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Posted on Nov 13 2017, 6:39 AM.
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Alell

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A thin figure loomed at the entrance of the great yawning cave opening. The fading light of the winter’s eve sunset cast a fuzzy shadow of the winged maiden into the depths of the cavern, her silhouette merging with the darkness. Howling winds blew from behind, their volume had persisted for much of her travels and her copper ears felt deaf after the constant droning. Though she had traveled on hoof for much of her adventure, the pegasus had taken to flight over a red dune territory to reach her current location. Frightfully strong gales brought her to land upon a rough landscape. Evergreens dotted the terrain and streams intercepted her path more than once. The chill of winter caused her predominantly bleached white coat to fluff and she carried her wings half open to shelter her sides against the cold winds. The variously shaded sepia feathers ruffled and buffeted with each gust until her tottering steps had brought her here. Now, with her drafty head lifted to squint into the dimness of the cave, the gentlemare nibbled on her lower lip as she contemplated entering the mysterious place.

Releasing her abused appendage, the mare snorted, head bobbing in a quick nod, and stamped a forehoof in decisiveness. Seeking the solace offered in the dank place, she thought to watch the weather turn outside before leaving to explore some more but, somehow, her hooves didn’t stop once the wind ceased to wail. The chipped hooves carried her deeper and deeper. Pale as it was to begin with, the light behind her began to fade and her breathing started to come quicker as the dark pressed heavily upon her. The fiery ears clearly delivering the sound of each crisp hoof-fall and the raggedness of her breath. Though the fae wasn’t fearful of the dark specifically she was recalling all the times evil came to terrorize her. That happened most often in the dark.

Lean limbs started to tremble with each step deeper yet the winged mare continued until a faint emission of light appeared. Halting, the sabino cocked her head to the side and the braid upon her brow shifted comfortingly. The mismatched eyes hadn’t deceived her. A short distance away a clump of moss dimly glowed, casting a faint vivid green hue. Awestruck by the sight, the mare lowered her muzzle close to the ground and approached the foreign fauna in small steps. When her whiskers gently brushed the strangeness she sneezed and caused a cloud of glowing particles to flourish into the air, which caused her attention to be drawn toward the rich blue glow of a crystal.

Weaving around a stalagmite, the mare crept up toward the crystalline structure with her maw slightly agape. Further and deeper this curious wandering continued. Gazing with foal-like astonishment, the feathered fae didn’t realize that she had become well and truly lost. Nor would she care once the realization settled in. Instead her wonderment turned to verve. Flaxen forelock and mane fluttering as she weaved and jogged around stalactites that had reached down to their stalagmite mates the mare had circled back quite a few times until now. Turning down a fork, the sound of other equines reached her ears as well as the gurgling of moving water. This cavern was well lite compared to some of the other reclusive paths she had taken – sometimes she had even stumbled into or over objects concealed by the darker recesses.

Struck by the beauty of the open space, the filly-mare lowered her head slightly and curled her wings more firmly against her back in an attempt to appear smaller. In a miserable attempt at stealth – though she didn’t know why she thought to sneak – she silently placed her feathered hooves upon the ground in slow steps toward the only other opening. This involved creeping around the open space, though she strategically “hid” behind the thin pillars. Rolling her pink lower lip between her teeth again, the mare impishly sidled through the back opening. Releasing a soft sigh of excited accomplishment, the maiden gleefully tucked her chin to her chest and flapped her wings before continuing her adventurous investigation. Determined to trek this tunnel, with its many openings, she began walking again. This area appeared to hold treasures!

Oddly, a barrier made of fabric or foliage blocked the view of some chambers. Eager to test the consistency of the strange material, she rubbed her soft nose against the curtain and found the texture soothing. But her interest was sidetracked when she picked up sounds coming from within. Irrationally fearful of being caught – or rationally so – the mare backed away slowly, her long tail dragging between her hindlegs. Quickly scampering further into the tunnel, the mare hesitated by more cloaked passages. The urge to peek behind them and seek out more shiny treasures was tempting; nonetheless she was enjoying her sneaking so thoroughly that she refrained from snooping too boldly. A naïve eagerness radiated from her form as the filly-mare lingered near a corridor. Her attention caught by a beautiful feather laying abandoned upon the ground. 


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OOCShakaya Don't mind the super obvious draft pegasus sneaking around. She's just a resident filly-mare.
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It was with amusement that the teal vixen wandered the corridors that made up her second home. It had originally been her first home, unofficial as it was since these lands were un-claimable, but she had since moved out. She'd been uncharacteristically nervous when she had sought out Valor, unsure of what to expect from the scaled brute. The healer had to admit she'd been surprised, put a little more at ease with her new leader but she knew better than to lower her guard around him. Or his mate, she added mentally. While the first impression in any meeting was important it wasn't a precursor for future behavior. It was with a snort that she shook herself out of the heavy thoughts, mind reaching for the happy glow that The Depths provided. One didn't need a drug to feel at peace here, rather the only thing required was to be still. Mentally at least, few bodies were ever still in the House of Mischief. 

Shakaya brushed a wing against the cavern wall and shivered in delight as the cool cave water flicked off of the stone and ran between her feathers. It was the little things like this that made life worth living, something she strove to share with others. The phrase seemed to hum through her brain, bypassing everything else as she stopped to sniff some of the glowing moss that dangled above her. She had yet to test the plant for any medicinal properties and was sorely tempted to collect a sample and do so now. She doubted Nylani would appreciate her curiosity ruining the decor though. The stallion had seemed kind enough in the one encounter she'd had with him but the vixen didn't know him well enough to push boundaries...yet

She rounded the corner and came to a surprised stop when she realized that she was no longer alone. The mare that stood further down the corridor was a pegasus as well, the feathers around her feet indicating that she was some kind of draft horse even though she didn't look very bulky. Shakaya squinted, eyes straining to pick up any details that the darkness might have been hiding. Something small and round glinted in the stranger's mane as she moved her head. Purple tipped ears perked forward in interest before flicking sideways with amusement. The stranger appeared to be quite lost, mismatched eyes wide with wonder as she took in the many decorations that adorned the caves.

"Welcome," her voice left her in a seductive purr as she approached the visitor, "to The House of Mischief." Shakaya covered the space between them in an effortless trot, neck arched and wings displayed in a proud and flirty manner. "What can I do for you? Or is it another that you seek?"




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OOC |Oh boy, here we go! Alell 


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Alell

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"Welcome to The House of Mischief."

The sultry tone was lost to the naïve ears that flattened, in discouragement at being caught, against a tousled cream toned mane. With an eep!, the intruder shuffled so her rump faced the direction of the voice, thick tail rustling along the cavern ground. Though the genuine warmth of welcome was distinctly heard the maiden remained a trifle frightened at finally being confronted. Pupils dilating as her eyes widened, the pegasus ducked her head low as if to hide behind her own body. If not for the quivering of her knobby knees one might think she was trying to vanish from plain sight by standing stock still. Fleetingly, the harmless snooper thought about escaping behind one of the curtains but it was too late. So the lean pillars remained solidly planted. Faintly the luminescent flora illuminated her shell white coat and, with each airy step closer the stranger came, the ombre feathered wings flinched ever so slightly.

Upon hearing the euphonious voice again, the mare lifted her curious gaze and cast a suspicious look over her winged shoulder. Momentarily dumbfounded, the indistinctly mumbled question came without thought, "Wha-what can you do for Alell?" Falling back on foal behavior, the youthful mare answered with an inquiry of her own to stall for time. Shifting to face the beautiful mare standing before her, without taking her sights off the other pegasus, she was amazed by the riot of colors that marked the stranger’s coat and feathers.

Never before had Alell seen an equine with an ocean pigment upon their bodice. The anxious newcomer to Elysium had an affinity toward water because of her previous ability to bend the element at will – though her skills had been small. To this day, she would experiment briefly to see if her ability to manipulate water had returned at each puddle, lake, or ocean without success thus far. This didn’t diminish her delight at the color of blue which she fondly associated with happiness and excitement. Pretty eyes! And feathers like rainbows, wistfully the thoughts fluttered through her mind. Besotted, Alell bubbled, "What’s your name? How did your feathers become so colorful? Do you think Alell’s could be made that pretty? I have treasures." Finally breaking her stare, the filly-mare reached her muzzle over to her withers and clasped the braid in her teeth and cocked her head to show her new friend. That quickly the skittish fae had forgotten her earlier fright and was filled with radiant curiosity.



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OOC | A little choppy. Thank you for patiently waiting. Smile
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Posted on Nov 23 2017, 12:50 AM. (Edited: Nov 23 2017, 12:52 AM by Shakaya.)
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"There are many things, many services..." Shakaya paused a moment, golden hooves stepping forward and bringing her closer to her newest client. "...that I can do for you. You have only to ask it." The more she spoke with Alell the more it was becoming apparent that the other mare had never ventured into the House of Mischief before. Then again, she chided herself softly, there were many drugs available that could alter a being's mind. Perhaps that could explain the strange way the draft worded things and if that was the explanation then Alell would need to be referred to whomever had served her before. Shakaya fought the urge to frown, tracking down anyone in this place could be a pain. Shoving the annoyance to the side, she focused on the compliment and took the opportunity to brush her primary feathers along Alell's flank. 

Which led to the follow up question, of how she could harmlessly grant the mare's request. "There might be a way to temporarily color your feathers. I can't tell you how long it will last or how potent it will be, but I can try." She pushed down the foreign feeling of uncertainty with a smile. "If you'd follow me I can attempt to help you out." The vixen paused a moment, waiting to see if the client would follow. Whether or not the mare followed after her mattered little to Shakaya as she continued past Alell. The entertainer didn't have to look back to know the other mare was following, clattering hoof-steps were more than enough to tell her.

It didn't take Shakaya long to reach her chambers, wings lifting the curtain aside with ease before she shifted her body around to allow Alell to follow. It was only slightly more cramped with the draft present, but it wasn't horribly so and they both had plenty of room to maneuver without bumping into each other. Satisfied that her client was settled, for the moment at least, Shakaya focused her attention on uncovering the glass jars she kept hidden away. "Let's see here," the words were muttered as used her muzzle to bump back a few of the containers. 

There were some crushed blueberries, juice more purple in color than they were blue but other than that she couldn't find anything that could dye feathers. "I'm afraid I don't have any other colors, its been a while since I went and gathered different fruits, but I do have this." It was with care that she grasped the jar, feathers wrapped firmly as pliable bone allowed her appendage to bend in a way that shouldn't have been possible. Her wings did have their limits but luckily the jars were just the right size. She turned, eyes bright as she presented the preserves to Alell. "We could give it a try if you're willing?"




Word Count: 477

OOC | Alell 


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Alell

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A puzzled expression fluttered across Alell’s features at the mention of services. The clueless maiden presumed this was merely a herd place, like any other, with a caste system where she wouldn’t fit. Though the storm had encouraged her venture into the depths, the mare wasn’t opposed to exploring more of this House of Mischief if she wasn’t being immediately chased off. Her nosy antics had gotten her removed from a territory more than once. Yet this rainbow winged stranger was talking to her as if she had every right to be here. At the light stroke of feather tips against her flank, Alell cavorted with a toss of her creamy forelock.

The restless legs stilled at the sound of the honeyed voice. Eyes widening with delight, the ghost white head bobbed up and down to indicate her enthusiasm at the idea of having dyed wings, even if the possibility was only slight. When the chaperone turned and walked off a few steps before hesitating Alell realized she was to follow and, cheerfully, trotted after the sashaying amethyst tail.

Positively smitten about her successful infiltration, the filly-mare nearly pranced on the teal pegasus’s heels when the other mare stopped before one of the barriers. Lifting the curtain away with a dexterous wing, Alell jubilantly entered the chamber as the purple eyed stranger motioned her in. Instantly overwhelmed by a strong curiosity, the chestnut hovered behind the smaller mare as she sifted through various containers. Never before had Alell seen such a thing as jars or preserved herbs. The setup of the alcove was dimly lit by bio luminescent flora and the shelves carved into the stone walls were impressive. Not overly large or small, with the curtain shut, the pale pegasus felt warm and welcome in the niche. The impulse to ask innumerable questions was difficult to stifle but she managed. The other mare looked to be concentrating and she didn’t want to interrupt. This was a huge step for the filly-mare. It signaled that she was, indeed, growing into maturity. Though these steps forward were far and few between her bouts of foal antics.

When she was presented with the jar, Alell could hold back no longer and she blurted out in a high, airy excitement, "Yes, yes, yes! Please, Alell would like that very much." Her gaze hadn’t shifted from the jar grasped expertly between feathers. Those her eyes sparkled with excitement, the maiden also had a furrow of puzzlement. "What is it? How does Alell use it?" Reaching out with her velvet soft nose, she gently touched the glossy container. The fiery sorrel patches covering her eyes appeared to intensify her emotion filled eyes. Chestnut ears strained forward as she awaited her answers.



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OOC | Shakaya Tada! I got a reply in before the busy weekend. c:
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Posted on Jan 20 2018, 12:11 AM. (Edited: Jan 20 2018, 12:13 AM by Shakaya.)
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The mare in front of her was unlike any other customer Shakaya had ever entertained before and it was confusing. The teal vixen supposed that it was also refreshing to be around someone who wasn't desperate for her usual services. An ear flicked back as she ran her eyes over the draft's frame and used her imagination to swirl the dye along the other mare's wings. While it wouldn't be the brilliant range of colors that Shakaya had originally promised, it would be very pleasing to the eyes. Yes, maybe she could still make this work after all. 

Amethyst eyes looked away from the draft and fixated on the jar in front of her, orbs narrowing as she concentrated. It took a moment for her to feel confident enough with her control over the object's lid to move it, eyes tracking where she wanted it to go.... riiiight there. Satisfaction surged through her when her magic obeyed the command and gently placed the piece of glass on an upper shelf. "I must be honest with you, Alell." The words were silken as they left her lips, eyes still narrowed in concentration. "I've never done this before. Nobody has been willing to be my..." she paused, searching for the right word before she continued, "accomplice." 

The healer was a blur of teal as she dashed from shelf to shelf, hastily gathering the supplies that she would need. Leaves, feather brush, water, the list ran through her mind as she looked at the items she had collected. "Are you ticklish?" The vixen frowned as she tilted her head at the draft, "it's okay if you are." 

She waited patiently for an answer and turned her focus on measuring how many leaves she would need. If things went according to plan then an assortment of seventeen would work nicely. Shakaya hummed, already moving to soak the leaves in the bowl of water she kept off to the side. With the leaves wet she would be able to place them along her client's sides and shield the coat from the dye. 





Word Count: 347
OOC | So sorry its late!


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Alell

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"I must be honest with you, Alell. I've never done this before. Nobody has been willing to be my... accomplice."

No answers yet, but the maiden had more exciting words to fill her with anticipation. Ivory eyelashes didn’t even bat when the jar moved without a touch to an upper shelf. The majority of her life had been spent in lands filled with such powerful magic that they made those of Elysium look like mere parlor tricks. In an impressive imitation of a baby joey, the filly-mare managed to bounce eagerly up and down without lifting a single hoof off the ground.  Her wavy flaxen forelock flopped against her brow, the braid by her ear swaying to and fro, while her sepia wings gave tiny flaps. The heavy tail swished and fairly swept the floor clean of dust. "Accomplice Alell," she nickered, "Alell the accomplice." Swaying from left to right, the light draft snaked her head from side to side in a little swaying dance as her eyes remained trained on every little move that Shakaya did.

Clamping upper teeth down on her lower lip to keep questions from spilling out, she nibbled on the chafed flesh and stilled when the rainbow winged mare cast a glance at her. High pitched like a foal, she erupted in giggles at just the thought of tickling and breathlessly admitted, "Oh yes, yes, yes I am." The pinto was in motion again once the steady stare of those amethyst orbs turned away from her. This time she shuffled closer to the busy mare and attempted to peer over her shoulder. 

A chestnut pinna flicked at the smoothing sound of humming and Alell did her best to hum along though she was completely tone deaf. "What are those for? What was in the jar? What colors will you make Alell? Are you ticklish, Shakaya?" With a dexterous pinion the pied mare went to prod the teal flank near to Shakaya’s point of hip since it was easiest to reach. A cheerfully cheeky smile let her teeth peek from pink lips with giggles slipping from her as she attempted to find out for herself if the other mare was ticklish.



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Humor her, the thought was soft in the corner of her mind and body leaned into the gentle touch of Alell's feather. Humoring this strange mare ought to be fairly easy, the foal-like enthusiasm instantly allowing Shakaya to switch gears. How did you even find this place? The question burned at the front of the vixen's mind as she let her hide shiver at the touch. "It seems you have found my greatest weakness," the healer's voice was filled with a sense of mock disbelief. "You do realize that this means war... right?"

Amethyst eyes burned brightly with mischief as she kicked some of the pillows out of the way and she only stopped rearranging her alcove when she was satisfied that tripping would no longer be a hazard. The feather brush raised, prompted by her telekinesis, and pointed itself at the draft. The feather's tip wiggled in excitement, the tool clearly ready for the impromptu tickle fight. "This feather brush is usually used for applying the dye," Shakaya's head lifted as she moved closer. "But I think it might be ready for something different."  Her tail flicked against the other mare's chest in an attempt to distract her while the brush zoomed in from behind. "I wonder where you are most ticklish?" Her tone turned contemplative, muzzle screwed into a thoughtful frown. "So many potential tickle spots..."

Again her tail swished, this time colliding with a pale shoulder as the brush seized the opportunity to skim over the filly-mare's back. Shakaya was careful to leave herself open for retaliation, well aware of how discouraging it could be if one wasn't allowed to make contact. "The leaves are to prevent the dye from staining that lovely coat of yours." For a moment Shakaya considered attempted to control a leaf as well as the brush but quickly thought better of it. She wasn't that advanced in her magic, bitterness over the fact that it wasn't the magic she wanted left it unused. For the most part, her mind whispered in correction as she abandoned the idea. The moment of internal conflict was brief, the moment left unnoticed to the outside world. 

Pale lips parted in a smile as her client seemed to enjoy the moment. It had been so long since the vixen had been given the chance to play like this and she reveled in it. There wasn't enough room in the alcove to fool around properly, and the thought left Shakaya with the urge to take Alell into one of the larger rooms. Slender ears were quick to come to attention, straining to detect any sounds coming from the direction she wanted to go. Nylani's absence weighed heavily on her mind, the brothel had been fairly quiet without him but at least it would come in handy this one time. "We will come back here," the promise was called over a teal shoulder as Shakaya spun and started to leave her chambers. "But first, there is something I think that you would like to see." 




Word Count: 506
OOC| Tickles and adventure, who'd have thunk it in the HOM?


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Alell

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"Greatest weakness?" Alell squeaked with wonder. She was delighted to have so easily discovered something about this teal mare that had foiled her attempts at sneaking around. In fact, it was incredibly unusual for the skittish draft to settle this easily with a stranger but something about the rainbow winged equine was calming – no encouraging. As her ebony pinion feather succeeded in lightly touching Shakaya’s side, the pinto pulled back with a toss of her head and her hooves frisked the ground as she tucked her tail close to her rump to back up a few steps at the fae’s question.

The concept of humor was difficult for Alell to interoperate and her mismatched orbs squinted until she realized that entertainer was meaning for them to play a game and not literally make war. A beatific smile graced her lips while her sorrel ears perked forward. Eagerly she went to dodge a levitating feather brush, an infectious riot of giggles spilling from her, but the swish of brilliant purple tail caught her attention and she hesitated before shying to the left. A squeal of glee interrupted the giggling when the feather lightly caressed her rump.

Too soon her energetic stride came to a halt as she encountered the curve of the cavern wall and she pivoted back around to face Shakaya just in time to get a tail flick to the shoulder. Braids with their teal beads heavy against her neck, the filly-mare shook out her mane and jumped a mere inch off the ground at the touch along her spine. Sepia wings fluttered at the feel as she cheered, "Again, again!"

A ghostly pale nose reached out to oh-so-gently graze the blue-green shoulder beside her with just the sensitive whiskers. Pulling back as quickly as she reach forward, Alell blinked when Shakaya spoke of the leaves. She had forgotten her question during the excitement of their game. It seemed that Shakaya had a new idea for them to enjoy. Overzealous to know, the maiden promptly followed close on Shakaya’s golden heels and chirped, "Shakaya-la, where are we going?" They were beyond the curtain and traversing down the corridor, though they seemed to be moving away from the bustle of the main area. This was further than Alell had gotten on her own. Prancing with anticipation, she peered up at the bioluminescent fungi and artistically arranged crystals guiding their path. 



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