Moon Slaves

Green-Red

This type of green was the type that reflected near the water. It was shining incredibly bright, the green was hidden as a small dot whilst it was surrounded by dull red rings.

Was he a Werewolf too?

He had dark blonde locks which were curly and running down to his face. His symmetrically carved face with gracefully crude edges. Like a rugged aristocrat? His green-red eyes stared down at Elizabeth whilst his bronze-like colored lips hooked up a bit.

He was wearing a jacket, a mask, a glove, trousers, white stockings, flat-soled shoes, a body cord, and a weapon with which she reckoned he used to bout. He also wore a mask cord and a lamé made of conductive material, which was worn over the jacket.

Like a disease heart might very well have stopped if only for a second because her voice squeezed in her throat and core began to simmer lightly again. Against her will she squeezed her thighs together and tightened her cunt.

Why did she do that? She was startled by that behavior.

The lean silver sword with a round ball-like head touched her neck. She looked down at the cold weapon against her neck which leisurely climbed up to her chin then gingerly raised her chin up so her bright blue eyes would meet his green-red ones.

One of his eyes was covered by a few locks of his dark blonde curly hair while the other eyes were hooded by his eyelashes which were similarly blonde like his hair and eyebrows.

"Are you well, Miss?" Came a voice, maybe not as deep as she had been hearing recently but was surely far more inviting and….. Sultry?

Perhaps that was just her imagination.

She tipped her chin away from the cold lean weapon and rose from the ground, dusting the bell shaped end of her billowy gown. She addressed the high-ranking looking stranger with respect by giving him a curt bow with her fingers tilting her gown up a bit.

"I am well, Sire, I misstepped and fell back against the door." She said, although sounding casual was in actuality panicking.

The man with dark-blonde hair took a step forward. His movement was lithe and airy, like a sauntering panther. Elizabeth was dumbstruck by his approach, that she sought to seek comfort by taking steps backwards, but her legs froze by his touch.

A warm gloved hand held her small wrist. Although there was actual skin contact but even the glove could not stop the heat permeating from the hand was enough to cascade her entire arm making her olive skin blush from the hotness.

The hand moved by relenting lightly, and moving down to her palm, pulling her over in one authoritative swoop, raising her lean hand over to his mouth and pressing his lips down on it. As if the heat from his gloved hand was not enough of a problem for her easily blushing skin, the firm lips grazing the back of hand incited a deeper shade of red on her olive skin.

Raising his head back up and peering at her from his thick blonde eyelashes amorously. All of a sudden Elizabeth was stunned by the bright smile he burst into. It displayed his pearly white teeth and red gum, equating into a youthful and flighty gummy smile.

"Might I ask the Young lady's name?" He asked, his gummy smile retaining on his youthful face.

Elizabeth's eyelashes trembled, noticing his hand was still holding onto hers. Elizabeth did not know this person, but she was startled by his cheerfully forceful behavior. She snatched her hand away from him in a subconscious kittenish manner.

The Young man's blinding smile faltered for a moment but he managed to retain it on his face

Elizabeth didn't forget her manners though. "Um…. I am Elizabeth Vilré, Sire."

The young man parted his bronze-brown lips to speak but was sidetracked by another coming from the room he had just come out from.

"Running away already, Master Nicolás?" The voice was familiar to Elizabeth's ears and sure enough it was Lady Constance.

The taller She-wolf was clad in the uniform as the young man, her curly white locks were braided and then tied by a black fabric at the end. For some reason seeing the woman ignited an unreasonable spite in her chest.

The Lady looked surprised at the sight of Elizabeth. "Oh….. It's Miss Isabelle." She said, not bothering to cover her dismay for Elizabeth.

The young man at the other hand had his eyebrows dipped closer to his eyes. "I thought it was Elizabeth?" He looked towards Elizabeth.

Elizabeth mustered all politeness in her and managed to deign a fake smile. "It is Elizabeth, Sire."

Lady Constance obviously couldn't be bothered by Elizabeth as she returned her gaze to the young man who she called— Nicolas, and said. "Come now Master Nicolas, the winner of the spar has not been decided yet."

Nicólas regained that gummy smile of his, free of anything other than innocent mischief. "Of course, Lady Elizabeth, would you like to join us? I have never seen you in the Rousseau Villa before."

Elizabeth's heart faltered in shock at the proposal. Lady Constance's expression showed displeasure at this proposal. "She is Oliviér's new assistant, a back-alley novice from a beggarly town."

A lump clustered around Elizabeth's throat, but the fire in her chest fanned by Lady Constance's words forced her to open her mouth. "The Lady's words are true, although she has never been to Vie town, with the rate of poverty in Ayhorn district I can see why the Lady's imagination is so vivid on beggarly towns."

Lady Constance's expression morphed into an ugly one unworthy of her pretty face. "I beg your pardon…. Peasant?"

Elizabeth kept her face blank, and allowed her sharp tongue to run wild, forgetting about the consequences. "I earn a salary through a dignified work as an investigator for Hara Nation, I am above the status of a peasant and by law my identity demands respect."

Lady Constance's face continued contorting with each of Elizabeth's words. When she moved a step Elizabeth's heart sank…. Had she….. She had gone too far?

Lady Constance then stopped closest to Elizabeth, and said. "Master Nicolás was right, join us Isabelle…. In fact, have a friendly spar with me."