-Red Roses Too-

[demin]

The nobles of the court ceased in their discussions when the behemoth strolled into the throne room, but started up again moments later. Charon spoke with a few nobles who still respected him as well as the captain of the guard for a few minutes, who brought matters to him they felt he should be made privy to, but were of little urgency or interest. By the time he had made his way to the front of the throne room, Lacrimosa had taken her leave without his notice, leaving Ammon, Giaku's heavily scarred Emperor, to greet him. The two spoke briefly about unimportant matters, though Charon asked the Emperor if his assistance was required that day in Court. Ammon, who knew the Dominus had begun to grow discontent with his increasingly unneeded aid in Giaku's day-to-day affairs, politely and gently declined the offer. Without a word, Charon gave the Emperor a token bow of the head and calmly made his way for the exit, though there was now a certain fire to his eyes, a wicked grin spreading across his muzzle. If the sclavus he had brought with him was found suitable, Charon would have a fine outlet for his recent frustrations.

By the time Charon had left the throne room about ten minutes had passed since he had sent Zivan up to his quarters. With a sigh, the Druin began to ascend the staircase of the Royal Tower and arrived at the doorway to his quarters in short time.

"My apologies, Zivan. It was rude of me to keep you waiting."

[Mama Z]

Zivan had found the dwellings of Charon easily enough. If not my direction of memory, but by smell. The place where he rested had the strongest scent. Zican had stepped in and almost seemed to purr with contentedness. Eager eyes took up the room as he stepped further in, getting a feel for the Druin that lived here.

It was bare, nothing completely special. But it was worn in. He'd lived here for some time at least. A few tokens and trophies here and there. Nothing special, but to Zivan it was grand. To get this far was a real honor. Zivan moved toward the area where he slept and was so tempted to roll around in it. But he refrained.

Then he heard the deep voice and he turned to ook at Charon. His lips curling up into a smile, 'Hardly a wait at all,' he reassured. 'Everything okay downstairs?'

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[demin]

A bit of the fire in Charon's eyes died upon seeing Zivan. Something about this odd creature calmed the Druin, but it would require more than a sight to quell the fires of anger in Charon. A small smile played across his muzzle at the sound of Zivan's voice. Everything thing about this sclavus was pleasing and comforting to him. Whoever trained this one was a master at their trade.

"Unfortunately," he replied, walking past Zivan where he laid himself upon the large group of soft furs that served as the bed, bringing his long tail to curl about his massive body.

"But let's not speak of politics. I'm much more interested in you and your... talents," he said with a rather mischievous look. "In the slave tower you said you were trained in many things. I'm curious as to just what these talents are." Charon already had a pretty good idea. What else would such a creature be adept at after a life lived in a tower of whores?

[Mama Z]

He didn't want to speak of his work and that was fine by him. Zivan knew about what happened, but he was never privy to what truly went on with the council. He wanted to know his talents and Zivan gave a soft laugh, 'What talents are you seeking for?' He questioned, a heavy scent pooling out to help further calm the other. 'I can give pretty good massages from what I've been told.'

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[demin]

A pleasant aroma filled the room, smelling of fresh flowers and bringing relaxing thoughts and memories of Hanugamori fields to the front of the Druin's mind. The effect Zivan had on others was indeed strong. Charon slightly shook his horned head to clear his thoughts, wishing to stay in control of the situation. He scoffed slightly at the Ohm's words, thinking the sclavus was being coy.

"I'm certain your fellow slaves gossip and whisper behind my back, Zivan, and you listen to every gruesome detail. Surely, you know what I seek from my slaves," quipped Charon, one brow cocked, a small smirk on his muzzle and long ears pointed toward the odd-colored slave.

[Mama Z]

Charon scoffed and Zivan's lips twitched at the next set of words. Oh indeed. They gossiped like hens with nothing better to do in their free time. Which actually, in their situation, was about the only thing they could do. But all the same, Zivan dipped his head low, 'Forgive me. I felt it wrong to assume that the words I hear from others are truthful.' He shifted then, purposely stretching out his long lean body, as if loosening up for a longer conversation. 'If what I heard was true though, I can promise you you won't be disappointed in me.'

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[demin]

Zivan laid himself out, stretching his body. Charon's eyes roved over it, drinking in the Ohm's visage hungrily and greedily taking in every small detail, failing to find any flaw in the slave’s immaculate form. Despite trying to keep up his composure and continue this game of words with the sclavus the Druin absently licked his lips as if he had been looking at an opulent feast. He caught himself and righted the most ignoble gesture, regaining his quickly depleting willpower.

”Pray tell, what exactly have your fellows said about me?” The Dominus was curious, and particularly interested in those he had bedded had to say about him, but asking that would just be egotistical. ”I trust the wishes of my untimely death and misfortune were kept to minimum?”He asked, one hand snaking its way toward Zivan and, if allowed, idly toyed with the white fur on his side. ”And what exactly makes you better than the others I have taken, sclavus?” Though he had no doubt as to Zivan’s proficiency in his trade, it was entertaining to poke and prod at the slave.

[Mama Z]

Naturally he wanted to know the gossip, about what others said about him behind closed doors. Zivan knew he'd have to speak carefully on this topic. The last thing he wanted was to condemn his family or to lose the job. If he displeased this superior, the chances of another day like this would be ruined.

'You need not worry about idle threats of your death.' He stated, his voice almost rolling out in a purr as he was touched. 'But I do hear you are rough, hard to please in some situations.' Shoulders rolled up into a shrug. 'I can take care of myself. Im taller, stronger,' he smiled here, 'Willing.'

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[demin]

Zivan humored the Dominus, downplaying the whispering of those who wished Charon harm. In truth, he was not at all worried about the schemes and plots of slaves and whores. The slaves living in Hatsuhi had earned their status and home through good behavior, obedience, and loyalty. It was doubtful they would do anything to risk their station, other than idle talk. He was much more interested in what Zivan said afterward, smiling a bit as the Ohm finished speaking.

"Are you now?" he asked, the mischievous glint returning to his eye. "I have... been known to get carried away from time to time," he said with a smirk, beginning to gently rake his claws through Zivan's white fur. "But I can make an exception if you're one of the delicate flower types."