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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 13, 2012 21:53:57 GMT -5
They had spent the eve driving in a high end Ferrari and now had parked in front of a gate of a large home. Ringing up, glanced over at Autumn. " I have not been back here in decades"
A voice came on the intercom, "May we help you?"
He turned to speak. "Tohrment, son of Hharm. Blood outlasts time."
"Very well."
The gate opened, indicating the pass code as correct and he gunned the sports car through the gates and up the winding driveway. "This property belongs to the family Hharm. To my sire's estate. Wellsie and I considered selling it long ago, but waited so we could for a college fund for our young." He swallowed and frowned and shrugged, "Best made plans don't mean shit."
Pulled up at the sprawling home and came around to open her door and help her out "It's still maintained by the same ancestral family of doggens that have descended from my sire's time."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 13, 2012 22:46:07 GMT -5
She reached over and touched his arm, giving it a squeeze, before looking up to see the large residence. "It's lovely." She could tell he had somewhat mixed feelings about it. Looked over at him, softly into his eyes, "Thank you, Tohrment."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 13, 2012 22:52:58 GMT -5
He rolled his head and was about to say something when the door opened and a lovely female flew out the door and onto him, wrapping her arms tight and smiled, "Tohr! It's been far too long!" She then planted a kiss on his cheek, as she held on tight.
He caught the female and glanced at Autumn in confusion and then set the young vamp away from him "Lehandra?" He laughed, "You've transitioned? Had it been that long?"
Leh smiled, "Yes I have." She tilted her head to smile at him seductively, causing his brow to shoot up as she popped fangs, "And now looking for a mate."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 13, 2012 23:27:36 GMT -5
She found herself having to suppress a growl at the female's shows of affection with Tohrment, and none too happy with how long she lingered in her embrace.
Raising a brow, and feeling her own fangs start elongating at the female's blatant efforts to tempt her male, she stepped up and eyed the female. "I wish you the best of luck, mistress. Not all are as fortunate as I have been to find such a male of worth as Tohrment to call hellren," smiling coolly, slipping her arm under Tohr's and firmly around his waist, placing her other hand on his chest.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 13, 2012 23:38:14 GMT -5
Slightly amused, but proud as Autumn made her position clear, reminded himself to lecture her for the mistress entitlement. She was mated to the leader of the Brotherhood, and now a part of the bloodline of Hharm. Few with the exception of Wrath, were far above him. She should now be called mistress. And he liked the thought of that. But the title being used did not slip past the young female before them.
Addressing Lehandra, "This is Autumn. My shellan, we are here on our mating getaway."
Lehandra's smile dropped as he looked Autumn up and down and smirked, "Oh. I did not know you had mated." The smirk became completely full of dismissal, "She's nothing like Wellsie. What is she? A doggen?"
In that split instant, his fangs popped and he grabbed the young woman's arm, yanking hard, "Careful female. That is mine shellan, and you are a lesser member of this household. A household I am lord and sire over. You will address her in the manner my mate deserves. She is your Mistress. Now go, have the doggens prepare the master suite." Growled, "Now."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 14, 2012 0:05:51 GMT -5
She relaxed as Tohr spoke, but frowned at the female's comments. She had no shame in her work, but there was something in the female's tone and eyes, an air of censure that did not escape her notice, nor did the female's meaning in her comparison to Tohrment's late shellan.
She stared wide-eyed at Tohrment's swift and fierce reaction in her defense. And even though she'd far from puffed herself up since becoming mated to Tohrment, she suddenly felt keenly how unfit she was to be anybody's mistress, standing quietly by as he reprimanded the female and sent her on her way.
She watched the female's face change, then looked away, with every intention of staying right where she was, not wanting to give the female new and further satisfaction by revealing her limp. Not to mention, the bonded female in her was still hissing, albeit more quietly now.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 14, 2012 0:13:10 GMT -5
Huffing out a frustrated breath, his fangs receded and he glanced at Autumn, "Leelan. Look at me." Then realized he had an angry edge to his tone and said it once again, softer, "Autumn. Please, look at me."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 14, 2012 0:21:08 GMT -5
She turned her head more, taking away completely his view of her face, and wishing she wore her cowled robe, though she had the grim thought that she should be relieved that her face had held no weight in the female's opinion of her.
She filled her lungs with air, exhaling slowly through her nostrils and turning to face him, though she did not lift her eyes to his. They instead settled on his chest, as she stood there in silence.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 14, 2012 0:35:56 GMT -5
Sighed "Your eyes Leelan. Look at your hellren fully." cupped her chin in his fingers, "I need to see your beautiful gaze."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 14, 2012 0:39:20 GMT -5
She forced the rest of the breath out softly before doing as he asked, meeting his navy gaze, that seemed to reached through her heart and straight to her soul.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 14, 2012 0:45:46 GMT -5
His voice gentle but firm, "You are now Autumn Hharm. Shellan of Tohrment, son of Hharm. From the honorable house of Hharm. I am the right side of the King of the Race, the leader of the Brotherhood. And you, as my shellan, a true female of worth, are to be respected and honored as such. You are to be given the same level of respect and honor as I am deemed.
We shall have to go to royal pain in the ass events as such. Represent our King at such ridiculous events. And deal with the fucktards of the Glymera." Gave her a slight smile as he placed his forehead on hers, still looking into her eyes, "You are a female of worth. My shellan, and it is time, you not only realized that, but all know it as well. Including, more importantly, you."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 14, 2012 1:04:19 GMT -5
She sighed, looking into his eyes, and she found her free hand resting aside his ribs before she realized she had moved it. It slid to his back and up, and finally she spoke. "I would go anywhere with thee, mine hellren..." added, with the tiniest smile, "even the...fucktards...of the glymera."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Aug 14, 2012 1:16:54 GMT -5
Raised a brow and gave her a wicked smile "Is it strange I find it slightly arousing to her you curse?" He bent his head to kiss her tenderly, "No more mistress. The only female above your station is Beth, our Queen. Unless the Scribe Virgin visits, then that, is a totally different set of rules."
Wrapped his arms around her and looked at the house, "Shall we go inside and rest? Tomorrow I can show more about the so called, honorable house of Hharm. It's colorful, at best."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Aug 14, 2012 1:31:53 GMT -5
Leaned into him as he kissed her, and smiled softly up at him. "Yes, and no, but it is better than you being disgusted by it." Kissed him softly again. "And, understood. No more mistress, with the aforementioned exception."
She followed his line of sight, and nodded. "I would enjoy that." Smiled . "Even the colorful parts..." then she thought about that. She frowned, and looked at him, recalling his state when they met. "Or, perhaps not. But still, I would like to hear it all, if you would like to share it." She wrapped her arms tighter around him. To have gone from this, to that...she knew little about his past before they met, as he spoke little of it, but knowing the aristocracy, the story was not likely to be a happy one.
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