Baith's Cavern

Trishena’s scent filled his nostrils long ‘fore she ever made it to the cavern. He expected that right about now she would be realizing that what he had said months earlier had come true. The weight of the truth pressing upon her shoulders with each step; the question is why she had waited so long. Nonetheless, he would hear her out, as he always did, never had he once not been there; that was when he heard her voice.
“Baith..I’ve come...” was all she said, and yet she knew he would reply. Oh, yes he would certainly reply, and certainly he would be quite pleased to see how well she could perform the necessary tasks to gain his eternal blessing..

“Well, well…What do we have here, the Lady Trishena? Quite appealing to the senses I see, and from the looks of it, you had a purpose, I’m sure I will enjoy it nonetheless.” Baith was sitting atop a course throne of Fallen Dragon Hide. A clear, visible smirk lurked upon his sly featured face. He had awaited many moons, a complete season had passed without so much of a whispered prayer. Trishena had unsuccessfully eluded the end, she could not change how her body reacted to his, or how her lips fell desperately full of supple swollen lust when his took hers in passionate kiss.

Tri’Shena heard the sound of his voice enter the cavern, and she knew he had long known she would arrive there for he had foretold it long before then. It were fate that such would come to pass, and she had even so much as retracted from whispering a draconic prayer unto him in what were at least four lunar cycles. They now had come into the month of Orgonios. Soon Xerxes would even have a birthday. With a sigh of understanding she did part full lush ruby lips which quivered whilst speaking, almost beckoning in manner as if meant for lips to crush with passionate fervor. Such sweet succulence were invitingly tempting.

“I hope I have found you in good favor, M’lord. Such curves require the touch of the mighty in the end...” It were an invitation to indeed look upon her no longer in lust for what he could never possess but instead with the knowledge that he could have her...however he wanted just as he had foretold so long ago. Matters of the heart were irrelevant now Marcus had been gone so long, and left her with no other options. This were a tryst of convenience, but nevertheless would bring orgasmic bliss.

“On your knees….ON YOUR KNEES” Baith voice reverberated against the chilled, damp walls of the cavern. How dare she come here, seeking his help, this female had testicular bravery; but he had promised her that she could always come to him. What had he been thinking, he didn’t need the troubles of this realms organisms; still angered he continued his rant. …O’ how the mighty have fallen. Do you think I’m unwitting to the purpose of your visit? Did you forget, my lush exquisite beauty; that I said, I know you well. I know to what links you will go to, in order to save the ones you love...How well I know you; but I also know that you would use me, in your little pawn games of this flesh, unleashing me upon creatures that won’t stand a chance. No…No…You will crawl to me, on your knees…You will beg for my help, and perhaps I might even grant it. But you know the rules; I’m not to trifle with the affairs of creatures of this realm. They will already know you have visited me; but I’m sure this has not claimed a spot on your busy mind; though I won’t settle for anything less.”


He had replied rashly, as were expected and in result she were resolved to kneeling before him. Slowly she lowered her form to the floor tender flesh aching in response to the cold earth beneath; arching her back like a feline in stretch she placed her two hands below herself, and began crawling forth across the cold, icy floor of the Cavern. Time seemed to stop for this were not the place of a queen, but it did not matter. If Marcus were dead she were the sole leader of the Kingdom, and she would need the aid of the strongest male force she could obtain. As she closed the distance between them she perked her lips as she leant forth to rest them upon the rough leather of Baith's boots. Surely he would be pleased to see to what lengths she would really go.

She did not think anyone had followed her, and she were pretty sure no one else had seen which way she had came, unbeknownst to her both Nil and Lua had decided to follow though the two did not know of the other's presence.

Distaste laced heavy upon her tongue as she took in the sight of Tri'Shena upon hand and knee, making her way to the male. She could smell the power of him, but gave it no merit. He was vile, it seeped from his every pore. Her gaze shone in the dark as it flicked back and forth. She looked at everything seemingly at once. Letting the voices of the rock and air permeate her mind. The drowess came from within, studied deep within the depths of Tir na Nog. She knew well how to listen. She felt the air stir about some, and her gaze followed. A single image flashed within her minds eye, that of her son, Arken. Her white brows furrowed, downy hair billowing slightly with the air come to life. Honey tone floated from obsidian lips, without meaning to, as she uttered her silent query aloud. Her native language was thick upon her tongue, taking a softer tone as she whispered again, repeating part of her querulous outburst, "Vel'klar zhah dosst VHAISSE zhennu ilninil?....Your pride Aunt?"


Tri'Shena heard the sound of laughter echoing off the cavern walls; shame gave way to cause deep scarlet tinge to fill the apples of her cheeks. Darting pearly irises ran from one length of the inner chamber to the other as she searched for whomever had caused it. She dared not rise from where she knelt, but as the words registered in her mind she realized they were Drow. Someone had seen her enter, and now if Marcus were not dead he would surely find out about her bartering for the Draconic god's aid. The mind of most would fall to judging thinking she had betrayed her Free Companion, and her kingdom; but few would see the true sacrifice in what her actions relayed. All for family until there were nothing left. Until each option had been tried, and ever resource exhausted. Tri'Shena shook her head and with somber sigh replied," Tia vodi air tia caes eil myr, Sia Thastolia. Sia Thastolia...True Family, they are always in my heart."

~Exerpt co-written by Tri'Shena Tamira and Dhaunlua Tamira, all credit given to them.