching, listening; Scalder didn’t know if she found that comforting or alarming. Fully expecting another bedroom like she’d been in earlier, Scalder was taken aback when she stepped over the threshold. It was dark for a fraction of a second, and then a kaleidoscope of shifting stars and planets surrounded the woman completely. Here, Scalder could feel no walls, but she knew better than to believe this was real. Without warning the galactic surrounding began to swirl, the stars melting and the planets smearing until their shapes were no longer distinguishable. Space gave way to blue skies and curling mist, the sun was perfectly veiled by a luminous collection of opalescent and ivory clouds; and just like all the other rooms, it was guised to feel completely open and promising an endless trip if she chose to explore. For a moment she thought about testing her new reality, but more beacons of light conveniently drew her attention. In the open expanse just above her eye line, bright neon purple words hoovered, coming into view as if they were being written then and there. ’Say please, and you may have anything within reason.’ A singular brow rose, giving her smirk a dubious expression, her full lips eventually smoothing out to release a chortle. Scalder was armed to the teeth with snarky rebuttals, but after everything she’d experienced, and feeling the true depth of Lix’s power, she complied for the first time in her life. ”Please.” The word oozed through her clenched teeth, strong arms winding into one another as she crossed them sternly across her breasts. ”That’s the only one you’re getting, enjoy it.” Scalder’s stubborn streak reared its presence, but the words popped out of view like bubbles, satisfied.
At the flick of a switch, endless skies and clouds disappeared, revealing what she assumed to be the true dimensions of the room. Or rather, an entire level of the house, as it was as large as her ship’s central command. The floor plan was open, but the varying styles of each section differentiated the rooms. There were a total of five different spaces, four in each corner, and one at the center, each able to comfortably suit up to ten people. The electric purple and blue bar immediately drew her attention. The ninety degree angle was perfect for showcasing the hundreds of bottles, the glass walls were lined with frosted shelving, and without a single gap to be found, Scalder found herself feeling rather giddy. So, maybe this pet thing wasn’t so bad? She thought silently, noting how each detail was flawlessly carved to suppress any anxiety she could muster.
There was a lounging area adjacent to the bar, lined with couches and massive pillows, most of them were muted colors with highlights of random hues here and there. She liked how it dipped down three steps, and then bedroom alongside it went up four. Chuckling to herself, Scalder stood at the center room and just stared at it all for a moment in disbelief. Yeah, she’d been in nice places, but this would be something she’d create for herself, down to the last detail. Lix seemed to know her intimately now.
Before sitting at the bar, Scalder spied clothes on the bed, and ascended the stairs to slip into whatever they were. The black carpet was even softer than the grass outside, and as she moved she leaned down to drag her fingers through the shaggy strands. The bed was adorned in cushy azul blankets and pillows, the frame and headboard made of smoothed obsidian stone. Among the blankets, a dark purple slip stood out against the lighter colors. This wasn’t something she’d wear, it was silky and hemmed with black lace, but there was also a tantalizing smell to it. Floral, like perfume, as if someone had been wearing it not long ago. Without warning, flashing images of Lix invaded her vision. She was wearing the slip, translucent skin glowing slightly as she laughed low and soft, long lashes winking flirtatiously. Scalder dropped the garment and rubbed her eyes furiously, muttering curses under her breath as she regained her sight and spotted the showering area. Was she trying to fucking brainwash her? Moreover bothered by the idea, she pursed her lips and jumped across the large bed effortlessly, stepping down into the bathroom. Carpet turned to tile underfoot, the floor angling down ever so slightly to draw back any water into the drain. There was a shower head reaching out from the wall, but no curtain, no bath, and only a neighboring toilet. Off to the side was a massive vanity space and a large closet built into the wall, but that was it. If there was anyone outside, they’d easily be able to see her, but then again, a part of Scalder kind of liked that. The openness of the floor was oddly calming.
As Scalder moved closer towards the window to peer out, the trees outside turned in their roots and shifted their limbs to skew most of her view, but also shielding the hellish woman from prying eyes. ‘Harrumphing’ under her breath, she studied what she could see through gaps in the limbs; a barn, and a part of a pasture, nothing more.
”You reeaallly did your research..Lix.” As soon as the calling passed her lips, images of her face flashed before Scalder’s eyes, stealing her sight momentarily. Some were still images, like personalized portraits, but this time the goddess moved before her blind eyes. Lengthy strings of pale hair framing her sharply angled features perfectly, full lips blowing a kiss before she disappeared completely, and the room came back into view. It was disorienting, annoying. Scalder shook her head momentarily before she turned on her heels, aiming her path towards the closet, but she couldn’t help but cast her light eyes across the floor to the bar in the opposite corner. All of a sudden she was acutely aware of how dry her throat was, and that small tremor in her hands that caused her fingers to twitch nervously as she glanced inside the closet. The door slid back into the wall, it’s hue the same as the tile alongside. Surprisingly, every piece of clothing was incredibly similar to what she had on the ship, just the materials were different. Fingertips gingerly rolled the fabric between her fingers for a moment as she peered quickly through the selections. The first pair of black sweats and a simple tshirt were chosen. ”Muuuch better…” She mumbled, pulling the white t over her head, and practically jumping into the pants. They were soft and fit perfectly, but Scalder’s thoughts had already moved on to which bottle she wanted to try first. Letting out an excited squeal, her bare feet carried her across the level as quickly as they could move. She spun a chair enthusiastically and leapt over the bar, not bothering to take the time to go around. There was a large jug on the bottom shelf at the center of the wide lip, glowing enticingly with hues of orange and bright yellow, swirling continuously and popping audibly when Scalder pulled out the cork. Like miniature fireworks, sparkling granules exploded out from the top, dissipating into the air as they floated away. A string of low chuckles pushed past her lips as she watched, her tongue brushing across her lips in anticipation. Not bothering to grab one of the many glasses lined up around her, she put the top to her lips and drank down a few gulps. The damn thing was twice the size of her head, but she held it up easily with one hand, the other reaching out to rest atop the bar. A low moan radiated from her chest, the liquid sloshing as she dropped the jug back down and smacked her lips obnoxiously. There was no way to put into words how wonderful it had tasted, some flavors familiar, others completely new, and they didn’t stop traipsing across her palette even after the liquid had been swallowed. More and more liquors made it into her stomach, all downed with the speed of a dying soul with no tomorrow. Getting completely obliterated was something she was accustomed to, so even after the tenth bottle had been emptied, the herb drawers raided, and what felt like three or maybe four days had passed, she felt thoroughly fucked up. Granted, she didn’t need to eat to survive, but a sandwich was sounding pretty damn good at the moment. There had to be a kitchen somewhere in this fuckery. Scalder chuckled for no reason, her vision blurring slightly when she turned her head too quickly while standing up from behind the bar. All this space given, yet she’d barely even explored, too preoccupied by what Lix had given her. There were stains all over her clothes, and her dreads were sticking out in the most amusing ways, but how she looked was the last concern on her mind. Weaving every three steps, she grasped a half-empty bottle of glowing red liquid in her left hand, her right brushing the few strands out of her eyes so she could see. Scalder hadn’t noticed, but the glow about the floor had dimmed significantly over the past few days, and the flashes of Lix’s face had stopped invading her vision hours ago. The center room had no definitive purpose from what she’d seen earlier, it was flat with no furniture, and colored a crisp white, but now there was something quite different about the expanse. A staircase had appeared, leading down into what Scalder thought was another floor. But, alongside it was a door, similar to the one that had lead her inside from the garden. It held no frame, and seemed to be a portal rather than an actual doorway. Slowing her pace, and trying to straighten up a bit, she took a small swig and stared at both passages, managing to spill another splash of red onto her previously white shirt.
”Which one-which one….” A heavy sigh passed through her nose as she decided, light eyes sparkling mischievously as she drank down all that was left in the bottle. With a loud triumphant belch she dropped it at her side, and wiped her mouth with the backside of her hand, swaying in place slightly before she took a step towards the door. Three more wobbly paces and she was through it and transported into a long hallway she slightly recognized, but at this point she was so inebriated she could care less that she’d escaped her room. Well really, she wasn’t even trying to leave, but moreover hypnotized by the idea of getting a simple sandwich. The hybrid woman hadn’t missed food this much before. The red drink she’d just sucked down had severely slowed her motor skills, each step felt like eternity, and she didn’t know when these damned hallways were going to end. Realistically it’d only been three, but to her it felt like fifty. Thankfully the fourth hallway gave way to a circular room with a myriad of other doors. It looked familiar, thoughts reached back to her memories, plucking the one from when she’d just left the garden pool and parked it on those purple couches. Blinking furiously, she clumsily stepped into warm sunlight reaching through the glass walls, peering out in search of the garden to confirm her thoughts. There it was, sleeping soundly a few feet over to the right, wedged right up next to the house for security purposes she assumed.
Scalder chose the door at the very center and strode through an even larger hallway that was home to multitudes of other bedrooms. She glanced into each of them quickly, not even bothering to knock, and not worried about if they’d been occupied. None had sandwiches.
”Where the hell is the mess hall?!” The sound of her vocals bounced against the walls, echoing slightly until all that resonated were her footsteps. A grand ballroom opened up to her next, easily able to fit crowds of people she assumed. It was lavish and had a smooth dance floor, but that was about all the details she cared to retain. Scalder broke out into a jog trying to cross it faster, but her weaving was getting worse, and it had likely taken longer than if she’d just walked. Just as she reached the next door, she tripped over a chair and fell through; luckily it was a swinging door so it immediately gave way. ”Son of a twat-waffling whore!” Scalder hit the ground hard, but when she lifted her head, light dreads covering most of her face, she was pleased to see she’d fallen into a massive kitchen. It was empty of souls, but there was a massive amount of already cooked food, she could smell it. Like a cartoon character, she rose from the ground and practically gravitated towards the tabletop lined with steaming plates of cooked chicken, steak, a plethora of vegetables, and even some cakes at the other end. In Scalder’s mind the steam formed a come-hither finger, tempting every instinct to just attacked the table in a carnivorous frenzy. But, she’d wanted a sandwich! There was bread at the center of the large prepping table, but she couldn’t reach the damn thing. Of course. Without a second thought the woman clumsily mounted the table, knocking plates and food everywhere before she reached the bowl and triumphantly grasped a massive loaf of bread. It was freshly cooked and really hot, but she ripped it open nonetheless and began to shove a massive steak in between. The sound of glass breaking hadn’t reached her attention, nor the piles of spoiled food all around her. Only her delicious sandwich was at the forefront of her attention. With a howling stomach she stared at it for a moment, squatting atop the table like an animal, and growling slightly when she took her first bite. So tender, so juicy… ”Holy fuck-all this is good…”


>Flighty<

[>Flighty<]

”Loving me is all you need to feel.“

“Done.” Aemilius’ simple but powerful agreement rang in her mind and stirred her heart to thudding again and again. It took her more than a moment to get her thoughts back on track and she grinned. She turned toward him and slid her arms around his waist and pressed herself up on the balls of her feet and pressed her lips to his. He kissed her back fervently and she could taste the thrill of the moment on his tongue. She would thank him properly later, but for now she moved away from him and turned back toward Eowyn, practically trembling with excitement.

Aemilius chuckled at Eowyn’s expletive, the sound dark but also filled with his lingering shock. Lix grinned broader still as her mind slid in and took control of the women’s body with little effort. Aemilius released his hold on her and stepped back. “Enjoy her, my darling.” he chuckled and watched them quietly.

Lix leaned toward her prize and pressed her pale lips gently to her soft cheek. “You’ll never thank me for this I’m sure, but one day you’ll appreciate all that I have to give you.” she said softly. She stepped back and turned around, heading for the hall. Eowyn’s steps matched hers against her will and Lix just smiled at the sensation of having another life completely and utterly at her control. It wasn’t only for her benefit though. As Eowyn’s body was thoroughly at Lix’s whim, her mind was free. Her thoughts flowed and swirled and went where they pleased, the women didn’t have to think, even subconsciously about moving. Eowyn did not have any choice at all. Lix knew how freeing such a thing was. Sometimes having choices made everything less enjoyable. This was but a fraction of what Lix could do for her.

She led Eowyn slowly, letting the hybrid’s own thoughts lull her into a strange unconsciousness that was impossible to resist. Her presence seeded itself deep inside the women’s thoughts as she explored the expanse of her mind and soul. Lix did not attempt to keep her unconscious and simply let it come and go as she worked her way into every conscious and subconscious thought and emotion. Simultaneously she thrummed the feathery tendrils of her own thoughts and soul along every pleasure center that Eowyn possessed. Some were so deep inside the soul that very, very few mortals ever experienced the light and warmth of them. Lix knew intimately how powerfully Eowyn needed the drugs. Eventually Eowyn would need nothing more than Lix, however.

Lix was so involved in what she was doing to Eowyn that she nearly missed the strange darkness that was creeping into Aemilius’ soul. She stopped suddenly and reached her mind out for her master, casting Eowyn deeper into unconsciousness so she didn’t have to think about her.

Lix had seen that the child Aemilius had brought back with him would not wake, but she had not anticipated the effect it would have on him. She should have, but she’d been far too involved in all the lines of fate attached to Eowyn. She shivered as self-loathing swept over her. She wasn’t an entirely selfish creature, but she had her moments, and she hated herself every time that she let it get the better of her. She needed to go to Aemilius now. He needed her.

As was typical for her luck Jaydon came around the corner and headed toward her. “Did you need me Lix?” he asked her. She smiled at the young fawn. She had saved him years ago, when Aemilius first acquired him. He had arrived physically fine but mentally destroyed. Lix had taken him under her wing and he had become something of a little brother to her. Ever since then, he had the uncanny ability to know exactly when she needed him and make himself available.

“Would you take her to Byron, please?” she asked him and gestured toward Eowyn. The women was unconscious, her eyes closed, but Lix kept her standing with barely a thought. Byron was, for lack of a better term, a warlock. No one knew of his origins except Cal and Aemilius. Lix could have found out rather easily, but he tended to be rather useful, so she let him have his privacy. Byron had been fascinated by Lix from the moment she had arrived here a century ago. Lix was not the type to dissuade anyone taking an interest in her and she had let him study her anatomy in great detail. He was one of a very, very few in all the verses that knew the intricacies of her biology. He knew more about her than she herself did in some regards.

“Ask him to take a look at her for me?” she asked him.

She could figure out anything she wanted about Eowyn’s past, her mind, her soul, her memories, but she would need Byron’s insight for what she had planned for the girl.

Jaydon’s strong arms took hold of Eowyn quickly and nodded toward Lix. Lix was able to release some of her hold on the girl, though she did keep her in a blissful, disorienting stupor to make her easier for Jaydon and Byron to handle.



It was hours later that Lix was able to leave Aemilius and the child. There was little she could do for either of them, but she saw destruction for Aemilius if he lost the girl, so she had continued her rather futile attempts for as long as she could. Eventually though she had to get away from it, and distract herself. She knew Eowyn would be a perfect distraction.

She entered Byron’s section of the manor. As always there was nothing that she could do to keep the icy chill from creeping up her spine. She was not afraid of the warlock, but his power did things to the subconscious that were beyond even her control. The icy, bright sterility of this section of Aemilius home was frightening on some primal level and though she was aware of it, and not at all actually frightened, her mortal physiology often betrayed her.

She found Eowyn asleep on a stainless steel table in one of Byron’s exam rooms. He was sitting at a desk against the far wall typing notes into his computer. Lix’s mind crawled inside the computer and began to sift through all the information he had gathered about her new pet. Her mind effortlessly translated the ones and zeros into coherent thought.

“Good evening, Lix.” Byron greeted her without turning around or breaking stride in his typing.

“Byron.” she purred and moved toward Eowyn.

He finished the sentence he was working on and then turned in his chair and stood up. “Interesting specimen.” he commented as if they were talking about a lifeless object. “She woke for a moment during my examinations, though. Are you losing your touch?” he asked, his cold voice implying no malice. He was simply curious, as always, wondering at every possible change in Lix.

She shivered and shook her head. “Aemilius.” she said simply.

Byron took a deep breath and nodded, concerned in his own way about their master. He had tried to heal the child as well, but had been unable. Lix cleared her throat and shoved her worrying thoughts away and focused on Eowyn.

“Can she handle them?” she asked him. She had access to his electronic files with but a thought, but his interpretation of the findings was the reason she had, had Eowyn brought here in the first place.

“Easily.” he assured her. “Interesting hybrid, to be sure. Immortal in most aspects, but her years of indulgence in harsh intoxicants has left its mark. Nothing they can’t handle of course.”

A lazy smile spread across Lix’s pale features and she moved closer to her pet. Effortlessly she coaxed a swarm of nanites from her blood stream and as she lifted her hand a small pool of what looked like liquid metal formed in the palm of her hand. The nanites gathered in glistening tentacles and stretched this way and that, waiting and anticipating a new host to explore.

Byron; intrigued as ever, moved closer. He had known of this ability of hers for some time now, but she had never let him observe it first hand. It was a rather intimate thing for Lix, but she owed him. She laid her hand down on Eowyn’s chest and the liquid metal writhed and slithered down between her fingers and over the sides of her hand. She moved her hand then and pressed the palm of her hand over Eowyn’s stomach as the shimmering nanites split apart and looked like glitter before each individual robot dove down between her cells and made its way into her anatomy.

Lix closed her eyes and concentrated, guiding each of the millions of nanites into their new roles. Once she was sure they had a feel for their new home she let her control slip away. She would always be able to connect to them, no matter how far away Eowyn was from her. Lix had not given them to her for selfish reasons though, Immortal or not, Eowyn’s lifestyle was destructive, the nanites would keep her from doing any lasting damage to herself with her habits. They would also eventually become so attuned to her that they would boost her natural abilities and help her heal from things that her natural healing wasn’t able to handle; such as the injuries she had sustained when Aemilius found her.

Lix closed her eyes as the nanites in Eowyn sent information back to the ones still coursing through her own veins. It was an intoxicating sensation; like feeling another soul vibrating against her own; she could even feel Eowyn’s heart beating in her chest. Lix sighed and altered the frequency of the nanites within Eowyn; essentially blocking the sensation, though she could alter it back anytime she pleased.

The lithe blonde opened her eyes and put her hand over Eowyn’s stomach once more. “Thank you, Byron.” she said softly and in the span of half a blink her mind brought her from Byron’s section of the manor to her own private rooms all the way on the other side of the manor. Lix had spent years perfecting this place. Only parts of it were seated in this reality. The stunning displays and unique rooms were in part created by meticulously engineered technology of Lix’s own design. The rest was created from outcroppings of other realities, intricately manipulated into place and kept under Lix’s careful control.

Lix smiled softly in anticipation as she teleported Eowyn into a vibrant, small sea that was its very own dimension near the center of her demesne. She began to withdraw her mind from the hybrid women’s thoughts. As she did Eowyn’s self doubt ran in circles through her mind. Lix laughed and she reached up and absently ran her fingers along her own lips. The hybrid women was already showing signs of being hooked on Lix’s mind touch.

Lix watched as Eowyn sank down into the water and she slowly drifted back to consciousness. She concealed herself from the gorgeous creatures perceptions so that she could simply observe her and settled herself in the grasses along the shore. As Eowyn rose into wakefulness Lix’s mind carefully altered the vast technology that made up her sprawling quarters to be what Eowyn would want them to be beyond this seascape. It was not as difficult as it might have been for other creatures. Not that Eowyn wasn’t fascinating and complex, but rather that her desires were rather feral and single minded due to her addictions. Lix was more than happy to oblige.

When Lix’s presence was completely withdrawn from the hybrid’s mind her body became charged with adrenaline as her mind struggled to regain it’s footing. Smiling brightly, but still concealed from Eowyn’s perception Lix watched as the stunning creature took in her surroundings. Lix was not entwined in Eowyn’s thoughts any longer but she was still aware of them. As she watched the women she realized that Eowyn saw familiarity in the sea around her. Lix tapped her lips; intrigued; could it be that she had carved out a piece of Eowyn’s own home world years ago and made it her own? Perhaps their fates had been entwined long before either of them could have possibly been aware.

Lix tilted her head as she watched her new pet and listened to her thoughts. Eowyn suffered the impression that her surroundings were not real, but she was incorrect for the most part. This was all real; carefully carved from another dimension and attached to her quarters, so of course it wasn’t entirely natural, but it was in fact real.

Lix watched the gorgeous creature then as a small group of dolphins that often frequented this portion of her demesne approached the hybrid. Eowyn seemed fascinated by them, but there was something torturous to her awe. Lix, despite tying herself so deeply to women, had difficulty understanding the flood of emotions and their cause as the dolphins attempted to coerce her into their game. Lix could see flashes of the family and home that Eowyn had left behind years ago surface in her memory, but the hybrid crushed the memories down and buried them beneath her cravings.

Lix found a comfortable spot and sprawled over an ornately carved bench at the edge of the garden that was the entrance to the small sea. Eowyn swam to the massive crystals along the shore, her mind clearly set on basking in the warm sun that was from yet another dimension. The crystals were living stone, from a world that had died centuries ago. Lix had spend the better part of a decade attempting to communicate with them. She knew there was vast intelligence their, millennia of knowledge, but they existed on a plane that Lix could not seem to truly comprehend. All she knew was that this place she had created for them was satisfying to them. As Eowyn settled herself atop one of the ever warm crystals a soft glow began to emanate from it. They only glowed when they were extremely happy. Lix smiled and sighed softly. Eowyn fit here.

“Where the fuck am I…” Eowyn pondered as her eyes cast this way and that. Lix’s eyes were tracing every contour of the gorgeous creatures body once more; something she had difficulty refraining from.

As Eowyn began to explore that massive expanse that was Lix’s, Lix took note of the subtle ticks and twitches in her body. Eowyn’s addictions ran deep, but Lix had no doubt that she would be able to remedy the situation. Lix watched in fascinated pity at the way her body and mind seemed to spin out of her control. She could not imagine being so addicted to something. Being addicted to a living breathing soul was one thing, but to be so fixated on something which’s pleasure was merely physical was almost heartbreaking.

Lix stood up at Eowyn’s outburst and had to stifle a laugh at the expression on the women’s face when she let the creature see the doorway into another portion of her domain. She decided then to allow Eowyn entirely free roam of her demesne. She followed behind the gorgeous women as she slipped into the next portion of her home. She didn’t try to read Eowyn’s thoughts, and simply watched the expressions on her lovely face as she took in the cosmic expanse around her.

Suddenly Lix sensed Aemilius’ anxiety spiking and she knew immediately that he was pacing, and drinking heavily. Aemilius went one of two ways when he drank; he passed out without any action or he did something completely insane. Lix was sure he was about to do something that he would regret. She sighed wistfully as she looked at Eowyn once more. Before she left she let her thoughts brush across Eowyn’s mind and danced the words into light.

“You may have anything you desire…” she assured her, “…Within reason.” she added, knowing Eowyn was liable to push her luck.

Lix watched the defiant, roguish grin spread across Eowyn’s face and it made her heart tremble with desire. “Please?” the word seeped from Eowyn’s lips deliciously and Lix had all she could do not to reveal herself and press her lips to that gorgeous mouth. “Thats the only one you’re getting, enjoy it.” she shakily added. Lix grinned, deciding right then and there that she was going to get another ‘please’ from her if it was the last thing that she did.

With a sigh, she brought herself to Aemilius, but kept a part of her thoughts on Eowyn. She didn’t need to watch her closely, the nanites in Eowyn would let Lix’s home respond to her desires automatically, but she didn’t want to miss anything entertaining that she might do. As the minutes stretched into hours though, she had to withdraw her mind a bit more from the women; her intoxication was catching. Lix had her hands full keeping Aemilius occupied enough to keep him from doing something stupid. She was surprised that he was lasting this long though. He had never been one to consume much in the way of alcohol or any other mind altering substance until the last few days. Still he seemed to be trying to keep pace with Eowyn. As Lix watched the both of them destroying themselves only for their abilities to keep healing them in a vicious cycle she grew to despise alcohol and decided right then and their that she would never touch a drop again.

When finally Aemilius was unconscious again and Lix was confident he would stay that way for a time she went back to Eowyn. Lix called some of Aemilius’ favorite girls to watch over him though, in case he woke. She needed a break from his self-destruction. He wasn’t handling his new addiction. With Eowyn it was admittedly a bit different. She’d been this way so long that she’d adapted to it in a way. Deep down it was for the same reasons; to hide from their own memories and past, but Eowyn was better at it.

Lix couldn’t help but to grin when she teleported into the kitchen that Eowyn had discovered. She looked like some feral women; a creature that had never seen civilization before and probably didn’t have a spoken language outside of grunts and growls. Lix took a moment to watch Eowyn as she devoured a sandwich as if she hadn’t eaten in a year. She was glad that most of the residents would have already had their evening meal, because Eowyn had destroyed a lot of it. She was also glad that Aemilius had a massive staff that existed of creatures that actually enjoyed taking care of people; including cleaning up their messes. Brownies were intensely useful creatures for that reason, but there were others as well.

Lix approached the table as Eowyn finished the last of her sandwich. Her pale blonde hair hung smooth and straight but with a thought her nanites initiated a change. Her hair lengthened and curled and her lips turned a deep purple while her eyes became starkly outlined in black and pale green brushed her eyelids. Makeup wasn’t necessary when you had a million tiny robots in every inch of your skin to cause the same effect, only better.

As always, a part of Lix thought about concealing the metallic portions of her skin, but she pushed the thought away. She had long ago accepted that her beauty was incomplete, but every now and then her acceptance wavered.

The beautiful, feline blonde placed both of her hands on the table in front of Eowyn and leaned toward her slightly. “You look rather delicious like that.” she commented in her sultry voice. “You’re not really made for civilization are you?” she said with a grin, more statement than question really. Her eyes traced the women’s outline, noting the bits of food on her hair, her clothes her skin and her smile growing wider.

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Oh the flavors! Scalder groaned, her lips smacking momentarily as she wiped some grease from the corner of her lips. She hadn’t eaten grub this tasty since back on her home planet, Etrill. Only Calypso, and her nephew Matayo had chosen to eat meat, but the family made special dishes for them at celebratory gatherings. Thoughts of family were shoved away, her eyes rolling as she sighed through her nose. The explosive woman was unwilling to admit how painful thoughts of her family were. Again she used her forearm to wipe her mouth, successfully burying her emotions and smearing what was left over onto her black sweatpants. Happily distracted, she took a moment and looked herself over, grunting in response; hell, her outfit was already dingy, she’d been in them now for….Well, she didn’t know actually. Laughing at that pathetic fact, she sunk into her squatted position and continued to take massive bites from her food, allowing her whirling thoughts to drift. Like all true habits, the drink came to mind, but it quickly shifted. This Lix creature was intriguing, her new- she gulped down a bite as the thought filtered through to an unsavory acceptance of sorts; her new master. Parts of Scalder hissed with anger, while others trembled at the mere thought of her touch. The convoluted mixture of anger, attraction, and raw desire was confusing; and like a true haunt, the whispering tune of her name was sung in Scalder’s thoughts, repetitive and calling to the hybrid woman on a wavelength that was just out of her reach.
Finishing the last of her sandwich, she wiped both palms on her thighs and shifted on her heels until she was turned around completely. Blonde dreads whirled and her heart thudded erratically when she realized she was unknowingly being watched. It was her. Scalder’s pupils dilated until there was only a thin ring of blue left to frame the black abyss. A breath purely of habit was caught between her lips, eyes softening despite the anger she still harbored. Lix, her-...master.
“You look rather delicious like that.”
She couldn’t speak, not yet. The beauty of her was captivating, inducing a trance the winged woman couldn’t escape. An urge unlike any she’d experienced took over. It was suddenly of the utmost importance to scour every detail this moon kissed woman possessed. The curl of her pale hair looked like spiraled diamonds, accenting the metallic hues in her skin, and making the emerald color around her eyes pop. “You’re not really made for civilization are you?” Finally Scalder was able to cut through the fog of her attraction, and with a clearing of her throat she blinked the haze away and placed her usual expression. Slight amusement with a mixture of fiery unpredictability. It was completely true.
As Lix did her own admiring, it only frenzied the fever heating up inside the winged woman; her gaze possessed the power of touch, each glance and peek like a teasing caress to rouse goosebumps all over her smooth flesh. Scalder returned her illuminating smile with a lopsided smirk, her right brow arching as she moved closer, but remained crouched. With her left hand she suddenly grasped Lix’s jaw and pulled her closer, the movement was obviously willing, and Scalder knew her powers didn’t match her’s in the least. But the urge to dominate was irresistible. Pearls flashed a dubious smile, her teeth clicking close to her lips playfully as she tilted Lix’s head, really peering at the tiny granules swimming just beneath her flesh. It was as if she held and entire galaxy down there. ”I could say the same about you.” Scalder eased into the full depths of her gaze then, and like stepping into hot water, it stung at first, but once she sunk all the way in, there was nothing but a soothing sensation left behind.
Their lips were so close they gently brushed one another before Scalder let go. Now wasn’t the time for a sensual taste, especially when those lips belonged to her…. master. That thought alone aided the hybrid in releasing Lix’s flawless face, and as she climbed off the table, she made sure not to touch her again. There was only so much willpower left. Several more plates crashed to the ground as she did so, but of course, she didn’t bat an eye. Bare feet stepped carefully, aiming her back towards the doors behind Lix. ”I need another drink.” Once she passed the silver kissed woman, Scalder paused and looked over her shoulder flirtatiously. ”-and then you and I have a lot to talk about.”


>Flighty<

[>Flighty<]

”Loving me is all you need to feel.“

Her deep purple lips pressed together as her eyes continued to drag across the divine creatures skin. As her shimmering green eyes moved back to the pale beauties face her breath caught in her throat. Eowyn’s eyes were half mad with anger but burning with a desire that Lix had not anticipated to be so intense and so similar to her own. The feral women’s eyes traced the delicate curves of her own frame and caused a strange ache in her chest. The room suddenly felt several degrees warmer.

A smile returned to her lips as she saw goosebumps spread across Eowyn’s flesh. Clearly the two of them were caught in something neither of them had expected. Lix was rather certain that she would never ceased to be amazed, intoxicated and completely enthralled by the beauty before her.

Eowyn seemed to pull herself together then and with a clearing of her throat she returned Lix’s smile with one of her own. Lix wondered if perhaps she’d found someone who’s mischief and chaos could rival her own. As if to prove Lix’s thought Eowyn suddenly reached for her. Lix crushed her reflexes down and remained utterly still as Eowyn’s hand clasped her face. Like fire her touch sank down beneath her cool skin and a chill raced down her spine. She felt the nanites throughout her tissues recede from the touch for a moment before suddenly rushing toward it; preparing for whatever the creature might do.

Lix was rather certain that nothing, no one had ever affected her quite as deeply as this creature. Despite how deeply Lix had delved into the women’s mind before, it was not until that moment that she understood how well the name she’d given herself fit her. Scalder burned everything she touched; and that included Lix. The gorgeous hybrid pulled her closer then and Lix was all too willing to let her stunning pet dominate her. She’d never wanted to dance so dangerously close to fire before.

Scalder’s blue gaze met hers squarely and the sensation that filled her made her heart thrum. She’d never understood the expression “butterflies in your stomach” until that moment. She was terrified by the thought of what the women’s kiss might be capable of doing to her, but also hungry for the taste of her lips. Scalder’s teeth snapped close to her lips then and Lix shivered. She wasn’t usually the type to miss what was about to happen, but she couldn’t seem to keep her mind on track. Clearly Scalder was so utterly and deliciously distracting that Lix could only live in the moment when she was near her. She smiled as Scalder turned her head to the side and again the women’s gorgeous eyes traced her skin.

“I could say the same about you.” Scalder finally spoke and Lix grinned. She didn’t have to look into her thoughts to see that Scalder’s addictions were beginning to refocus. Lix’s smile turned darker and her feline eyes narrowed. “Mmm” she sighed. The hybrid leaned closer then and Lix shivered as Scalder’s gorgeous, full lips brushed against her own with the barest of touches. Before the wondrous emotions invoked by the simple touch could truly take root Lix saw something like anger flash in Scalder’s eyes and a powerful thought grated against her mind; (..master…) Lix leaned away and Scalder slid off the table and moved past her.

It suddenly felt as if there was a rock in her stomach, a hole in her chest. She shivered and took a deep breath. She had known that the hybrid woman was not going to be easy to win over. She was not built to be owned, like Lix herself was. She had to remind herself that Scalder was certainly worth the time and her patience, because she suddenly felt sick and only wanted to hide her face away from the gorgeous hybrid. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was unique and worthy as well.

“I need a drink,” The beauty said then and Lix turned to watch her walk away. She let her mind coil out toward Scalder just as she paused and glanced back at Lix provocatively. “-and then you and I have a lot to talk about.” she added. Lix had little desire to talk as the gorgeous creature looked at her like that, but she was not the kind of owner to deny her new favorite pet what she wanted.

Her powerful mind coiled around Scalder then and without giving her any warning she moved them instantly back to her sprawling portion of the mansion. She placed Scalder behind the bar and laid herself down across the jet black, shining surface. Her feline eyes stared up at what would have been the ceiling in any other part of the mansion, but here was a vast expanse of deep space from a universe where the stars were the only life. Her stunning power alone kept the two worlds apart with an invisible, intangible barrier.

She did not completely withdraw her mind from the hybrid’s and very, very gently she touched those unfathomable places of her soul that only the gods knew about. “After your drink, and that talk,” she said with a soft chuckle, “Why don’t we make some additions to this place so you have your own space?” she suggested. “Perhaps near the shore?” she asked and waved her hand toward the doorway that led to the sea and the living crystals.

Some masters might have wanted their pets to earn such a gift, but Lix only wanted Scalder to want to stay. An unwilling pet was not going to be fun. She knew that she would need to earn whatever this was that she felt in her chest, but it was difficult for her to maintain a calm thought process. Lix knew that this was not going to be easy; not for either of them, but it was too late to turn back.

When Scalder didn't immediately respond Lix turned her head to look at the hybrid beauty. Her shimmering eyes cast over her features quickly, trying to decipher what thoughts lay within those stunning eyes. Lix should not have expected an answer, logically. She knew that in Scalder's mind; she was a prisoner and Lix was her warden. 'Master' was a dirty word to a creature like Scalder, but Lix still wanted her to feel differently. She was being a fool and she knew it, but that didn't stop the hopeful ache in her chest.