~ The Chambers of Canos ~

[Canos]

Canos's chambers are deep within the city of Minas Morgul. He has one window overlooking the massive bridge leading to the strong gates of the city. Canos's room had a bed, a large bed, dark red drapes surrounding it. There was limited furniture because there didn't need to be. Canos did not spend an extended amount of time in this room. The room has two chairs and a table but beyond that, there is just the bed. Canos does not need lavish surroundings when he sleeps. There were swords all over the walls and other weapons. There are a pair of chains and different devices on the table which were only used in certain situations.

[Canos]

Canos walked into his rooms with Ravyn trailing behind him. He had found her in the hallway of the palace and he was bringing her to his chambers to help him with the torture of one of his newest victims. He had found a male elf nosing around too close to the Ash Mountains. Canos loved the fact that there were so many things he could do and get away with it. Who was going to miss a single elf? Apparently no one was going to look for the elf and even if they did there were a number of different explanations to where he could have gone. So Canos had gotten his hands on an elf. He would use him for his plans in the end, but it wouldn’t hurt too much if Ravyn had some fun with him. Canos walked over to his bed post and leaned his hand on it. He smirked over to his evil companion as the elf was dragged in by four guards. The elf still had some fight left in him and required several guards to handle him. That was always a good sign. The more fight that someone had left in them, the longer they would last during torture. The elf was place on the wall and chained there. Then Canos beckoned for his men to leave and they did so, closing the door as they left. Canos turned to Ravyn, beckoning to the elf who was looking around helplessly, “Have fun my dear.” Canos said with a smirk. He would watch her for the moment because it always amusing him when she tortured someone. He loved to watch her and for some reason she got a rouse out of torturing people. It was fun all around. Canos could only image what she had planned for this unfortunate elf.

[Ravyn]

Ravyn tagged along on Canos' heels like an eager puppy. She hadn't tortured someone for a good while now.....at least since yesterday. Standing in the chamber, her eyes alight with a crazed glint, she watched as the guards struggled with the elf. Sharan rumbled contentedly beside her. He knew he got little tidbits when his master played with other people. The elf writhed around a lot when he was being chained; this was a good sign. It meant he would be fun to play with. Elves were always more fun, because humans often fainted too easily. Then she had to go and wait for them to come around. Elves were more resilient. She liked that in a man. She waited until they left, until she and Canos were alone. She didn't usually torture in front of people, but Canos was an exception. Sharan didn't count as a person - he was more of an accomplice. For a minute or two, Ravyn looked at the elf, motioning for Canos to sit on the bed.

The elf was like a blank canvas to Ravyn. She could do anything to him right now. But first things first. She had to get him prepared for her special attentions. Crossing the room, she went to the table of various implements. Knives, hooks, various spiked objects....it was all here. Pulling out a drawer and humming a bit to herself, she selected a vial filled with a muddy green liquid. Then, a short dagger in hand, she approached the chained elf. He glared at her, opening his mouth to no doubt yell insults at her. In a flash she had the edge of her dagger at his lips, pinning them closed. "Shh shh shh," she whispered dangerously, "we wouldn't want your lips to get split accidentally, would we?" To prove her point, she slit his lip just enough to make it bleed. He stared back into her eyes, dark brown and filled with corruption, and stayed silent. Carefully, with a look of deep concentration, she slit the sleeves of his shirt from the edge of the arm to the neck. Ravyn was very careful not to break the skin of the elf. In this manner she had laid his chest bare in a matter of minutes. Now was the fun part. Sharan moved to sit by the elf, ears perked and eyes eager, waiting for anything to drop for him to gobble up. His tail swished back and forth as he waited. "Patience, Sharan" Ravyn murmured as she collected the scraps of cloth. Making sure the manacles were tightly fastened, the elf splayed out, spreadeagled against the wall. Slowly Ravyn began - a key to torture was to draw it out. She carefully dug the tip of the knife into the underside of his arm, drawing a line a few inches long. She had her other hand on his elbow, holding it steady. His blood pumped through his veins, his heart racing, his skin quivering. This was true joy. Withdrawing the knife, she drew another line a finger's length away, parallel to the other line. Then she connected the two, making a long skinny rectangle. Digging the edge of the knife under one end, she grabbed it firmly between her fingernails and slowly, painfully, began to pull the strip of skin off his arm.

[Canos]

Ravyn was a truly evil person because only a truly evil person could stand to be in the same room, let alone actually be the person to torture another being. It was one thing if the person being tortured was in possession of valuable information that could save the lives of others; then maybe there could be an exception, but Ravyn was just doing this for fun, which made it all the more maniacal. Ravyn saw torturing as an outlet for her stress and Canos had no doubt that she would go completely insane if she didn’t get someone to torture every day. Canos was going to have to find more thieves and people to put in the dungeons. He had already given Ravyn free reign in the dungeons, letting her pick whomever she pleased for her afternoon entertainment, but it seemed that she was cleaning the dungeons of every living thing that existed in them. It created an unneeded task for Canos to keep them full. At the rate that she went through prisoners, Canos was going to have to make people do stupid things so he could give them to Ravyn. Canos enjoyed the occasional torturing as well, but he didn’t have nearly the taste for it that Ravyn did. He had a blood thirsty heart and a soul of evil, but one could only find so many ways to torture a women. Besides, Canos preferred to torture females; and there weren’t very many strong independent females around. All other women died within the hour of Canos’s torture; which cut off some fun for him. He liked to watch them die slowly, watch the blood drip from their veins, watch the death take over them, darkness cloud their eyes and the feel of emptiness and loneliness fill their souls. Canos was sure that Ravyn had her own sadistic reasons for torturing people. He didn’t ask.

Ravyn cut into the elf and in return he gritted his teeth, trying to not make a sound to gratify his captor. It was not until Ravyn because to peel away his skin that he let out a cry of pain, his muscles wreathing and tensing, just causing the blood to rush out of the wound faster as Ravyn tore him apart. Canos watched with eagerness. He knew that Sharan would receive the scraps from the elf’s body. Canos hoped that she didn’t do too much permanent damage to him. He still needed the elf for his experiments. “Try not to kill this own Ravyn.” Canos suggested over the elf’s screams. “I need him for something later. Do what you want, but keep him to a point that he can recover.” Canos said, standing up, leaning against the bed post. “Now, I don’t care how long that recovery lasts though.” Canos said with a cruel smirk, walking over to the fireplace and pulling out a smoldering log, tossing her the piece of wood where it was not on fire so she could saunter the wound and stop the bleeding when she was done ripping away the skin. Canos wouldn’t but in too much. He wanted Ravyn to have her fun because then he got to have some fun afterwards. Plus, he still got some amusement and a great deal of entertainment from watching her work. She was a master of torture and he was glad that would never have to be in the position of the elf; or at least, he never planned to have to be there.

[Ravyn]

Skin was an interesting thing. It was so soft and cuttable, but it held onto the muscle and bone of a person with unbelievable force. So the last half inch of skin she had to tug especially hard. With a swift rip, she yanked off the piece of skin. The blood flowing down the elf's arm was rather interesting. Blood was so bright and red, so cheery, and it carried the life of a person in it. A life, unfortunately, she had to keep. She sighed melodramatically, strip of skin in hand. "But Canos," she moaned, "I was going to have such fun! But fine, I guess I'll keep him alive." Then, in a sudden change of mood, she stuck her face close to the elf's. "Well, my handsome one, there are many things we can do and still let you live, yes?" Taking the piece of wood in one hand, she remembered the strip of skin in the other. Sharan had occupied himself with licking up the small drops of blood that fell from the fleshy morsel. He sat beneath it eagerly, his gold eyes ever on his prize. "You are a good boy, aren't you?" Ravyn crooned. Then she dropped the piece. The elf watched as a part of his body was devoured by the black jaguar as if it were a choice cut of deer. He moaned pitifully as the jaguar licked his chops and turned his gaze on the steadily pooling blood on the ground. Ravyn distracted him in short order. With a quick slash she pressed the burning wood against his arm. Instantly he shrieked in unholy pain, his face going white as the skin around the bloodied area bubbled and blistered. "Fire is fun, isn't it!" Ravyn said excitedly, her eyes alight with glee.

The elf's skin, so supple and soft, was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Taking a cloth from the table, Ravyn carefully wiped the beaded drops from his forehead. "There there, isn't that so cool and refreshing?" she soothed. Ravyn liked to psychologically mess with her victims too. The elf tried to jerk his head away at her touch, his eyes so wide the whites were showing. "Shh shh," she whispered, putting her hand softly on his cheek in a gesture much like a mother comforting a child. She waited until he had stopped trembling so fitfully. "Shh," she hushed one more time. Then, suddenly, she yelled "HA!" and slashed shallowly at his chest. A thin gash running from his shoulder diagonally across his stomach appeared, blood quickly seeping out. Then Ravyn proceeded to carve her name in his chest. Her hold on the knife was light, her cuts only deep enough to draw blood. She knew every line burned like fire and stung like a thousand bees. Painstakingly she drew out her name, adding many curlicues and embellishments as she went. When she was finished, she stepped back to admire her work. "Lovely, isn't it?" she asked, looking down at Sharan. He purred, agreeing. His master was such fun to be around.

[Canos]

Ravyn loved knives a little too much. She was a bit too excited to be slashing the elf’s stomach with her blade then she really should have been. Canos wasn’t going to complain and why should he? He enjoyed watching her play with her things as much as she enjoyed playing with them. Canos walked over to the bed and lay down on the bed. The canvas was drawn onto the bedpost so he had a clear view of the wall. Canos laid against a rather comfortable pillow and just watched Ravyn. It was such entertainment. It was weird to think that someone’s pain could be another person’s pleasure but this was the case with Ravyn and Canos. They both enjoyed making people suffer before them at their mercy. Canos a bit more than Ravyn, loved the feeling of power and authority over the victim. He liked to know that there was nothing else they could do, nothing to save them from his torture, his fun. At this point it was Ravyn that was enjoying herself more than Canos was though. Even Ravyn’s jaguar was enjoying himself. Canos couldn’t help but smirk as the jaguar at the skin of the elf. The evilness of his partner impressed him.

Canos had to not however, that there were other parts of torture and other forms of torture than simply playing with a knife. There was no doubt that the knife was a wonderful way of self expression and a perfect way to relieve stress; but there were so many other things that could be used to torture people. Canos felt that he should probably implement on them about now. Ravyn had been having enough fun on her own. He wanted to do something to the elf to make him squeal. He had already yelled and cried in pain with the last rip of the skin and as Ravyn cut across his chest. Canos rolled off the bed and walked towards the elf with a smirk. “My queen is enjoying herself. I apologize if it is at your expense.” Canos smirked as he spoke with a sarcastic tone. He then took a small vial from the table. “I don’t think you know what this is. It’s a new concoction; I haven’t really named it yet.” Canos said, uncorking the vial as he walked towards the elf. He looked at Ravyn, “I hope you don’t mind.” He said, slipping in front of her. He then dripped a bit of the liquid into the wounds of the elf and waiting a moment, casually putting the cork back on the vial. “You feel that? Your body is getting colder; but you’re not dying. As we speak, everything in your body is becoming more receptive to pain, even something that should be pleasurable will be painful….” He paused, pressing his hand on the elf’s shoulder, the elf crying out, gasping and exasperated, “Very painful.” Canos said, turning to Ravyn, moving his hands along her waist, “How do you like that little medicine?” He said with a smirk.

[Ravyn]

Ravyn was a bit irritated at Canos for interfering with her games. With an exasperated huff, she took his hands off her waist, eyes snapping angrily. "Fool, you don't even know what it is that I concocted!" she snarled. Idiot. She had told him what it did, yes, but he had no idea how to use it. "This a special poison, Canos. You don't pour it on them - he has to drink it." Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. "You should leave the poisons to the one who knows what they do," she said condescendingly, patting his hand. Then she flung his arms away. "Watch and learn." Stalking over, she swept the vial off the table. Yes, the elf was probably feeling a bit of sensitivity, but not nearly at the level she designed it for. Ignorant fool of a man. Forcing the efl's mouth open, she uncorked the vial and shoved it in. Then, one hand on his chin and one on his head, she forced him to chew. The elf attempted to scream as blood trickled from his mouth. Finally, satisfied that he had swallowed enough of the potion, she let go. He whimpered and cried as glass shards dribbled from his mouth. The ground was streaked with blood as he screamed in pain.

Grabbing a steel rod, which was sharpened at both ends, Ravyn looked at the elf, cocking her head. A playful smile played across her face as he struggled against his bonds. However, it was to no avail. He merely screamed in agony as the poison rushed through his veins. It was a special concoction of hers; in five minutes every nerve ending in his body would feel as if it was on fire. In thirty minutes, it would paralyze him. However, it was not the paralysis of unconscious bliss. No, this was like being trapped in your body. He would not be able to scream, not even whimper, nor twitch a finger. He would have no way to vent his pain. It was devious. She waited a few minutes, enjoying the sight of the blood-drooling elf. Once she was sure he was under the full effect, she forced his mouth open once more. This time she put the stick in, resting one point against the roof of his mouth and one against his tongue. If he closed his mouth, the rod would pierce his tongue and jaw. The roof of his mouth was harder; it would just start to bleed. His eyes rolled wildly as she did this. He tried to open his mouth as wide as possible, whimpering pitifully. "That's how it's done," Ravyn said, turning to smirk at Canos.

[Canos]

Ravyn got mad at people when they interfered with her fun. Usually those people died, but apparently for Canos she made an exception. Canos was too powerful of a person for Ravyn to try and attack about something as frivolous as stepping in to help torture someone. Ravyn scolded him and then pretended as if she was his mother, in a condescending tone. Canos rolled his eyes, looking over at the elf who seemed puzzled by this strange chain of command. Apparently he was not used to seeing people of an evil nature receive rebuke and not do anything about it. Canos had reasons for not trying to put Ravyn in her place. She was worth more as an asset to him then an enemy. In all seriousness, he really didn’t want to have to outwit her. Canos didn’t know for sure if he would actually be able to outsmart her. In a battle of force, Canos would definitely win, but he didn’t want to test his luck. So Canos simply stepped out of the way and let Ravyn device whatever odd torture method she could find. Apparently this one involved placing a bar in the elf’s mouth, which was odd. Canos hadn’t seen that particular method before and he liked new things in this particular area. Usually he didn’t like surprised.

Canos watched as the elf squirmed and tried not to impale him from the screaming and the pain that the poison was causing him. Canos couldn’t help but wonder if Ravyn had remembered that Canos needed him alive. He wondered if the elf knew this or if he had been too impaired to really care what was going on. Canos figured the latter of the two options. Canos stepped back, leaning against the bed post as Ravyn had her fun. She really was enjoying this at the elf’s expense. The elf screamed as best he could without impaling himself. It had to be a strange feeling to have the bar in one’s mouth and Canos certainly didn’t want to experience. Canos, after a few moments, moved towards the elf and Ravyn again, moving his hand onto Ravyn’s shoulder. “You know, you are getting too good at this my dear.” Canos said with a smirk as he looked at the elf that was still wreathing in pain. Canos moved his other hand onto his shoulder, “This is probably your favorite pastime.” Canos continued, moving his head to the opposite side of her head. “Others would think so poorly of us if they found out what we really enjoyed.” Canos paused, drawing his hands back down her hands as he stepped away, “Sometimes it makes me sick when I have to pretend to be a goody.” He smirked and took a step closer to Ravyn, “Its so much more fun to be bad.”

[Ravyn]

Ravyn accepted the praise in good stead. She was a professional torturer, in her mind at least, and so such comments were to be expected. The stake was her own idea; screaming was such a base reaction, she liked to toy with how involuntary it was. In order to scream fully, you had to fill your lungs with large amounts of air. Screaming a lot made you gape like a fish, mouth opening and closing to suck in great droughts of air. So what effect would it have if you couldn't close your mouth? It was hard to breathe with your mouth continually open. It would be interesting to see how long the elf would last. Her test subjects, namely a couple guards that were lacking in their fields, lasted only about five minutes before they would pierce themselves. The elf seemed to be doing fairly well. Right now he was whimpering and shaking, beads of sweat, blood, and tears streaking his body. A pool of blood had collected on the stone floor; Sharan was occupied with lapping some of it up. Ravyn took Canos' hands in hers, letting them rest on her waist. "Indeed," she purred, leaning back against him.

The elf, by this time, was blood covered. Ravyn's name, so painstakingly carved in his chest, stood out in dark lines against his pale skin. His arm was blistered severely, a whole strip missing. The open flesh was blackened, ringed by white, and altogether painful looking. His head was wrenched back as he writhed in pain, eyes panicked, trying to dislodge the bar from his mouth. However, the harder he struggled the more it dug into his mouth. Blood ran freely from his jaws, staining his chin and chest with crimson. "I do wish I didn't have to be so careful," she lamented, "it would be so much more fun without this caution." Sharan rumbled his agreement, turning his hungry eyes on the wriggling elf, who still continued to vent a hoarse shriek. There was a juicy crunch as his jaws couldn't hold any longer and the pointed bar went through his tongue. Blood spurted from the new wound, the elf's eyes grew wide, and then he slumped in his bonds, fainted clean away. "They always do that!" Ravyn complained. Taking her king's hands from her waist, she went over, tilted his head up, and wrenched the bar cruelly out of his mouth. This only brought a new barrage of blood and a moan from the half conscious elf. "So what now?" she asked, turning back to look questioningly at her evil companion.

[Canos]

Canos knew that Ravyn liked to be praised for her work. All women liked to be praised for something and each woman had something different that she worked on to perfect so that she would receive praise and recognition for it. Ravyn definitely enjoyed her torturing and she was easily the best that Canos knew. She was better than he was, although he would never openly acknowledge this. He realized her skill and cunning and he knew that for the most part, she was unmatched in wit. Canos couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride and respect for this woman he traits that at this moment were so beneficial to him. Ravyn had proven to be all around useful to him in so many different ways, other than just torture. Canos had been paying attention to the elf, making sure that she didn’t kill him. It was interesting because at the elf’s current state, if he did something wrong then he would die and Canos would not be able to get to him in enough time to actually do anything to prevent that unfortunate set of circumstances. So, Canos hoped that nothing went wrong and the elf maintained the strength to not simply give in and let become another one of Ravyn’s victims. He had no idea had many victims there had actually been, but he could only imagine that there were more than a good number of them.

Suddenly the elf let out a cry and there was a crunch. Canos looked at the elf and raised an eyebrow as Ravyn went over to him and took out the spike with a nice show of blood. Canos smirked as the blood hit the floor and Sharan continued to lap it up. Canos laughed a bit at Ravyn’s proclamation of disappointment and shook his head afterwards. He was surprised that she had let him go so soon. Canos took a closer look at the elf and determined that he wasn’t going to come to for quite a while. His body could only take some much punishment. Canos then looked at Ravyn as she asked him what she was supposed to do now. Canos looked at the elf, “Well the elf seemed to be a bit…indisposed at the moment. If you didn’t have to keep him alive I would simply suggest reviving him and continuing. However, I need him for later.” Canos paused, circling around Ravyn sharply, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he walked around her. “Did you have your fun then Ravyn?” Canos asked. He wondered if she had been given enough time with the elf to fully have enjoyed herself. “See, I am good for some things . You have to admit that I provide for certain needs.” Canos smirked, moving his hands to her shoulders, “Usually however, I do not do such things for no charge.” Canos was an opportunist and when there was something he could gain from any situation he took it. It was rare for him to do allow someone to do something or give something without getting something. Ravyn was a rare exception.

[Ravyn]

The body was such a frail thing. It bled easily, healed slowly, got infected very easily, and was generally unimpressive. True, someone like Canos was strong, powerful, fit for battle, but that made his skin no more impervious to blades nor his stomach less vunerable to poison. Ravyn could have killed him long ago; she had certainly devised many ways of doing so. At this point, however, he was her other half. They were evil, completely and utterly, and they completed each other. Where she was cunning he was strong, where he was deadly she was conniving, and where he fought she hid in the shadows and killed all the same. They were two different kinds of evil, she had realized, but evil all the same. Killing him would be a very bad thing for her. For now the two worked in harmony, crossing each other on occasion but generally filling in gaps the other one missed. Canos didn't trust her, not in the typical sense, but he knew she was competent and respected her evil nature just as she did his. "Yes, it was fun," she agreed, content in her evil doings. She would have liked to do more with the elf, but he would stay alive for now, at least until Canos was done with him.

She watched as he circled around her, hungrily, like a vulture descending upon prey. She knew he would want something from her; men all had their vices. Most of these revolved around women. Ravyn could care less about such things, but even Canos, the self proclaimed strong man, couldn't hold out for that long against his desires. It made for an interesting time. "No charge?" she said to him, tilting her head so she could look him easily in the eyes, "you seemed to be getting a good deal of enjoyment out of it, as did I." True, it would have been more fun if she hadn't been ordered to keep him intact and alive. As it was, he would sport her name on his chest for all his life. Which, seeing as he was in Minas Morgul, wouldn't be long. Ravyn's one regret was that no one really carried her name around to the outside world, though she did this procedure with many of her victims. It was simply because they didn't live to see freedom again. Maybe one day she would do that as a warning, then let the person go. But that would open up the whole 'revenge' option. No, it was simpler to keep her victims till their last days. "Or were you thinking of some other 'payment'?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

[Canos]

It was true that Ravyn would probably never see the elf again after this night because Canos was going to have to put him to work into his own plan which was elaborate and rather devious. Canos really needed as many elves as he could find, but for the time being, he would use what he had with him. It was also true that very few people that came in Minas Morgul as captives were allowed to leave the place. Any a handful had ever escaped and they were much scarred for life in some form or fashion. Most were dismembered; but there were those that were no longer in the right sense of mind. Their bodies were soon discovered in deep places. It was the test and the trails of Minas Morgul. Anyone that came and went from the place without being scathed was a true master of their art. There were no masters thus far. It was interesting that the men of Gondor had no notion or suspicion of foul play from the lands of Nurn. Canos prided himself on making sure that they were unaware of any wrong doing. The orc pits were in the mountains, Minas Morgul was rarely visited. The rest of the country seemed to be working and living peacefully. From an outsider’s perspective, they were just creating a new economy and way of life. Any mishaps or accidents would be from the transition. It was truly a beautiful cover. Eventually though; all would be revealed, but by then, it would be too late.

Ravyn tilted her head to look at Canos as he circled around her. She was trying to get into his mind as much as he was trying to breach the walls that surrounded hers. If the two could ever fully unlock the secrets within each other’s minds then their limits would be endless. Canos knew that Ravyn was not easily intimidated or made to do anything. In fact, it was very rare for her to do anything at anyone else’s bidding. It seemed that she only did favors for Canos. Perhaps it was because she felt that no one else deserved her respect. Either way, Ravyn would always be difficult, even if she knew what it was that Canos intended. She was being stubborn once again. “This is true. I do enjoy your work.” Canos said, beckoning and looking over at the elf still hanging unconscious on the wall. “I would have to say it is within the category of my favorite things to watch. I think the only other person I prefer to watch hurt people is I, but that is a limited perspective. I am sure you must enjoy it.” Canos paused, facing up to Ravyn. He was taller than she was. If her stood in front of her and she stood behind then he would completely hide her with the size of his body. “Understand though, it is a completely different category when it comes to my favorite things to do.” Canos smirked, bringing his hands to Ravyn’s arms, picking her up in one quick and seemingly effortless motion, threw her from her previous position onto the back of the bed frame about ten feet away.

[Ravyn]

Ravyn knew what Canos wanted; he got this way after she had denied him for a while. She liked to play her little games with him, see how long it would take before he got desperate. He usually didn't last more than a week before he would put her in situations like this. She would string him out a little bit more before letting him amuse himself for a bit. Then the game would begin again. Silly males, so attached to their physical needs. Ravyn's physical needs consisted of food and water. That was about it. She could care less if her clothes were perfect or she lived in luxury. Her thoughts were interrupted by her husband picking her up and flinging her onto his bed. She managed to catch herself before her head whacked against the wooden backboard. Ravyn smiled darkly at him, her teeth glinting in the dank room.

The elf moaned slightly on the wall, but Ravyn ignored him. "So, Canos, it has come to this once more?" she purred. Ravyn leaned back on her arms, looking at him, dark eyes glimmering at the evil man that stood across the room. She slid one foot up the bed, bringing up her knee so that her dress fell to her waist, exposing her long tanned leg. "Come now," she said invitingly, "I know you have your vices, same as the rest. You cannot resist me; then again, few men can." She laughed at this, a tinkling laugh that did not fit her evil personality. She tossed her dark curls over her shoulder, the long waves of hair flowing down her back. Tonight, Ravyn decided, she might treat her king to a good time, at least for now. He had, after all, given her the elf as a gift. Though she was disappointed she couldn't kill him. Still, a gift was a gift, and Ravyn had things of her own Canos enjoyed.

[Canos]

Canos watched Ravyn as she moved her gorgeous body on the bed. Canos knew what Ravyn liked to be rough and she liked it when he took control of the situation like he was now. This was a character trait that all women inherited. Women, no matter how stubborn or how evil and willful all liked to be controlled at one point or another. Usually this came in the bed chambers because it was there that these women let their guards down…however slightly they did. Canos knew that stubborn women liked to be controlled because for the most part, the evil and diabolical ones were hardly ever told what to do or controlled by anyone and when it actually happened, they were both surprised and excited about it. Canos knew that Ravyn didn’t just do what she did because she felt she owed it to Canos. No, she liked it as much as he did. It was a great stress reliever and a wonderful workout if executed properly. Of course, Canos didn’t really have too much of a problem when it came to performing well. Canos was one of those rare men that actually enjoyed foreplay. Most guys just rushed into everything and trying to get the first parts out of the way before they did anything else; but Canos was too good at what he did to rush anything.

Having a good experience was much like formulating a battle plan or some other plan. It took work and preparation and thought about what to do. It was difficult to be effective while being impulsive. Men were naturally impulsive and this was usually why they failed at this exercise. Canos moved slowly over to Ravyn all the while she was talking and coxing him to come towards her. She moved her leg up, letting her dress fall down around her waist; giving Canos an open door, telling her that she wouldn’t rebuke him for doing anything at this point. Canos knew how to read women and most people for that matter, and it did him good. Canos walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at Ravyn, moving one of his hands to her leg that she had just raised, running his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh. “Yes, you do have a provoking physique.” Canos coxed. “I will not deny you of that satisfaction.” Canos smirked, moving himself onto the bed, positioning himself in front of Ravyn, on his knees, his right knee placed between her legs and his left knee on the outside of her right leg that was raised. He leaned down and gently kissed her knee and down a bit on her thigh, moving both of his hands down her leg a bit.

[Ravyn]

Ravyn knew Canos would come to her; he always did. Men always did, that is. She liked this part of their relationship as much as he did. Canos was good at this, as he was about many things, and it made for an enjoyable time. The elf on the wall stirred, eyes fluttering spasmodically. He moaned and flinched, gasping as he came to. Instantly he cried out as he tried to move. New trickles of blood began to stream from his mouth. While he was unconscious his blood had clotted, restricting the blood loss to an unhealthy seeping rate. Now he aggravated the wounds with his movement. Ravyn ignored him for the time being. Canos knew how to please her; she had made sure of that. She tilted her head back, sighing happily as he kissed her leg. Her luxurious hair fell across the pillows, her hands knotting in the comforter. Sharan had ceased to lap up the blood from the elf; now he sat to the side of the elf. His golden eyes watched the two, a low rumble purring in his chest. The massive jaguar waited for any sign from Ravyn that he should attack.

The elf watched, torn between his revulsion at the two evil beings and his pain. He twitched and whimpered, crying out sporadically. Ravyn sat halfway up to look at him. "Silence, elf," she said, smiling dangerously, "or I shall force you to be." The elf's eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gulping for air. Sharan looked up at him with interest; would he have a meal soon? He hadn't eaten in a while. Blood dripped to the floor next to him, but now the big cat ignored it. He wanted meat. This kind of meat tasted good. He licked his chops, and the elf met his gaze. The elf shrieked involuntarily; he knew that the jaguar was looking at him as a food source. Ravyn looked up at Canos, her dark eyes dancing merrily. "He's playing our song, Canos," she laughed lightly, running her hand along his jaw.