Penthesilea
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Re: Penthesilea's Castle... posts 3501 to 3600
Reply #37 - Dec 23rd, 2006 at 1:14am
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#3565 [Rewrite by Penthesilea]
Determined not to miss the entire evening, Satira had cajoled Daemon into meeting her in the Ballroom for the dancing. Daemon didn’t care much for dancing -- he could do it but preferred not to -- but he got a great deal of pleasure out of playing mindgames with those members of the suitors’ retinues who were foolish enough to strike up a conversation with him. Daemon had promised that as soon as the last bit of information had been extracted from the “minstrels” in Secure Security, he would join her.
She had decided to dress in the style favored by most of the women attending. The more revealing styles she favored were not having the desired effect on Daemon. She needed him completely under her influence in order for her mission to succeed and he was still showing a marked interest in other women. It was taking entirely too much effort on her part to keep his attention. And while she was trying to keep Daemon's attention on her she was NOT increasing her influence over the Keyholder. Fortunately, she was not without resources and tonight would see him under her sway once and for all.
While waiting for Daemon to arrive so she could put her plan into action, Satira watched Penthesilea dance with her suitors. She used the goblet of red wine she held to hide her smile as Penthesilea fended off the groping hands of those worthy gentlemen. The smile changed to a frown when Sir Michael claimed the Keyholder for a dance and Satira could see Penthesilea visibly relax in the knight’s arms. The First Knight was also an obstacle to her domination of the Keyholder but less of one than the Lord Marshall. He had escaped her attentions so far but once Daemon was firmly under her control and the Darklord dead or banished from the Castle, Michael was next on Satira’s list for seduction. With her brother and her First Knight under Satira’s control, Penthesilea would be surrounded by people she trusted who would tell her exactly what Satira wanted her to hear.
Satira watched as the tall, handsome knight danced with Penthesilea and her irritation grew. His devotion to Penthesilea was obvious. What was it about Penthesilea that inspired such devotion in people -- especially men? It could not be her beauty -- Satira was far more pleasing to the eye than the Keyholder. Nor could it be her intelligence, her cunning or her sense of style, all of which were inferior to Satira’s. So why? Satira could find no answer.
Across the vast ballroom, Satira saw Daemon enter the room and begin to look for her amid the crowd. It was time to put her plan into action. She was about to do so when her God, Mar-Nek, took a hand. Lord Leverance, drunk and surly, decided that she would be an excellent target for his unwanted attentions. With a quick mental “thank you!” to her patron, Satira rebuffed the lord and moved away. Leverance, unaccustomed to refusal, followed her and persisted in his attentions, reaching the point where his manhandling of Satira’s person caused her to spill her wine down the front of her dress just as he ripped the bodice away from her breasts. It was at that point that Daemon arrived. Immediately enraged that a woman he considered his was being manhandled by a being not fit to be called any species of human, Daemon seized Leverance by the throat, lifted him clear of the floor and, after shaking the suddenly sober -- and terrified -- man like a rat threw him across the room then, shifting to a half-lion form, Daemon roared and began to follow. He had only taken three steps when he found Sir Michael, Sir Alexander and three of the Wolfkin between him and his quarry. He snarled and would have forced his way through them were it not for FallingStar, the strongest telepath in the small pack. She hit Daemon squarely “between the eyes” with a sending that snapped him back almost to rationality. Then they all laid hands on him and, with Satira, hustled him out of the Ballroom and into the hallway that led to the Security Tower. From there, it was a relatively simple matter to get him into the Security Tower elevator and up to the floor where Satira’s rooms were. Once Daemon and Satira were in the elevator, Sir Michael and Sir Alexander headed back into the Ballroom to find the Keyholder.
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