My Prisoner, the Eater of Stars (Meteora/DigitalSiren)

[Bug-Blair]

The vastness of space looms large over every creature, all of us living and dying under the same unchanging sky, able to bend anything to our will but those glistening stars in the sky of deepest black. They might as well be Gods, omnipotent and all-seeing, giving life to billions upon billions of lifeforms who can only worship and be grateful for the light bestowed upon them. So what if one was to harness enough power to rival that of stars? They'd be Gods unto-themselves, and how would they use such power?

For the Arak’nur, they chose to eat the very stars which ones blessed their crops with enough vitality to build their ravenous empire. They harvested sun after sun to fuel their war-machines, turns countless vibrant paradise-worlds into rocky husks in the name of their endless conquest. Their fleet numbered in the billions, each powered by pure sunlight and captained by the most ruthless warlords one could imagine. The only species they let live were the ones cunning enough to pledge their servitude, but even these ones had their homes taken from them. Instead they'd serve in endless toil for their masters; providing their drink, warming their beds, acting as cannon-fodder when needed. Each devestated system left their empire ever-stronger, with more servants and offspring than they could count. So what could cause such a force to crumble?

The answer is the same for every Empire: A house divided against itself cannot stand.

A jolt within the troop-carrier rocked Zephyr back to life, his tawny eyes fluttering for a moment before a large thud almost shakes him to the ground! He stumbles, his bare shoulder smashing against the one of the metal walls as a cruel laugh sounds from behind him. His fingers clench into a fist at that, but even without the bolt-cuffs keeping him tightly he would hardly stand a chance against Wrexham Colt. The man had survived the most bloody theaters in the war and had the age to show for it, with a laugh thats just as crooked as his war-tattered visage. "Careful, Prince. It seems this planet doesn't agree with your presence. Perhaps its heard of your tales?" The man japes through his twisted laughter, bringing a heavy hand to slap Zephyr's back, almost knocking him off balance once again. But still he stands, despite it all he's stood firm. Some might see it as foolish, but those people would not be Arak'nur. Even during the grand tribunal he would not bow, no matter how much leniancy the Generals promised to offer him if he just bent the knee in submission. He brings a hand to his face, feeling the cracked lip and bruised eye that Wrexham had deigned to bless him with before their landing. Even as the old man beat him, Zephyr wouldn't name a single of the mans fallen comrades he was ordered to apologise for. Would his father be proud...?

Like hell he would. Survival alone is never enough, glory can only come through conquest.

"I best kiss the ground, might I? It might take a liking to me once its tasted my royal supremacy~" The words are clearly spoken through pained lips, but Zephyr just about manages to get the snide remark out - much to Wrexham's displeasure. 'If you wanted to be the pinnacle of wit on this ship you should have taken my tongue, old man.'. Its a comment that would have gotten him a beating if it were not for the fresh presence of a single girl: his warden, of all things. Wrexham knew it was her job to protect him from harm as much as it was to stop him from harming others, so all he could do is silently boil as the Prince who's responsible for countless deaths speaks freely to him. "I hope you see fit to bind his mouth, woman." Not a spec of respect can be found in the mans voice as he turns to Zephyr's 'warden' and spits those words at her, beams of sunlight suddenly warming the groups faces as the ships plug-door lowers down to welcome them to a shining world of tropical beauty. Teal waters, clear
skies, grass of vibrant green... all this divinity to house an unrepentant monster.

 

[Bunny]

Above her, the suns beat down on her golden skin, warming her to the very marrow. Xarina shielded her eyes with a hand, as the ship carrying her prisoner landed. Upon the ship was Zephyr, the last Arak'nur. Inhaling, she could smell the warm, almost vanilla smell of the sand and the salt of the ocean that surrounded the lush island upon which she stood. A warm breeze played through her long, inky black hair and Xarina fought a soft moan of pleasure at the coolness against her skin. Dressed even as she was, she was overheating. A top of light leather, stormy blue and pale blue cloth covered her breasts, her toned, flat stomach bare, her pants were made of the same stormy blue, with accents of leather and lighter blue, ending mid calf. Her shoes were made from the same leather and they laced over her feet. The heat wasn't all that bad and she loved the feel of sun against her skin, but it was the height of the afternoon, the suns had no mercy.

The door of the ship opened and she could hear from within two voices, a frown pulling at her lips. As they approached the ramp she dropped her hand and watched the Prince as he descended the ramp, his voice carrying. The words made her want to smile, despite the implications of his words. She knew what he was, what his kind had done. As Zephyr made his way onto the warm sand which she stood upon, she moved to stand between them. "That would be at my discretion," her voice was silky and almost sweet, her pale blue eyes narrowing. "You have done your job." The dismissal was apparent and she turned her back to him. He was no longer her concern, the man before her was.

Xarina had been trained from birth, though there was some doubt if it had been for a job such as this one. She was a part of an elite family that was well known for the bodyguard work and exemplary military record. Her mother and father were both well known and respected. This was likely seen as an easy first job for her to get her feet wet in. At nineteen, she was still young and when placed side by side with her prisoner, she didn't look the part. Only five feet, she was a foot and change shorter than Zephyr, though where his limbs seemed softer, there was a slight definition of her own body. Short and toned didn't mean she was any less beautiful though. She took after both parents, though her height was a mystery. Like her mother, she had skin like caramel, sun kissed she was golden.. Her hair was her fathers, lush, dark inky black locks and her mothers eyes peered out from the thick dark lashes. Her body was more her mother, with the soft, generous curves.

Another breeze danced across the island and she sighed softly. "Welcome to your new home," This was offered softly, as she took in their surroundings. She had been here for a few days and had only explored a fraction of the beach. This was a paradise and it was being used as a prison. Ironic really, but it wasn't for her to judge. Xarina knew all about his kind, the atrocities that they had casually spread across the universe. The destruction they left in their wake... Yet, many still saw them as gods and she could understand why. More so, why they would sentence him here. They gave him something that had been thoughtlessly expunged from the universe. Pale, blue eyes took him in and she tried to understand that he was a monster. Everyone knew it, yet this close, she struggled. Don't let a pretty face distract you from what he and his kind did...

 

[Bug-Blair]

After spending so much time locked up in the bowels of a dozen prison ships, this radiant light was... utterly blinding. Zephyr had to close his eyes for a moment upon the touch of the brilliant rays on his dark skin, reaching up a hand to the sky in an attempt to block it out so he may get a look at this turnkey of a woman. She sounded pleasant, at least. Not the tones you'd expect from a guard, moreso from a nurse comforting you on your bedside. One might suggest he'd need one given the wounds inflicted upon him by the savage brutes of his transporters, the ones intoxicated by the need for revenge for their fallen comrades and only held back by their respect for the fragile peace of their budding Republic. Those people would be uneducated to the Arak'nur's relationship with the sun, however. Or more aptly, their exploitation of these celestial life-givers. Not simply fit to just use them as fuel, the ancient Arak'nur wanted to fuse their bodies with these divinities in hopes of becoming pure starlight. The experiments had... mixed results. But they did yield some results; such as being able to use the stellar emissions of the stars to heal their own bodies, keep them healthy and pure. The process wouldn't stop a bullet to the forehead, but a few bruises? Give it some time...

"Home..." He spits the word with clear spite, though the pronounciation itself is rather honeyed. Huh, even when venemous the male's tongue cannot hold back his suave undercurrents. "For now." A much grittier voice answers back from behind before a hand pushes him from the craft and onto the beach, once again forcing the Arak'nur to keep his balance as his bare feet his hot sands. "If your discretion is of any use I'd say bind him to the nearest tree till I come back to do what the tribunal didn't have the balls to." Wrexham pulls out a datapad and swipes his finger across it, alerting those on the cruiser above that the package has been delivered. "Or maybe they just didn't have the heart to? I bet some of those weak-hearted fucks still hold loyalties to your kind, monster. We'll weed them out soon enough, don't you worry."

Ha, are suspicions flaring up so soon?

This time the Arak'nur hadn't managed to keep his balance, falling down onto the course sands and only just managing to push his palms into them to stop himself from taking a mouthful of this prison world. The alien's whole body was illuminated by the sun now, the elegant white one-piece with flowing blue highlights that cut off around his hips, the edges of his tight ass teasingly in-view for all to see while a hefty bulge was scrunched-up on the side flanking his rear. The revealing noble-dress was complimented by a set of stockings riding up his firm legs up until half-way up his thighs, leaving only a fraction of his hickory legs visably naked. The traditional dress of the Arak'nur was markedly more feminine than that of most other races, their elegance making for a cruel contradition with the vicious ways of their wearers. As if to make this all the more clear, Zephyr glanced back at Wrexham with a predatory hunger in his wide eyes, those jagged teeth of his beared and twin tongues flaring up between them. "Figured it out so soon, old soldier? Maybe someone with a faster brain could stop my loyalists, but a creaky old engine like you? Doubtful~" He teases with ample sugar.

In truth? He's lying. There are no loyalists left to protect him, they peaced out and were absorbed by the Republic when a deal was made not to execute the last of their imperial species, but to let him live the rest of his days in isolated luxury. He has to find humour in the irony of the luxury they chose. Looking away from the fuming old man, Zephyr's eyes glance upon a much fairer sight as his eyes begin to adjust to this new reality. Admittedly the first thing he recognized was her height, how compact can lesser species even get?! Back home it wasn't uncommon to find women overshadowing him by a foot or more, most of those he courted he had to get on his toes to even smooch their chins - but this one? If her lips ever called he'd have to pick her up to even chance at them. He pulls away rogue locks of umber hair that cover his face, exposing his tawny eyes to his guard as he picks himself up off the ground and begins wiping the sand from his hands and knees. "If this is my home, I can assume you are my new bedwarmer? Its a miracle I've been given at least one to relieve myself with, unless looks can be decieving..." His eyes roll over the curves of her body as he speaks, not caring to rest upon her own as would be polite, but clearly ogling what she has to offer. And what that is, is quite the spectacle. The definition of her muscle not only compliments her well, but shows that his cheeky assesment was very wrong. Why give him a whore who could overpower him at any moment? His own body doesn't lack muscle, but its far softer than what she's packing. Well in any case, he'll let the woman defend herself. If she can't do that then what kind of warden is she?

"The water... I'll bathe soon. Have they constructed a home nearby for us to consumate in? A, um..." The alien doesn't quite know how to describe your average house, having lived on a ship his entire life. But instead of struggling desperately for a 'eureka!' moment he just shakes his head and begins to walk down from the rise they'd landed upon the to where sands meet glistening waters.

 

[Bunny]

The word spit back at her did not reflect on her face, though she frowned internally. It was his home, he would never leave this artificial paradise. She didn't correct him, nor comment at the spite that came from Zephyr's dulcet voice. Rather her blue eyes flickered to Wrexham. "Until you come back, he will be given full reign of the island." He knew that and she didn't share in his views. She knew that Zephyr's kind had done unspeakable things, yet she wasn't here to judge him further. She was here to make sure no harm came to him and that he did not leave the extravagant cell. Much like she had held her tongue at Zephyr's biting word, she didn't respond to the comments that Wrexham made.

The push to her prisoner made Xarina growl gently. "I will say this only once. Lay hands on him again and I will take pleasure in feeding you your own hand." The words offered sweetly as she moved to Zephyr. Xarina took in his outfit, the shape of his body beneath the cloth. He was handsome, but she'd expected nothing less. Searching him for any signs of mistreatment she turned to face Wrexham. It took a lot to keep the sigh from leaving her lips and she stepped between the men. "Your ship is waiting," the words soft. It didn't help that he baited the older man, but what could she expect? It was all he had now, his words and quick wit. Xarina couldn't bring herself to begrudge Zephyr what he had left to him. "We shall both be here upon your return," the dismissal was clear for a second time.

Shifting she turned to look at Zephyr as he dusted himself free of sand. "Oh, that's adorable!" Her smile was bright and came easily. "You have your hand, though giving it a nickname is just the cutest thing I have ever heard." Her eyes shifted to the appendage in question. "Have you hurt your hand, Zephyr? It looks fine to me, not at all deceptive. Though if you and it need a moment alone?" A brow rose sardonically. She had no intention in sleeping with Zephyr or doing anything else other than guarding him. Should she have needs, she could pleasure herself. No need for anyone else. The same she expected of him. She felt his eyes rake over her body and in truth she hadn't expected any less.

Looking to Wrexham, she lifted a hand in farewell before following her prisoner towards the dwellings. Several rustic looking houses lined along the shore. While they didn't seem luxurious, the insides were fine and to her surprised they'd been cooled within. The sand shifted under her feet as Xarina trailed behind him. "I had no idea that Arak'nur had such a relationship with their own hands. Fascinating to be sure." She walked past him, leaving him to now follow her. She pointed to the large of the dwellings. "You may have that one." There were enough rooms in for her to have taken one as well, but she saw no point. She'd take the one closest to his own.

"Enjoy your bath and personal time." There was a smirk in her voice and she slipped into her own home. Xarina had every intention to change into a bathing suit, a bikini to be exact. Black, it left little to the imagination, like most bathing suits. The little crystal additions had appealed to her. The one that rested against her taut stomach her favorite out of the four places they lay. Exiting her hut, her hands pulling her long hair up into a high ponytail. She knew very little about Zephyr.. he was the last of his kind, at least as far as they knew. To a point, she felt for him. To know you were the last? Or rather, she knew how she'd feel in his place.

 

[Bug-Blair]

The old soldier rolls his eyes at Xarina's spiteful retort. How young was she? She doesn't have the neck-gills of a Hydron or any deep inlays into her chin like that of an Athren, so her lifespan must be at least comprable to his. No older than her 20's, even her teens by some races standards. These kids, they really have no fucking idea. They should have thrown this generation into the trenches for a bit before the war came to an end, given them a sense of duty and fear. Instead she's being protective over this monster like she's his damn mother! "Well lets hope he reigns straight into a nest of vipers, for the sakes of all of us." The man spits those words before giving a signal to the soldiers behind him, the ones all trussed up in harded thermosteel armour that was worn more as a statement than for actual practicality. Thermosteel was one of the inventions that brought the war to a turning point; its coolant-regulators being able to withstand the intense heat of Arak'nur sunspears and cannonfactions. Those weapons would melt entire divisions with ease at the start of the conflict, but strife is the mother of ingenuity. The Arak'nur anticipated technological developments they had to overcome, but just how far these wretched rebels advanced shocked them to their cores... until their cores were simply stardust. One of the thermosteel soldiers pounds his fist on the door to the cockpit, making it clear its time to leave.

This girl had never seen her friends wiped from reality before her eyes. She'd never seen her home world eaten up by a star going super-nova. In his eyes, she might as well be fresh from the womb with a childlike innocence that needs to be crushed before it hurts her. He could do that of course, he could shoot this vile Prince where is lies and leave the world a better place. But no, he'd be court-marshalled before he even leaves the system. Better to let the foolish councillors of the republic wither away while he stands firm like oak, ready to take the seat of power and continue the extermination when the time is right. Well he might have to kill a few of his political enemies to get the ball rolling a bit, but thats just speeding up the inevitable. "Hmpf. You well better be, or it'll be you hand I'll be feasting on that day." More than an idle threat, Wrexham isn't unused to feasting on the flesh of... Well, war-stories like that are best shared by the man himself aren't they? Not that he'll twist the details on how willing his comrades were in becoming his supper. The flight-doors swiftly clamp shut behind the duo of toned guard and a Prince perfected, then the leg-like engines roar with a might gusty of wind bellowing away sand and grass and even tearing a few leave away from the nearby trees. But after a less-than noble escape into orbit, the ship leaves both of them alone to eachother and the nature around them.

God, its an ugly thing isn't it? Zephyr can't help but sneer as it escapes, having given a mocking wave goodbye to the haughty General. The ship is too representitve of what both their sides had become by the end; effecient machines of pure murder, only focused on wiping out the other. Oh don't get him wrong, Zephyr takes no issue with vapourizing the enemy but the loss of culture was immense. There was no 'culture' in that design, only a patchwork of metals desperatly clamped together in hopes of withstand a few attacks more, and it was the same for them. No more grand works of architecture for battlecruisers, only pure effeciency. Now if they were to take the body of the woman standing beside him as inspiration for a new flagship... then they've getting somewhere.

Perhaps not her personality, however, as the mocking rebuttal of his offer for a good bedding makes his heart curl. Denying him?! "What a disservice to your own body..." He grimly retorts, shooing away her accusation of handy help with a wave of the limb suggested. "Are you implying I should waste my virility on my hand when there's a perfectly good body beside me? Then... you'd be implying the same for yourself..." Oh god, now he wants to lurch. The thought of this woman giving herself her own release is... Just why would you do that? Its an offence not only to him, but all the men, women and whatever else that might have looked her way in the past that she's not willing to drop to her smallclothes when the need arises. But fuck those losers, she's denying him?! "Fantastic, I've been paired with someone so self-obssessed... Urgh~" He lets slip a grunt as he moves forward, having to clutch his sides at the rousal of pain there. "... That they think their hand is a good substitute for a seasoned partner. Well good luck to you, I'll be on the lookout for any women hiding in these waters. What do you call them... Sirens?" Once again the culture of planet-dwellers was lost upon him, but any story involving well-endowed women always perked his interest. But walking towards the ocean he spots no willing maidens calling out for him in the water blue, just the chirping of vibrant birds flying above him and the periodic splashes of fish doing battle against one another in the sea. Hmpf, as much as it pains him it seems like he truly will need to bathe alone.

Yet it might be even more fortuitious that she believed, that Xarina didn't play into his teasing and left his nethers cold. If she'd shown even the slighest interest then the pompous Prince, drunk on years of having anything he wanted in the most deboucherous of manners, might have simply barged in to watch her undress. Instead the cold shoulder is firmly given and he makes way towards the ocean shore, softly pulling down the tights from around his thighs and flinging them across a nearby bench that had been constructed near the rustic dwellings. It was a humble abode, one that would take some getting used to yet in honesty Zephyr was just glad he was given a home at all. But right now he just wanted to bathe. Bathe and allow the radiant sun to heal his body, a natural ability of his people that was already taking root. The bruised nose they'd given him had already cleared up, the pain in his sides becoming lighter and lighter by the minute. Glad to know that the atmoshphere doesn't do too much to harm his healing. Not done with his undressing, Zephyr takes slides his hands across his shoulders, slipping off the tight one-piece that already did the bare minimum to hide his hefty assets and letting it fall between his legs. He was now completely bare, a soft musculature chiseling the lithe and dark figure that tentatively take a few steps into the sea. It was cold... brothy? Much unlike the sterile pools of his ship, thats for sure. With curiosity at this alien landscape taking him, the male bends over with eyes wide and scoops up a handful of the ocean water. He quickly brings it to his lips, and just as quickly spits it back out into the sea. Then he hears a door open behind him, and with his tight ass still bare for the poor girls eyes he turns his head to glare at her. "Did the makers of this world think it so divine they saw fit to season its waters? In a kinder world I could use this ocean to boil my dinner!" He calls to her with, scoffing at egotistical nature of the tropics. But still he wades into the ocean until it begins to cover his rear and the thick length blessedly hidden from Xarina's eyes. If the sirens just so happen to be chilling underwater, they are in for quite the how-do-you-do.

 

[Bunny]

Sha hadn't cared what Wrexham had though of her actions, the prisoner was now under her care and it was a job that she was going to take seriously. Xarina didn't miss the way he looked at her and she could have guessed the thoughts. Hell, she knew how she looked. She was young, pretty and despite the muscle on her body, people were more than willing to dismiss her. She still stood between her charge and Wrexham, mostly because he gave her little choice. She ignored the comment, because he wouldn't. Xarina would never allow Zephyr to do any such thing, but they all knew it.. therefore, it didn't bear comment in her eyes.

"If we were not here, how would you manage?" She'd had enough of his looks, his treatment of Zephyr and of her. Her response was saccharine, sweet enough to kill. She'd turned her back on him as he moved to board his ship, leaving her alone with Zephyr. It wasn't like she couldn't handle the princeling. She knew of his kind, though, he was the first she'd met. Wrexham hadn't been wrong, she'd never seen those horrors, she was too young.

Her laughter carried over her shoulder at the disgust that she'd allow her body to suffer by denying herself the pleasure of his own. Turning, she walked backwards. "So let me get this straight. You offer was one of kindness on my behalf. You'd not want to see me suffer?" A brow lifted lazily and she snorted. "It's not the fact that you used to have women fawning all over you for the privilege and you are under some assumption it's the least you deserve?" A shrug rippled along her shoulders, "I have long been denied the pleasure of your body, I have had to make due." The sarcasm was almost as sweet as the lines she'd laid into Wrexham. "Trust me, princeling, I have lived so far without you. I will again."

She watched him with cool eyes as he complained about her, a delicate snort leaving her. "They said you guys had no sense of humor. You're not so unbelievably handsome that I must just have you, ya kno~" Her words died off and she frowned, sighing. "There will be no mystical women here to see to your needs either." Xarina had left him then, moving to her own chambers. Changed she came up beside him, her eyes had only lingered for a moment on his ass. "It's salt water, princeling. Like the oceans of earth. If you're looking to bathe, I can bring you to the spring." Xarina wouldn't deny him thing cruelly like the others might have. Pausing, she looked up at him, "Is the sun helping your side?" There was a bit of warmth in her tone, a small offer of peace. She was more than biting wit. They would be trapped together for sometime.

Eyes of endless turquoise gazed at his nose, she could see it already looked better. "Come on, follow me." Xarina led him down the beach, the warm sand. It would take them about five minutes to find the hidden cove. At the top there was enough for several to relax within the pool and another pool lay at the base of the misty waterfall that tumbled down along the rocks. She nodded to a set of stairs set off to one side. "Stairs are there and soaps and the like are set back on the left side. Enjoy your bath, princeling." Xarina was not inclined to stay with him, yet she had little choice. While she doubted that he'd take his own life, if he did, it would be on her head. So she climbed the stairs and moved to lay along the couch on the right, her body partially hidden from the sun. She could feel the warm rays on her skin, warming her through once more.

 

[Bug-Blair]

Zephyr's darling fingers curl at the accusation she's aimed towards him; one tainted by the insinuation that he cares little for the subjects who grace his bedsheets with their sprawled bodies. Well, this sass is entirely unbecoming of one so stout - thats for damn sure. "You think I'm so limited in my grandiosity it can't be both?" he waxes with an almost proud smile, waving a hand to the side to dispel such fiendish gossip. "I am deserving of an ass belonging to a more distinguished noble than you, yet of offer to share my divinity with you all the same. Am I not gracious?" His self-satisfied smile becomes so wide that his lips open towards the edges of his mouth, showing off just a hint of some jagged teeth behind those his kissable lips. "And still..." The smile drops when he once more comes to terms with the fact that this girl isn't dropping to her knees and tugging at his crotch, a cruel reality crushing any sly pomp from his demeanour. At least for now, for he's learnt more brutally than ever that he's not a dog put down so easy.

At least by people. This foreign environment however seems to be doing him quite the number! The stinging salt of the ocean waves still stick to his tongue even after he's spluttered the liquid back into the ocean, forcing him to wince more in shock than actual pain. Why the hell would they build a house next to toxic waters like this? To torment him some more?! The prince turns his head to the side in full view of his captor, his jaws widening far more than his pretty visage would have you believe and unleashing a slathering tongue so wide that dangles down between his perky nipples! "Onmth Mitheth!" He calls back to her request to follow in her footsteps, though his words are so muffled by a mouthful of tongue that it'd be a miracle if she could make out his words. With both hands he grabs the slithery unit and tugs it firmly, then twisting it, stretching it, doing anything he can to ring it dry of that damnable salt! Now would be a good time to mention just how sensitive an Arak'nur's taste spuds are - or it would be if this idiot could even get a sentence out.

After a few more moments of manhandling his own tongue, his sour visage finally softens into something more at peace with the flavours in his mouth. Hm.. seems gone? Now its just the humid air he can feel on it, a sign that its time to pack up his luggage. He lets go of his tongue slurps it back up between his lips, then looks at Xarina like nothing at all had happened! Trying to save face, are we? "The sun..." He begins, wading out of the waters behind the woman with his other lengthy asset hanging free between his legs. "... Is doing its best for me, despite the best efforts of your kind. I'll have to think of a name for it at this rate, its rays have me taken unlike this earth water." The Prince makes no effort to hide himself as he walks onto the beach, simply letting his exposed body breath behind the woman who's wandering eye seems dreadfully tight-leashed. Despite his former experience, the water of the cove seems far more fit for him and he eases his lightly-toned figure into it with little hesitation. One foot first, spreading his legs for but a few moments before putting his other foot in and submerging his ass onto the rocky seat lining the pool. "Gahh~" The alien can't help himself from releasing a sigh of pure comfort, finally free from the hard restraints of his prison ship and the assault of the ocean wide he can finally relax... just somewhat, as his eyes wander up to the girl laying on the couch just a bit away from him. "Deny me and yet you watch me bathe? Ha, how shameless..." Despite his words, the small laugh he makes seems far more genuine than what has come before... not mocking as such, more bemused by the situation as a whole. He was used to ogling others at the edge of the pool when he was young, and even though he wasn't free from curious admirers as he grew older and prettier this is the first time someones been so bold about it. Despite the intentions being less perverted in nature.

"How long have you been here before I arrived, then? Had time to make this place your home?" Well he might as well make conversation whilst she's here, not like an awkward silence would do him well. "Who are you anyway? Your name would be nice, but that won't tell me why you of all people are my Warden?"

 

[Bunny]

"I am deserving of an ass belonging to a more distinguished noble than you, yet of offer to share my divinity with you all the same. Am I not gracious?"

The words had made her pause, turning to face him. "Be still my heart. I was waiting on bated breath. You will offer yourself to one so low as me?" Xarina gasped softly, a hand rising to her breast. "I am unworthy of such kindness. I could never allow you to sully your godliness." The act dropped and she lifted a brow. "Yeah, I hate to break it to you, talking to anyone like that isn't going to endear you to them. Assuming you even care." The latter was offered with a shrug. She doubted that he honestly cared about her thoughts or feelings. Xarina wasn't even to give him the benefit of the doubt that he just didn't understand. In his eyes, he was better than she was.. like a child with a magnifying glass and she was the ant. He didn't care about her, because to him, she wasn't worth that care. Xarina at least didn't hold it against him. Zephyr didn't know any better. Raised to think one was a god, was it surprising that they believed it?

The sight of his tongue didn't bother her, there had been more than a little training on Zephyr and his kind. She was the only other one on the planet with him and she had to be ready if something happened to him. Leading him to the pool of clean, clear water hadn't been hard, the warmth of the sun and sun warmed sand melting her insides in the most pleasant of ways. Xarina checked to make sure he was following her, while he manhandled his tongue, her eyes flickering over his form. He was handsome, it was a shame his personality was abhorrent.

She'd notice his body, how couldn't she? He was handsome, well built. Every inch of him. She wasn't so easily brought to distraction. A chuckle left her. "They knew you'd need the sun to heal. Why do you think they made this place here of all places?" Turning away from him she rolled her eyes. "It is the fault of your kind’s own making to not know the beauty of other worlds.." Inside the shade, the pool of water dappled in sunlight, she watched as he lowered himself into it's cool water. "Mmmn, yes, I am here to ogle you. Not to ensure that you don't drown." A smile played on the edges of her lips and she laid back against the plush couch, eyes heavenwards.

His questions drew a sigh from her, but he made a fair point. "My name is Xarina. I came here shortly before you. I needed to make sure it was secure, to learn about the facility." The facility was mostly self-sustaining, yet it had been prudent to do her own research. "I have had time to set up my room, but not much more. "And just lucky I guess?" She knew why she'd been assigned, her family was very respected and this was meant to be a baby job, to get her feet wet. Shifting on her side, she faced him, hand holding her head up, her inky black hair sliding around her shoulders and neck. "Now, your turn." She knew his name of course, but it would be nice if he introduced himself as well.

"I may know your name, but it's only polite to return the gesture," Xarina prompted. A smile on her face. "After all, it's you and me until your trial. I was quite serious. There is no one else here. No maidens from the sea, or otherwise."

 

[Bug-Blair]

Endearing himself to people was a... foreign concept to Zephyr. That task was relegated to his retainers and spokespeople, the ones who spent hours briefing anyone he was to meet, whether it be for a quick bedding or the day-long plotting of their next warpath. When they finally did get to meet him they'd be so high off the tales of grandour so deeply intertwined with his family there would be little reason for pleasantries, for the petty small talk that warms one to another. He would do what he pleased and they would say "Yes my Prince" with a smile plastered to their lips. Clearly she hadn't been given the Seven Tomes of Xinuk to read during her childhood!

"Hmmm~" The Prince hums in contentment as he sinks slightly deeper into the water, the radience of the sun spilling not only over the sparkling waters but also his glorious figure. It lights all the gentle definitions of his chest, bringing them to life in a way that they never could all hidden by the shade she sits under. A shame she hasn't chosen to sprawl herself out in a place he can best ogle her, but as said she is his protector - not his entertainment. "Even in its unrefined state it still blesses us wonderfully, doesn't it?" He raises a hand out of the water to beckon her at the ocean the pool looks over, the vibrant trees and birds fluttering above. "Can you blame us for wanting to manifest it all for ourselves? All this life, all this light just a spec that we'd never visit again once we passed it by. Instead we made it part of something greater, not just a lonely star in an infinite universe... It became part of us..." His hand lowers and presses against the centre of his chest, right against his heart. That was spoken with conviction, no doubt. Even though it could be looked upon as selfish and twisted, its certainly heartfelt.

"Xarina... At least one part of you is fit for nobility. I've heard the names of Princesses that aren't as kind on the ears as that. Your parents did you proud~" He turns in the water, resting his arms against the side of the pool and looking up at her with a stony face. He speaks a little kindness but with no smile to show for it. "But I don't think you're telling the whole truth. If you were just some lucky soldier then you'd be fully equipped right now, no? Ready to take me on with all you''ve got if I bite!" He bares his teeth for a moment, that jagged back row that looks like it could shred through rough hide with ease. "Instead you dress for the weather, beach girl. No armour, just skin and silk. A confident warrior? Or just reckless... I think the former." He turns back to the view of the island, done examining her for now and instead focused on grabbing the soaps and rubbing his own body. But he can just...

Dammit. He's always been terrible at rubbing his own back.

Then the girls question gives him an idea. "Well, if there's no watery whores ready to take me on then I suppose that only leaves you. My name is Prince Zephyr of the Arak'nur. If my people had even given time for a coronation then that would be King Zephyr, but circumstances are what they are. You want more?" He turns his head so he's looking over his shoulder, his eyes inhumanly bright in the summer sun and back covered in some kind of washed-out art. "Wash my back. It'll tell you what you want to know better than I can, if you truly care to learn about me..."

 

[Bunny]

She hadn't been sure what to expect when it came to Zephyr. Her family had a fair idea, a spoiled prince and Xarina found herself a tad disappointed that he was living up to that expectation. The hmmm of noise made her shift, her shocking eyes, almost the same shade as the sea he motioned at following his direction. A snort of laughter left her and she shifted on the plush sofa she reclined on, rolling to face him. Her body was beautiful, despite her short stature. Her head held up by a singular hand, the other draped across her stomach. "Yes." The singular word was all she offered for a moment, watching as his hand moved to his chest. "I suppose it wouldn't occur to a god," the word god highly sarcastic from her lips, "That those suns, those planets, meant much to those you robbed and enslaved?" Shaking her head slightly, the luscious length of her hair slid around her shoulders. "Just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should." The last words softer, an almost sadness to her tone.

"Only one part?" Came her teasing answer, "For someone who wants a bed warmer, you kinda suck at getting someone into your bed." Chuckling she lifted a brow. "How many women do you think would have slipped into your bed, had you not had brainwashed, fanatical followers?" Fingers pushed a lock of hair dangling between her breasts behind her ear. "Something tells me not many. You have a pretty face, but your personality leaves a lot to be desired." Xarina lifted a brow. "At least you're not stupid," the backhanded compliment offered with a smile as she sat up. His comment earned him a giggle, a sweet sound. "While scary, I think I could take you." Xarina's smile lingered and she watched him look back at their view. She felt no need to explain her training. Why she'd been picked.

The youngest, untested child, Xarina looked nothing like her siblings. A runt, if you liked. Perhaps that was why she'd been picked for such an easy assignment. It had rankled at first. She'd wanted to prove herself. Babysitting a spoiled prince until his trial didn't appeal to her in the slightest. She was though, in the end, born to be a soldier and all the arguing had done nothing but earned her laps, pushups and being knocked on her ass repeatedly in the sparring ring.

She'd been lost in thought, despite his vote of confidence, her question forgotten for a moment. He'd begun to wash himself and she turned her eyes back to him. Crossing her legs, she looked down at him. "Zephyr. You were a prince. You are not any longer and I am not your servant. While I will admit to a level of curiosity, if you want assistance, you will ask for help. Not demand it. " Xarina found him handsome, she even found his attitude to a point endearing on some level. Yet, she wasn't a servant or slave. "Ask nicely," she lifted a single finger and smiled, "With a please." Her hand fell and she shrugged. "Otherwise, wash your own back, princeling."

If he did as she asked and didn't seem too insincere, she'd help him. She wasn't entirely immune to his appeal or her own curiosity.

 

[Bug-Blair]

The god scoffed at the idea that the want of any earth-dwellers should hold sway over the whims of his empire, and has absolutely no issue making that distaste known as he looks over the verdant island horizon which he would gladly vapourize in an instant if it meant he could live to see a few more sunsets. "Do I think that those mudlickers valued whatever stinking dugouts and torrential skies? ...Probably, yes. In much a battered prostitute would value a mean-fisted patron who decides to stay his hand for a nights session. I'm sure they bless their skies when it graces their crops with rain, so honoured to live a meager existence until the clouds twirl and morph into a cyclone that shreds their home to pieces. Their worlds are prisons, make no mistake about that, beach girl. You won't have the sun-powered lights of our ships tatter your skin, or our hydrotics crash through the walls in mighty waves..." Zephyr reaches out a hand to the sun, blocking it with his palm and curling his fingers around the radiant orb in a doomed attempt to catch it in his hand. "They were already prisoners on those accurssed worlds, why should I be judged for offering them a better cell?"

He tsks at the hint of sorrow, disregarding it as nothing more than the misplaced sentimentality of a girl too young to know any better. The same can be said for her remark on his lovers, though. Well... maybe the first time their fanaticism - totally justified fanaticism, mind you - may have something to do with their eagerness to bare themselves for him. But the second, third, fortieth? The return visits were because they knew what they were gettin' into, and they craved it. "Scary?" A single word grabs his attention, his own toothy smile, though fainter than hers, meets her as he turns his head. "A good start for me, eh? Now I'll just need to find a way to get you screaming and running into the jungle, any ideas?" He's heard other species could be quite freaked out by the teeth and tongues of the Arak'Nur... well, those beings that aren't total freaks themselves. Though his jailor didn't seem to care at all when he was choking on seasalt, and that display in itself might be enough to dispell all terror from the assets. A ghost story then? His kind have tales of terror in the droves, and not all of them are about a planets weather patterns either!

Though this enviroment isn't exactly conducive with horror, in fact being in a room with a naked Zephyr is quite the opposite - so such schemes will have to wait. Instead Xarina has something different planned for the Prince, something... utterly more dreadful than any terror story he's read. "Huh?" He asks, actually taken aback by her ploy. Didn't she know that he was utterly helpless?! What right has she to... gah, the lowness of it! "You do realize..." He manages hold back on grinding his teeth as his eyes lose their light and amused touch. "That I only ask when it comes to my betters. Namely, my father and birth-mother. I don't remember ever seeing you round the dinner table." He waves a hand in the air, like he's trying to bat the bug that is her demand. Away with you, be tamed vile one! Though that doesn't just go for her demand, he's also trying to fight the fact that her willingness is utterly needed right now. His ancestry tapestry hasn't been washed in all the time he had been transported, its becoming faded and disused. If he owes his family anything its to keep their legacy alive in him, and that means...

The dark-skinned Prince lets out a frusted huff of air, pressing his hands against his seat and lifting his hips out of the water. Instead he moves his ass to rest upon the pools edge itself, crossing his lightly-toned legs and looking at the girl expectantly. Not that she could see his cock from this angle, though if she'd simply kept her mouth shut and looked pretty it'd probably be poking up from behind his thigh right now. As things stand now, its as limp as can be. "I'm..." He begins, suddenly catching his words like he's about to choke on them. "... I would desire it..." No, no! Totally the wrong use of words! He begins again, this time staring at her with eyes that display in equal measure absolute frustration and smouldering intensity. "This prince would be utterly thankful if you were to wash his back... please." Fuck, he speaks that last word like he wants to gnarl on it, yet it manages to come out all the same. Helped by him depersonalizing it by speaking in third person and only slightly copying how he's heard his underlings speak to him, of course.

 

[Bunny]

His words made her frown and she gave a small shake of her head. "Perhaps, but not all were bound by their planet's gravity and those who where? Not all of them would have felt the way you describe. Can you honestly say that one prison is as good as the next? How can you say your prison was better? Because it was offered by a god? Or is there something else that makes their home planet?" Xarina laughed, the sound mirthless. "By that logic you don't require this lavish prison. You'd fare just as well in the damp, dark cell they'd wished to shove you into." The analogy wasn't a good one, Xarina knew, but she was frustrated with him and his outlook. There was an understanding that he was unlikely to see things her way and she would never see them his way and she shook her head and held up a hand, her anger flaring. "Let's change the subject."

The subject change however was not improving her mood as he tsked at her. It wouldn't do to be so angry though and so Xarina worked on letting it go and their conversation progressed. She laughed, the sound bright, happy. "Unlikely." Her eyes shimmered with the remaining laughter. "They are impressive, to be sure, but I am not letting you get your chompers anywhere near my tender flesh." While she'd been quicker to anger just moments ago, Xarina had to admit, the verbal banter with Zephyr was fun at times. If nothing else, needling him gently was pleasant for her. That was all that mattered, right? Probably not, but Xarina was willing to take what she could get.

His demand had been answered with a coolness and his reaction was just about what she'd expected. "No I wasn't around the dinner table, but I am not your servant Zephyr." She could have pointed out that she was the one who held the keys to his cage, but she didn't feel the need to rub salt in the wound. The airy wave of his hand was met with a rolling of her shoulders, the shrug one of easy acceptance. She wouldn't press the issue, but she also wouldn't be helping him. She had been quite serious with her request. He’d say please or no help. She watched him rise from the water, his eyes on her. Xarina's face was pleasantly blank as she returned his gaze. She could admire how handsome Zephyr was, but her mind was as far away from his cock as could be. It wasn't of interest to her.

A brow lifted lazily as he started and she tilted her head. She wanted to smile, but Xarina understood how hard it was for him. He had been a Prince, a God and she had no doubt those words had rarely, if ever left his mouth. Even if he had sounded like he was choking on them. Inclining her head she shifted from her seat, rising to her feet. Her inky hair swung behind her, swaying side to side as she crossed the short distance between them. Kneeling beside him on the edge of the cool pool, she reached for the sponge, soaping it up. The touch of the sponge on his bare back was almost gentle, her free hand gently lifting his hair to one side, letting the locks fall over his shoulder. "Was it as painful as you thought?" Her voice was soft and there was no mockery in her tone. A gentle curiosity at best. Carefully, she moved the sponge in little circles. The act was oddly intimate Xarina found and it made her pulse quicken, just a touch.

Close as Xarina was, he might pick up on the subtle scent of her skin. The sweet scent of citrus, the spiciness of bergamot were what came first. What followed was a heady floral that was followed by deep notes of amber and caramel. It clung to her and each small movement brought more of the scent. "Your back is clean, Zephyr." The words were gentle as she laid the sponge back where she had found it. "You should wash the soap off, it will dry your skin if you leave it on."