Yurko has a very nice and fancy room. It's mostly done in gothic styles, seeming to linger toward images of death and shadow. Yurko in his white outfit and long silver hair stands out as a contrast to the darkness of the rest of the room. He turns suddenly feeling the presence of another enter his room. The air itself seems to **** and everything begins to glow that same soft purple that Naomi and Nick experianced the night before. Yurko had every intention of hidding for the next week or two, maybe even the next centry or two, so he is not happy at all at having company. He's even less happy when he sees who it is. He tries to slip into the spirit realm before it's too late, but is not in time. He tries various other means to leave the room as well since the doors and windows seem to be missing, but they all fail. "Mekehlee! This isn't funny!"
Synderix locks her gaze onto Yurko for a brief moment before trying to call onto the shadows to take her from this place.. Though they dont' come.. She can't even feel them within her veins.. A growl begins to form into her throat.. She hears Yurko yelling at Mekehlee.. She should have known something was up when the purple came into her room.. Arms quickly dash outwards, fingers drawing the robe closer to her form attempting to cover as much as possible.."Mekehlee! Stop this! " What a time.. Right when she thought she would have relax, it vanishes.. And, of course Mekehlee picks when she has the least on.. At least it wasn't when she was bathing that she was transported..
Yurko waits a moment or two, but nothing has stopped and he still can not leave the room. He sighs once more and walks over to his table where he has one of those magical little pixie spheres that does all sorts of things, including call for help and teleporting. As soon as he reaches out for it however, it turns into a purple gel and splatters the table, loosing it's spherical shape. Some of the gel spashes on Yurko. "Gah!" He wipes it off and decides to try a different tactic. "Zelda!" He waits a few more moments and still nothing happens. Mekehlee has blocked the room from spells. He turns on Synderix, needing someone physical to blame. "This is all your fault!"
Synderix quickly strikes a glare towards Yurko as the growl grows. "How the hell is this my fault?! I was sitting in MY tower reading a book! I did nothing to bring this on! " Her legs bend to fold against one another, continuing her best to stay covered.. Her body lightly shifts its weight to lean against the two walls that go into a corner where she is seated.. The last thing she wanted was Yurko getting a peek.. She felt uncomfortable as it is being in the same room as him, let alone in what she's wearing..
Yurko notices every time some skin peeks through her robe and it only helps to piss him off more. His body and heart are not in agreement and he doesn't know how to handle that, it's never happened to him before. His one and only one night stand was with Zelda, and he's never harbored any hatred toward her before or after that, so it's not really the same thing. He narrows his eyes at Synderix as if he doesn't believe her, though logic tells him she's as trapped as he is. His mind and heart are not in agreement right now either. He's got a whole little war raging within himself. "Get out!" His eyes trail to where the door once was, but then snap back to Synderix. No one will miss him for a long time, maybe even days.
Synderix's throat begins to vibrate even more, the growl growing.. "I tried you idiot! You think I would be just sitting here without trying to get out of her!?" She shifts a bit more, curling tighter into herself, her arms coming to coiln into one another over her chest area as she lowers her head a bit, reverting her eyes from Yurko and looking down at nothing in particular.. The growing of uneasiness continued as it was apparent by her actions of continuing to try to cover herself to the best of her abilities.. Mekehlee was probably getting a kick out of this.. Her gaze quickly struck up as she scanned the room once more, "Mekhelee! "
Yurko steps over to another table of his and takes something off the table, dropping it in a drawer. It was a small statue of a woman, but from the distance Syn was she wouldn't have been able to tell anything more about it. "He told me this place was safe." He mutters under his breath. He turns again, rather suddenly toward Synderix and waves a hand in the air as if trying some sort of magic. He growls as whatever he tried did not work. He frowns and looks over her once more, wondering what she's wearing or not wearing under her robe. He screams in rage at himself, Syn, and Mekehlee and turns to sit on the edge of his bed, his hands going to his head. "Damn you all!"
Synderix catches the look that Yurko was giving to her as she once more turns her glare towards him.. "Stop looking at me!" Fustration grew as she once more pulled down the material the best she can.. It was something she usually wore before slipping into bed with Kayos, after that it was off.. Therefore why it was so slinky and barely covering anything of her.. Her psionics were even blocked, there was no way for her to call for help even then.. Her gaze once more shifted to where the door once was knowing it would be just a waste of breath to even yell out for anything.. She was stuck her, though no one probably would notice her either for days.. Maybe Kayos, but then he could just figure she was busy.. She planned to take a few days off just this morning and already alerted of it..
Yurko stands and storms over to Synderix. "What did you say to Mekehlee to make her think this would be funny?" He knows it can't be his fault, it's always hers. He likes the good old days when Mekehlee would only pick on Kayos. Guess he never should have tried to kill her. Too late for regrets now. And he realizes this might be Mekehlee's way of getting revenge on him, since Kayos won't let her kill him. But it's just so much easier to blame Synderix."And why aren't you wearing anything?" He looks at her in total disgust, even though his hormones are raging in ways that don't match his heart and mind.
Synderix was never one to like someone standing over her, it felt too much like a challenge. Her physique quickly stood up to face him, arms still coiled over her chest for a moment before dipping down to try to hold the robe together. "I haven't even talked to Mekehlee for a long time! You must have done this! " An slid back as digits curled into a fist only to strike out at him. A small purple fuzz surrounding the area of Yurko that she aimed for preventing to go any farther.. " Damnit! " Her arm retreated quickly going back to work keeping herself covered.. " I am wearing something! I was ALONE! I wasn't going anywhere! I wasn't having anyone over! Do you think I would just lounge around in what I wear during the day!? "
Yurko lounges around in what he wears durring the day. He too was alone but has several layers of clothing on. He looks at her hand that she tries to hit him with and gives a puzzled look. He decides to try himself. Maybe Mekehlee is apologizing for what she did earlier and has stuck Synderix in here so he could beat the crap out of her. He raises his hand and attempt to backhand Synderix across the face, but gets about the same results. "What the hell is going on? I don't understand why she'd do this to us." He sounds annoyed and confused. His eyes narrow suddenly. "Unless Kayos told her to. I hear he likes to lock enemies in a room until they make friends."
Synderix leans a bit back against the wall, she felt like a rat trapped in a cage.. She didn't want to be here.. Not with him at least.. "I doubt Kayos had a hand in this.. He knows better than to mess with me in this type of way.. " She smirked lightly as her her arms came to coil over her chest, one leg drapping over the other as most of her weight was leant against the wall.. Kayos would be too jealous to let this happen.. Locking her in a room with a man in what she's wearing.. "Mekehlee is out there somewhere.. Watching this and laughing her ass off.. " Her gaze shifted towards where the windows were.. "Instead of figuring out why this happened, we should be concentrating on how the hell to get out of this.."
Yurko drops his hand back down to his side and lets out another annoyed little demonic growl. He doesn't really feel as in big of a hurry to get out. Maybe if he can't hurt her physically, he can find other ways to hurt her. "Do you really think Kayos cares? Look what he did to his own best friend. A guy he's knowns for centuries. He's just met you." Yurko shrugs as if to say that Synderix is no big deal. "You're just another notch on his belt." His voice again drips with disgust for what Synderix is, or maybe it's just who she is, but either way it works here.
Synderix's growl slowly fades as emotions were wiped from her features.. She appeared calm.. Almost too calm.. " I could care less what he thinks of me.. I just doubted that he take a risk of loosing an ally this close to the war breaking out.. But, I could be wrong. It doesn't matter either way. " A simple roll of the shoulders would present a shrug as she continued to scan around the room searching for Mekehlee.. She probably was around here somewhere.. A fly.. a mouse.. something.. Another smirk came from her.. "Why did you let this happen anyways? Aren't you suppose to be off working or something? Not cooped up in a damn bedroom waiting for Mekehlee to play a trick.. "
Yurko doesn't look around the room, he keeps his eyes trained on Synderix. "What does he care about allies? That didn't stop him from getting rid of Dacklyn did it?" Yurko has no real idea where Synderix or Kayos stand among the High Powers right now, so he'll just try whatever sounds good first. "You sure you're on the right side? It looks like Kayos is gonna change sides and go with Gywndolyn against Erconi." And that's not that big of a stretch either. Kayos lost his friendship with Erconi's brother Dacklyn, but gained friendship with Gwyn's brother, Sol. "Alliance, friendship. . .it's the same thing isnt' it? Both require trust. You really that sure you can trust Kayos?" Something in his tone might give away that not even he trusts Kayos that well, if she's listening for it close enough.
Synderix allows her gaze to look back onto Yurko.. "You don't have any position to have this conversation with me. You have no idea of my plans nor will I reveal them to you. If a fight is what you seek, find it elsewhere. The only fight I wish to have with you is physical and that can't happen right now. " Once more did her gaze shift as she narrowed them down onto the puddle of purple that was left behind from the sphere. "Mekehlee! Let me out! This isn't funny! It's ANNOYING!" The growl developed itself once more for a few seconds before retreating back into silence.
Yurko looks her over once more a she mentions that she only wants to fight physical. His mind deffently does not picture the same thing she had in mind. "Afraid you don't have the intelligance to battle any other way?" He turns his gaze away from her as if the mere sight of her is disgusting to look at. "I woldn't touch you if my life depended on it!" But then suddenly he gets an idea. "If we both sit still and say nothing more, she'll get bored and go away." And hopefully, she'll take her magic blocks with her. Never can tell with Mekehlee.
Synderix smirks once more as she turns her gaze for a moment onto Yurko. "No, I'd rather see you dead and your blood spilled out across the floor. " A shudder crosses her physique as she slides back down onto the ground in a sitting position. "You would die before laying a hand anywhere near me. " Her arms once more slipping across her physique in order to cover herself.. "Then shut up."
Yurko glares at Synderix, not liking how she felt the need to have the last word, but if he says something, then she'll say something and he's got to prove he's strong enough to break from this prison. He looks away from her again and sighs, annoyed. He knows he can sit it out a lot longer than Mekehlee can. Maybe he'll even go to bed and sleep it off. Syn could then leave on her own when the spell lifted. He glances back at Syn again and his eyes go wide with shock. He no longer sees Synderix there. He looks away and then back as if to test what he is seeing. He has an overwhelming urge to run to her and collaspe in her arms, to let her take all his pain away, but he knows it's not who it looks like. He screams in rage again and picks up the nearest chair, throwing it at Synderix.
Synderix attempts her best to ignore yurko, even as the chair comes hurtling towards her only to ****ter by the invisible sphere and wither down in splinters onto the ground. It was quite hard for Syn not to say something, she has always been a talker. Her hands come quickly to pull the material further across her body as she catches him staring at her even more. Her own senses too used to her scent do not notice as it begins to lightly linger into the air filling out into the room. Her eyelids roll over her eyes as they close as she leans further against the corner trying to keep herself occupied. It would probably be days until they would be released from here. Knowing Mekehlee she'd probably leave someone behind to tell her if anything happens that is interesting.
Yurko lowers his head to his hand and rubs his eyes as if that would help. He repeats the phrase I disbelieve the illusion several times in his head trying to focus on the knowledge that the girl he's stuck in the room with is not who he now thinks she is. The room being filled with the sweet smell of he does not help matters any. He tells himeslf he just won't look again, and then he can go on believing it's Synderix that he's in the room with. He can't control himself and looks one more time at Synderix, but it's still not Synderix that he sees. And the woman he sees is looking back at him in a loving and suggestive manner. Most would find it hard to believe Yurko was ever in love, but he was and he now is looking at that woman. He shakes his head and looks down, but his anger is leaving him.
Synderix closes her eyes as she begins to fill her head with thoughts of Malik.. A sigh slipped past her lips as arms came to twine around her legs drawing them closer to her.. It was just recently that Malik left her a letter explaining everything.. How he wasn't dead.. That it was all a trick from the Elders that now lay in their own graves.. Silence was getting the better of her as she looked over to Yurko but blinked in disbelief of seeing Malik there.. She shook her head.. It couldn't be.. It must have been mekehlee's trick.. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she quickly looks away.. Trying not to give in to the illusion.. Though it slowly was taking over everything of her.. The longing for Malik once again was too great..
Yurko is unsure when Mekehlee will stop this, or if he'll slip and try to treat Synderix like the person he sees her to be. He knows she is not that person. Maybe if Mekehlee had these illusions in place before hand, they would be impossible to see through, but half of defeating an illusion is to realize it is one. Yurko moves to his wardrobe and beings to take off certain articles of clothing until he as nothing but his pants left on him. He will then go to his bed and slide under the covers. He can sleep all this off. If he's asleep, then Mekehlee can not get to him. Though his actions did give her an idea, for the room suddenly grows very cold, but the bed nice and warm. If Synderix does not join him, then she could freeze. Extra suggestive magic will be thrown in so they won't both jump out
Synderix couldn't help but peek over in the direction.. She shook her head trying to remember it wasn't malik getting undressed there.. It was Yurko.. Her willpower towards the illusion was sliding from her as her mind began to believe it was Malik.. The air froze around her.. She tried to fight it as her flesh turned a hint of blue.. Her hands began to roam over the baren flesh attempting to warm herself.. She didn't want to get in the bed.. Then again.. she yearned for it.. The scent that seeped from her pores began to thicken, filling the room more with its toxicity..
Yurko rolls over and faces Synderix. He knows it's not who he thinks it is, otherwise he'd already be in her arms, breaking down with all the emotion he keeps hidden away from the rest of the universe. But even if it's not her, he still has the desire to look at her. He can no longer get to his real love, so he'll take this instead, like a photograph come to life. He has a strong desire to let himself get lost in the illusion, but knows he wouldn't be able to live with himself in the morning. As it is, he'll probably try and kill Mekehlee again. Unless she comes up with some way to make peace with him. He snuggles deeper into the covers and frowns at the tempature of the room, wanting to say something, but wanting even more to follow his own advice and wait for Mekehlee to get bored with them.
Synderix's lips shift in colour.. The crimson fading into a blue as the pale flesh continues to shift in the same shade.. Small specks of ice began to leech onto her flesh as she continues to try to warm herself.. She begins to shift her weight back and forth in a 'rocking' manner attempting to get warm even that way.. Strands of ebony come to cascade beside her face as she closes her eyes once more. She wished for the freeze to stop because the bed is looking way too comfortable and warm..
Yurko lay there watching Synderix, but almost all traces of anger have gone from his face. He is tired, and the warmth of the bed is relaxing, and the image before him is comforting. He sees that she is cold and almost wants to ask her to come to bed, but he reminds himself that it is not who he thinks it is. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out again, letting some of his cares and worries escape with the breath. He frowns suddenly as he realizes Synderix is growing colder and looks aorund, not wanting her to join him in bed, or he might really forget who she really is. He instead lift an arm out from under the covers and points to his wardrobe which should have some coats and things in it. He waits for her to see, then quickly puts his arm back under the warm covers, it feels like ice.
Synderix catches the movement from the corner of her eye as she looks towards the dresser. Rigid with cold she begins to force herself to stand. Slow steps took her way to the dressar. An arm snakes out as digits grab onto a coat. She takes a step back to give her more room to put it on when suddenly the ground is slick as ice. Though a purple glare beams off of it. Her balance is lost as the ice reverts her movements to slid back and fall onto the bed. A groan of fustration slips from her as she manages to pull herself up from the laying position she fell into the on the bed.. She didn't want to be caught up in this illusion.. Being close to him would only increase it.. Her feet slid out to be placed onto the ground but were suddenly stopped as a light purple flicker appeared..
Yurko winces as she falls back toward him, but does not move, it's too cold. Cold enough that having another's warm body against yours is the ideal thing, and she sure looks hot. As herself or the illusion girl, he can't deny that he finds her attractive. He reaches out to touch her, not being able to resist that urge any longer. It's okay though as long as he doesn't do anything else, right? She's very soft, but the illusion is so in depth that she not only looks like his love, but smells, and feels like her as well. All she needs now is some taunting comment about how she'll never let him go, but keep him locked away forever. Of course she never really tried anything like that, it was just part of their game. All couples have games.
Synderix could not but help give in.. The illusion was strong, though she found Yurko attractive.. Her lips came to part as words roll from her tongue, her eyelids closing over her eyes as her muscles began to loose beneath him.. Though still iced over.. "I don't want to ever let you go.. " It was one of the last words she said to Malik before he left.. They were fully in love at the time.. Plans of marriage and even further were being set until the Elders stepped in..
Yurko frowns as the voice that comes from her is not the voice of Synderix, but the voice and tone that his love would have used. Prehaps it's easier for him to realize it's all just an illusion, becuase his love is dead and could no possibly ever be seen by him again. However his desire to be with her, real or not is extremely strong, stronger maybe even then his new sex drive, but that's strong as well. If she comes to bed, then he's sure to try and have sex with her. He knows he sure wants to. He amost feels like crying, he missed her so much, but he fights them back, this isn't her. He can't break down into her arm like he has so many times to his lover. He pulls his hand away from her and puts it back under the covers, it's way too cold out there for it to linger any. He still says nothing
Synderix silence continued to bestow onto her as the stinging sensation of the cold continues to lap across her physique.. Lost in thought was she, until the hand was removed.. A small cringe formed across her physique as she remembered it wasn't Malik.. How she longed for it to be though.. Just to lay in his arms at least one more time.. The blanket beneath her shifted as a suttle glow of purple surrounded it, then suddenly it was ripped from beneath her. Her eyes instantly opened to look at the blanket.. She shook her head lightly trying to fight the temptation.. Mekehlee probably was growing restless from the stubborness she provided.. When thought began to once more take over her she felt the blanket being pulled back over her, covering her lap and taunting her with its warmness to lay beneath it more..
Yurko cuddles up under the blanket to keep warm and just watches Synderix, his expression turning into a frown. He notices that she too is no longer angry and doesn't seem to wish him dead any longer. He takes that to mean he also looks to her like someone she knows. He wonders who that might be. If it were Kayos wouldn't she already be trying to cuddle up to him? How many men does Synderix have on the side anyway? He does not move and does not reach for her again. As long as he is the way he is, he'll be fine. As long as she doesn't come under the covers that is. He's not sure he'd resist her if her warm body was closer to his own.
Synderix could no longer resist the warmth that covered her lower half by the blanket that was pulled onto her.. Her physique slowly lowered itself down onto the bed, though with her back turned onto Yurko.. She remained as close to the edge as possible, it wasn't likely for her to fall off due to the barrier.. A limb slipped down pulling the blanket further ontop of her attempting to get warm.. Through the blanket, every once in a while, she pushed against the barrier to see if it would go away already.. It only seemed to make it draw closer every few minutes.. She paused her actions not wishing for it to get any closer.. She was already crampt as it was..
Yurko longs for the warmth of the one he misses so strong, and desires any woman so completely, that he can't help but scoot a little closer to her. He reaches out a hadn and places it gently on her arm, then gives it a little tug, trying to turn her to face him. He really has no plans at this point, but is just acting on what he feels and desires. It's cold and he doesn't like it cold, but she is warm. Together they could really heat things up, he's sure. He still does not speak, as if that somehow will screw things up, or maybe give Mekehlee more pleasure than she deserves. This whole situation is ripping him apart.
Synderix gasps softly as she felt his hand onto her.. She knew it wasn't Malik.. Even if the illusion continued.. The tug sent her weight to shift rolling over to her other side to face the man beside her.. Her physique would then be closer to that of his as she looked at him.. The illusion was still up.. It still looked like Malik.. Smelt like him.. Her gaze locked onto his, though no words dared to seperate themselves form her lips..
Yurko is overwhelmed by the image he sees, even if it's not her, he doesn't care at this point. His hand had to move when she rolls over or it'd have ended up under her. He never really set it down, but does now now, upon her neck. If she does not fight it, or does not fight it hard enough, his hand will trail down to one of her breasts. And that's when it all fades. He frowns suddenly as the breast changes shape and size before him. He looks back up toward her face and sees the face of Synderix. The purple of the room is gone and the tempature is quickly turning back to normal. The door and windows appear once again, but Yurko for some reason still has not removed his hand from her breast. And what a nice, soft breast it is. Yurko blinks at Synderix as if in confusion.
Synderix shudders beneath the touch as it falls onto her neck to trail beneath the material that covered her.. She watches as everything in the room goes back to normal and the image of Malik fades into that of Yurko.. She didn't know what to do.. She liked the feeling of his touch on her.. Yet, would they now rip eachother's throats out? She would most probably follow the lead of Yurko.. Her heart continues to race with its beating, and he could most definitely feel it beneath his hand even though where it is laying at..
Yurko quickly retracts his hand and glares at Synderix, once again deciding to blame her for all that has gone wrong in his life. He throws back the covers and leaps out of the bed, turning to face her. He points one of his long taloned fingeres toward the door. "Get out of my room and never come near me again." His voice is strained and once again dripping with anger, but there's a very deep underlining sadness to him now that wasn't there before. He feels like he's about to lose it. "You remind me of everything I hate in a woman. I can't even stand the sight of you." But hey your breasts feel pretty nice. Yurko can't help but wonder how Kayos ever got any work done, he finds it very hard to think about women, even those he's picked as his enemies.
Synderix as the hand is retracted she snaps back, her own glare forming onto her features towards Yurko as quicken movements draw her from the bed.. The shadows fickle around her feet as hands began to once more pull the robe tighter around her form.. "You don't even know me yet make presumptions of me.. Typical male.. You sicken me.. " Shadows began to move up across her legs, twining about it and absorbing it as they begin to consume her to withdraw her back to the Umbra.. She wasn't the one that came onto him first, he came onto her first.. So it wasn't really his fault that he touched her breasts..
Yurko growls at her as she snaps back, but then points to his coat that she had tried to put on. "Take that with you. I'll have to burn it now anyway." He doesn't really care about the coat, and wouldn't remember which it was later anyway. His clothing is bought for him by people that take care of that sort of thing, so he doesn't have to worry about it. Thus is the life of a prince of Kelosh.
Synderix hatred coated her words as she snapped back at him, " Burn it! I don't care. " with the last of her words slipping from her lips the shadows quickly consumed her form.. She wouldn't be going back to her tower, rest wasn't being sought now.. It was Kayos to find out what the hell was going on.. The shadows rippled as they made way for her departure from them.. Baren foot falls would find themselves onto the chamber room of Kayos as she looked directly onto him.. Her body language and features showed something was wrong.. Terriblely wrong..
Master Kayos is in his bed chamber watching some girls do a sexy little veil dance. The music an the dance is entertaining and the girls are really hot, but he doens't feel the urge to strip them of their clothing and have his way with them. This makes him sigh. It's not that he doesn't have a sexdrive, it's just not anywhere near the strength it once was. How the heck is he going to find entertainment now? What do nonsluts do for fun? His thoughts are interupted by the entrance of Synderix. He frowns seeing the look on her face and holds out a hand for her to come to him. "What's the matter?"
Synderix began to step forward, her muscles still frozen over a bit along with her skin which continued to show the lightest colouring of blue onto them.. Baren feet slipped slowly across the ground until she made it to Kayos.. Her movements were as well stiff as she slid into the bed and instantly beneath the coverings attempting to get warm.. "Mekehlee is the matter! " A bit of a growl intertwined the words as she looked towards the girls.. Blood lust was within her, she wanted to see their dead bodies sprawled over the grounds and it was apparent by her glare towards them..
Master Kayos catches the glare that Synderix gives the slave dancers and dismisses them all. He also makes a motion for the Amazons to give them plenty of room. The slaves leave the chamber and even the entire building, but the Amazons only move toward the edges of the very, very large room. Kayos wraps an arm around Synderix and holds her close, as if he can protect her from all her fears and worries. "What has she done now?" His expression is a mix of worry and amusment. Mekehlee can come up with some pretty strange things, and he's been the victim of many of them. More than he even realizes.
Synderix allows her form to sink within the comforting arms of Kayos.. Her tight grip onto the clothing was lost as she laid an arm onto her lap while the other slipped around Kayos.. Her head came to rest onto his chest as she looked up to him though once in a while glaring in the direction of a random amazon.. "I was sitting in my tower minding my own business and reading a book when suddenly I was in that bastard Yurko's room.. I couldn't even get out.. She removed all my powers from him.. She erased the doors and windows.. She toyed with my past and brought Malik's illusion to cover Yurko.. Then to make matters worse she made it freezing in there.. I went to grab a coat then suddenly was thrown back onto the bed and there was an invible barrier..Next thing I know the blanket is being thrown over me.. I went to lay down in hopes of not freezing and to have mekehlee bored since I know she would of somehow made me lay down anyways.. I was staying at the very edge of the bed until the illusion took over everything about me.. I couldn't think straight.. feel straight or anything.. He then tugged my arm and made me turn over.. Then the bastard touched me! He touched my breast! Luckily then the illusion faded and I left instantly.. I can't believe she would do that.. His tongue needs to be ripped out along with his hand being cut off.. The nerve of that man! What he said and what he did.. I can't believe it.."
Master Kayos tries very hard not to laugh. He knows Synderix is upset and thinks she has every right to be. He also knows that Yurko will be upset and probably impossible to calm for many weeks. It takes him a few moments to take it all in and fully think about what she's said. "Well, at least she didn't wait until after you raped him, like what she did to Naomi and NIck." He has a hard time hidding the amusment in his voice, but doesn't think it'd have been as funny if Yurko was forced to go that far with Synderix. He's really not sure why it bothers Synderix as much however. He looks a little curious and goes on before she can respond to his comment. "What did he say to you?" Kayos is for sure going to have words with Mekehlee later, she might have gone a bit too far, even if he does find it funny.
Synderix blinks in surprise at the first set of words.. Though a response was not given.. It was slightly amusing though.. It would be a payback for what Nick did earlier.. She should pay a visit to Nick and see how he's doing and get more information.. She shifted lightly attempting still to warm herself as she continued.. " He said that you must of had a hand in this and that it was my fault.. Also that you don't really care.. To look at what you did with his best friend, a person you've known for centuries.. That you just met me.. I'm just a notch on your belt.. He asked if I'm really sure I could trust you because allies are friends.. The same thing.. And you don't care about allies.. "
Master Kayos has to take a moment to lay back and drink all that in. It doesn't really surprise him that Yurko would say all that, but it bothers him anyway. He then looks back to Synderix, his soft and questioning. "What do you think? Do you think of me the same as he does?" He's not sure how to really display his emotions and knows even less how to speak of them. Part of that is fear. He's afraid to love becuase of how badly it ended the one time he tried it. Most people say that trying something only once isn't good enough to say it'll always end up the same, but he can remember the pain and doesn't think it's something to risk lightly. This fear causes him to be bad at any show of affection, even friendship. The only one he's good at is fatherhood, but then Yurko seems to disagree there.
Synderix quite surprised by Kayos' question she cuddles herself closer into him.. "If I thought the same as him, do you really think I would instantly come to you about all of this? Do you think I would open myself up to you like I did? " A small shudder spawned across her physique as a sigh exhales from her lips.. "I can remember the pain and feel it each and every day.. But, that doesn't stop me.. At least I attempt to be civil to the bastard.. No more.. He wants a fight.. He's going to get a fight.. I don't appreciate his anger being taken out on me just because I'm a woman.. He says that I'm everything he hates about women.. " It still stung.. His words.. Its stinger continuing to pump the venom within her..
Master Kayos smiles at her words an hugs her tightly before relaxing back into a simple embrace. He's torn on what to do here and who's side to take. On the one hand there is Synderix. She seems very upset and he wants greatly to comfort her and make her feel better. He does not want to risk losing her as a friend or an ally. On the other hand there is his son, Yurko. Yurko is family and that's a very strong bond with Kayos. In fact it was that same bond that compelled him to become friends with Sol, but that's a long and complicated story. "Yurko hates everyone right now. Mekehlee knows that and should not have sent you to him. You'd think what she did to him earlier today would have been enough." He shakes his head, not knowing what to do about Mekehlee. He'll mildly fuss at her later.
Synderix her limb comes to tightly embrace him a bit longer than he did her.. It would loosen eventually.. " You're the only reason I didn't kill him once the spells were lifted.. I was so tempted to.. I could see his body dead on the ground in its own pool of blood.. It took everything I had not to.. " Her words paused as looked up to him.. Something was odd here.. He held her yet did nothing more.. That was unlike Kayos at all.. And the slaves.. Why weren't they thrown onto the bed and him rampaging them.. "What did she do to him?" Then a thought entered her mind.. Something nick told her just yesterday.. "Nick mentioned that you weren't having your nightly sex with the amazons anymore.. because of me supposively.."
Master Kayos frowns, obviously not liking the idea of her killing Yurko at all. He wonders how well Yurko would fair against her and entertains a little battle between the two of him in his mind. That doesn't help any. He opens his mouth to respond to her aobut what Mekehlee did, but stops upon her next words. He frowns and thinks about it. "She threw his sex drive into overdrive." He chooses not to answer her about the Amazons, that gets a little too close into that territory of covnersations he doesn't like to have. Nick really should keep his mouth shut anyway, but Kayos seems to have trouble making him.
Synderix nods lightly at his response.. Though the other semi question was left unanswered.. She would prod at it until she found the answer.. "Is it true though.. About the amazons.. " Her physique was slightly laid on its side allowing a leg to slip over his entertwining.. The other limb came to slide against his stomach holding him closer to her.. She needed the warming embrace of Kayos.. After all that happened tonight.. Though her mind couldn't leave the thoughts and questions that continued to stir within..
Master Kayos shifts, not from discomfort, but to get into a better cuddle position with Synderix. He seems to have a lot of trouble trying to figure out what to say and sighs. Why does she need to know his nightly activities anyway, he gets the impression she doesn't really want him around for anything other than sex. Maybe she doesn't like to share? "It doesn't matter." He finally responds. "And please, don't take any action against Yurko. It's not totally his fault. Mekehlee knew how he'd react to you."
Synderix sighs softly as she nods.. She begins to cuddle closer into Kayos' arms not wanting to get too far into the conversations at hand.. "I won't lay a hand on him because of you.. " Her words seemed to drift into the air and die out quickly.. Her head snuggling against his chest as she says.. " This feels nice.. Just laying in eachother's arms.. " A smile graced across her crimson tainted lips as a few strands of the ebony hair came to cascade across thes ides of her face..
Master Kayos makes a surprised little sound. "Youre right, it does. How odd." He's never really experinced just cuddling before, unless he's alrady caused the woman to pass out. Or if he himself got tired and decided to sleep. He often wakes up in the morning with several pairs of legs all intwined with each other. He'd gotten used to those morning body knots and wonders if he'll miss it. Or maybe it just won't be the same again.
Synderix giggles softly as she shifts her head looking up towards Kayos.. She placed a small kiss on his jaw line before lowering her head once more.. "I wouldn't mind doing this every night.." A smile continued to plaster itself onto her lips as she cuddled a bit more into Kayos.. The tie that held her robe together began to slip a bit by all the movement, though no attention was paid onto it..
Master Kayos smiles a bit weakly. "Haven't we done this before? And haven't you said that before? And haven't I laied here most nights without you?" He's already starting to see things differently without that constant little voice in his head telling him to have his way with whatever female is the closest. He really has to suddenly pay attention to all his other emotions that normaly get drowned out. Maybe he's been wrong all along and has less trouble getting close to people then he realized. His actions just prevented him from realizing it and them from getting close to him. Though he's not sure he wants to get clsoe to another High Power, that just seems to be asking for trouble. There's not a single couple among the High Powers that has ever lasted.
Synderix closes her eyes once more listening to his words and feeling the vibration of his neck on her head as he speaks.. "I haven't came to you most nights because I figured you were busy with your amazons.. or someone else.. " A sigh slipped past her lips as she nuzzled a bit more into his chest.. Her thoughts continuing to roam aimlessly within her mind even though she tried her best to disregaurd them.. Dacklyn and Malik seemed to prod at her mind the most.. If only she had a chance to set straight with Dacklyn.. to say good bye to malik.. She felt in the back of her heart that the letter was false.. A trick amongst of someone that ruled over by the Elders faithfully before they were killed..
Master Kayos frowns a little again. Has he not always made his thoughts and emotions clear? He's not sure if he has, his own people are so used to reading him that he doesn't have to spell it out for them, they know by his actions and words what he's feeling. But then is he so sure about it himself? It's odd how often memories of Kai come to mind when he's near Synderix, he wonders why that is. Maybe it's Syn's love for the beach. Kai was a siren queen after all. "And what about you? Who do you normaly sleep with?" He thinks that sounds a little too accusing so he adds something to it. "A girl like you can't sleep alone unagainst her will." Like that was worded any better? He thinks to work on his conversation skills later.
Synderix's smile holds a bit of a mischevious glint to it as she responds.. " Rtian.." She paused her words just to give Kayos a bit of a 'heart attack' so to speak.. "He's my Umbrian Wolf.. I've had him since I was a child.. " Her eyelids once more came to fold upwards, revealing her eyes to be looking up to Kayos for his reaction to this.. She was telling the truth.. The other two she sleeps with is either Kayos or Rtian.. It did get quite lonely having just a wolf sleeping beside you.. It wasn't the same as the warmth of caressing arms wrapped around you and to wake up with a kiss on the lips instead of a slobbery tongue against your cheek..
Master Kayos lets out a little laugh when she reveals who Rtian is. Kayos has never had any type of animal pet himself, but there is a dog that currently lives in the palace, Nick's dog, Cerebus. And there are many other people that can take on canine forms, but only one that really is a dog. "Well, I'm sure my bed is much bigger than his." Kayos' bed is very, very big indeed. It sleeps man comfortably. "And you're welcomed here any time you wish." He smiles mischiviously. "Same goes for my bath."
Synderix laughs lightly as she continues to look up at Kayos.. "Well, you're much more comfortable to sleep with than Rtian.. I prefer waking up to see your face than having a slobbery tongue licking my face.. " The belt continues to unravel itself as the material pulls away from what it hide beneath.. A sigh of contentment slips past her lips as she once more nuzzles into Kayos seeking more comfort..
