I'm bringing sexy back

[Lunafreya Solidor]

Her leather whip slashed down the man. He dropped his ass to the floor after she swinged the leather cruel thing against his ankle, rolling the long extension in his leg and making him fall backwards all the way to the ground. Growling in pain, and making Lunafreya release a animal like sound of laughter, a laugh of pure joy by watching others feel pain.
“Next!”, she screamed not long. She was in charge of recruiting the very best to serve in the Kingslaive of the Interstellar Protectorate, man and woman that would be the guards of the royal family. “Hope this one is better.”, the princesses said to herself, rolling the leather whip back in her hand, she wore a lascivious leather suit, one that a long cleavage in her breasts, tight in the ass and thighs, dark like those high heels in the black leather combat boots she loved to wear.

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Somehow the man know as Akabane had found himself in another mess. Actually when you think about it this happened to him often. Not a situation exactly like this one but the actions beforehand that led up to each final result were similar. He'd look for a new job, think he hit the gold, and then realize it's not for him. Now he couldn't really judge this particular offer yet. No, the interview hadn't begun yet. However the commotion going on behind the doors didn't sound like fun. The voice of a woman, perhaps the employer, could be heard even in the waiting room. Eventually, his turn had come after the whipping of a man seeking the same job.

Akabane stepped inside after being permitted to do so, and after catching wind of what the supposed princess said to herself. It made him chuckle. Immediately, he spoke with a grin on his face. "Hey there lo-" He stopped speaking when he saw her attire. Heaven? But I am certain men like me go to hell, he thought. Clearing his throat, Akabane came back to his senses and moved on. Keeping any comments or remarks to himself would've been wise in this situation, but he chose not to. First though, he knelt down like a queen's knight and crimson eyes closed. He stood up again back straight and arms behind it. "I heard you needed protection, your highness."

He retained a smile while standing completely still, awaiting the woman's reply.

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[Lunafreya Solidor]

Not long after she had dropped the last poor son of a bantha, another came in. It was in that moment, that Lunafreya looked all the way down to Akabanes shoes, slowly going up and measuring his whole figure, until she stopped in his head. Slowly analysing his whole facial features with her sharp violet eyes. Unlike her sister that had warm and keen ones, Lunafreya had eyes filled with malice and anger, those were the ‘eyes of dragon’ said her father when she was just a young girl. And those dragon like eyes liked what they saw. ‘Pretty boy… But i have eaten pretty boys before…’, and a moment later, her warm and wet tongue licked her own lips, in a sensual, if not menacing expression.

One that lasted for a long time, even after the force user rose from the ground. ‘He has manners… let’s see if he is more than just another pretty ass.’, and swinging her wrist, her leather whip was rocked like a snake in the thin air, having him popping loud in the room. The elzeri princess raised her dry voice very, bathed in arrogance and her cocky like way of being.

“I need nothing, human. What i’m allowing by my utmost grace is to give the honour for peasants like you too serve under the glory of the Kingslaive.”, jogging slowly, in a hypnotic way through the room, the Solidor princess went all the way around Akabane, watching his figure as he stood up, smelling his scent, imagining the taste of his skin under her long fingers. “To serve as swords and shields for the nobles of a great race. To have you’re pitiful names carved in stone for the end of times… That off course…”, she concluded back in front of him, measuring him with her violet eyes, sharp as the edge of a knife, “If you impress me.”


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[Akabane Jarvik]

The woman was very unique in both appearance and behavior, as seen by her peculiar approach of Akabane. It wasn't like he disliked the way she looked at him but he couldn't say it was something he liked either. Strange, she was just strange. He preferred women that had something special about them be it a power, a hobby, or an interesting occupation. While these things were no lie he wasn't here to earn her love. Not yet at least. She gave off a predator vibe anyways so he tried to keep himself in check standing before her. Getting on her good was a great idea though, even if it meant earning points in the love category. His father would call that shameful though... using a woman's emotions for personal gain. No, he decided to be honest with her. Besides, his father also taught him the females were typically smarter than he thought. Specifically with this one he had a feeling she'd see through his lies.

She made sure it was known that she had a whip. At the sound of the weapon snapping he didn't flinch, standing almost completely still like a disciplined soldier. His eyes followed her movements as she walked to his side and then behind him. The way she moved was funny but he made no comment on it. Actually, most of what she said was funny. In her presence though, he tried to contain himself and hold back any laughter. He wasn't the type of person to really argue with those holding a high rank or authority but he couldn't help himself. Akabane had something to say about her whole talking down of him.

"Not a peasant, love. I don't serve you yet after all, nor am I of your country." He grinned after saying that expecting her to be angry. "And why must I impress you, Princess? You claim I am not needed, correct?" Akabane turned around and placed one hand in a pocket while keeping one raised as he was waving. He started walking towards the doors losing the grin, a sigh coming out his mouth. "You'll bore your husband with that ego. 'Tis a shame, love." He spoke a little louder as he attempted to exit the room. Akabane's grin reappeared on his face when a thought filled his mind. He was certain she wouldn't allow him to leave after saying all that. Either that or she'd burst into tears but he highly doubted it.

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[Lunafreya Solidor]

Much could be said about Lunafreya. Those who met her thought she was vain and arrogant, those who knew her said she was cruel and unforgiving, and those that suffered in her hands knew best. Proud, lascivious, foul mouthed, strong willed and wild. But above all, she had no patience. Especially with peasants. And in front of her violet, sharp eyes, was a man, a boy for elzeri standards, that dared to speak up against her words. A poor decision.

Like a dance, her wrist moved with surgical precision, without even moving the entire arm, just the wrist. Making his leather whip dance across the hall, rapping on the ground a little in front of the boy, snapping loudly and cruelly.

If there was something she was proud of in her abilities that would be how she made that sound sing in the air. Able to tear a bone from the skin, to leave a lasting memory in the skin of who it struck.

And like a snake, in a venomous and dangerous sound, the girl murmured her words harshly.
"As I told you ... In my gracious soul, I found a way to allow commoners like thy person to serve a cause greater than mere lives wasted in filth." The young woman again made her pulse dance, arm and down into the air. Knocking the ground even closer to the insolent boy. And with a devious smile in her fleshy lips, her malicious voice was heard once again. "By what right, mortal, dare you deny me this dance?" Said that. The young woman's leg crawled a little to the front of her body, her wrist swinging again her leather whip, this time causing the tip to strike an inch from the tip of the boy's feet. "Just when you started getting interesting, at least for a commoner."



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[Akabane Jarvik]

Akabane came to the realization that he may have messed up in insulting the princess when he felt and heard the whip moving all around the room erratically behind him. He turned back to see exactly what she was doing with the thing and a smile appeared on his face. The princess had a big ego for sure but the way she handled her weapon with such ease was a magnificent sight to be seen. His smile was a genuine one, it truly made him happy seeing her strength up close and personal. While he didn't agree with her on the subject of nobles being any more special than him, he certainly could agree that she herself was on a different level than him. Anyone who possessed a skill such as the one she displayed today for him deserved praise.

The way things we're headed now he assumed this was a challenge to a duel, an invitation, or perhaps it was the princess punishing him for talking to her in the manner that he did. Whatever it was he thought it was an interesting situation. Akabane had no intention of fighting a woman, especially a princess. He probably wouldn't get far with it anyway. Guards we're nearby so he couldn't hurt her even if he wanted to. Not that he wished to harm her, even though her personality was very unattractive. Who was he to judge though... on Kro Var he was considered royalty among his clan. Denying that he felt like he was better than most of them would make him a hypocrite. Nonetheless, he wasn't even sure if he could win a fight against this woman. The whip was certainly scary but he had weapons far more dangerous that might be able to get him past it. He sighed, not really desiring to start a fight with her.

He looked around the room again and then stopped smiling. Quickly and not caring about the whips next strike, he fell to the floor on both knees along with his arms and shoved his face into the floor like one of her slaves might do. His plan was to apologise and hope for the best. Fighting women had always proved to be tough for him. Akabane wasn't interested in seeing how another fight with a female would end up. "I must apologise for what I've said to you, princess. The weather has taken a toll on me these past few days and I'm feeling quite unwell. That's no excuse for my treatment of you though so I apologise from the bottom of my heart."

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[Lunafreya Solidor]

Even when little, Lunafreya desired power. She always tried to pick fights with boys bigger than her, sometimes she won, sometime she lost, even when playing dirty. It took a long time for her father, King of Kaikielius, to actually decide if she had what it took to learn how to master a sword and a shield.

Before she knew jackpot about the Force, Lunafreya learned how to use a longsword and a round shield, learned how to hunt with a spear, how to kill with an axe, and how to crush her enemies with a morningstar. Her aim was horrible for ancient archery and blasters, but the girl was a prodigy with melee weapons, and when the elzeri learned about the force, everything seemed a lot easier. It took a long time to learn how to slash the whip, and even longer for a lightwhip. Always seeking for a challenge, or to be worshipped, the princess tried her best to first be kind and elegant like her sister, but failed, and when failure was within her grasp, the girl got angry and did bad things. Things that gave her quite the fame among the Barons of the small houses, and the Dukes of the Nine Great Houses.

She broke the wrist of her first fiance when the Baron tried to grope her. Cracked the fingers of three handmaidens for being arrogant, and broke the arms of six soldiers for being considered useless by her cold eyes. And there it was again, those cold eyes focused on a young force sensitive human, kneeling in front of her, a true peasant. But unlike before, the violet eyes that she had held no despise, but surprise, she did expect a fight, or maybe a little more confrontation from Akabane.
“Humans…”, the princess murmured to herself, with a strange tone of her voice. The mind was, however, thinking what to do next, after all. She could whip him, until he had scars in his back for the rest of his days, or maybe throw her hounds at him in a little sport, but, the man had guts and looks. And Nabaat actually enjoyed both. Slowly she lifted her feet, putting her high heels combat leather boot with thin end on top of his back. Pressing his posture more to the ground.

“If you want to bow down, do it properly. Forehand on the floor, palms along side the eyes. Also... You surprised me, garrano, and that is quite the hard thing to do.”, popping her warm and hot tongue, Lunafreya licked her own lips. She could feel the force flowing the man, a quite lovely feeling inside her mind, she knew a lot of force sensitives, in the elzeri, that was quite the common trait, but never a delicacy such as a strong human male. Specially inside her palace. “I was thinking about ripping you apart, letting my hounds do some exercise, or maybe biting you a bit. Just a bit... but, i guess i prefer to keep you as a stray.”

The Solidor lifted her feet, and slowly bent her upper body down, allowing the great cleavage to make her breasts look even bigger, the end of the whip swinging like a bell near her left thigh, while her free right hand went on and intertwined her long and lean fingers around the silky hair in his head. Lifting his head up, so he could gaze at her face. With a devilsh smile in her seductive lips, her voice took quite the malicious tone, one that meant more than what was being said.
“Do you want to be my stray?”


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[Akabane Jarvik]

Young Akabane wouldn't have bowed down to such a despicable woman... not back during those precious days when he fought for survival on his home planet of Kro Var. There was always something distasteful about every training session. Perhaps it was the climate or the fact that his training partner cut off his foot. Either way, he disliked attending the sessions. Akabane ran away at time to become stronger on his own because of these things. Secluding himself from the toxic people around him. Yes, toxic was the right word. Father had the top position in the wind clan and many people tried to get close to Akabane since his pops had power. He hated it really, though he'd never voice these thoughts. Keeping healthy relations with the other clan members was important after all. Luckily, there were no mind readers in the clan or he would've been screwed. Although it seemed liked they already were from the start. The clan came crashing down eventually and he went through hell mentally. A memory wipe is what the enemies gave him instead of ending his life. Confusion, random nightmares, etc. ensued. Memory wiping couldn't be too healthy for a young man. The new clan members felt even more toxic than the ones in his original clan. They vanished too.

So, what the point in him remembering all this? The answer - he was curious what happened in all the mix for him to be kissing the floor for some hotty. It was still unclear to Akabane what made him this way. Yes yes, he didn't like to fight females, but this was total submission, yes? Then, he realized something she had called him might have been true even though he denied it initially, and it may have also helped him understand himself better. Peasant, huh? Maybe so... maybe so. The peasant she claimed him to be wasn't the one he saw himself as. In a way he was a peasant because he treated women as sacred beings. Placing himself on the bottom of the priority list. He valued a woman's life more than his own. That certainly made him a peasant.

Eyes closed and grinning, he waited for the next strike of the whip to slam right into him but it never came. A frown replaced the grin in an instant. He chose to open his eyes to see what what going on after hearing something like a mumble come from the woman's mouth. To his surprise she had already approached him, only a few inches away. Akabane's view was of her feet because he didn't move anything, just his eyes. The woman used her feet to show him the proper way to bow. It would've been funny if the situation was in his favor but at the time he had no way of knowing. A woman like her wasn't an easy one to tame for sure, if possible at all. She admitted that he surprised her, calling him garrano and explained that was no easy feat. He said nothing while she did this, pondering instead. What the hell is that supposed to be? Akabane was more concerned with what she called him than the fight or whatever it had become. She went on to say something about hounds but he was so focused on the unknown word that he didn't hear.

The sudden change in view was noticed immediately by Akabane. She was granting the peasant boy permission to gaze at her lovely face. He reacted calmly as usual, allowing her to do as she wished with his body. Her cleavage was clearly visible to his eyes but he refused to sneak a peek. Akabane wouldn't lie, she had a little more than most... that wasn't where he wished to look though. Those violet eyes were stunning and threw him into some kind of trance. He wasn't sure how to answer the question due to a few reasons. Naturally, he had something else to say first. "I envy the guy who gets to look into those beauties everyday." Akabane figured a woman like her would have a husband and if so, he was very jealous. He smiled, feeling extremely fortunate to be this close to those eyes he loved so much.

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[Lunafreya Solidor]

Vicious, seductive and mean, those were words that easily described Lunafreya. A woman so passionate that was easy to draw her to the dark side of the Force, but the Protectorate believed in the Gray Side of the Force, where the teachings of Sith and Jedi were used to make them closer to Dark Jedi, if classified by any of force user from each order. Although she was quite moody, the elzeri had no desire to emerge herself in Sith dreams of conquest, or the morals of the Jedi.

A voluptuous and sensual woman others might say. Had lovers amidst nobles and peasants in her life during her youth, many who tried to gain her favour by courting her better side, many who failed and faced themselves in front of her more stern, serious, and unforgiving qualities. She hated her brothers and sisters, hated their power and status, but respected them for the name they carried. Nothing more.

Specially her older sister, Ashelia, a woman that was she never could have been. Gracious and fair, kindhearted, graceful, playful, curious, impulsive, and given to flights of fancy, a elzeri that made Lunafreya grind her teeth everytime she thought of her. Only through the power of domination, someone would bend to her and fully become hers, like the scene she was now facing with Akabane at her mercy. Her fingers tightly holding the hair in his head, making him gaze upon her violet and sharp eyes, filled with the power she learned in her long years in this world. Whatever thoughts he had had, whatever plans he had made, were made to be sucked up in the maelstrom of Lunafreya’s eyes. Boy and old man and dandy and foreigner, all those were gone in an instant, and there was only Solidor, the woman herself, the power of her, the dream, the intensity.

Lunafreya’s eyes were violet, startlingly bright in such a pale face. Her pupils were pinpoints, burning black, and they reached right into Akabane and weighed the soul inside him. Gladly sensing all that raw power that the force made it run through his veins, maliciously smelling that mainly smell that his sweat had. None could have guessed what true went behind that mask of serenity and harshness that was her face, what devious thoughts went through her mind, still savoring the slashing sounds that her skill with the whip could make, at least not until her lips opened and her voice went heard by that man. A voice bathed in lust and a feline, natural, tone.

“And so you shall be envied, my deary, so you shall.”, approaching her own face from his, Lunafreya opened her mouth again, bringing her warm, hot like hell, tongue out, licking him from chin all the way up to his fat lower lip, leaving a small trail of warm saliva in there. Her other hand came forward, open, almost like ready to spank his face for saying such bold words about her sacred body, but Lunafreya chose a different approach, and slowly, with her smooth fingers against his cheek, covered by that half ass job he called shave, making a delicate caress, almost with a fond feeling going through the tip of her fingers. “But never again must you say that out loud to a princess, unless in her private chambers. And as a good stray, i just might take you after i made you my peasant personal knight.”, even more then those kind malicious words, Lunafreya gave him the honour of watching as the corner of her lips turned to a devilish smile. “I might as well find some use for a stray like you during the nights.”

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[Akabane Jarvik]

The way the woman spoke and moved was very strange, most of it being nothing that he'd ever dreamed of experiencing. It wasn't all that bad being handled by her, both because he had no choice and it entertained him. Just think about it... a elf princess being lewd in front of all of the spectators wasn't an event most would find themselves attending, right? But somehow Akabane was able to get a front row seat. He really didn't know what to think when these thoughts formed in his head. At first it was funny and as it should be to someone like him but then he stopped and realized just what type of situation he was in. All jokes ceased to exist in his head for a moment. Then, the crazy part of him decided to let itself out of it's cage. By crazy... expect a life threatening stunt to follow.

Akabane wasn't some psychopath, or maybe it was safe to say he was, but some things simply triggered a burst of insanity within his brain. Typically these were things that any good person would dislike; such as slavery, senseless killing, near-death battle, and abusers in the act. However random actions may also produce the same effect. As one could guess, the princess did something to initiate one of these random moments. Everything she said had nothing to do with it. Her words thus far we're actually interesting to listen to. He had met many nobles and she seemed to be vastly different compared to them. That's why he could put up with her way of talking. There's always a but though... again, the reason for him starting his short crazy phase wasn't the way she talked to him. The sudden change happened after she licked him.

At first he thought nothing of the licking. Akabane was flattered if anything. The anger came from his business side most likely or maybe his brain still recollected a lover, even after the memory wipe. It could've also been the part of him that wished to keep dignity to his name. Of course that's if he had any to begin with. Well, there it was flowing from him. That's is, the dark energy he readied while being pissed off. Getting mad at a lady was a rare occurrence for the young man but then again, was she a lady to begin with? Thinking ill of a woman was still not like him. The state of mind he was in could be blamed for it but his normal self would say otherwise. He waited until she stopped speaking to share what he had to say. A laugh starting and gradually growing louder came out of his wide open mouth before he spoke himself.

Two bright red eyes focused on the princess with no good intent. "I'm not your play thing." A low and sinister voice came from him. Akabane was acting quite strange, like he was in complete fight mode now. He possessed an ability that his clan devoted their entire training to. Wind shaping. The ability to bend wind into your own reality, as long as it worked. Akabane had many different techniques he could use in a battle. Many of them learned from family or warriors that lived in his village. Although, he would proudly say some of them were created all by himself. Now, which one would he be using today on the lovely elf woman? A blast.

A combination of a blast of wind and a force push. Since she was close enough the wind could serve as an unexpected attack with quick release, while the force push could land a damaging blow by causing her to slam into something. That was only wishful thinking though. Depending on how quick she could react, the whole attack might fail before even beginning. He was hungry for a fight either way. Akabane made the appropriate preparations and swiftly placed his palm on her chest which was dangerously close to her cleavage. Then, he released a blast of wind.

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[Lunafreya Solidor]

Long ago, Bernard, one of her tutors from the Magisterium told her that the mortal mind was something that held no secrets. What humans describe as sane, he said, is a narrow range of behaviors. For most states of consciousness are insane.

In her time being alive in this cold galaxy, Lunafreya had whip people, had killed woman and man alike, burned idols, roared like a beast, climaxed like a supernova and fought like the devil itself. Much like her father, even more than most of her brothers and sisters, she had clothed her naked villany from the public eye of others, peasants and nobles alike. With odd old ends like they were stolen out from the holy writs, seem a saint, when most she played the devil.

Much to her surprise was the event that happened next, but not entirely unpredicted to her. The boy, that gorgeous peasant young like a child of the elzeri, was a boiling mess of feelings rushing through his veins, for her, it was easy to sense those old friends if you knew them well enough to realize when they invited themselves inside your home. Or forced they’re way in, like brutes rushing through the night, sharp knifes in hand and murderous looks in their faces.

Something about the power that he used was unfamiliar to her, being pushed and even choked were feelings familiar to her, but the way it felt, was like being a leaf being blown by the wind. Powerful, yes, but raw, and raw power had its uses, but never for too long. ‘So strong so young, they say do never live long’, her mind replied as her body as thrown back, feet dragging its way in the marble floor, body standing and her lightweight still being blown all the way across the chamber. Until the magnetic sole of her heels activated themselves to keep her own body standing in one place.

With arms crossed in a ‘x’ position in front of her body, the room was as quiet as a graveyard. Except for the sound, the heavy and warm sound of her breath, that hungry breath, and when she lowered her arms, her full lips could be seen with a cruel and insane expression at them, not of angry, but of joy. As she smiled, purple eyes wide open, her feline voice was heard, in a sound that resembled that of a beast in heat that has found its pair.

“You will be.”, her free hand opened in his direction, like she was giving a slap against the chest of a invisible person. If it wasn’t for the force push she used, or tried to use to lift him up from the floor and make him hit his back against the wall. The hand that had the whip rolled in her fingers, allowed the lash to unroll itself in the floor, as she began to walk in a moon like waxing crescent walk across the room, stopping next to a wall, behind her was the tapestry made of red and black, displaying the snake like coat of arms that belonged to House Solidor, the cursed coat of arms that condemned the Praji to oblivion.

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[Akabane Jarvik]

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..." he let out in the most dimented of ways, forgetting that such an action he just took wouldn't end well. Well, for a man that was temporarily insane at the moment it wasn't all that unlike him. Even while completely sane Akabane would speak in a way that would make most people mad. Actions weren't the only things that threw him into messes. His father taught him to man up and handle his own baggage and over time he did as told. Luckily, he wasn't dead yet and he had his father to thank for that. Teachers, masters, etc., nothing could compare to the lessons a father could give to you. Maybe that's how he wasn't dead yet.

Anyway, what a bloody mess Akabane had created by even walking into this room. It started off nicely and he hoped it would stay that way but that wasn't the case. Now, he had went ahead and took a swing at the princess. That wasn't too smart considering royalty had other forces than themselves. In conclusion he suspected not complying with her orders today would leave him with two options. Either attempt to escape and fight his way out of this place or obey and do the jobs asked of him. If anyone knew Akabane they'd be sure to say he's an idiot. There's no defending him on that matter because he is in fact an idiot. However, this idiot won't stand down when someone tries to dominate him. That's the equivalent to placing a collar around his neck and walking him on a leash like a domesticated animal. He dreaded the day when he became some organization's dog.

Akabane formed a wide grin as he watched the princess handle his lovely attack. He expected her to be able to take a hit. The use of magnetic tech wasn't something he looked forward to though. A sigh. Of course someone with her wealth would have extra gear prepared for fights. A bummer. He was really waiting to hear that cringing noise when her body slammed into the wall. "Oh well," he decided after seeing her reaction. She appeared to be as sick as him. He grinned even wider after this discovery. Now, her retaliation... it was a similar attack to his and could've probably been blocked or avoided. But, insane Akabane wanted to feel the pain. It was only fair also, since he broke his code and struck first. Ladies first, was it?

It was times like now when Akabane thought about the past and his future. Times when an invisible energy picked him up and slammed him against a rock-solid wall. What did he want to do in life now? Something always bugged him, as if he had a secondary life and was supposed to be somewhere else. That was impossible, he thought. True or not, he still wanted to have a purpose in life. Serving an egotistic princess didn't seem all that bad but what else was there to do. Maybe he wanted to explore the galaxy and find that hidden thing he'd never gotten the chance to try out. Maybe- the thoughts ended and a great pain shot throughout his body. He widened his eyes and grinded his teeth in an instant, as he fell to his knees, falling forwards and landing on his face.

He didn't imagine it hurt this much, laying there in agony while attempting to turn over onto his back. There was a nice gash across his forehead which was very visible from any distance. The ceiling was spinning and he began to speak. He made his complaints next in a pitiful voice. "Ahhhh. You didn't have to be so rough. It was just to get you out of my face." He laid there with a hand moving up to his mouth. Blood shot out. "Ya know, just go ahead and end me. I'm a goner. C'mon, do it." At this point Akabane was overreacting quite a bit. His pain tolerance was higher than most people, nothing as little as a back and head injury should've hurt him this much. He never looked over at her little display of her family's emblem. The spinning ceiling was much more fun to look at.

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[Lunafreya Solidor]

Ever the confident woman, that was who Lunafreya was. She always watched as others played the games of thrones, the backstabbing acts, the plots and treacherous plans designed to achieve greatness. So high they rose, so fast they fell by their own doing or crushed by higher forces, and she grew, watching and learning how to play those little games made by mortal greedy souls. How foul they were, how stupid and pointless, if someone desired real power, they had to take it with sweat and blood, by cutting someone's throat or torn limb by limb with a sword or axe. Honor was everything to her.

Never a coward, always a fighter. She fought her way in the Enclave, defeated her fellow dark jedi, broke soldiers arms and legs, trained with Dashades, runned with vornskrs, howled with rancors and murdered in the name of progress. By her own merit, she was raised to become a Judge Protector in Edom, killing Judge Ghis in a fair battle under the ceiling of the Church, while her own father watched without a single expression of caution and being worried passed through his marble face.

As the man took the hit, Lunafreya knew she had found a match. A creature that want it to suffer for no apparent reason, that fell to the ground like a dying dog, when not long ago there he was laughing like a little kid. In her mind, the idea of madness crossed her thoughts, but that was not the case, for madness she had met in her life, saw it in close quarters, and that boy, that lovely, mortal, filthy peasant boy reeked of something else. For he who is mad does not have moments to show this to others, he shall lose itself in a black pit of despair and shadows, and Akabane, in her violet sharp eyes was simply ‘lost’. A lost and shade of a man, that want it to atone for his sins in this life. Slowly she walked in his direction, whip dragging its way across the black ebon floor.

As her body got closer to where he was laying down, Lunafreya stopped in front of him, watching him while standing up with those sharp dagger violet eyes. What thoughts crossed her mind? Would those be of murder? Torture? Passion? Desire? Anger? Or love? None could tell. But then again she raised her leg, putting the heels of her leather combat back in his back, pressing his body in the floor. No smile took over her lips when she spoke, in that soft husky tone of voice.

“Lost is he who stopped believing in itself, once someone told before i killed him.”, her only fond memory of Ghis. That wretched arrogant human, one that deserved to die, better it was that his demise came by her hands. “I am a elzeri, i shall live for hundreds of years in this plane of existence. I am a Princess, second daughter to the King of this planet, Judge Protector of the Dark Jedi in the Edom and yet…”, her eyes were taken somewhere else when she finished her words,

“I am lost too.”. Slowly, she lifted her leg from top of him, releasing the whip in the floor and leaning down, grabbing his chin by her lean and strong fingers, marked with tattoos of her devotion to the faith of the Dios. Saying to herself ‘destiny is restless’, as she said her next words. “Maybe we can find a path together.”

[member="Akabane"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Many people could recall similar situations that occurred in the past as the one they faced in the present. Right now Akabane was one of those who remembered something great from his past. Well, great to him at least. Pain always sucked at first for most people and perhaps all the time, but he was different. He craved that numb feeling that followed the pain afterwards. For example, there was a duel between him and a fellow student on Kro Var. These people that dwelled on that planet we're naturally brutes and their anger took control most of the time. Akabane was weaker at the time and chose to be cocky as a young boy. One wrong move earned him a robotic foot in place of his real one. A swift and clean cut by a wind user. That was the end of it. He never forgot that feeling of his foot being severed from his body though. All throughout his life, a short one thus far, he fought with barely enough effort to survive. There were battles in which he took serious and fought with all his strength but the majority required nothing like that. And so... that's what this day and moment reminded him of.

As the princess neared the young man he grinned while believing his death was coming near. Finally... he thought as her steps grew louder and became the only thing he was focusing on. Akabane's inhale and exhale matched every step she took. It was suspenseful, really. Enjoyable rather. The sound of steps came to a halt eventually and quicker than he had expected. The distance between them wasn't that far at all so it was strange he wasn't more precise on his judgement. However he had taken a heavier hit than intended, though no fatal. She made no sound for a moment and that encouraged him to look over at her. Her eyes showed no mercy in piercing his soul with their sharp point. It stung even while not actually doing any cutting and reached the inner most part of him. Oh... what a lovely day to be slain. Akabane rested his eyes.

If only that were the end result here though... a heel drove into his back and pinned him to the floor before he could roll over. He grinded his teeth once more with the sudden and unexpected pain. The suffering comes first, I forgot. He still assumed she was trying to kill him. Only good women knew to torture their prey before taking their sweet life. Akabane changed his opinion that he had of her. A nice woman, you are. She spoke of how a man told her a stupid line before being killed by her. It sounded stupid to him. Maybe harsh but he cared less about what dead man had to say. And what was this about being lost? She was acting strange all of a sudden. Akabane was completely bewildered when the pressure on his back ceased. He wasn't sure when the execution was coming and to be honest, he did want to at least know right before the final strike came. Seeing the final blow filled him with excitement.

Besides assumed impending death on his mind he was curious why she acted different all of a sudden. Talking about being lost and finding a path? He smiled wide, revealing his bloody teeth and acted as if he was on the same page. "I think tha-", more blood shot out of his mouth and should've created nice splatter on her face. Now this was completely an accident and he was prepared to die afterwards if it did indeed hit her face. Either way, it was funny. Well, unless it turned into a blood pact. That was just a silly thought though. He wouldn't get himself caught up in something like that, hopefully.

[member="Princess Lunafreya Solidor"]

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

After saying those words, Lunafreya kept herself thinking about her own dead mother, also in Ashelia. Long days have passed ever since they spoke, years flowed through their lives ever since the day they decided they would never love one another again, like she thought about Iedolas and the way he always were with them all. For they were tools, not daughters to him, and they had no desire but his own, for he was King and they were his princesses. Harsh it was for that man to be raised in the Solidor family, what could have explained a lot to her if she wasn’t already busyd.

The Solidor now thought of that man laying in the ground, lost she said he was, for that is what she saw. A handsome, attractive and hot stud ready to be tamed and ridden, like a stray dog that only needed some care and love, a man she could truly open herself with and talk about something else besides clothes to wear or heads to cut, and with a almost gentle smile in her full lips, Lunafreya still looked at him with a fond expression in her. At least until he coughed blood out of his mouth.

When the first drop of his human blood, fell in her Melantha leather tapani shoe, the woman stood up. Face taken by a complete expression of despair and fear with mouth half open and eyes wide. A expression that for so long it stood in her face, until it was quickly transformed in a horrible expression of pure anger and hate, as she lifted her leg backwards to kick that peasant right in his forehead.

“You little…”, those would be the last words of that day that Akabane would hear if she hitted her mark, knocking him out for having the dareness of dirty one of her favorite shoes, which was a major sin to any girl in the known galaxy.

[member="Akabane"]