You want me to write out a real battle between them?
Nah you don't have to. You can just skip the whole thing. I was just giving you the option :)
@Ziccarra_Liafador: He would have to of been been blind not to immediately notice her. A Spanish beauty that you might only find in movies or on the arms of wealthy businessmen. Bronzed skin and ebony black hair, a near perfect figure. As he approached the diva he could almost feel the eyes on him all around the park, although the relaxed posture with which he moved wouldn't allow anyone watching him to be none the wiser. As he drew nearer she looked towards him, greeting the obvious newcomer to the city. His Spanish was a bit rusty be he could carry a conversation. "Tarde señorita" he quickly responded followed by a friendly smile.
@The_Assassin_: @The_Assassin_: “Buenas noches”. She replied sliding her fingers down to pet her puppy as it, leaned up against her kneecaps. “Tis, a lovely night for a walk in the park no?” she asked, hoping to gauge a response; this was something she learned as a bravehart; the smallest hint of an accent or the attempted hiding of one allowed her to lock in a general location.“Buenas noches”. She replied sliding her fingers down to pet her puppy as it, leaned up against her kneecaps. “Tis, a lovely night for a walk in the park no?” she asked, hoping to gauge a response; this was something she learned as a bravehart; the smallest hint of an accent or the attempted hiding of one allowed her to lock in a general location.
A full moon shone brilliantly over the dark ocean, the water's waves being pushed back and forth against the sand in a never-ending dance that had existed since Earth's beginning. Only a short distance from the shore a number of lights created a warm glow along the beach, hues of orange and yellow illuminated from the lamps of various restaurants where tourists enjoyed the city's fine food and entertainment. While her own Italian heritage made her partial to the city's Roman era, Ravenna never denied herself a visit to the exotic city of Malaga. The undead mistress currently sat at one of the city's beachside restaurants, the warm lights and heavy humidity giving the evening a sultry air. She wore nothing but a black string bikini and beige sarong, her raven black hair falling untamed around the glowing olive skin of her smooth shoulders. Across from the Italian beauty sat a French man, his aristocratic background showing through his own casual attire. His eyes stayed locked on her, unable to move his attention elsewhere. She had met the man while enjoying the beach earlier that day, finding his suave demeanor and charming accent interesting enough to earn him a dinner. The food had been delicious, a trait the city had maintained no matter what century she visited in, and now the two exchanged tentative glances that gave unspoken insight to how they wanted the night to progress. Apparently feeling confident in the level of his appeal to her, the French man stood from their table and extended his hand to her. "My hotel is only a short walk from here, Ms. Borromeo. I would be honored if you would accompany me there," he invited, his accent heavy. Saying nothing, but giving him a tantalizing smile, Ravenna slid her hand into his and allowed him to lead them away from the restaurant and toward his hotel. The city was still full of life, even at such a late hour, as residence as well as tourists continued to enjoy the magic energy of the ancient city.
Without any conscious reasoning for doing so, her French guide began leading the couple off the main road and into the darkness of an alleyway within the heart of the city. Once fully concealed from the rest of the world, he positioned her in between himself and a wall before his lips pressed down against her neck with spirit like that of a wild animal: untamed and savage. She did not resist his advances, rather welcomed them as her fingers wrapped themselves around locks of his dark hair. As his lips made their way down her neck to just above her breasts she tilted her head back in pleasure, the corners of her mouth turning upward in a wickedly amorous smile while deep breaths of air escaped her own parted lips. Just has his fingers began to pull downward on her bikini top, her hand moved down to lock around his wrist at an invisible speed. Slowly she moved his hand up beside her head, his own head tilting back upward so that their eyes became level with each other. For a split the second the man seemed broken from his sensual craze, a look of horror unable to make it to his face before her teeth sunk deep into the veins of his neck.
@The_Assassin_: Adjusting the rose piece fixed in her head Z, motioned her hands to the bench offering him a seat. “It tis often that I sit here and converse with people; some people I recognize others I do not; tell me sir.” She said, crossing her legs. “What brings you to Malaga, business or Pleasure?”
@The_Assassin_: “Oooh, come now surely soon as your business is over, you’ll find the pleasure you longed for” she said, nudging him a bit with her shoulders. “You Americans work too hard senor” she said, switching her gaze to the black mediterrian sea in the backdrop. “May I ask what business, it is that stifles you on this visit?”
@Ziccarra_Liafador: "Perhaps I will..." Looking out over the water before returning his attention back to the lovely, but mysterious Spaniard. "I'm here looking for someone. Someone who saved me a lot of trouble without realizing it. It only seemed right to show them my gratitude."
@The_Assassin_: “Well then” Z said, shifting slightly on the bench, the bulk of her curvy body now behind her, running her hand up her guest’s collar she wiped traces of lint from his collar. “What’s this person’s name, perhaps I can help you locate them?”
@Ziccarra_Liafador: "Not true, sometimes all you have to do is ask the right people and eventually you'll have a name." Shrugging his muscular shoulders. "Even if I don't find the person I'm looking for, I still got to sit and chat with a goddess of a woman such as yourself."
Winter flies through the air quietly and dives into the beautiful beach's water below with about the same noise level. Though moments later when emerges from the sea to the land's smooth grain surface he has the appearance of an average man in these parts. "That was refreshing"Winter says as he makes his way to free spot on the beach.
@The_Assassin_: Z’s face became florid, his compliment she had heard a dozen times, but there was a bit of a difference in his. Taking a glance at her watch the Red Queen rose, to take her leave. “Well, Senor; I must be going; if you need anything…my villa is right on top of that hill” she said, pointing.
@Ziccarra_Liafador: He was unfamiliar with Malaga, something he regretted, it was a beautiful old city. He left the park, heading the opposite direction from which the lovely Ziccarra had departed, walking until he discovered what seemed to be the 'bad side of town' little cantinas and other establishments of ill repute, not the place you'd visit to find someone capable of manipulating major events in the U.S. but certainly somewhere you'd be able to find the people that knew who this mysterious individual was. Entering a bar with a large number of people milling about outside, some drunk, others not, Caldwell made his way to the bartender. Ordering a drink and paying far more than was required. "Who around here might have a hand in some... sensitive information?" The elderly barkeep stroked his chin as he pocketed the money, "Senor Vasquez upstairs might be able to tell you what you want to know..." With a grateful nod he downed his drink and slipped the old man another bill for his trouble.
Senor Vasquez hadn't been to willing to cooperate... but after seeing some of his hired muscle knocked around and blooded by the American he'd sung like a canary. He'd said the Liafador family was incredibly well connected and that they had a large Villa on the other side of the city. IT was late... so he decided to check into his hotel and pay the family a visit the following day...
@The_Assassin_: “Domina, we have a guest” Z glanced at the camera that relayed outside to the front gate. “hm.” She grunted, stopping her swing. “Let him in; set a plate at the table for breakfast” she said, rising to her feet. Taking a seat at the breakfast table, she waited for her guest.
@The_Assassin_: “I trust you have found what you’re looking for” she said, sitting down at the table, whilst Isabella placed steak, eggs, bacon and pancakes on the table, with orange juice. “I told you if you needed anything, then you’d know where to find me senor, I take it you need me for something?”
@The_Assassin_: Z halted a bit, taking her time to fully allow herself to swallow the steak she placed in her mouth. “Domina…” Isabella asked, wondering if she should remove such guest. “No leave us…” Isabella exited with haste, once her ears were clear from the room, Z spoke.
“My family has tendrils that span oceans; we may have some influence in America…depending on who wants to know” she said, cutting into her steak again.
@The_Assassin_: “Senor, you come into my home, and I invite you to breakfast; you offer no name nor do you touch your food” she said, bending her wrist with a fork handing from her French tips. “My family, only owns the Liafador wine imported into the states”
@Ziccarra_Liafador: Hmm yeah still deciding how orthodox I'm going with that. lol usually I'm more traditional but I slipped up there. Make it laying on the beach under the moonlight ;p
LOL, I just wanted to make sure I didn't read your last post wrong. I gotcha
Use your keyboard!
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