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I enjoyed this sexy commission from multi talented who provided me with a preliminary drawing which was already beautiful in its own rite.

Feyrin / Fey'dlyn

~ A voice silky and pearl smooth drifted downstairs. “What a lovely and pleasant surprise to see you. Come to tell Dey'rin he's fired again?” Fey'dlyn sauntered down the stairs in a barely tied scarlet colored robe. It moved with him and though it hung down to his ankles the cut was so that half way up his thighs would show with each step. A towel in one hand, tussling his hair to dry it while the other he used on the railing, positioned just so as to add a graceful look when he made his way down the stairs. “Or perhaps you came to see me.” He let a hint of flirtation twinkle in those brilliant violet eyes. ~ Excerpt from Dreamscape, written by Lady Pirotessa

To read more about him:
The Quake ~5~5
Rough, thick fingers swirled across an ebony shoulder, disrupting his light rest. Fey'dlyn raised the arm that was being propositioned and buried his face into the soft cotton-like pillow to hide the sneer while he added a sensual moan for effect. Once the proverbial mask was well and back on, he rolled over to greet the woman lounging on the bed next to him, a pleasant smile road his face as if he looked satisfied.
Ulvirice looked down on him with her pockmarked visage as she rose to a kneeling position, the play at dominance was clear and inwardly he sighed. She always pretended to be superior but in all reality, this bitch was nothing of the sort. A rutty faced rothe with enough currency to get her way into being a Priestess perhaps but she didn't have real power. None of these mid ranked, power hungry sluts did. Yet he played the game hoping to eventually be able to work his way up to the top.
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Clean Blades ~ 6 ~ 6
Dey'rin sat, one knee bent with boot on the counter top and the other leg hanging down. Using the diamond laced whet stone to care for his serpentine bladed kris knife, he tilted his head to examine the blade. His lip upturned under the black spider silk mask as he nodded to himself, satisfied with the work. Perfect and beyond a razor's edge.
He'd had a dream the night before about a blade much like this one but with a channel carved down both sides which was disguised as elegant scroll work. It was done in a way so that the poison packed into the hilt would drift down and lace the blade perfectly and evenly but never drip. Just enough to to coat but not enough to give away that the blade had been laced. He had never seen one like it before and Dey'rin had seen more than his fair share of blades. Picking up the oiled cloth he began to stroke the blade in long slow motions. Deft fingers worked while rolling the though

Feyrin and Feyd'yn © Lady Pirotessa / Micha Cole

All Rights are Reserved | All creations (characters, designs, concepts, plots and prelims) are the sole property of the author. Watermark or copyright removal, editing, copying, reproduction, uploading, publishing, and especially selling of all content, literature and artworks is strictly prohibited. Protected by copyright law.

Description
I enjoyed this sexy commission from multi talented who provided me with a preliminary drawing which was already beautiful in its own rite.

Feyrin / Fey'dlyn

~ A voice silky and pearl smooth drifted downstairs. “What a lovely and pleasant surprise to see you. Come to tell Dey'rin he's fired again?” Fey'dlyn sauntered down the stairs in a barely tied scarlet colored robe. It moved with him and though it hung down to his ankles the cut was so that half way up his thighs would show with each step. A towel in one hand, tussling his hair to dry it while the other he used on the railing, positioned just so as to add a graceful look when he made his way down the stairs. “Or perhaps you came to see me.” He let a hint of flirtation twinkle in those brilliant violet eyes. ~ Excerpt from Dreamscape, written by Lady Pirotessa

To read more about him:
The Quake ~5~5
Rough, thick fingers swirled across an ebony shoulder, disrupting his light rest. Fey'dlyn raised the arm that was being propositioned and buried his face into the soft cotton-like pillow to hide the sneer while he added a sensual moan for effect. Once the proverbial mask was well and back on, he rolled over to greet the woman lounging on the bed next to him, a pleasant smile road his face as if he looked satisfied.
Ulvirice looked down on him with her pockmarked visage as she rose to a kneeling position, the play at dominance was clear and inwardly he sighed. She always pretended to be superior but in all reality, this bitch was nothing of the sort. A rutty faced rothe with enough currency to get her way into being a Priestess perhaps but she didn't have real power. None of these mid ranked, power hungry sluts did. Yet he played the game hoping to eventually be able to work his way up to the top.
&

Clean Blades ~ 6 ~ 6
Dey'rin sat, one knee bent with boot on the counter top and the other leg hanging down. Using the diamond laced whet stone to care for his serpentine bladed kris knife, he tilted his head to examine the blade. His lip upturned under the black spider silk mask as he nodded to himself, satisfied with the work. Perfect and beyond a razor's edge.
He'd had a dream the night before about a blade much like this one but with a channel carved down both sides which was disguised as elegant scroll work. It was done in a way so that the poison packed into the hilt would drift down and lace the blade perfectly and evenly but never drip. Just enough to to coat but not enough to give away that the blade had been laced. He had never seen one like it before and Dey'rin had seen more than his fair share of blades. Picking up the oiled cloth he began to stroke the blade in long slow motions. Deft fingers worked while rolling the though

Feyrin and Feyd'yn © Lady Pirotessa / Micha Cole

All Rights are Reserved | All creations (characters, designs, concepts, plots and prelims) are the sole property of the author. Watermark or copyright removal, editing, copying, reproduction, uploading, publishing, and especially selling of all content, literature and artworks is strictly prohibited. Protected by copyright law.