I would like to apply for the role of a Companion.

There's more to comforting a client than sweet massages, tender touches, the occasional rump in the bed. I've been trained to give my clients whatever they wish. The typical romantic may want someone to hang onto or escort them to an event. A Master may want a submissive or even to be dominated. Events may call for a dancer or muscian. I am well versed in all of these things. What makes me different however is that I also know how to comfort someone who's worked too hard, I can forge a good blade or heavy armor for overworked smithies. I can widdle a fine staff of flame or healing for those carpenters who need to take a break. My fingers are even adept in the needle craft, making light armors so those seamstresses can take a load off. I'm good at negotiating those tough situations where you need an outsiders opionion. If subtuley is required for whatever reason, again I can make it work. As I said, I'm well versed in giving my client's what they want or need.... for a price of course.

((already applied through ejin))

Jo'kyrr regards the applicant in silence, her eyes seeming to glow against her dark fur. Her breathing is steady, with just the faintest rasp of a purr as she strokes her fingers over the papers in her hands. She stacks them neatly, and sets them aside on a table made of sweet-smelling wood.

"Indeed. There is much more." She agrees after listening to the applicant's speech. She gives a very slight smile, just the barest curve of her lips away from glistening fangs. "Khajiit is pleased to hear of your many talents."

She leans back against the soft pillows spread across the floor of the inn, relaxing in the balmy air. Summer is one of the best times for such proclivities, she has found.

"Tell Khajiit. What makes you more qualified than her other applicants to this position?" Soft-furred ears lift, as if to better catch Natsuyo's response.

"Tell Khajiit. What makes you more qualified than her other applicants to this position?" the Khajiit asked Natsuyo. He pondered the question and couldn't come up with a answer he liked himself.

His back was rigid in the at ease position he reverted to when he was uncomfortable. A drop of sweat slid languidly down his back in the summer heat. At least he blamed the heat not the fact that he was being interviewed for a position amongst the Companions. Jo'kyrr's eyes were bore-ing wholes in his psyche and he had to take a deep breath so he wouldn't loose control.

"Honestly Mistress, I wouldn't be so presumptuous and say that I out qualify anyone other Applicant. Every person who approaches you, or has approached you have their own redeeming qualities. Everyone has their niche and special talent that you can use to make clients putty in your paw." Natsuyo stated within the time it took for that drop of sweat to finish it's trail down his spine.

The Khajiit's eyes twitched and Natsuyo continued to say, "However my qualities are the fact that I am so well versed in multiple skill sets. Blacksmithing, Clothier, Carpentry, Lute, Flute, Dance, Refreshment Serving, Massage, Intercourse, Submitting, Dominating, Swordplay, Healing, Conversing..."

Natsuyo had to stop and take a breath as the woman's eyes never left his. Was she gauging his submissiveness or trying to see that Natsuyo would challenge her authority? There was little time to come to a decision as his brain automatically made him look down and off to the side as a rat caught his attention across the room in a corner. He didn't move his head but his eyes darted to the small creature before dropping to look at the table he was standing infront of.

"I-uhm-I guess that is all I'm qualified in ma'am." Natsuyo stated and went back to being silent waiting for his hopeful Mistress to comment.

Sylvaswift steps out from the shadows, having watched the brief exchange and in the mood for mischief he purrs out a challenge to the Mistress of the Companions and her new applicant.

"This one humbly suggests that he demonstrate his qualifications to you, not with this one do not mistake Sylvaswift in his intent." A lurid smile unfurled across his lips as he lent back against the cold stone wall to gauge Jo'kyrr's and Natsuyo's reaction to his suggestion.

This is so much fun to read

A languid smile spreads across split lips, inner lids shielding green orbs as she rolls this over. An ear swivels around, and lifts at the new intruder's recommendation.
She purrs.

"You speak with a honeyed tongue. This one wonders, will all find it tasting so sweetly?" She muses, before slipping slowly to her feet and stretching.

She is not a very imposing character if you judge by stature along: she's rather short, even for a female, and her form is soft, thick plush fur hiding any trace of muscle definition.
Her bearing is unthreatening, inviting even.
But there is a deadly air about her, the scent of a poisoned dagger hidden behind velvet and silk.
Nightshade and chocolate.

"A provocative suggestion... friend." She holds the word hostage for a moment, deliberately delaying the delivery until enough time has passed to make one squirm, and then she dips her head towards their uninvited guest with a strange smile. "Is there something else that Jo'kyrr may assist you with? As you know... interviews are private affairs." She purrs, ears laying back against her dark hair in the barest hint of a threat.

She moves again, to stand beside Natsuyo, and offers him a hand.

"Come. Tell Khajiit... what is his preference?"

Natsuyo looks at the new Khajiit to enter from the shadows only for a moment before he takes Jo'kyrr's offered hand and bends over to lay the barest of kiss, a brush of lips if nothing more, to the dark fur. As he right's himself he explains, "My preferences are male over female but that is personal preference. In all honesty I don't mind gender when servicing. If a client prefers pain, I can take it; as long as theres no maiming or serious mental damage to myself. To be straight-forward, I am a softie. Clients who need and arm to hang on to, to spoon or cuddle I'm ready for it. I have a tough time when it comes to Argonians and Orcs however. Argonians, I must admit, I do not understand. Orcs well... I had a traumatic experience when I was learning the companion trade back in Skyrim. I will take a Orc client on but I may have a flashback and will wake up from it in a few moments but it's enough to throw most Orc clients off."

*bows respectfully as he backs out of the room* This one will afford you the privacy you have so aptly requested.

An ear lifts curiously at the polite gesture, and the cat smiles just the tiniest bit. She gives a low purr, and dips her head into a nod as they move and he continues to explain himself to her.
She hears and analyzes everything, from what he says to how he says it, and hums her acknowledgement.

"Very well. Khajiit will keep this in mind." She agrees with a low purr.

"Come. As Sylva so adequately put... action speaks louder than word. Let us find you a suitable client for your interview, Natsuyo Stoneblade."

| ooc; I will go ahead and approve your application; I am satisfied. If you want to continue this rp, I would love to. ^^ Please make sure you check out the "New Orders for the Kittens" thread and send me your "bio" so that I can add it to the "Meet the Companions" page.
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Natsuyo bows slightly towards his mistress and follows her out of the room. Where she will take him or what the client she has in mind doesn't seem to bother him. There was an air of trusting that surrounded the female Khajiit that made Natsuyo feel at home strangely. He hasn't felt like this in quite a long time, infact, it's was last felt when his parents were still alive... Regardless, Natsuyo followed Jo'kyrr silently, his feet making the barest of sounds on the wooden floor. Nat knows somehow that Jo'kyrr wouldn't allow him to be hurt.

Jo'kyrr leads him into the streets, her steps sure and unfaltering as she cuts her way through the quiet little town that has long-since sent everyone else to sleep in their bedrolls. It seems as if she will walk forever following a maze only she can see, until she comes quite suddenly to a stop outside of a seemingly empty shack.

She raises a hand to the door, and her knock in quick and quiet, like the rap of a bird's beak against the bark of a tree.

The door opens to reveal a tall Altmer. The elf towers over the Khajiit, and tired lyrics he looks down at her. It appears that he is still recovering from some great injury. He stands stiffly in the door, obviously favoring his left side, and there was lines drawn in his face that seem to age him far beyond what the strong lines of his body would suggest.

"I was... hoping that you would come again." He says softly, before turning his head to focus with furrowed brow om the one standing beside her. His gray hair, like untempered metal, hangs in his face. "Who is this?"

"Jo'kyrr is glad to see you still in one piece... He is a potential of hers. She wishes him to test his mettle against you. Does Ellias mind?"

The elf regards the both of them quietly for a moment before he steps back, leaning heavily on the door as he moves to let them in. "Please. Quickly. I don't know who I can trust yet."

Natsuyo walked the conveluted alleyways behind his Mistress. He knew he wouldn't be able to find his way back by himself but he trusted Jo'kyrr without question. That thought surprised him actually. He's never completely trusted another person before. Since his parents had lied to him throughout his childhood before they died and then he was a whipping boy until he turned 17, there wasn't a time now where he could actually let his guard down and let people in.

When Jo'kyrr stopped at an empty shack he rapped on the door. Natsuyo was confused and was pleasantly surprised when an Altmer answered the door. After years of learning to control his facial features, Nat didn't let his surprise show. The male seemed to be hurting, at least it appeared to Natsuyo that he was. There was a slight lean to the to the Altmer's frame like he was favoriting his left side more.

"She wishes to test his mettle against you." Jo'kyrr's voice purred out, breaking Natsuyo's train of thought.

Test his mettle? Natsuyo was confused by the verbage used in the Khajiit's sentence. What was even more strange was what the Altmer said afterwards before they were ushered quickly inside. The room was lit by a single candle within a lantern hanging from the middle of the room. Natsuyo stood next to his Mistress awaiting further details.