Prince in Eve (for Pirate's Plunder)

[Lorie]

Vermillion had no idea what he was doing. This was entirely against code. His main objective, given by the King himself, was to make certain the man by his side found a suitable Bride. So of course he allowed himself to be dragged to a dark smoky den of debauchery. Looking around he observed men wearing suits, much like himself and his longtime friend, fondling creatures of the night clothed in little more then lady’s knickers and corsets.

Husky whispers regarding a ‘floor show’ vibrated off dimly lit crimson walls that frightened the gentleman, though Vermillion’s soldier training prevented his concern from reaching his face. Then the corseted beasts of lust started moving around catlike luring the suited men, or rather herding them, to the outer edges where floor turned from abused cherry wood to lush indigo carpeting.

Gripping the hilt of his sword the soldier breathed deep inhaling thick incense fumes meant to invoke passion as the lights dimmed further. A hush washed over the room and the poorly disguised harlots retreated. “My name.. is Lola.” shot threw the din followed closely by a playful laugh, “and I’m not supposed to...play..with boys.” and then the body that wickedly playful, oddly seductive, voice belonged to burst into existence.

The full room illumination nearly blinded Vermillion after being so long in the low light and it took him a moment to fully see he who had introduced himself as Lola. If the roar of cheers was anything to go by this was the infamous Unicorn.

Eponie...an ivory boy said to possess long flowing ebony locks and a unicorn’s scar. Under the fluffy yellow wig though neither could be seen. Like those dwelling in the shadowy pre-show he wore a corset, not that he needed to with a body so slender, over which a gauzy ‘gown’ that opened in front to display long legs wrapped Eponie’s frame. This was clearly a prize to be seen. And heard.

There were others, in almost as lovely garb, but the pale man center stage out shined them by far. As he danced and teased through the myriad of suggestive little greetings via song delivered by the half dozen other ‘performers’ the gathering of perverts got more railed up. Finally the line up reached the center again, where ‘Lola’ was posed. Casting a look in the direction of Vermillion’s fellow the jewel of Eve smiled alluringly, “Try all you can boys, my heart belongs to Daddy.” that fantastic creature taunted affecting the tone of a naughty child playing coy.

[Pirate's Plunder]

The pale prince watched on from his seat allowing his attention to wander from creature to creature. as the real show came out he raised and eye brow pushing back flaming red locks from his soft visage. Eyes of emerald green settled upon the lustrous beauty that had bestowed the stage with his presence. Sitting up a bit straighter, the redheaded male straightened up. He licked his lips.

"Vermillion; Stay." He simply said as he stood from his chair feeling drawn to the celestial form. He was enchanted entranced . His fixation over the youth was growing with each silent step. The heated leather that clung to his slender form was the only small sounds he made with his approach.

He hiked a boot up on to the stage and was beside the impish performer. His cloak furling behind him with one swift fluent move he scooped the slender creature in to his arms. The gall alone to hop on to the stage was unbelievable-But to pluck the performer right up like that? Certainly this prince had some testicular fortitude to do such or thing, or perhaps it was if nothing mattered to him. He gracefully stepped down from the stage whisking the smaller away with him out of the spot light.

"You shall be my Queen." he purred sensually through his thick voice as he returned to Vermillion's side. Xearon passed Vermillion a soft look with a mischievous, almost maverick smile lacing his lips before he returned his gaze to the creature he plucked up and set the smaller atop a table as he embraced the boy closer, wrapping an arm behind that lithe back and pressing their bodies closer together he kissed Eponie's lips tenderly weather the light beauty wanted it or not.

[Lorie]

Swallowing an order for his lord to return Vermillion watched in horror as the Prince leapt on stage and seized the star of this jaded enterprise. He easily out weighed his charge and could extract the slender red head from the situation, he really should have, but Vermillion had no desire to deal with a screaming fit in such a public place. The idea of pulling Xearon grew more tempting with the Prince’s declaration that that whore was his chosen bride.

It wasn’t uncommon for bold customers to board the stage, it was how many of the pretty whores got paid on performance nights. So when the man, only slightly larger then himself, grabbed Eponie the unicorn shrieked happily wrapping long ivory legs around the customer’s narrow hips. “Looks like I’m taken tonight.” he called lyrically back to his fellow performers watching after him.

When the John made his ‘request’ Eponie, playing Lola, purred in return. “For the right price I’ll be anything you want.” he breathally oathed while sapphire eyes took in the man he promised to play for. Then lips descended on the unicorn’s soft blushing, slightly parted, lips and he couldn’t.

Pushing the man away with deceptive strength, not much but more then the frail body looked able to posses, Eponie shook his head condemningly. “Every part of me has a price my lord.” he told sliding further onto the table, “with exception to the doorway of my very breath.” leveling that sapphire stare at emerald eyes the gossamer draped form crawled off the other end of his perch, furthest away from his strange suitor, “I request you find another to fill your night.”

[Pirate's Plunder]

The red head wasn't so easily turned down as he stepped before the sly minx in the middle of his escape. He took up both hands lacing their fingers together. "Why but share a night when we have a lifetime? Is it not better to bed one lover a thousand times than a thousand lovers one time?" Xearon asked as he attempted to keep the devilish lad before him. "You can be Anything I wish ?Anything at all?" Xearon purred. "I'd like for you to be my bride; The price I place upon you is this; The rule of an Empire, a kingdom dedicated to your name, and my eternal adoration and affections." Xearon stated. "Though..." the red head trailed looking to his guardian as he laid everything out on the table to the slightly shorter male. "I can understand if you're a little too young, and too, spoiled to accept, let alone comprehend the devotion, worship, and dare I say...prostration, of a prince?" Xearon released the beauty from him and turned away. "Tempt my generosity not, child-To win your affections is a conquest which could lead to a true, volatile triumph." Xearon walked on over to his guardian. "I have chosen a bride to be my queen, Vermillion; Tell me your take on this temperamental breed." He requested suddenly changing his words to speak of the boy as if he were an animal than his most recently prized possession.

A tall dark haired man seemed to take notice of this strange behavior of these 'customers' and he came closer to observe what was going on. Valen settled his own icy blue eyes upon his star curious as to what was going on with the seemingly berserk redhead.

[Lorie]

Struggling to free his hands Eponie refused meeting those emerald eyes, for fear of the passion he knew they would hold, “you play for keeps m’lord.” he breathed confounded. The unicorn had had many dedicated suitors but none so vivid in his imagination. For surely this..bizarre red haired gentle man could not be the crowned prince. And where he indeed as he claimed what game was he playing promising a crown to a whore? Albeit one of the prettiest whores in all of Eve.

Finally released his hold the pale being, without thinking, ran a delicate hand along his wig displacing it to reveal luxurious ebony hair which tumbled gracefully from it’s prison. With that the creature became fairer still as the high contrast of silken black hair against soft white skin called to mind an enchanted princess straight from a children’s tale. Sapphire eyes beheld the man claim to be Prince at his final words, volatile triumph...

Caught in his own dilemma Vermillion watched clutching the hilt of his sword bruisingly as his charge declare himself to the whole of the whore house’s back room. There will be words. Oh, there will be words about such brazenness once he’d extracted the slight man from this tomb. Though the release of his prince’s prize’s natural hair did make the sinful beast more appealing..

When asked his opinion of the one so oft called unicorn Vermillion looked upon it with a critical eye. “It is possibly the fairest, most exotic, of his highness’s options.” he started noting that Xearon’s choices where rather limited for a bride he could dominate among the male stalk of royalty. As well as amid military. And assuredly none would be as beautiful as the unicorn. “But tis still a whore my lord.” the guard hissed, “when you father commissioned me with the task of both guarding your body and securing you a queen I do doubt he meant for that queen to be a child of the night.”

Hearing the tall, solemn, man speak Eponie’s cautious delusion waned. Perhaps this was the crowned prince. Sensing the all to familiar eyes upon his frail form the unicorn strode forward pressing himself against the could be prince. “If you are who you claim to be, call on me on the morrow. There the light of day will clear any ill conceptions.” then pulling away just enough the slight man linked his thin arms around the back of Xearon’s neck, long fingers lacing through red hair, and planted a heated kiss to the prince’s lips.

[Pirate's Plunder]

Xearon listened intently looking for either of his 'companions' and steeled his tongue for the moment sliding it across well kept fangs behind those blushing pink lips to preoccupied it's time as his listened to the each of them. he barely kissed back before forcibly dipping the youthful form as he wrapped his strong arms around the tender form pulling it close as he kissed more passionately. He pulled back with a breath and hoisted the somber beauty up and seated him upon a table.

"If formalities of position and rank in the social hierarchy are really what matters then simply knight or squire my bride to first." Xearon said in a saucy tone. As if the prince truly cared about all that hot aired pompous propaganda of social elitist thinking, mindsets, and decorum.
He Leaned in and placed a much more gently kiss upon the' child's ' for head- as light as a butterfly's wing. He took up the hand next and bowed placing another right top that willowy hand before kneeling placing his hand upon The child's thigh and sliding it down to the back of his ankle, and heel placing a kiss right top his foot. "I shall return tomorrow with my entourage to call upon you my sweet beauty." Xearon purred before nuzzling that foot ever so affectionately as if to show that he would be very willing to truly make this child his lover and wife, to have, love, and protect. Standing with another fluttering furling of his blackened cloak he offered a maverick's smirk to the protectorate.

"We can go now; Dearest Vermillion." The haughty red head acquiesced. He started away from the little gathering he had helped create between the three of them . As he passed his faithful guardian his leather clad hand gripped the edge of his cloak and with and almost vindictive air about him he made a sharp move meant throwing his cloak up to wrap around his shoulders turning it in to a muffler of sorts exposing his well toned form in that nearly skin tight leather armor whilst concealing his facial feathers allowing only those emerald glowing orbs to peer out over tops of the onyx cloth.And with that the arrant, bold, and shameless Prince strut right on out leaving his newly found potential bride.


Valen cautiously approached once both members left. ". . . Eponie?" Valen called in an illusory, romantic sort of tone to that velvet smooth voice of his. He settled his predatory gaze of ice upon the shorter being as if expecting to soon hear the boy's thoughts on what just transpired.

[Lorie]

If his hold on that neck of steel could have been stronger it would have surely broke the hilt of his blade the moment Vermillion beheld his charge tip that whore and deepen their kiss. The knight was sure blood was going to boil from his ears at the sight of his liege sinking to kiss that heathen’s foot. Still as he raged in his head Vermillion did not allow it to show on his face, there would be plenty of time once they’ve left for him to air his displeasure over Prince Xearon’s choice of bride.

Unlike the tall wall of a man watching with supreme displeasure Eponie was quite surprised at the boldness of his possible Prince. Being used to having the upper hand sexually the lithe beauty marveled in his peculiar red headed suitor’s swift transition between saucy and romantic. It made the creature of the night’s heart flutter like it hadn’t in many years. The excitement had gone straight to the exotic boy’s head and left him speechless to the odd man’s oath.

Two pairs of eyes keenly watched the Prince’s dramatic exit, perhaps more beheld it but those mattered not, and Vermillion was a moment later on the chase. Catching, then matching, his prince’s stride with his own powerful limbs Vermillion walked his charge silently to their coach. Holding the door the grim man gestured for his haughty companion to enter with a look that warned the red head not to argue.

Inside the house of ill-repute he who had been dubbed unicorn sat flushed where he’d been put sapphire eyes continued to try to see the onix dressed man far after his departer. It was the velvety voice that never failed to send shivers up Eponie’s spin that broke the ‘prince’s’ spell forthwith. A guarded gaze turned to the man staring icily at the unicorn but the usually quick witted beauty could find nothing to say so he slid from his perch atop the table slowly.

“He is bold.” the pale boy started after a several deep breathes, “and clearly enamored.” he tried to reason, “if this suitor has money he will surely spend.” Eponie nodded feeling his stomach sink with those words.

[Pirate's Plunder]

Valen raised an eyebrow at the raven haired boy. "Is it your intent to be whisked away like a love struck ewe?" He asked curiously as he offered a pale gloved hand to help the smaller down from the table. "Or is it a wish to be tethered to but one lover?" Valen asked as he probed around for the unicorns thoughts on the matter that was presented. Not sure himself on how to exactly approach the situation without truly understanding the boy's inner most feelings firstly.




Xearon passed his guardian a smirk as he sauntered right on in remaining silent. He took a seat and wrapped his arms around himself sinking back in to the plush interior of their ride. Soft fleshy ears flicked from the cold air and awaited heated words he was sure would soon come in a chided, or scolding manor in the very least. His demeanor and posture had not changed from that catty, attitude he was carrying. It was as if the boy fancied himself a might pride leader lion and wanted to flaunt his position of just what lioness he chose in a silent dare for anyone to challenge his decision.He paused his relishing of the moment and chanced a curious glance towards his guardian.

[Lorie]

Wrapping thin fingers around the familiar hand offered him Eponie regarded his employer’s questions like a slap to the face. “I know my place Valen.” the manufacturedly sweet soprano bit, dropping all pretense, “it is not in the court of the King.” a bitter laugh followed that assessment. Creatures to long left in the dark looked less appealing in the light. And no light shined more harshly then the palace. “Plus.” the raven haired beauty added with a clever smile, “my heart belongs to daddy.” Raising onto his toes Eponie placed a childish kiss to his owner’s cheek.

Dropping back to his natural height the exotic creature combed thin pale fingers threw his long dark locks. “If you wish to bleed this suitor’s coffers though,” he instructed moving slowly to the private rooms, “I’ll need a new wardrobe.” Eponie’s smile turned from clever to conniving at those words, “some Haute couture things.” the pretty whore amended just before disappearing behind the curtain that hid the entrance to the performer’s quarters.

Settling on the other side of the carriage’s cabin, right across from the errant Prince, Vermillion leveled a stern stare at Xearon. Waiting for those emerald eyes to meet his own copper gaze. Once that happened the soldier, knight, started evenly, “a whore. M’lord?” though his tone was level aggravation played at it’s edges. “No matter your heart the King, your Father, will never allow you to wed that beast.” Taking a breath the larger man allowed his gaze to darken.

“More.” he pressed leaning forward, “you have put yourself in great danger tonight.” hoping that laying this information before the prince would get the younger man into a chastised mood, but not holding his breath on it, Vermillion rested back against the velvety seat. “Openly declaring yourself in a place of such debouchery left you open to abduction or even assassination.”

[Pirate's Plunder]

Xearon smiled and simply moved across the carriage and sat right next to his guardian. "Oh but I have you with me." he purred practically snuggling up against the side of Vermillion's shoulder. "You'd protect me from the boogie man wouldn't you?" he asked gently speaking in a tone as if he were speaking to a very young child or an adored pet. "After all you are my ... big... strong...protector; are you not?' The red head questioned gently as he rested his lush locks against that shoulder and he eased in to a more comfortable position.

"I thought you would have been touched to know how much I trust you and in your ability~" Xearon chimed as he reached up and tapped the very tip of Vermillion's nose in a very playful and cattish manner. The young prince fancied his silly manipulative cat and mouse games and tended to be very mean with how he played with people. "And besides... who has to know?" Xearon asked. "Couldn't we simply give the boy a new title?" Xearon questioned setting a finger on Vermillion's collar bone and gently running it down his center. He was trying to make his guardian uncomfortable.

Valen visibly relaxed feeling that feather light peck . He narrowed his eyes in contemplation watching the smaller male slip behind the front of the soft velvety curtains and followed after. "And what do you do when they come looking for you- that is if you plan to leave once you've played you part? No doubt faking your own death would be a pleasure to play?" Valen asked in a hushed tone. "Or is it that you wish to be stolen away in dead of the night with a ransom left in your stead sweet ling?" Valen asked quite curious as to just what sort of plans the dark haired unicorn was scheming in that precious little head of his. Valen walked ahead of the lithe form and set a gloved hand upon the door knob and opened the door to Eponie's room and gestured for the boy, as if shooing him to the chambers where they could speak more openly away from prying eyes and ears.