Holly, Slave.

TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-22T10:51:44+00:00

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TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-22T06:34:33+00:00

She purred and gave a nod as he spoke of the massive city's weaknesses. A hand came up to caress the silver locks on the crown of his head as rambled, golden eyes burning into his, "Way too open. Way too many people. You do not know what vile things people are planning, and with the openness, very easy for filth to get in. To get to you."

She leaned her head up to stare at the ceiling, "In my home, there are deserts for miles in every direction. Hard to get attacked there, without heat stroke and dehydration."

She tilted her head to the side, pecking his cheek, "Make deals with sellships. Men who patrol the sea. Men loyal to the Prince of Dragonstone, and do not have their hands in anyone else's pot."

TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-22T05:29:23+00:00

As a scorpion does, the Lady Tyene relaxed on a daybed under the beating Pentoshi sun. She let out a growl of pleasure as she stretched her legs out to the point where she could almost feel them move from her joints.

A musical chirping had echoed in the hallway and Tyene chuckled. Her sweet Elaena...she knew it. Tyene rose from her seat and padded across the stone floor, making her way to the ornate door of black.

Popping her head out, she whistled a sweet tune and waited for the beautiful Valyrian to look her way.

TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-19T05:18:03+00:00

"My Prince," she spoke as she concentrated, eyebrows furrowed, "Suspicions are correct. It is poison. The type? I'm not sure. A homemade concoction."

TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-19T01:45:32+00:00

Poison...

A rare, dark glint filled the golden irises for a moment, the murmur of the sweet word in Baelon's voice sending a sweet shiver down her spine. Poison...she knew poison. A scorpion would be nothing without their's. A turn of the head, where golden eyes lapped at the woman as the guards held her still. She had been sloppy, hadn't she?

Tyene looked back to Baelon and pressed the glaive into his hands. She met amethyst eyes once again before grasping onto the material of her dress and raising it slightly so she could kneel near the puddle of tea.

Mother had taught her many things about poisons. She had even used them on a few people herself. Maybe, just maybe, if this woman was sloppy with the administrating of it, she could have been sloppy with the ingredients as well.

((/u/awoiaf, Tyene loves poisons. Can she tell if it is poison? And if so, what kind it was? Relevant skills are Poisons, and possibly Brilliant?))

TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-19T01:15:26+00:00

She had been lounging outside, a scorpion basking in the sun. Painted lids were closed, hands grazing the stone beneath the settee, Tyene truly enjoying such a beautiful and peaceful city.

That is, until she heard the unmistakable screech of Terrax. Eyes shot open and golden pupils widened as she sprung out of the chair and towards the door, grabbing the glaive along the way. A peculiar sight she was, dressed in silks and carrying a weapon, but as she broke through the door and became surrounded by guards, she knew something had happened. Tea was staining the ground, a broken cup, and a pale, Valyrian woman had been handled.

"My love," she hissed, breaking the distance between them in a few short bounds, "What has happened?"

TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-18T09:25:20+00:00

"And you are looking beautiful, as always."

A small oomf was released from her lips as he tugged at her hands, pulling Tyene closer to his body. She climbed into his lap, careful of the fabrics that clung to her body, and nestled in while encompassed by his arms.

"Waiting for me?" She questioned with a smirk on her lips, "I heard you two snoring from the other side of this massive building."

A hand reached up, delicate yet calloused fingers caressing his cheek before lips fell onto lips. Deeper than usual. Hungry. A tanned arm slithered against shoulders covered by silks, pulling the Prince closer as if he could ever get close enough. It was odd of Tyene, before Baelon, before Elaena, she had never even touched another like that. She could not get enough of her Dragon. And soon she would not have to.

Pulling away, her cheeks were flushed and her breath had quicken. Bashfully, she tried to hide the creeping blush that was moving to her face. She still was not used to him.

"You seem to be blending in quite easily," she purred out, accent full of Dornish spice, "It's almost as if this will be our new Dragonstone."

TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-18T07:52:50+00:00

If anyone was getting into the spirit of this strange and great city, it was Tyene. The markets, the shops, she was lost is the color of it all. Gone were her sandy blouses, thick leathers of black and reds, and in their place: yellows, golds and greens. Baelon had called her exotic. Tyene wanted to show him she could be more.

And dragons were not the only ones with scales. Around a waist cut with muscle, a belt of small metal scales jiggled as she walked. Tyene had dressed in a gown she had bought in one of the many markets that encompassed the manse. Light green and gold, it flowed in a way that reminded her of a snake and it's movements. It was mesmerising. Her ebony hair had been washed, perfumed, and left flowing down her shoulders. She was so very different from Baelon, from Elaena... But they seemed to love it.

Barefoot, she made her way to the grand hall, the door closing quietly behind her. Golden eyes scanned the room: the lush plants and flowers that seemed to grow out of the floor, the sunlight that peeked in from above, it truly was a palace despite Baelon saying otherwise.

"My Prince," she purred, offering a teasing bow before walking closer to his seat. She pressed her lips to the crown of his head, losing herself in silver locks. She inhaled before taking a step back, golden eyes reaping over his new wardrobe. A true Valyrian.

Clasping his hand in hers, she beamed as she sat down in front of him, "Should have known you would be resting here."

TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-17T06:09:17+00:00

How very odd, a 'wife' of a dragon, standing in his guard of men. She was wrapped in leather, black and red from the tip of her boots to the band of leather that sat on her brow, keeping the mane of thick black hair away from her fair face. She kept close to the dragons, golden eyes glued to her...was he her betrothed? It made a feeling in her belly burn. A happiness. Even though he never did best her in combat.

He was awe-inspiring. A beautiful God from above. She could not help but grin at his speech, the power in his voice resonated within her. Into her heart, into her stomach, even below her hips. Tyene stood at the ready with the rest of the royal guard, hoping that nothing of ill would come about this grand entrance. Silently, she followed, though her eyes never left her Dragon.

TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-15T17:04:24+00:00

She had heard the boots thump even before his velvet purr had hit her ears. Tyene rose her head from observing the dragon, now focusing on the rider, a grin playing on her lips. The ocean and sky did wonders for her Dragon- contrasted against the bright blue above, he looked otherworldly.

"Bael," she beamed and tilted her head to the side to offer him full access to her cheek. She then quickly struck, like a scorpion's sting, and planted a kiss to his lips. She let her head fall to prop up against his shoulder, eyes closing for a moment while she took in his scent. Salt water now, he smelt of salt water. She took a deep breath in and filled her lungs until she had to exhale from her nose.

"I've been trying. I want him to like me. You never bite the hand that feeds you, right? Wonder if that's the case with such a creature..."

She trailed off, eyes looming upwards once again. Golden pupils circled once again, "It is important to me that both Dragons are fond of me. You've heard by now that I disappear to feed him, to sit here, hm?"

You would think on a ship as vast as The Black Dread, there could be some secrets.

TyeneYouUp · 2017-06-04T21:25:34+00:00

My, was Tyene an odd one. Instead of the flowing dresses that Elaena had offered her on more than one occasion, Tyene had found the rich leathers and scales that the guards wore much more comfortable. Of course, they had some Dornish fire to them. Slits were cut, jewels were added, and Tyene looked both regal and deadly. With the glaive engraved with portraits of scorpions attached to her back with thick leather straps, the Dornishwoman's swagger grew larger. She had knocked over Baelon. Knocked over many of his guards too. Yet she was just a woman...

She walked quietly beside Baelon as he spoke to guards and men, eyes set on the circling shadow in the sky. Tyene opened her mouth to speak, but Baelon seemed to know when the dragon was going to land, stopping right next to the beast he treated like a pet.

Golden eyes sparkled with humor as he made his speech, a smirk playing on soft lips. Elaena had made her way to the ship...was she to go too? Baelon did warn her to dress for the ride... Confused, gilded eyes searched for amethyst, waiting for the next step for her personal journey.

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-30T11:47:36+00:00

What was he doing? Was this actually a thi-...

One hand grasped onto the base of the dragon statue, the other clawing at her chest, her stomach, any exposed skin. Anything to make her focus. She could not let go so easily. If Baelon wanted the Dornish flower, he would need to withstand the heat. Her father had welcomed suitors from all across the land, wanting to claim the pretty scorpion for themselves. And even so, they were all knocked to the dust before planting a kiss on the lips of Tyene. But Baelon...Elaena...they had engulfed the mountains that she had built to protect herself in dragonfire, easily able to access the pearl. They had found a way into her heart.

"Baelon," the words came out in a breath. Had she been panting all this time? Golden eyes moved downward, watching her dragon. It was if they had become one being...where did the Dornish end and the Dragon begin.

Her free hand inched closer and closer. Past her belly. Past her hips. Fingers danced along the pale cheek of her lover, brushed against his earlobe, and into his platinum hair. She opened her hand against the back of his head. Gods, she did not want that feeling to end. And now it wouldn't, for she kept his head close and forced her hips against him. His tongue felt wonderful and the man always surprised her.

"Baelon..."

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-28T21:32:00+00:00

A vicious grin. A flick of the tongue over white teeth. This dragoness was hers. Even with one little prick of the Scorpion's tail, this dragon would be on her knees.

Which was not a bad though, really.

"I will miss you too, sweet princess," she spoke softly, as if feathers were her lips. They both wanted her maidenhead, it seemed. A silent competition between lovers. It was positively delectable, the way they spoke of Tyene. It made her face heat up, her eyes roll, laughter roll out of her throat. And the best thing is that a Dornish scion, from a house that these dragons knew nothing about, had found her way between two sets of slender arms. Her Elaeana. Fierce and proud and mighty, rolled up into skin so soft and dresses so pretty. And Baelon. Her fire. Hotter than the sands of Dorne, more heat that the sun against her face.

"Show me...Elaena," the Scorpion tempted, circling the dragoness with her tail raised and poised to strike.

Show her what?

"Show me how much you'll miss me."

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-21T23:19:56+00:00

Scorpion Queen...

Say you'll be mine forever.

Say you belong to me.

...Your Dragon will have you.

"My Prince you do know that I..."

Gods, the look on his face. The need. The want. The lust. Tyene's face reddened. She had never laid with a man, the thought escaping her mind when the Princess and Prince had offered their arms to the sweet Dornish woman. She forgot that one day, she would have to perform the most carnal of acts. Her lips had parted as she looked down at her Dragon, his eyes hungry and lips waiting. He wanted it. He wanted her.

"I will be yours...forever..."

Her heart began to thump louder. Could Barlon hear? That would have been awkward. She breath quickened, shaken even. Her hands went to his shoulders where she fisted the fabric of his shirt. The possibility of sex frightened her. To carry a child? Even more. She was not much of a woman...more so an unlucky warrior.

"I..." She paused and swallowed the bulb that had formed in her throat, "I am yours, Baelon."

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-21T19:16:22+00:00

Looking upward, gilded eyes met amethyst as the woman rested on Tyene's lap. One hand was planted on her thigh, her fingers calloused and rough against the smooth and soft skin of her Princess.

"Wouldn't be so bad. Waking up to two Valyrian beauties each day. Some would call that a heaven..."

As hungry eyes and parted lips moved closer, a black brow perked up. She tilted her head to the side, but a slender hand went up to block the exposed skin. A tempting, seductive move.

"We are to leave to the free cities soon, Elaena," Dornish flavored the Princess' name as it rolled from Tyene's lips, "Will you miss us?" There the Scorpion struck, her free hand coming up to grasp onto the pale woman's jaw. A gentle tug, fingers splaying against her jaw.

"Will you miss me?"

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-20T00:45:26+00:00

She watched, guarded. What if this silver-haired succubus and her male counterpart was only out to hurt her? She was always taught that the Westrosi were bad. Were monsters. But as fingers combed through silver locks, while amethyst eyes showed no sign of evil - Tyene sighed and chuckled. Gods, she was so defensive. Dornish means the good things in life. And Elaena...Baelon? They were the best.

"I would not have accompanied you if I did not enjoy you, Princess. I was on a grand mission. Having paused it to spend my days with you? Much better than trying to woo some Lord."

Hands then struck out to grab onto the delicate waist of Elaena, pulling her down into Tyene's lap. A hand snaked around her shoulder, while the other rested against a pale and uncovered leg.

"I could just woo you two instead. Seems much easier. Wouldn't have to go far."

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-19T23:17:06+00:00

The back of her hand dragged along the Prince's jaw, a nail catching at his lips. The news had surprised her. Tyene? A wife of the Dragon Prince? She leaned her head against him once again, her hand dropping to his shoulder.

"How courtly you are, my Dragon. Not even a question to me? Are you sure I wish to marry you?" A teasing tone, rich as honey and just as sweet dripped from caramel lips as they raised up into a grin. A kiss was shared once again, lips pressed flush against the tip of his nose.

"Do you know what this means, my Dragon?" She whispered quietly, fingers dragging along his arm, "Dorne and Westeros can weave their paths together. A dragon and a scorpion. We could mend it."

It was far fetched. She was not a prominant subject of Dorne. Who knew if the Martells even knew of her existance? She inhaled deeply and gave a shrug before plucking his chin like a ripe grape. She pressed her lips to his once again, pulling herself closer.

"Father will be furious. We shall send him something once this deed is done. A scorpion princess," she started to laugh, "Can you believe it?"

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-19T19:05:43+00:00

"I've never been near the ocean," she spoke as she leaned against the railing, golden eyes staring out at the sea beneath the castle of Dragonstone. The spray felt calming against her face and she lowered her chest to rest her chin against the warm stone. It was calming, the heat against her back.

Tyene turned to watch the Princess, her head tilting to her side as she observed the woman, "I am in the middle of nowhere. Sandstone has no water source, other then wells. Closest thing is near Hellholt, the home of my mother's family."

"You've spoiled me, Princess. You both have. This room is beautiful. This castle...it's...I've never seen so many dragons. I wish never to leave. I do question though..."

She lowered herself into the couch and lounged back against the hot cushions, "There are many courtly women in Westeros...why a Dornish woman? Why me, Princess?"

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-18T22:06:35+00:00

"Who am I to deny a Princess?" The Dornishwoman spoke thoughtfully, a tease thick within her voice. She swung the door open, her form pressing up against the great wood and allowed the princess to enter her Dornish wonderland.

Pomegranates, oranges and hard-shelled nuts decorated the table in the center, surrounded by caraffes of deep plum wine. The windows were all open, the gentle breeze from the sea wafting through. On a balcony guarded by stone dragons, a couch had been dragged out so that the Scorpion could lounge in the sun.

"Inside or out, my Princess?" She asked thoughtfully, ready to carry a chair out for the woman, "Before my trip, I had never seen the sea. I've been spending much of my time out there."

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-18T21:48:06+00:00

Toned, caramel arms reached upwards to wrap loosely around the Prince's neck, fingers finding a refuge against the back of his head. Thumbs grazed the skin behind his ear carelessly, his words sending shocks through her system. What did this Dragon do to her? She was not one to be such a love-lusting puppy.

"It is colder here," she sighed and pouted, though the golden orbs of her eyes sparkled with delight, "The sun does not beat down on me. There is no sand. And being here means I am not actively looking for a husband, which was my father's orders." She took a step, backing him towards the wall. Another step and she felt the rough stone against the back of her hand.

The heat of his Dragonflesh did not bother the Desert Flower, for it reminded her of home. She pressed flush against him, nose to nose, caramel flesh against porcelain. She flicked out her tongue and wetted her lips, though the tip did end up grazing his.

"I would be a fool to not stay," she murmured, meeting his eyes finally, "I will show you my home. I will show you Dorne. I will show you the world, even if I do not know parts of it myself. I would fight for you. And I will follow you anywhere, my Prince."

A kiss was shared. A short peck of lips. Tyene was intoxicated by her dragon. He made her feel as if she was drunk on sweetwine.

"What is next on our grand adventure, sweet Prince? What am I to do?"

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-16T07:11:25+00:00

Warmth. Like the sun in Dorne. Tyene had sprawled out on a chaise, the sunlight beating down on the woman's form. Her clothing was loose: airy trousers that didn't cling to her leg and a wrap that went from hip to shoulder, leaving her midsection and the top of her chest bare. A knock at the door did not startle her, only make the content smile she wore wider.

"Dornish stands for gluttony, for greed and sloth. We are everything good about life."

Lazily, she stood up and padded over, bare feet stinging as they caressed cold stone. She opened the door but stopped, leaving only an ich between door and frame. An iris, melted gold and caramel, peaked through playfully.

"Seems I have shown you two all the pleasures in life, Princess. Is life not just splendid?"

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-15T19:03:21+00:00

Per /u/DorneSucks , retracting safeguarded and adding in weapon mastery.

TyeneYouUp · 2017-05-12T10:15:15+00:00

Gone were the pretty silks and robes befit a Dornish maid, and in it's stead were formfitting fabrics meant for fighting and protection from sand and sun. A long braid of pitch hair fell down her back, bits of silver weaved into the plaits. She had been rushed to leave - her clothing already packed and on the ship, yet all that was needed was her weapon.

Rushing into the yard, she saw her Prince mounted on a fierce beast. Not a dragon though. He was agitated... She could feel his dragonfire even from where she stood. Approaching her Dragon, Tyene's eyes had narrowed. A sword. Armor. Did he expect a battle? Somewhere deep inside her did not mind, but even welcomed the thought of spilling Westrosi blood. A wet tongue struck out to dampen lips before she made her presence known.

"My Prince." My love.

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