Melodia Della Morte (Njambi/Phantikaeja)

[Vyn]

Doggedly ignoring the unspoken fact that he was truly growing fond of another being, that his kindness (if that was what it could be called) to Kaeja was not an act but an honest response, he forced himself to believe that he'd done everything for the sake of the thrill which came with waiting and this final release. With hungry eyes, he watched Phantikaeja crumble with growing delight until at last unconsciousness swept the bebe away.

The simplicity of driving the boy over the edge was at once disappointing and thrilling. Disappointing because his game had not been nearly as intense as it could've become; and thrilling because he'd drive the boy so far and with such simple actions. From Kaeja's momentary swoon to this complete collapse, he'd done quite the job with this boy.

With his body shuddering with satisfaction and arousal coursing through his veins, Njambi didn't know how he was going to gather his thoughts and deal with the situation he'd inadvertently gotten himself into. Now that his fun was done, he was left with an unconscious babe and the pressure of being a responsible Director driving him to the decision that he could not just leave Kaeja as he would've abandoned most.

Out here in the open streets of the City Square Kaeja was equally at risk of being kidnapped by humans, killed by Amuni crusaders, or eaten by Cannibals. None of which Njambi would allow to happen to him.

Shaking his head lightly, Njambi came to a decision and lept onto the fountain's ledge. He'd start with a splash of water, hopefully enough to rouse the boy, and if it wasn't, then he'd continue from there.

_{Njambi: 15 / 15 [COMPLETE]}

[Kitty Love]

Phantikaeja was terribly easy to overwhelm, he just didn't deal with others well. For all the talent he possessed, he'd never be able to perform in front of a crowd because every time he tried, he choked. His Martyr guardian had tried his best to help him, but it was a losing battle. Kaeja would just never receive the recognition he deserved, and that was that. He was terribly ashamed of himself, acting like a lowly puppet and all, but he just couldn't help it. In all honestly other Euclides were scary, but that might change when he was older, bigger and hopefully not so weak. He wanted to change so very much. And lying here, unconscious on the cobblestones was NOT the way to do it.

When a splash of water hit his face he crinkled his nose and those hollow orbs flickered open and, upon seeing Njambi, shut tight. Oh gods he was still here, how utterly ... embarrassing! He covered his face with his paws again, trying desperately to hide that shade of pink that was growing on his cheeks, cursed white fur, it hid nothing. His fluffy tail danced behind him in mild frustration, surely he was making a bad impression on this charming Directer. Which he was quite sure would just skitter off now that he'd done his 'duty' in making sure he wasn't eaten, maimed or kidnapped.

He muttered something under his breath, something that would sound very much like 'blast it all.'

[Vyn]

The patchwork Director was having far too good of a time to simply abandon Phantikaeja now that his duty of protector was over. No, now he could simply return to the pleasures of being the boy's tormentor as well. The momentary glimpse of hollow orbs that signified his little 'toy' had reawoken brought a grin to his features and Njambi smoothly leapt from the fountain's edge to land directly before the blushing Puppeteer.

Although he figured he should let the little feline recover from his fainting spell, Njambi couldn't help but tease him again. The sight of Kaeja squirming was simply too tantalizing to pass up. So, with a sadistic grin upon his maw, the feline leaned in close once more. His warm breath was felt against the lovely siren's ear, his muzzle even brushing the furred cartilage.

"My, my Kaeja... All that over a brush of noses?" He purred out, chuckling teasingly. "It makes me wonder what a kiss might do to you."

[Kitty Love]

Auditories flickered at the sound of paws meeting the cobblestones, surely he'd been right and Njambi was now making his way off to tease some other soul. He had no present desire to peer out again until he was sure the Director had truly gone, so those paws remained where they were. But oh, Kaeja had been rather wrong for it seemed he was much more interesting to the other then he had initially thought. This was confirmed as a warm rush of breath danced over his ear, sending a shiver down his spine and adding a poof to his tail. He was quite the easy target wasn't he?

Another audible swallow came before the whispers in his ear. A combination of the other's words and the almost tickling sensation of his warm breath caused Phantikaeja's fur to bristle all down his spine and, if it were possible, that rather fetching shade of red deepened which caused him to clamp his paws down more on his face, trying desperately to hide.

[Vyn]

Njambi was chuckling on the inside and purring on the out, remaining seductively close to Kaeja all the while. The boy was most definitely an easy target and Njambi wasn't about to let his new prize go, oh no. The Kaej's attempt to further fight Njambi's seductive charm was only making it worse on himself for it'd make the older patchwork persist even harder. He wanted a reaction, he wanted his thrill...but most of all, he wanted to see Kaeja's pretty face again.

"Come now, why are you hiding? You've got such a lovely face, you should show it off, Kaeja." As he spoke his breath once again tickled the bebe's ear, tantalizingly closer and oh-so seductive. He wasn't just going to stand by idly and let Kaeja cower, a fact he made more than clear within moments of his teasing statement.

Slowly and without proper warning, Njambi's tongue escaped the confines of his muzzle and teasingly brushed the shell of Kaeja's ear. Lacing shame for his actions, Njambi's tongue continued to tease Kaej's furred auditory with laps that grew less teasing and more erotic.

He'd like to see Kaeja continue to hide from him now.

[Kitty Love]

Where Death types were generally cool and fairly stoic, Music types were much the opposite, some even prone to near schizophrenic behaviors. But what of one whom walks the thin line between the two? A perfectly blended mix of Death and Music? One of fragile mind and body? A breaking point, one which came sooner then most others for it really was a miracle that he'd lasted this long. The bebe hadn't been exposed to this type of... er... torment? Flattery? Temptation?

Well, whatever it was, it struck him whilst he was there cowering at the paws of the only other being besides his mentor whom had stayed through his neurotic outbursts. Well, he was about to be rewarded for his efforts for something snapped in the shy little kitten and his persona did a near three hundred and sixty degree turn.

First a smirk crept across that finely featured muzzle, hidden beneath those delicate looking paws, his muscles soon loosening up and relaxing as his tail curled into a delightful little half circle. Slowly he lowered a paw, exposing one of those empty orbs which seemed to take on the demeanor of his smirk in some way, somewhere down below the milky surface only to be temporarily lidded as he winked at the other boy, a devilish purr beginning to resound from the feline's throat.