My Imagination

[Rhayeqasr]

The Figment Feline wandered about the gardens in peace. She was alone, free of commitment and obligations. She had just fed, and the humans scent lingered about her breath. She usually didn't prey on humans, for their screams and fear is far more pitiful than most other creatures. But she had made an exception. This man was cocky, he had spotted her, frolicking about the lush, green grass. He was amazed, spellbound. Thought he'd be famous if only he could touch her, take a token to prove what he had seen. To his despair, she was not a prize meant for the human race.

Her tail twitched playfully, and she batted a reasonably sized rock around, looking like she were still a kitten. Her bored batting soon broke into pouncing and stalking of the stone, was she truly this bored? Apparently so, for the stone kept her amused for a short amount of time.

She had a case of the giggles, what an amusing sight. A lonely Euclides giggling about the gardens. One would think her to be of the Insanity Type. No, she was just in a playful mood, but a playmate was no where to be found. Perhaps she was up for another hunt? No, she had satisfied her hunger, killing now would be pointless.

With the giggle spell gone, she sighed in boredom. She longed for a new challenge, a new adventure, something a tad more difficult than amusing herself with a stone.

[Vyn]

On an outer wall of the Maze a massive figure sat in utter silence. From the distance the imposing beast easily appeared to be some sort of gargoyle, guarding over some sacred realm hidden within the winding walls of the Maze. Closer inspection revealed him to be a Puppet Master of formidable size, non-retractable claws pressed deep into the hedge he used as a perch and hollow white eyes continued to trace the frolicking figure in the park.

He'd been watching her for some time now, as fascinated by her games as he was her beauty. She didn't quite compare with his Egyptian pet, but then again, she was only a Script Writer and Jiaro was quite honestly biased toward those of his homeland.

However, he had already decided she would be his...even if he took her by force. A slow smile crept upon his muzzle. Force would be fun, but life would be easier if he didn't have to resort to that...yet.

The massive Annihilation leaped from his perch with a grace that was typically surprising for one as massive looking as he was. However, he had a lot of surprises up his sleeves and enjoyed showing them all off.

"Hello, pet."

His words came out in a purr, his accent shifting coyly toward English as he did.

If she was bored before, she wouldn't be for long. Not with Jiaro's attention focused on her.

[Rhayeqasr]

The Figment smiled slightly. For the massive creature, whom she assumed to be a Puppet Master, was a true beauty. She wasn't sure how she liked being called 'pet,' but she didn't object, for this fine Euclides was free to call her whatever he pleased. She cocked her head, and through a grin, she introduced herself. "Daevibarya, most call me Daevi." Currently, this was all the information she felt comfortable giving him. For she was certain he had already guessed her rank, and her type was hardly important.

He was certainly a peice or work, being one of the more handsome Euclide she had met, though she hadn't met many. She wondered why the Annihilation was directing his attention towards her, surely there were Marionettes worthy of his attention. "'Tis a pleasure to met you, Puppet Master." She bowed her head, but other than that, she was not willing to show him any other respect, not until she knew more about him.

She was quite thankful of him interrupting her play with the stone, for he was much more interesting than a rock. Though, she wondered if he would find her childish for batting a pebble about the gardens. "You seem to have caught me on a...more embarassing moment," she smiled, as if laughing at herself.

[Vyn]

The massive lion-like Euclide dipped his head in a semi-formal bow, almost flaunting his elegant sexual appeal. Perhaps that's what came from spending most of your young life as a Marionette? Whether or not his Marionette heritage was his reasoning behind it, Jiaro enjoyed flaunting his abilities.

"I am Jiarokumo, though most prefer Jiaro." His words remained perfectly English, as if he'd lived their all his life. "A pleasure to meet you, Daevi."

Of course he knew her rank, what sort of Puppet Master would he be if he could tell the differences in their personalities? Yet, there were exceptions to the rule, taking himself for example. He wasn't just the Puppet Master he flaunted himself to be. The thought brought a dangerous smile to his muzzle, but he curbed it with a grin more appropriate to the situation: sly, seductive.

"Ah, no problem. We all have our embarrassing moments."

Jiaro cared not if she had her childish moments, after all...the youthful were exceptionally clever in many areas that adults often neglected to notice. Females were prone to it, though it was a habit Jiaro had no plan to break.

[Rhayeqasr]

She smiled, cocking her head. She repeated his name to herself, it was fitting of him. Everything about the Annihilation seemed perfect, and she felt unworthy of his presence. Should Script Writers really be flirting with such powerful Puppet Masters? She couldn't help herself, his beauty had her spellbound, the only ting she could do was stand and admire the Feline's magnificence.

Did he have a cast? Surely he had a collection of Marionette's who's beauty surpassed her own, surely he had several loyal Puppeteers and a highly intelligent Director.

She almost fainted at the spot when he dipped his head. Oh, he was too wonderful for his own good. Her eyes showed her desire for him, though she was unaware that she made this so obvious to him. She had to remind herself to breathe, what a fool of herself she had made.

She had to say something, to direct the attention from herself. "And what, my Lord, brings you here at such an hour?" It was not that late, though most, at this time, were finding shelter for the night. Or at least, that is what she would be doing, had she not met up with Jiaro.

[Vyn]

Jiaro gazed with at the lovely Script Writer with an impish fondness. He expected their adoration, basked in it. He was a connoisseur of fine females, and Daevi was no expect ion in his line of taste. Females was not something he lacked in...a cast now, that was a different matter.

His tastes were exceptionally high. Only the finest would suite him. At least, that is, when it came to ladies. He was more lenient toward males, though he was always something of a perfectionist when it came to filling his Cast.

His pleasure with her grew and grew. This little Script Writer was perfect for his desires, and this perfection satisfied more than just position requirements. It pleased the lust in him as well, something which was far more important to him than the simplicities of filling Cast positions.

"To be quite blunt, I was seeking you." His eyes focused tightly on her, lips curling back to reveal a deliciously dangerous grin. "I am in need for a Script Writer as perfectly beautiful as yourself."

She, of course, did not compare with some Marionette's, but her purpose was not solely based on beauty. He wasn't quite sure if she was the perfect Script Writer yet, but he'd deal with that when the time came. For now, however, she suited his needs quite aptly indeed.

[Rhayeqasr]

Ah, so he was in need of a Script Writer. Daevi had no plans of joining a cast, she didn't like to be tied down or feeling obligated to anyone... but this Jiaro had her second guessing her previous beliefs. Something inside her secretly longed to be with him, him and his cast.

She smiled, acknowledging his compliment. Did he want her for other purposes than a position in his cast? She certainly hoped so, though she was reluctant to admit this to herself. The Puppet Master sent chills down her spine, gave her a strange feeling in her stomach. And she loved it, he pleased her lust as well.

"Well, I am unsure of whether I am worthy of a position in your cast," her insecurities showed in every way, she was very cautious. She often wondered if it were possible that Paranoid blood ran through her veins, surely she was more confident than this! "Though, I would consider it, I promise nothing," what was so special about him that actually made her think of joining a cast? She knew that Jiaro may not accept her after all, she knew that he may find a better suited Script Writer. But she was actually hoping that he would allow her part of his Cast, and she was interested. Earlier today she would have laughed at the thought of joining a cast...

"But, for now, I am sure there are more... interesting things we could chat about?" She, herself, was unsure of what she meant by this.

[Vyn]

Jiaro watched her with unnerving closeness, not afraid of intimidating the little Script Writer for he had a feeling she was already ensnared enough to surrender without complaint.

"Of course you're worthy..." He purred out, his voice as dark and chilling as ever, but seductive as well. "If you weren't, I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of hunting you down."

His dark head tilted lightly to the side, curious and thoughtful. She wouldn't actually think of turning him down? No, no one could turn him down. He was a God among the Euclide, who wouldn't want to stand at his side? However, he didn't worry too much on this, time would tell if she would join willingly or if he'd have to force her to. The thought nearly roused a vicious smile from his muzzle but he kept himself in check for the Script Writer's sake.

Her next comment roused a deep pleasure in him. More interesting things, hm? He could think of worlds to do, but to say? That was harder. Finally he let out a low purr and strode closer to her, brushing along her side as he circled the lovely Figment.

"I'm sure...but is there anything specific on your mind?"

[Rhayeqasr]

She smiled, purring ever so softly. Perhaps she had been underestimating herself, she had never dreamed of being offered a spot in a cast lead by such a fine Puppet Master. His words nearly made her melt on the spot, he had been searching for her? Oh, how desire tasted so fine.

"Well, given that you'd except me," her voice had a hint of excitement. She had always longed of trying new things, joining a cast just never crossed her mind. "I would love to join your cast." And she knew that he would hold her to her words, she wasn't one to lie. Besides, she could not dream of disappointing such a fine creature, she doubted if any Euclides could.

Her grin grew, and her eyes showed her desire for him to every one-looker. She had hoped he wouldn't ask her for suggestions, she was to shy to mention what she truly hoped to talk... or do with the handsome Annihilation. "I am a mere Script Writer," she chuckled quietly, smiling at him, "I believe the decisions are up to the Puppet Masters?"

[Vyn]

Jiaro's charming smirk lingered this time, basking in the pleasant pride of watching another femme melt before him. Sure, he was arrogant, but why shouldn't he be? The excitement in her voice was charming, her desire obvious.

"Your company would be most..." A low purr rumbled off his tongue. "desirable." He would indeed keep her to her word, the simple acceptance meant she was his and he'd have it no other way.

Her desire was as obvious as his own, though he never really bothered to hide it. Her words deepened his impish grin and he once again brushed his dark frame against her own.

"Ah, but Script Writer's are supposed to be the brains of the operation, my dear Daevi." Circling her still, he gave her neck a quick nip. "I make the decisions, of course, but you're the one coming up with the plot."

Jiaro chuckled, pausing at last when he came to rest before her. Hollow eyes locked with hers.

"Tell me what you're really thinking, pet... I want to see if your transparent eyes tell the truth."

There was something in his manner which made it quite clear that he knew everything in her mind. That, though, was far from the truth. It was not her mind he saw, but her lust. He'd seen it a million times in his three hundred years and had become quite familiar finding it in even the most reluctant of toys.

[Vyn]

(Finally finished, sorry about the wait.)

[Rhayeqasr]

Oh, he'd outsmarted her on that one. She shook her head, smiling with amusement. "Well, Jiaro, you read me well," she chuckled slightly, oh what a peice of work, this Jiaro. "However, if my eyes show my lust so perfectly, is it really necessary that I admit my desire for you?" Her heart skipped a beat, her honesty shocked her. She could only hope that she had been reading his lust as clearly as he read hers.

Ha, and she thought she was a prize not so easily won? She seemed to have given herself over fairly quickly. No matter, she would enjoy herself anyways. "But, I must admit, you're fast to work your magic," she smiled at him, her words lined with humor. "I had not planned on craving for more than just conversation..." She eyed him, with a smile. She could only be so honest.

She knew that he would have fine Marionettes at his theatre, all of which he would cherish more than she, and, for the moment, she was okay with that. Though, jealousy wasn't something she'd do well with, she was fine with his attentions for now. And, as for now, she no longer put up a struggle to hid her lust, besides, he had caught on, had he not? "Now, tell me, do you only work this magic to get females to bend to your will, or do you genuinly crave their attention?" She said this without any accusation, "Either way..." Another smile lightened her face, and she lowered her eyes toward the ground. Another moment of looking at him may make her knees give.

[Vyn]

Jiaro's devilish grin deepened, of course he did. He read all female's perfectly, or as perfectly as he needed to. With some, they simply weren't worth the bother.

"Not at all necessary, but I admit I like to hear it."

As suave as ever, appearing quite the fiendish gentleman. Not that it was too far off, even men of Jiaro's tastes knew how to treat their women to keep them coming back for more. There was always pleasure in a contented woman, and Jiaro was happy to keep them content. In fact, the only thing that separated him from a cherished mate was that he honestly had no conception of love. Of all emotions, that one was completely lost on the seductive Annihilation.

That, and that Jiaro was never satisfied with just one beauty.

The handsome Puppet Master needed to be surrounded by his favorite toys in order to remain happy. Needed to bask in their desire. What was life without worshipers and adoring little toys? In all truth, it was boring. He'd lived that life before, and he had no plans to back.

The return of her words brought his sly smile dancing back onto his muzzle.

"I see no reason in being bashful about it." He chuckled as well, enjoying her humor. "After all, its far more appealing to be straight forward with things."

Alas, at the moment Jiaro's cast was woefully lacking in ravishing Marionettes. Only his lovely Doll Siyaebi accompanied him about his castle-like theatre. He needed more Marionettes, but they would come in time. For now he would satisfy himself with filling his cast as the Ranks came to him.

He'd have plenty of time to gather a group of the perfect Marionettes.

Of course, jealousy would be a common issue. For the time being he'd take it in stride, no need to concern himself with something that hadn't come to pass though he harbored no illusion that it would possibly be avoided.

Again her words returned Jiaro from his pleasant musings and brought out another devilish smirk, a feature exceptionally common to his dark figure. "To be completely honest, it's a little bit of both." Jiaro made it a point to be mostly honest. Lying had its purposes and could be fun at times, but there were few things more startling than honesty. "Either way, my lovely little pet, I plan to have some fun with you tonight, if you're so willing to indulge yourself with me?"

Leaning forward slightly, Jiaro tilted his gaze upon her, examining every inch of her beautiful frame. How splendid she was, and how delightful it was to be so utterly blunt. Now there was little left to do than see how she would take to his request.

[Rhayeqasr]

Jiaro's smile reflected her own, what a marvelous expression it made on his face. "Well, I'm glad to have that off my chest... no matter how obvious my betraying eyes made it," She giggled, this was, of coarse, sarcasm. She did not have anything to hid from the Puppet Master, and admitting that she wanted his body was no news to him.

The Figment had not surrendered herself to many. She was truly afraid of commitment, afraid of unwanted obligations. But, is it such a crime to cave in on one's lust? Surely it was morally wrong, but was it a crime? Ah, but jealousy most certainly was. Would it be wise to go about with him if she would be jealous of all the other beautiful Euclide he would play with? Envy can drive someone to do crazy things.

The handsome Puppet Master needed to be surrounded by his favorite toys in order to remain happy. Needed to bask in their desire. What was life without worshipers and adoring little toys? In all truth, it was boring. He'd lived that life before, and he had no plans to back.

"Ah, I admire such honesty," she hate lies, she hated secrets. "I'm glad you're straight forward." Her head tilted to one side, smiling at the Puppet Master. His next words were what had her heart racing.

So, he was seducing her, not only to bed, but to his cast? Not that she cared, but she was, again, grateful for the honesty. She'd willing go along with both. "As did I."

She examined the strong Puppet Master as he did the same, she'd have to learn to hid, and control, her lust.