"Dollzerka". I repeat, standing up and stepping into the rhombus formed with the lower tips of the five-pointed stars i draw in the stone platform.
The feminine creature imitates my action, coated with burgundy light as soon as she crosses the perimeter, transformed to an ethereal shape, absorbed by the blue rhombus in my chest.
[ Dollzerka ]
[ Corrupted Cekx'Appealer ]
[ Championness ] [ Level 0 / 0 ]
[ Proficiency ] [ 0 / 500 ]
[ Experience ] [ 0 / 5000 ]
[ 0 ] [ × ] [ Spirituality ]
[ ? ] [ + ] [ Vitality ]
[ ? ] [ + ] [ Mentality ]
[ ? ] [ + ] [ Ordinance ]
[ 0 ] [ × ] [ Radiance ]
{I'll be able to evoke her when she reaches Level 1?}.
"You did it…". Disbelief permeating the stupefied conceited face of the Dog-eared damsel. "You actually did it!".
{I can't move}.
"Tell me how!". She demands, rushing at me, pushing me with the added momentum of her sprint, destabilizing my posture with a push.
Facing her with unchanging expression, she believes i am being a sore snob, her hands grasping my shoulders like crab claws, while the paws of a Bitch would be more fitted for her.
She shakes my body, even when my posture is already performing an inverse pendulum motion.
"I need to…". She says, but i am unable to move, leaning forward. Tilting her head back, she obliviously pulls me closer, stumbling, and accelerating our fall.
She lands on her back, the back of her head ricochets again the stone platform, her mouth connecting with my sealed lips.
The bright golden eyes of the Barking Bitch are widened with panic, her cheeks turning crimson as her breath is stopped mid-inhalation.
She fastly deviates her face. "Stand up at once lustful beast!. How dare you to defile me!".
Of course. I don't move, nor reply.
"Why are you not saying anything?!…". She screams angered, needing time to finally comprehend the strangeness of my petrified state.
"Argh!. Why are you so heavy?!".
{Did i acquire mass because i performed the Ritual?. Or is the way my Body adjusts to Dollzerka's presence?}.
It's difficult for her, but the Dog-eared damsel slides from the self-machinated predicament she obliviously caused.
My face smashes the stone cold surface of the circular platform, the audible crunch of my nose breaking under my own weight.
{This bitch!. At least she could dropped me down without pushing me up first}.
The Lady's hands grab my ankles, dragging me off the platform, my face rubbed against the stone before hitting the earthy soil with a dry thwack.
{Bitch!}.
With gritted teeth, i produce lube across my skin, slowly recovering my body's natural motion, realigning the cartilage of my broken nose, crouching, and observing the Dog-eared damsel, who draws a pattern identical to my Ritual.
"What do i do now?". She demands, puffing out her bosom, satisfied with the layout drawn for her next attempt.
"Is that how you ask for a favor?. Especially after breaking my nose".
"I belong to the Iscandaris House. I'm being very nice to you, and you heal already".
"Incredible!. I comment sarcastically, before i turn stern. "I'm a Vecturion".
She is annoyed, clearly not having a witty comeback, swapping her focus. "You kissed me!".
"And you liked it".
"I did not!". She complains, her frustrated flush adorning her pretty face.
"Repeat it until you believe it. Plus you dragged me, my face paying the price by hitting the floor, again".
"It was an accident. You weren't moving!".
"Now i will…". I show my disposition to depart, instilling fear in her, along a prompt reaction, as she quickly comes to stopped me.
"I need to have an Embryon!. Those who don't possess one before the first day at the Lyceum, receive different lessons, less specialized in combat, and more theoretical. It will be a severe shame for me. None of the Scions and Heiresses of my House has ever failed on accomplish this distinction. I don't want to go down in the records of history as the laughingstock of the Iscandaris".
{That's understandable. I appreciate her honesty, and the information. But she doesn't know that…}.
"And what is your offering?".
"What?". She responds confused.
"Look Barking Bitch. I would have helped you as a token of good will, if you weren't so obnoxious. But. I'm not so heartless neither, at least not in my calm everyday life… , Tell me. «What do i get in return?»".
She is dejected. "This is not fair!. You are a Pure Scion from the Vecturion House. There is nothing i can trade with you!".
"Really?. Nothing?. I can think about what you can offer. I am seeing it right now". I proclaim, ogling at her seductive silhouette.
She complains. "You really are a lustful beast, thinking of me like that. You are a total lunatic!. «They'll kill us both» if anyone finds out. Don't even suggest it!. If you had a relationship with a Pure Heiress. I could consider the option…".
"Seinnissia Sunderzen". I interrupt. "She is my Fiancée and Future Wife. It's enough for you to…".
"Hahaha!. You want me to believe that?. I am not a stupid illiterated peasant. Even they know the Sunderzen House only marry with women!".
{Then «Why», or, «How» the two of us end engaged with the other?}.
"Irrelevant. Barking Bitch. Like l told you before. I don't have time to waste in menial chitchat. «Agree or leave». I will go for my Fiancée. You can accept to be «My Bitch» when you see her".
Not waiting for an answer. I go back to the Lyceum's Dormitories.
Seinnissia is not too happy, but a dutiful Fiancée always follows the lead of her future husband.
I come back to the circular stone platform, accompanied by my Fiancée, and she is not too pleased with sighting the Dog-eared damsel.
"Ines. What are you doing here. Presumably alone with my Fiancé?".
"He knows how to contact an adequate Embryon for me".
Seinnissia is flat serious. "Couldn't you come up with anything more believable Ines?. I saw Vurckair's Panel. He has no Spirituality".
"Exactly. And he still has an Embryon. I witnessed the event. I have the preparations ready, but i need his orientation for the rest".
Stupefied, my Fiancée ignores Ines, turning to face me. "Vuir. You truly want to fight for me?".
"For us Nissi"…