Posted Originally By Character_Morlis Desiderio


He stared at the woman he had loved for more years than he could remember. The woman he had done his best to be faithful too, the only one to ever engender a desire for monogamy within him. She was also the woman who left him, broke his heart, but couldn’t stay away from him forever any more than he could stay away from her. They had remained married decades after they had separated, neither of them willing to sever that final bond. Until now. When the treachery of his first wife’s actions came to light not only did it reveal a daughter they had never known existed but it was also the final nail in the coffin of their relationship.

He had long ago stopped hoping they would reconcile, stopped hoping she would come to understand him and his needs and learn to accept the situation as so many others have done, but still that bond had existed and every decade or so they would meet, remembering why they loved one another. Now their only bond would be through the two daughters they shared, Sadia and Sabina.

And she was taking Sabina away.

For the first several weeks following the arrival of their long lost daughter and the revelation of just what had happened Nimue had remained sedated, incapable of coping with the sense of loss and guilt over having not sensed her sooner. The Lady of Avalon had always been somewhat emotionally fragile but the destruction of her former body and the placement of her soul into a new body had only made it even more so, her emotional fragility now coupled with a delicate and often abstract mental state making her one of the most powerful basket cases he’d ever met.

She was awake now and that basket case had definite ideas on what should be done with Sabina. During the past weeks his youngest daughter had remained within the suite of rooms she had been given, venturing out only when coaxed by someone else, most often Nimue’s middle daughter, Kisa. She was terrified of Desiree, that the woman would track her down and find her and somehow force her to return to the life she shared with the succubus.

He had done his best to reassure her that that would never happen but nothing he said would convince her of it and now Nimue stood before him echoing her concerns. He felt he could protect his daughter, that he would destroy the demon bitch before she ever got close enough to touch her and if he were not present his son was a battle mage of the highest order, his woman Kisa a faery witch who he knew would protect her. No matter the arguments he presented she was insistent that the safest place for Sabina was in Avalon where no one could reach her without the knowledge of how to part the mists to reach the Sacred Isle, or rather, the Avalon of Nimue’s time and era.

Horns locked he refused to budge on his stance but she had gone to Sabina without his knowledge and asked if she would like to go to Avalon where she could get to know her mother and the fae lineage she knew nothing about. He could not look into Nimue’s tortured gaze and deny her the chance to become a part of her daughter’s life. And so it was that he stood outside the portal housed in a bower in the garden not three hours later to bid farewell to his now ex-wife and his newest child.

The family had gathered to see them off, what family was there at the time that is. Antonio, Kisa, and Sadia huddled slightly behind him having given their farewells to their sister. Both girls had spent their time on Avalon. Sadia had departed, not caring for the life of the Avalonian priestess, but Kisa had no such options. She was the daughter of the prophecy and would take over for Nimue one day, in spite of her desire not to be burdened with such a destiny. Madalina was the only child noticeably absent. He had not yet prepared his eldest daughter for all of this just yet. Given her recent proclivity for kidnapping he wanted to do it gently.

Assurances were given that Sabina could and should return whenever she wished, that he would visit her on the Isle often and that he would always be there when she needed him. Each sibling gave their fare well and then mother and daughter passed through the portal, the subsequent violet spark of energy indicating the portal had taken them to Avalon sealing their departure.

He knew where they were, he knew how to find them, but as he watched them leave he knew that Desiree had well and truly succeeded in stealing them from him.

Posted Originally By Character_Morlis Desiderio

Nimue and Sabina were gone, he could not change that any time soon, and he knew his daughter would be safe on the Shining Isle so he set about putting the rest of his house hold to rights after the chaos caused by Sabina’s untimely arrival. One thing that still had gone unhandled was his eldest daughter Madalina. She had not been present in the Villa when Sabina arrived and given the circumstances surrounding her arrival in Aleris, namely her kidnapping and binding of Alidia, he had not had a chance to sit her down and explain that she had another sister and that it was her mother who was responsible for her sister’s disappearance. Madalina already had conflicting emotions regarding her mother since the demoness’ abandonment of her children years before. No doubt she wouldn’t take this well.

Knowing she had returned to Aleris the suite of rooms that belonged to her in the Aleris based Villa had been opened, aired out, and prepared for her arrival. She had been residing at the Palace but now he hoped she would take her place at the Villa with her siblings. Once everything was in readiness he sent a messenger to find his daughter and ask her to come home.

It was in her suite’s sitting room that he waited for her arrival, pacing the plush Persian carpet until he heard her arrival announced. Nerves beset the usually unflappable incubus, his children always bringing out the most emotion within him. Turning as she appeared in the doorway he smiled at the sight of her. She looked so much like him, the dark hair, the eyes, the temperament. She was his eldest daughter and he loved her dearly.

Approaching her he drew her into his arms, holding her for several long moments, her curiosity at being asked to move home obvious but she did not question him until they were settled on the settee in front of the fireplace in her sitting room. She wanted to know what was going on and he was going to tell her. Her hand clasped in his he began to speak. He spoke of Nimue’s visions of an unknown girl and Kisa and Sadia’s assistance in determining who the girl was and in bringing her to the villa.

He saw the range of emotions play across her beautiful features but still he spoke, revealing everything. He would not lie to his children or keep anything from them and given the nature of the situation Madalina had a right to know. He continued to speak, describing Sabina’s arrival at the Villa as well as the subsequent revelations concerning the girls parentage, that he was her Father and Nimue her mother.

Forging on he quickly explained the rest, how it was discovered that the reason they knew nothing of Sabina was the fact the child had been taken the night of her birth, kidnapped, and lied to her entire life while the memories of Morlis and Nimue had been stolen by a demonic incantation preventing them from ever realizing they had a child until Nimue’s fae memories began to warp the incantation to reveal the visions that led them to Sabina.

It was a lot of information to take in, he knew that, all of that was bad enough but he wasn’t done. Not quite yet.

”Sabina is with Nimue on Avalon so she can get to know her mother and to keep her safe. You are welcome to see her any time you would like to meet her but for now she must be protected and Avalon is the most secure place for her. The demoness that took her and trifled with our memories is still out there. Maddie…it was Desiree. It was your mother who did this thing to our family…”

Post originally by Character_Desiree

The little bitch had run. Frankly she didn’t think the girl had had it in her and her lapse in judgment was costing her dearly. She would not be making the same mistake twice and she had every intention of finding Sabina before she found Morlis and the faery bitch that she blamed for the end of her relationship with Morlis. Never mind it was she that left him and their children before he even knew Nimue, in her mind he would have come after her had he not met and married the simpering fae woman.

For weeks now she had tracked Sabina across Italy, always a step behind her as if something or someone was ensuring the half fae half succubus girl stayed out of her grasp. The hell born demoness was nothing if not determined however and she remained on the girl’s trail until it went cold not far from where Desiree knew Morlis kept his Italian Villa.

Trepidation filled her as she neared the home Morlis had kept as a base for his family for the last few centuries. The trail went cold only a five minute walk from the Villa itself and she knew if Morlis was in residence Sabina would have found him without trouble. The blanket the girl had found and taken with her would be all the proof she needed to prove to Morlis and Nimue that she was their daughter. The forest green swaddling blanket had been lovingly embroidered with a celtic knot work border and the Le Fey and Desiderio Family Crests. The love and care Nimue had put into the creation of the blanket was apparent and it was that blasted blanket that had placed her in the position she was in now.

Sabina had found the blanket. For years Desiree had kept her under her thumb with tales of abandonment, forging the idea that the girl had been left with her by parents who had wished nothing to do with her. With no one to tell Sabina any differently she had held the girl entirely in her power and every day she had relished the opportunity to destroy a little more of her self respect, her confidence, and any belief that someone somewhere loved her.

If not for the damned blanket….

Why she had kept the baby blanket she really could not say. It had been foolish of her to do so, she realized that now naturally, but unfortunately she rarely thought about the details and that got her into more trouble than she would have liked. This time she thought she had done everything right, her plan had been flawless and had gone off without a hitch. For 18 years she had kept the girl under her thumb, clueless as to her natural origins with Morlis and Nimue none the wiser until she was ready to reveal what she had done.

The best laid plans and all.....

Sabina's trail may have gone cold but she continued on to the villa to find it empty save for the servants Morlis kept in residence to watch over the place, never knowing when a member of the family would appear. The Italian Villa provided no answers and she knew to ensure that Morlis did not find out what she had done until she was ready she would have to find Morlis and watch for Sabina's arrival.

That meant going to Eternelle Lune. She knew Morlis kept another, identical, villa in the Imperial City of the Eternal Empire. She knew quite a bit about Morlis and his comings and goings, actually. Traveling to Eternelle Lune was easy enough, any hell born demon could open a rift with the right magic and soon she was facing yet another empty home. Devoid of Morlis and his children, this one was inhabited by the concubines he did not wish with him at the time. It was easy enough to enter the dreams of one of them to find Morlis' location and once again she was traveling, each step of her journey making her more and more afraid Sabina had reached him before she did.

That was how she found herself here, in Aleris, standing outside of yet another Villa. He had homes in all the dimensions his family frequented should they need a home or a safe place while they were there. She had come to the last one on the list and from the bright lights that blazed from the opulent villa and the activity she sensed going on within she knew she had found the right place.

Morlis was here. She could feel him even from this distance. Morlis..and his children. Her children. Antonio...Madalina...the children she had so cavalierly left behind. She had never been cut out to be a mother, she had known that, but Morlis had forbidden her from ending the pregnancies. They were not the only ones within the villa, however, and unsure of what she faced she knew she would have to wait, she would have to watch, and bide her time.

She knew one thing, however. Sabina was not there. She could not sense the girls life force in the Villa and knew Morlis would not allow his youngest out of his sight had he been confronted with her existence. Not knowing where else to look for her she decided to rent a small cottage on the other side of Aleris. She would keep watch, waiting for any sign of Sabina within the new city in the hopes he could intercept her before reaching Morlis.

In the meantime...she would have her fun with Morlis and his pathetic little family. She knew he had had another daughter with Nimue, Sadia her sources told her. Her hatred of the girl was instant knowing she was of Nimue's blood. She would destroy Morlis' happy little home if she could. Perhaps all of this had happened for a reason. It was time to take her revenge upon him and his brood for the slight she felt he had dealt her instead of hiding in the shadows, her actions gone unknown to those she sought to harm.

First things first. She would need an ally, perhaps two. Antonio and Madalina. They were her children, full blooded incubi and succubi, and she would play upon the demonic influence within them.

Several days were spent watching the villa and its inhabitants, studying their patterns and it wasn't difficult to discern who Antonio shared his life with. Kisa Le Fey, the name itself revealing just who the girl was. Nimue's daughter. Not only had she lost her husband to that bitch but her son to the bitch's daughter. Just as she was devising dire plans for Sadia she also began to plot against Kisa. How dare they live in what should have been her home? Never mind she had not wanted it when she had had it, it should have been there, waiting for her, should she have changed her mind.

She would most definitely have to put a stop to this. Her son deserved better then the common whore he had taken to his bed. Determined to win her son to her side first she knew she would have to be careful in her approach. Dreams were the playground of her kind and she decided to call to him in his dreams, using the natural bond between mother and son to strengthen the summons.

It started subtly at first. A woman's voice calling to him in his dreams, begging him to find her, to come to her. She kept the images he received vague at first but no doubt he would not recognize her image. He had not seen her since he was a small child but on the off chance he would she kept her face shrouded in mystery. Night after night she appeared in his dreams, calling his name. Eventually she would reveal herself to him but for now....

For now she was enjoying herself. The confusion she sensed in his dreams only amused her. Along with her shortsightedness, Desiree often underestimated those she toyed with. Even if she didn't it no doubt would not have stopped her.

She always did love a good game of cat and mouse.

Post originally by Character_Desiree

Subtly and subterfuge had never been her strong point. In fact, the devious plot she managed to plan out and execute regarding Sabina's abduction and Morlis and Nimue's memory loss was perhaps the one and only time she had employed either of those traits. She got impatient. That was always her downfall. Her plans for the Desiderio Family had started out subtly enough but when calling to Antonio in his sleep did not yield immediate results she grew impatient with her plan and decided to become more daring.

She wanted Antonio and Madalina on her side, that was a given. Seeing his two eldest children siding with her would destroy Morlis and more than once she fantasized about the look on his face when he saw them standing at her side. Unfortunately Antonio was resisting the call in his dreams and she knew she would have to step up her game but first...first she wanted to sew a little dissention in the household, in his relationship with the feline bitch and with his half fae bitch sister.

There was no blood tie between herself and Kisa and Sadia so she would need another means to reach them. Even Desiree knew it would be foolish to enter the Villa. The protective wards placed about the villa by her son would detect her presence instantly and if they did not, Morlis would once she was in the same home as him. It would be suicide to try to enter the Villa right now and as such she sought another point of entrance.

Servants.

No servant is so loyal that they can not be bought for the right price, or manipulated by the right demoness. The concubines were out, especially Tessa, as their blind loyalty to Morlis would make them risky at best. The gods were smiling on her little venture, however, when she spotted one of the house boys wandering the market on his day off. It took little to no effort to seduce the teenaged boy back to her room and an hour later he was so ensnared in her thrall he would have slit his own throat had she asked it of him.

"Bring me something that belongs to the Lady's Sadia and Kisa...something personal..." she crooned and with a lustful smile and glazed over eyes he agreed and returned to the villa to do just as she said.

The family was a busy one and often the Villa was empty or nearly so. Sadia spent a good portion of her time with Revon and not all of it was spent in her bedroom. Some of it was spent in his as well! With their respective duties it was not rare at all for Kisa and Antonio's chambers to be empty but the house boy knew he would find what he needed in Kisa's private quarters, the room adjoining the master bedroom that had been converted into a workroom for the feline fae as she and Antonio shared the bedroom.

He was in and out of Sadia's room in less than ten minutes, a delicate silver pendant with an emerald stone, obviously of celtic fae design, clutched in his hands. Nearing Kisa's room he hesitated. He knew the sidhe wasn't home but one never knew where Rain was and the creation was as loyal to Kisa in her way as she was to Antonio and should she find him there the assassin would, and could, easily kill him.

With a deep breath he ducked into her room, eyes darting around to ensure he was alone before he began searching the table tops for something he could grab quickly. Luck was on his side as it turned out, a stunning diamond, ruby, and onyx pendant depicting the celtic cat goddess was sitting atop her dressing table just waiting to be snatched up. Taking up the necklace he tucked both items in a pocket and left as quickly as he could.

As he departed the Villa for Desiree's dwelling nerves began to set in, overriding the lust spell she had woven around him. He had been careful, true, but they were supernatural beings while he was just a human. They could, and most likely would, sense that someone had been in their rooms rifling through their things. Kisa was a cat, she could track his scent and once his actions were discovered he knew the family would take great pleasure in ending his life.

He needn't have worried.


The moment Desiree opened the cottage door he again fell under her spell, allowing her to lead him into her bedroom where he showed her what he had managed to take from both women. She seemed pleased with his choices, thrilled in fact, but he was too far gone under her spell to make any sense out of her mutterings of revenge and dream spells. He only wanted the reward she had promised him and soon she was joining him on the bed, straddling his hips until his length was buried deeply within her. As she rode him she gazed down at him, her dark eyes glowing a hellish red as she spoke.

"You did well my pet, but I can not have them tracing you back to me. When the items go missing they will find out who took them and I can not take the chance that you will crack under the pressure."

He knew something was wrong, he knew this was not the reward he had been hoping for, but the web of lust was so tightly wound around him at this point that he could think of nothing more than thrusting into her body. He was driven by a force not his own, a desire to fuck her that was not born of natural passion and with each thrust he grew weaker, his skin beginning to gray until he finally he reached his physical fulfillment and died in her arms.

Rolling off of the dead man in her bed the demoness stretched, a lustful smile curling her lips as she rose and slipped on her robe. He had carried more energy than she had anticipated and she was feeling well fed. He had been a necessary sacrifice for more than one reason. She was being honest when she had informed him he was a liability to her plan but she had also needed the strength his death would give her to enact the next stage in her plan.

She would up her pressure on Antonio, that went without saying, but it was time to start in on Kisa and Sadia as well and as her eyes passed over the two pieces of jewelry obtained for her by the now dead house boy she knew she would begin the next stages of her attack the following night. A malicious smile curved over her lush lips as she trailed her fingers over first one pendant than the other.

"I hope you sleep well tonight..it is the last night you ever will."

Posted Originally By Character_Bridget Le Fey


If there was ever a person that could sleep neatly, it was not Sadia Desiderio. Sadia was probably one of the messiest sleepers of all time, as the covers were bunched everywhere, but mostly on the floor. Granted, however... Sadia had been having a bit more company in her bed than usual. But not by different men, ohh no. No men at all, actually.

A Catkin.

Ahh, yes. Her very own kitten that played with her, cuddled her, and made her feel -- alright, so, that's getting a little weird. Let's just say this Catkin, Revon, was sometimes more pet than Sadia could actually handle.

Rolling over in her messy bed, her arms brushed up against a warm body that she knew was Revon's, and she smiled. Actually smiled! Can you believe it? Sadia Desiderio wasn't complaining about some oaf being in her bed beside her, taking all of the covers and stealing all of her warmth. Her long, slender fingers pushed into the Catkin's hair, scratching behind his ears affectionately to wake him up. She was sure that he was all tuckered out from the night... no.. week before, but that didn't mean that she didn't want him awake with her.

After a few minutes of trying to rouse the catboy, and failing, she frowned, huffed, and got out of bed to try to intentionally make a good bit of noise -- that would wake him for sure. So, throwing a green (go figure; everyday was Saint Patick's Day) robe over her shoulders, she kicked around a few things: chairs, shoes, boots, bottles, anything that happened to be on the floor. Every time she made a new, louder noise she turned around hopefully to see if she'd even stirred him a little. All the poor half fae got was a little purring and a flick of an ear.

"He'll never wake up," Sadia huffed. With nothing to do, she decided that she would try to doll herself up a little in the event that Revon woke up at all. He always thought that she was pretty, even on her worst days -- but Sadia rarely had any of those. After just a few more kicks to the chair at her dresser, she slid the piece of furniture noisily back to it's normal place and sat down to look in the mirror. Ahh.. Her face looked terrible. "I should really start taking all this make up off at night. It looks like a stampede of.. mascara-monsters trampled my face."

It probably wasn't -that- bad, but Sadia was known for dramatics! But.. Something seemed wrong. Frowning again, she looked around to see if she had forgotten something. No underwear.. but she hadn't really wanted to put any on. She hadn't even pulled her make up out yet, so what -- then she saw it.

Her pendant was missing. Frowning more deeply, she thought back to the night before. She was sure she'd seen it; knew she'd seen it. "It was right there.." She pointed to the box that she normally put it in and it was empty. Her first thoughts were that she'd knocked it off, but there was no way she could have.

Revon.. "No." She shook her head and looked back at him. "He wouldn't have taken it..." her forehead was stitched with concern. "..right?" Before she even knew what she was doing, she was over at his side of the bed looking through all of the clothes he'd shed the night before. But she trusted him, didn't she?

He could've taken it while you were sleeping. He wouldn't have and couldn't have. I mean, look at him. How do you know he's not faking it? He's not. Why would he take something so important to me? Why wouldn't he?

The questions kept piling up and ringing in Sadia's delicate ears until finally she had to put her hands over them and shake them out. She would talk to Revon when he woke up... But he needed to be awake right at that moment...

Sadia was going crazy.

Post originally by Character_Desiree

She had much to do and the timeline in which to accomplish her goals was diminishing by the hour. She would need to move on Antonio soon but first she needed to sew some dissention in the household, give him a reason to wish to leave his family behind. And she really just wanted to fuck with Nimue’s daughters. Sadia was special though, she was also Morlis’, so when the succubus prepared to invade the dreams of one of the sisters that night, it was Sadia she chose as her initial target.

It was far easier for a succubus to enter the dreams of men as they were their natural targets. Unless, of course, the succubus had a blood connection or something to link her to the woman in question. That evening as Desiree prepared to enter the dreamscape and subsequently Sadia’s dreams and subconscious she clasped the pilfered pendant around her neck, the emerald nestling between her breasts as she laid back upon her bed and closed her eyes, needing only a few brief moments to shift her own consciousness into the dreamscape, the pendant around her neck resonating with Sadia’s energy. It was like a beacon and led her directly to the sleeping half breed.

Unfortunately she did not remain asleep long enough. The demoness had only just touched the dreams belonging to the half fae, just long enough to see a man’s image in her thoughts and pick up a single name; Revon. She discovered Sadia to be a far lighter sleeper than anticipated and within moments she had awoken, frustration igniting within the demoness as her tenuous grasp on Sadia’s dream mind broke. She did not come away from the encounter empty handed, however, and focusing on the image of the man she had seen in Sadia’s thoughts she repeated the name over and over into the aether surrounding her. He was male, she needed no such link to enter his dreams, and a picture and a name made finding him demonic child’s play.

She settled into Revon’s dreamscape just as Sadia began making noise in an attempt to wake him. If not for the succubus’ attempts at keeping him asleep he would no doubt have awoken within moments. Awww..how sweet. He was dreaming of Sadia. The jaded succubus sneered at the sight of his dream self attempting to seduce the temperamental half breed. Nauseating though it was, it played into her plans quite perfectly and with seamless skill born of centuries of toying with people’s dreams she placed herself in the dream Sadia’s place, her own appearance altering to match that of Sadia’s flawlessly. In the dream world she could accomplish anything, at least in her own mind.

Within moments she had seized control of the dream and was now controlling what Revon saw and experienced. In the dream Sadia became more aggressive sexually, rolling in his arms until she straddled him, their bodies intimately joined as she began to leech off of the sexual energy created by him as a result. Not only would she toy with his dreams, she’d feed off of his energy as well.

Leaning over him she gazed into his eyes, letting him see Sadia’s lovely face flushed with passion moving over him before letting out a soft laugh. Lowering herself she pressed her lips to his ear and cooed seductively…

”You’re great in the sack cat-boy, but do you really think you’ll ever be anything more?”

In the few moments that she had controlled his dreamscape she had been able to access the nightmares that hovered at the edges, waiting for a chance to sweep in and take over the dream. The sense of abandonment, loss, and inadequacy were at the forefront and she quickly capitalized on them. She would need to dig a little deeper and find out the source of said feelings if she was truly going to stick the knife in and break it off, but this would do for now.

Now..how much more could she do before that little twit succeeded in waking him up….?

Post originally by Character_Revon

Sadia. The object of his desire, his passion, his love. His life had changed quite a bit over the past few weeks -- all due to this insane woman. He had always led a life that was less than stable, but if there was anything Revon excelled at, it was adaptability. So now he lived with Sadia, and had regular contact with her kin. While the second seemed to be rather dangerous, he didn't mind so much. She was his life now.

That was the thought that ran through his head as Sadia straddled his hips. While this certainly wasn't the first time she had ridden him, it wasn't quite the same. It still felt good, but something was off. Something he couldn't quite place. That wasn't going to stop him, however, and he meant to enjoy her.

That was... until she leaned forward and whispered "You’re great in the sack cat-boy, but do you really think you’ll ever be anything more?" A jolt. It went through his body, bringing with it a numbing of the pleasure. That comment had hurt him -- more than he guessed she knew. He assumed she was just caught up in the moment and had embraced whatever words came to her lips. Still. It had hurt. Revon didn't like being hurt.

He let out a vicious hiss, and forced himself back on top of her. He embraced his more aggressive and animalistic nature and said, "Then I'll have to fuck you until that changes." While he knew, or at least thought he knew, that she didn't mean her words, he was still hurt. He would forgive her, but not before he achieved vengeance in his own little way.

Posted Originally By Character_Kisa Le Fey


It was night by the time she returned to the Villa, her appearance so drastically altered she was stopped at the door by the night duty watchman. Now that everyone knew who was really the eyes and ears behind the paper she had taken to disguising herself when in public. It was amazing how quickly people clammed up and started behaving properly when they saw her coming. Dropping the fae glamour enchantment that turned her hair and eyes black and her skin olive toned she revealed herself to the doorman, assuring him she was in fact Lady Kisa and not an imposter. Still clad in the torn jeans and sleeveless shirt advertising and old Earth punk band she headed upstairs to the suite she shared with Antonio and quickly retreated to her personal chamber, intending to change before Antonio arrived home. Calypso and Larisa only knew how long he would be in conference with King Alerion but hopefully it would be long enough for her to doll up a bit.

She loved her room and loved Antonio for generously letting her do with the space as she pleased. They lived in a multi room suite within the Villa and her room was the bedroom that in a traditional situation would have been the wife’s bedchamber. Since she shared a room with Antonio and always slept at his side he had given her leave to do with the room as she pleased and it had become part dressing room, sitting room, work and spell room…it was her own private little world and she loved it. She’d gone all out with the furnishing, everything silk and velvet covered and plush to the point of over stuffed, a chaise lounge in on a plush rug in front of the fire, a round wooden table laden with a silver cauldron and strewn with random herbs and tools, all in jewel hued tones with silver and gold accents. A vanity set across the room next to the arched doorway that led to her actual dressing room, closet, and bathroom.

She had just stepped into the room and kicked off her boots when an odd scent hit her and she went instantly still, her head cocked as though trying to identify the source of what had disturbed her. Slowly her glowing emerald gaze took in the room, searching for an alien presence in her space but saw nothing that should have alarmed her as it had. Slowly her body eased but she did not relax, her attention honed and razor sharp as she inhaled, again seeking the fading scent. A male had been in her room..and it wasn’t Antonio. Just then four multi colored streaks of light raced into the room and circled her, each of them speaking in voices so high it could potentially harm the ears.

”Someone has been in here…Moth, Peaseblossom, search my things, make sure ~nothing~ is missing. Cobweb, search the bedroom and Mustardseed…find the Duke.”

She did not just suspect someone had been in her room, she ~knew~ it, and was not about to let it go until she knew who had been stupid enough to invade her space. The small pixies darted about their assigned tasks and she went to help Moth and Peaseblossom, searching every inch of her room for something out of place though everything seemed fine. If it weren’t for that lingering scent…she knew without a doubt her room had been broken in to, but by whom and for what she still did not know.

Several minutes later Moth returned, shimmering strands of pixie dust falling to coat the floor in her wake, an obvious sign of agitation.

”Lady Kisa…your necklace, given to you by Duke Antonio..the pendant of the celtic cat goddess…it is gone.”

The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface erupted in all its tempestuous fae glory and the cait sidhe let everyone within hearing distance, and probably beyond it, just how angry she was. The shout of anger ricocheted off of the walls as the door to her room crashed open, smashing into the wall as she emerged into the hallway, her angry voice demanding the presence of the entire household. Cat’s green eyes had taken on the glowing green hue of faery fire and tendrils of green flame licked at her fingertips. It was rare she summoned the faery fire as she had little control over it just yet…few knew she even wielded it…but she was pissed off now and that soon the entire household knew it as her words echoed through the hallways.

”I would LOVE to know how an man waltzes into a woman’s bedroom and robs her blind without an entire HOUSEHOLD seeing anything!! Get ye arses out here! Gather everyone…and gods be wi’the fool who be missin’!”

Posted Originally By Character_Bridget Le Fey


Elegant was not a word used to described Sadia very often, but the way she waited for Revon to wake up hinted at such a thing. One leg crossed over the other as she sat at her dresser, foot bouncing patiently for any sign of movement. There was none for the moment -- so why not go into the loo to freshen up a bit? It would be a good way to waste a bit of time, she supposed. After all... it didn't really look as though Revon would be waking up any time soon. So, after another moment of just watching the Catkin, she sighed, stood up and walked into the bathroom.

Sadia's room was a disaster area; clothes were always all over the floor before the maids cleaned it all up, there were spots on the carpet from where she'd spilled things (hopefully), and a messy pile of books in the corner that never seemed to be bothered with -- probably because they smelled old and funny. But, that was Sadia's room. Her bathroom, however, was quite another story. The wallpaper was rather plain -- a simple ivory, but it was clean at least. The toilet, shower, and quite luxurious bathtub were all black, so if ever there were any scum, it was difficult to see for at least a few weeks. Had it been a more relaxing time, Sadia would have less reluctantly chosen the bathtub... but she chose it anyway.

After disrobing, the troubled half-fae started the water in the bathtub and watched the water as it filled rather quickly. If there was anything the woman thanked her father for, it was for this wonderful contraption. And her birth, of course. Once the tub was full, she slithered into the hot water to release all of the tension she'd been doused with that morning and relaxed back against the edge of the cool porcelain, closing her eyes to sink into her thoughts.

Where could I have possibly left that thing? Revon couldn't have taken it because we were at his place last night and came back here to crash. Unless he woke up, of course. But he couldn't have! He didn't even know it was there or that it even existed. I might be a heavy sleeper, but I'd have felt him get up out of bed. Oh man.. if Ma finds out I lost that damn pendant she's going to be super pissed. I don't even know what I'd tell her. But.. I guess it wouldn't be wrong to ask Revon if he'd seen it. He would surely be honest abou-- Mumbling startled the woman out of her thoughts as well as the sound of thrashing, then the sound of broken glass.

"Shit," was the only thing Sadia muttered as she jumped up out of the bathtub, nearly falling over in the process, slid across the tile floor to the bathroom door stark naked and dripping with water. Upon skidding arrival, she flung the door open to see Revon tangling himself in the sheets, a broken glass on the floor beside him. The sight was comical at first... but Sadia realized that Revon's breathing was labored and she could feel his energy being sapped by something -- and that something wasn't her.

"Revon!" she yelled, running over to his side, leaning over to see what was wrong. She didn't mind the glass that stung the bottom of her soft feet -- Revon must have knocked it off of the bedstand -- she only cared about what was happening to her Catkin, her Revon. "Revon! You've got to wake up!" Her wet hands grabbed hold to either of his shoulders and she shook him, trying desperately but calmly to wake him up. "You're dreaming! Wake up! Please! Wake up!" At this point, Sadia was panicking. What could she do? What could she possibly fucking do? Then it came to her.

Water. Cats hate water. Running across the room and back into the bathroom, she grabbed up the black metal container that held her toothbrush and darted over to the bathtub to fill it with water. Once done, she turned back -- a bit too fast, for as soon as she turned, her ass hit the floor. But! She managed to keep the water in the container! "FUCKING OW." She screamed as she scrambled back up and into the bedroom.

He was still thrashing around, but he was getting weaker and weaker; she could feel it. Then, once she got a good shot at his face, -SPLASH-. There was little more thrashing involved as Revon shot up out of the bed, hissing, snarling and shaking his head, fully awake.

"Good GODS, you goddamn cat. What the hell were you--" and then she heard Kisa screaming distinctly. Looking toward the door of her bedroom, she winced and looked back at Revon who seemed to still be gathering his senses. Shoulda waited a few seconds. That kitty would've woken him up with that scream. Instead of hissing and snarling, he'd conceded to rubbing his eyes and flicking his dripping wet ears. Sadia was still butt ass naked, too, but she didn't care. Once she saw her Catkin awake and well, she leaped onto the bed and pelted him with kisses.

"Gods, I was so worried about you! What was happening?! What were you dreaming, kitty?" Whereas she'd called him "kitty" in a degrading way before, it was rather petlike and affectionate at that moment. The kisses didn't cease until Sadia came to a sudden realization: she was still naked. So, covering up with the sheets, she looked at him expectantly, seeing how tired he looked all of a sudden, and frowned. Someone had been dream sexing Revon -- and Sadia didn't like that at all.