Vacation In Zahirah

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The palace was full of life as the news of Akhtar's return spread. The King and Queen put all servants on notice that the youngest of the royals was returning home. What was more important was that he was bringing a guest. It was a magical being of course. It was not that non-magical beings could not pass through the barriers that protected Zahirah from the eyes of human it was simply the magic would not allow them to pass unless with a wizard/witch. Zahirah was the magical kingdom that Akhtar called home. The entire area that made up North Africa and a small portion of the Arabian peninsula.

Zahirah was invisible to human eyes and only magical beings could see. There were some rumors in regards to its existence but many did not know for a fact if it were truly there. Those humans who were granted access were deemed secret keepers and if they were to reveal the existence of Zahirah they would suffer a horrible fate. Call it left over from the middle ages but that was the punishment. Needless to say the deaths caused by the location being revealed have been few. Whether the existence of it is known or not truly doesn't matter because again, humans could not pass through the barriers. Yet that is not important at the moment.

Khan and Bismillah had already arrived to help the others prepare for Akhtar and Gil's pending arrival. As always the news found out of the Prince coming home and were hoping to get an interview with him. Akhtar was a huge celebrity in the wizarding world. He was quite the popular playboy. He could always be seen at all of the hottest events. It was sure to be a fantasy come true for Gil. He would get to live the life he truly loved. Akhtar would enjoy being home as well. He had a lot he could accomplish...

Moments later Akhtar and Gil would arrive in Zahirah. There waiting on there arrival was Khan. He had the royal caravan waiting on the pair. It would be the entire treatment for the pair. Inside the private jet that housed the Prince and his friend Akhtar sat looking out the window as they prepared to land. Akhtar was excited to be home. His gray hazel eyes gleamed with excitement. He couldn't wait to show Gil all around his city and his life as a prince. He looked across to Gil wondering what thoughts were going through his mind. He smiled and looked out the window noticing the palace from the window. It was like a jewel in the night. It could be seen both during the day and night. Many were in awe of its beauty.

[Guillotine]

This was the first time Guillotine had ever been on a plane. He was excited to experience something new. The interior of the plane was a lot larger than he thought. From the outside, it appeared to be a compact little jet. Boy was he wrong. Once he was inside Guillotine was in awe. He was lucky Akhtar owned a private jet or else he would have to deal with the hustle and bustle of the airport. Once inside Guillotine got comfortable. A warm smile had graced the hellhound’s face as he sat down in the warm plush chair. He turned to look at Akhtar who seemed excited to be going home. Guillotine couldn’t blame the man. The prince lived a great ways away from his real home. Gil could feel the positive, happy energy just wafting off Akhtar. Just knowing Akhtar was happy brought a smile to Guillotine’s face. Everything was going great. The hellhound remained relatively happy and calm until they began to take off. He had never been so scared. The noise of the engine was the main reason why Guillotine’s jet black hair began to spike up like the hackles of an angry canine. His pale hands gripped the seat he was sitting in. He flashed his boss a fearful glance. Akhtar seemed calm. He acted as if nothing was happening. The poor male was clinging on for dear life as the plane took off down the run way.

Once they were in the air Guillotine began to calm down. Surprisingly enough Guillotine didn’t seem the least bit afraid when he looked out of the window. Everything seemed so tiny outside. He continued to look out the window like an awe struck child. From time to time, the turbulence would make him grow tense but eventually he got over it. The male spent most of his time looking out the window until they began to land. He freaked out for a few moments until something outside the window caught his attention. It was a large structure that was lit up by bright lights. Guillotine pressed his face against the window like a child. He was trying to get a better view of the marvelous sight Questions began to pop into the young hellhound’s head. He knew Akhtar was royalty but was he really this famous? Was this Akhtar’s home? The place looked huge from the sky. Hell, it looked bigger than Akhtar’s estate. Guillotine’s jaw dropped as they began to land near the large building. “A-are we going there?” He asked before turning to Akhtar. His alpha seemed ecstatic. A large smile had lit up his face. Guillotine cocked his head to the side as he waited for an answer.

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Akhtar laughed to himself as he watched Gil try and cope with being on a plane. Since this was his first time on one Akhtar thought he did rather well. Gil looked at Akhtar and asked if they were going to the palace and Akhtar nodded his head. "Yes we are. We will be taken there by caravan once we arrive at the Royal Airport." Akhtar sighed as the plane started to land. They skipped across the runway as they were coming to a stop. The jet finally came to a stop and Akhtar looked out the window to be greeted by the stone faces of the Royal Guard. They were dressed like Secret Service agents. They all wore dark shades and wore black suits with crisp white shirts and black ties. They also wore dark keffiyeh covering their heads. They stood straight with their arms at their sides. They were like stone, unmovable.

The men parted as the ladder was placed against the door. The man closest to the door walked up the ladder and released the carpet that was attached to the top. The long red carpet rolled out and stretched the entire length of the two lines formed by the men and stopped at long line of cars that waited at the other side of the airport tarmac. Akhtar stood and said, "Okay Gil, time to go. One thing though...Don't be nervous. They're not going to do anything to you. Just walk with your head held high. You're a guest of mine so you are basically nobility for your time here. Remember that..." The man had since returned to his place at the head of the line. He waved his hand and the door opened for the pair.

Akhtar stepped to the door and onto the large ladder that would lead them to the ground. AKhtar looked down to the men and smiled warmly. In unison the men bowed to their knees and bowed their heads in respect for Akhtar. He nodded to them as they bowed and he walked down the ladder. He looked straight ahead as members of the press were there and were snapping pictures of himself and most certainly Gil. Gil would definitely cause a buzz within the kingdom due to his appearance. Akhtar arrived to the car and Khan was there waiting for him. He pulled the door open and allowed Akhtar access...

[Guillotine]

Guillotine continued to stare out of the window in awe. A large grin appeared onto his handsome face as Akhtar mentioned that they were going to that very large palace like structure. Perfect! Guillotine couldn’t wait to mark his territory on that building, and make it his. As Guillotine thought about this the plane began to land. The male’s jet black hair began to spike up once more, and a low groan streamed from his throat. His pale fingers clung to the chair he was sitting in. Landing was scarier than taking off. The plane seemed to bounce across the run way before it skidded to a stop. Once the plane came to a standstill Gil began to calm down. His muscles no longer protruded though his pale flesh. He looked out the window once more and spotted a group of strange looking men. The royal guard was quite intimidating to Guillotine. He couldn’t help but to growl at them from inside the plane. Suppose his canine complex was beginning to come out. The male watched the group intently as they began to do their job. A few brought a large ladder up to the plane, and released a long red carpet. The men then made two long lines outside the plane.

Gil continued to look outside, gawking at their stone cold appearance, until Akhtar stood up. The hellhound immediately turned towards his Alpha and listened as he spoke. “I-I’m not nervous.” Guillotine huffed; he was lying through his fangs. Akhtar then told him that the men weren’t going to hurt him. He then stated that he should hold his head high and show his usual confidence when they exited the plane. Gil didn’t blame Akhtar for giving him a mini pep talk. Gil needed to be have himself. The man did have an image to uphold, and it would be a shame if he-as a hellhound-did something to mess things up. Guillotine gave Akhtar a nod. "Alright." Gil would have to do his best to ignore those men. Akhtar did mention he was considered nobility, right? People would think of his as an Alpha.

A crooked grin creased Gil’s lips. He could do whatever wanted now that he was considered nobility. Of course he would have to be subtle about it. But the idea of being an alpha again made Gil excited. Apparently, being a royal made you the leader of the pack automatically. Man, humans where strange.

Soon enough the doors to the plane opened. Guillotine took a deep breath and stood up. He followed Akhtar outside. The hellhound kept his posture straight, and his head held high. A permanent frown played on his lips. Gil continued to trail after Akhtar. He had to restrain himself from cocking his head like a young pup when the men began to bow to Akhtar. This was a bit of a culture shock for the young hellhound. Now wasn’t the time to gawk, he had an image to uphold. Guillotine continued to strut down the carpet until the press showed up. Oh god, cameras. The hellhound hated cameras. It took all he had not to curse and push the cameras out of his face. The male quickened his pace and slid into the car after Akhtar had got in. Once inside he began to relax now that he was away from all the stares. “Damn those cameras.” Guillotine turned to face Akhtar. A grin replaced his frown. Now that they where away from all the people he could bounce back to his old self. Gil couldn't help but to tease the man. "You're quite the celebrity, Akhtar." Guillotine then chuckled darkly. "I bet you get all the ladies."

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Akhtar laughed as the car took off in the royal procession. The police flanked the sides of the limo as they headed towards the royal palace. The streets were lined with people as they waved and hoped to get a glimpse of the youngest member of the royal family. Akhtar looked to Gil and said, "You are quite right Gil." He chuckled before he continued. "Even the women here one day want to be a princess. It is not just mortal girls and women who want to be Queen. Funny thing is I try not to get too attached to them because I know my parents are going to arrange my marriage eventually. It is one of the sad things about being a royal. You can't pick your mate." Clearing his throat and looked out of the window. That was a topic Akhtar would rather stay away from. His mother would always bring it up and he just wanted to live life and have fun. His parents were ready for him to settle down soon.

Akhtar didn't get why they were in such a rush for him to settle down. I mean they lived for hundreds upon thousands of years. He had forever to settle down. He rolled the window down and waved to the people that lined the street for a bit before returning his attention back to Gil. "So tonight I was thinking that tomorrow morning you could go on a tour of the region. Unfortunately the entire kingdom is a bit too vast for us to tour in only two days so you will just get a small tour of everything. I don't think you will be able to see the palace in two days. I mean after all you said you only are willing to stay for two days. You could always have more fun if you decide to stick around a bit."

Akhtar was trying to persuade Gil to stick around more than two days because he was sure the hell hound needed it. He knew once the rebellious hell hound truly started to relax he would not want to leave the kingdom. Akhtar could tell the hell hound was already taking in everything. Akhtar decided to drop another bomb on Gil. "You know Gil, you're the first hell hound EVER to be allowed into Zahirah....sooooo this could technically be ALL of your territory. However there is only one you and far too much land for you to explore and cover in just two days. Maybe next time though right?"

As Akhtar looked back out of the window he saw that they were pulling up to the palace. "We're here!" The excitement from Akhtar filled the entire car as he looked out of the window. They pulled into the spacious grounds of the palace. Akhtar was so happy to be home once more. As they drove down the long driveway they were saluted by the guardsmen. They came into the grounds and passed an area full of cars and came to a stop at the front of the palace where Akhtar's parents stood.

The doors to the car opened and Akhtar exited quickly. He quickly walked over to his parents and hugged them. He was happy to be home...to be with his family.

[Guillotine]

Guillotine chuckled. So Akhtar was a ladies man after all. A crooked smile creased Gil’s pale face. “Heh I knew you had it in you.” The hellhound then listened as Akhtar explained that many of the girls in this city wish to become a princess. Guillotine often wondered why Akhtar didn’t have a mate. The male was very wealthy, good looking, intelligent, and best of all he was very kind. Akhtar’s kindness seemed to know no bounders. The man practically adopted a demonic hellhound. What woman wouldn’t want a reliable man? Soon, Akhtar explained why he didn’t have a mate. It was because of his parents. Guillotine cocked his head to the side like a curious pup. “What?!” He exclaimed with the look of sheer confusion on his face. Was Akhtar being serious? His human parents where going to choose a mate for him? How absurd! The hellhound world was the complete opposite. Gil didn’t understand why humans did this sort of thing. It didn’t make any sense to him. Turning away from Akhtar, Gil looked out of the window before replying. “You humans are strange creatures.”

Gil couldn’t help but to stare at the people waving from the sides of the road. All were fans of Akhtar. It seemed that the prince was rather popular here. Needless to say Gil saw nothing but a giant buffet. The male licked his lips as Akhtar rolled the window down. The prince waved at his loyal fans. A chuckle crept from Gil’s throat. “You’re quite popular Akhtar. I must say, I’m rather impressed.” Though Akhtar’s followers did look delicious Gil would attempt to not eat anyone. He was here because of his boss. It would be stupid to ruin everything. Suppose all of those people where a part of his pack? The guards, the pilot, the driver and the people lining the streets seemed to show Akhtar a lot of respect. Gil knew Akhtar was a prince; however he couldn’t help but to think in canine terms. Well, Akhtar had one hell of a pack. Gil could never remember being around this many people. It was quite the sight.

Guillotine’s eyes returned to Akhtar as he spoke. The young prince stated that they could go on a tour of the kingdom. Guillotine’s eyes seemed to light up like the fourth of July. Akhtar continued, saying that they couldn’t see the entire kingdom in just two days. Gil frowned, suppose staying a little longer wouldn’t hurt? “I might consider it.” He replied. As Gil thought this over Akhtar said something that got the hellhound’s attention almost immediately. The prince said that Gil was the only hellhound allowed in the city, and the fact that the entire city could be his ‘territory’. A sense of excitement began to take over him, and he seemed like a giddy little child. Gil’s single forest green eye began to sparkle with desire. There was a down side to this however. He would have to stay for more than two days if they were going to explore the city. It didn’t take long for Gil to make a decision. “You’ve convinced me Alpha. I’ll stay a little longer.” It was getting hard to control his excitement. He couldn’t possibly pass up an opportunity like this. All of this could he his, all his! Well, in the hellhound’s mind it would be his.

With a large smile Gil looked outside just as the car was beginning to pull up to the large palace. The hellhound’s jaw dropped as they rode up to the large place. “T-t-this is the house!?” Guillotine barked as he rolled down the window and began to stick his head out like a dog during a car ride. “It’s fucking huge!!” The place looked a lot bigger now that they where viewing it from the ground. He inhaled the sweet aroma of fresh cut grass as he looked out the window. The palace amazed the young hellhound. He had never seen anything like it. After passing the parking area the car drove up to the front before stopping. Gil watched Akhtar hastily jump out of the car. He pulled his head into the car and followed his master out of the door. Guillotine then watched as Akhtar ran up to his parents. He greeted the two with a hug. The hellhound stood there, rather awkwardly. He wasn’t too sure what to do. He’s never met Akhtar’s parents before, and to be honest he was quite scared of his boss’s father. He remembered seeing the man on one occasion. Gil could recall the man turning into a giant phoenix and soared away. Slowly, Gil began to trot up to where Akhtar stood. He remained unusually quiet. For once he just stood an observed the scene. A wise person would have bowed to the king and queen of the region. Guillotine didn't however, it wasn't out of disrespect. Gil never understood the whole bowing thing. It was foreign to him. Oh, what an interesting day this was going to be.

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Akhtar stood next to his parents as they watched as Gil exited the car slowly. Akhtar could tell just by observing his body language that the hellhound was not yet comfortable with his surroundings. He was sure Gil didn't know how to address his parents for one. They were King and Queen after all. Akhtar took the chance to introduce them to break the awkwardness of it all. He grabbed both of his parents arms and led them to Gil. "Um(Ma)....Ub(Pa) this is Guillotine. He is a friend and employee. He has joined me here so he can visit the healing springs." Akhtar's mother nodded and smiled to Guillotine. His father spoke saying, "Guillotine, welcome to our Kingdom. I hope you enjoy your stay while you are here."

King Fuad looked at Gil with an intense stare. His jade green eyes seemed as if they were attempting to look through Gil's soul. He spoke in an accent thicker than Akhtar's saying, "My son has spoken very well of you despite your race. I will give you fair warning I am holding you of the same honor that is bestowed upon those of nobility. You WILL be held accountable for all of your acts. Take care of the things you do while here. Now come inside and join us in your welcoming feast." The king and queen turned and led the way up the stairs leading into the grand entrance of the palace.

Akhtar looked over to Gil and smiled. "Don't worry Gil. He is just giving you the same speech his gives to all of the royal guest. He is really nice for the most part." Akhtar turned and followed his parents up the stairs and as he walked the very fabric of his clothes started to change. With every step he took an item of his clothing changed. By the time they were at the top of the stairs he had changed his entire outfit. His hair had even been wrapped in a turban.

**ignore the person as he is not Akhtar just for the purpose of the outfit is he there.**

Akhtar walked into the grand foyer and stood there taking in everything. It seemed so long ago that he was last there. The ornate room felt to inviting to him. He wanted to just stand there the entire day and watch as the entire palace staff went about their own daily duties.

Akhtar turned to wait on Gil so they could make their way to the dinning hall where the feast was being held....

[Guillotine]

The situation was going increasingly awkward for the young hellhound. Guillotine slipped his pale hands into his pants pocket. He’d never been in the presence of someone so powerful. It was unnerving for the young hellhound. He could feel the energy just wafting off Akhtar’s parents like a summer’s breeze. Akhtar’s father seemed a bit more intimidating than his mother. Gil looked away. He couldn’t make eye contact with the human’s father. There was no way. He couldn’t bring himself to challenge the powerful king. Even if eye contact in the human world meant respect, it was the exact opposite in canine society. The tall male even went to the extent as to lower his head as Akhtar grabbed his parent’s arms and approached him. Surprisingly, Gil was willing to roll over in submission in front of this man. Oh, how pathetic.

Guillotine bit his bottom lip as the royal family approached him. He took a small step back. Guillotine could feel a warning growl coming. Luckily he beat it down while clearing his throat. Akhtar didn’t waste any time introducing his parents. The two beings looked down at Guillotine. Their judging eyes seemed to pierce his very being. The hellhound was on the verge of collapsing when Akhtar’s mover gave him a kind smile. This didn’t snap Gil out of his delirium, but it did help with the situation. Akhtar then explained that he was here to use the healing springs. The father figure then spoke. His voice was just as intimidating as his appearance. He welcomed Gil to his palace, however he did tell the hellhound to behave. Gil gave a quick nod before the man and his wife turned to walk inside.

Guillotine just stood there. Luckily, Akhtar was nearby to lend a hand. He reassured the hellhound that everything was going to be ok. His father apparent gave that same speech to all his guests. Well, at least he would be treated like royalty. That was a plus. The hellhound attempted to relax, he walked closely behind Akhtar as he began to enter the large home. As they did so the man’s clothing began to change. Gil jumped back, apparently startled by this sudden change of wardrobe. “W-what the hell?”

Soon enough he calmed down and strolled into the home. The male nearly broke his neck looking up at the ceiling. Never before had he seen such a large home. It was a very luxurious place. Perhaps staying here won’t be so bad? After a minute, Akhtar spoke of food. Gil’s head snapped around to face his boss. “F-f-food?” He then licked his lips. A large amount of saliva began to be produced. Man, he was starving. “Oh! A feast you say? hehe Good, cus' I'm starving.” Oh, it was a real shame. It was unfortunate that Gil had the table manners of a mule. He never really had to use them when hunting so why should he start using them now?

(( I hope this post is ok))

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Akhtar looked back over his shoulder as Gil reacted to his clothes changing before his very eyes. Akhtar couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh Gil, honestly it is just a little magic. You should be used to it by now." Akhtar went towards the feast hall. He knew Gil would truly enjoy the feast. There were few items that weren't on the list. Pork being one of them but he was more than sure Gil wouldn't miss the swine too much. There was going to be so much food not even Gil would be able to get his fill from it. Akhtar smiled and spoke to random employees of the castle as they made their way down the hall. They soon came to two large doors that separated them from the feast hall. Akhtar turned to Gil and said, "Ok Gil. A lot of important people are probably going to be in here. Don't be nervous...just be yourself...well...the good side of yourself and don't let them get under your skin....Act just as snooty if they act that way okay?

Akhtar walked up to the door and the doors separated granting them entrance. As the doors finally stopped revealing the entire room everyone at the tables stood and started clapping as Akhtar walked in. He bowed slightly showing thanks for the applause and made his way to the table at the front where a place for himself and Gil were waiting. There was so much food there for them. As one tray was emptied another appeared in its place. This was good eating for Akhtar he could not wait to dig in. Akhtar turned to look and see where Gil was. He saw Gil was not far behing and decided to go ahead and sit. He was sure to be entertained once Gil made his way to the table.

[Guillotine]

Oh how interesting it was to watch Akhtar change his clothing with the help of magic. Gil didn’t quite understand why he was so startled by the sudden transformation. Bring in an unfamiliar location brought out Gil’s timid side. He usually wouldn’t act like this. The rambucous hellhound would usually be up to no good, and causing trouble wherever he went. Now he was glued to Akhtar’s backside and followed him around like a lost puppy. For once in his life he was behaving himself. Akhtar called the young male out on his sudden fear of magic. He jokingly told the hound he should have gotten used to it by now. “ I suppose you are right.” Gil replied as his single forest green eye began to look around. This was a fantastic home, too bad Gil was too timid to mark his territory. Once the male got used to things he would surly get around to it. This was a large chunk of land that could be all ‘his’. Well, he would be the only hellhound marking it anyway. That was enough for him.

As they walked Guillotine stayed close to his human compaction. He wouldn’t want to wonder off and accidentally bump into the wizard’s father. That man was scary. Guillotine had never been so fearful of a human, much less a man. Soon the two neared the feast hall. Gil wondered what sort of food they would have. He wasn’t much of a sucker for human cuisine. He preferred the actual flesh of a human, but this time it seemed that he would have to deal with the human food. As he thought about this Akhtar began to converse with other employees. Soon enough they came upon the door that lead to the feast room. Guillotine could smell the sweet aroma of various foods slip through the cracks of the large double doors. This was going to be great. The hound began to get excited when Akhtar stopped just outside the door. The hellhound cocked his head and looked into his Alpha’s eyes as he spoke. Akhtar warned the hellhound that there were a lot of important people attending the feast. He then told the male to act like himself-well his more human side anyway. Akhtar then said something that made Gil’s face sport a sharp toothed smile. He told the beast to act just as snooty as the rest of the people in there. “Will do.” Akhtar didn’t have to tell him twice, he could easily be a jerk on his own.

A cocktail of aromas began to stream into Guillotine’s sensitive nose. All the smells hit him like a sledge hammer as they two entered the dining hall. Oh the food, there was so much of it. Guillotine could feel a stream of drool run down his mouth, but he quickly wiped it away with his sleeve. Man, he couldn’t wait to dig into the food. Guillotine didn’t seem to notice how many people there were, and that they all clapped as Akhtar and himself entered the room. His eyes where set on the fest before him. He’d never seen so much food. Gil could feel his inner hellhound going crazy. He fought a bit to keep his more feral side contained. Soon enough he followed Akhtar to the table and sat down. The arrogant hellhound continued to gawk over the sheer amount of food. At one point his canine instincts began to slip out. The hellhound began to release a low growl towards the person sitting to his left. Seeing that there were so many people, Gil would get a little possessive over his food. Back when he had a pack he would get extremely possessive to the point of hogging the entire kill. What if the same thing happened here? It seemed that this vast amount of food was bringing Guillotine out of his shell. Gil could feel another growl surface from his throat. He didn’t look his neighbor in the eye, but rather avoided eye contact and just gave him or her a warning growl.

Perhaps taking a hellhound to a dinner party wasn’t the best idea.

(( I hope everything looks ok XD I was typing this up before work.))

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((I'm going to give Gil a bone here...He can kill someone XDDDD))

Akhtar looked over to hear Gil growling. Maybe he should have given him a lecture on table manners? Maybe Gil didn't realize he could eat as much as he wanted without having to worry about anyone taking his share. The tray would instantly be replaced with another tray with just as many mouth watering foods. They seemed to have outdone themselves with this feast. It was completely amazing. Everything was so special to him. He couldn't believe they went through all of this for himself and Gil. This showed what they were truly about in Zahirah. Family and friends were number one. Hopefully Gil would see that AKhtar really wasn't overbearing he just came from a place where even the royals were seen as everyday people.

Akhtar watched as the tables in the center of the room were moved by some unseen force along with their occupants. The lights dimmed but were bright enough to allow the occupants the ability to continue to eat as they enjoyed the show that was about to take place. Men with many different instruments filled into the room and sat up in their own destinations within the clearing. They quickly tuned their instruments and started to create some of the most melodic middle eastern music. Soon veiled women showed up in different corners of the hall and all moved towards the center. They were dressed in many colors of the rainbow. They danced and captivated many within the audience. They swirled and twirled which seemed to give off the illusion of one being in a kaleidoscope.

One of the girls broke away and walked over to the table where Akhtar and Gil sat. She twirled her veil and spun around circling Gil as if he were here prey and she a shark.She wrapped Gil in her veil and spun quickly tangling him more within it while she seductively kept eye contact with him. It was as if she never once broke eye contact. It was as if she barely blinked. Her jet black hair and ice blue eyes only added to the illusion. She sensed the "badness" within Gil. She was more of a spiritual witch. She thrived off of taking the souls of others. It kept her youthful looking.

She was an older witch who was able to seduce her way inside of the castle. Once she met eyes with Gil she knew she had to have him. She leaned into his ear as she danced and said, "Meet me in the south garden courtyard when you can get away from your boring master. I can show you a true good time...just listen for my voice...." Her speaking voice was harmonic. She would cast a spell over her voice that would allow Gil to follow it to her. He was young and strong. She was sure his spirit would make her stronger...

[Guillotine]

(( Lol XDD))

Guillotine began to grow nervous. There where so many people around, and so much food. The selfish beast wished to hog it all for himself, but he would soon learn that it would be next to impossible for him to eat the whole lot on his own. The feast was amazing in itself. Guillotine had never seen so much food in one place. After giving his neighbor another warning growl Gil returned to look at the food. Oh, there was so much to eat. The hellhound didn’t hesitate to dig into his meal. Like some sort of child Gil used his hands to eat. He wolfed the food down like a mad man. After years of being in a pack Gil had learned to scarf his food down as quickly as he could before someone could take it from him. It was an action that was imbedded into the hellhound’s thick skull. It was instinct. The food tasted great! Gil could never find something like this back in the states.

As Gil munched on his food the lights began to dim. The sudden change in his surroundings weren’t a cause for concern so he continued to eat. It was only when the music began to play that he reacted. Guillotine stopped eating momentarily. He then picked his head up to see what was going on. A few people with instruments walked into the room. Gil was about to take another bit of his chicken when a harem poured into the room. Their vales concealed their faces ever so slightly. This peaked Guillotine’s interest. For the time being he forgot about the food. The show being performed seemed to hypnotize the hellhound. He watched the women intently until one decided to break away from the crowd and pay him a visit. Oh how lovely she looked. Gil licked his lips with satisfaction as she began to tease him with her vale. He was oblivious to the dangers this woman posed. She looked him in the eye and held him on the spot. It was getting increasingly difficult not to get excited.

Shortly after her little show, she whispered into Guillotine’s ear. Her word fed the beast's ego. Surly he would meet her outside right? She did say to follow her voice. A large sharp toothed grin creased the hellhound’s handsome face. That trance from before still seemed to be in Gil’s system. There was no way he could pass up this opportunity. He would fall for this witches trap. “Heh, Sure thing, love.” He replied in a drunken sort of tone.

(( I wasn't sure how to end this))

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The evil witch returned to the other dancers. The tempo to the music picked up and the dancing girls swirled and twirled even faster. They ensnared their audience as they danced in the space provided for them. Akhtar was sure Gil was enjoying this. The fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of one of them said a lot. The tempo increased even more and stopped suddenly. The women stopped in time with the music. It was so precise so well practiced. The women took pride in their craft. The room erupted in applause. The women turned and bowed at the table that housed a small portion of the royal family(Akhtar,the King, the Queen) and the honorary guest, Gil. Even the royal family clapped for the amazing performance. It was clear that they really wanted to pull out all of the stops. After the dancers left everyone started to leave and file out of the feast hall.

Akhtar stood and walked to where Gil was sitting. He smiled to him and said, "I hate to leave you like this Gil but I have to go do some interviews really quickly. Well it will honestly be a couple of hours. Take this time to go explore the palace if you desire okay?" Akhtar couldn't really wait on a response as he was quickly ushered away by what seemed to be a royal handler. Akhtar turned and looked back at Gil once more before he was ushered through the door and somewhere down the hall to a secluded area where the interview could take place. This would be his first interview in over two years. The press were excited for this moment. The People's Prince was there and willing to talk on camera. It was sure to get them ratings.

The hall was suddenly empty. It was not a soul left in there except Gil. The room was suddenly much more brighter without anyone in there. Then it suddenly started to fill with music. The room was actually still quiet it was only an illusion in Gil's mind being mastered by the witch. The sounds of what seemed to be of a sitar and a violin mixing together. Soon the witches melodic voice filled the room which was in all actuality only in Gil's mind. "You can call me the voice of love...The voice of lust. I am the one who, fuels your urges, your passions your desires. I contain all the melodies that ignite love, passion, lust, and rage. Who am I? What am I? Listen to my voice and find me. Listen, and you will find me." Although she was singing in Arabic it sound as if she were singing in English to Gil. The song would continue to play until he found her.

The voice would take him out of the feast hall and lead him down three corridors and out of two elegant french doors. He would walk through the maze of the garden and it would empty out into the center. There she stood in all her glory singing. Her voice so melodic and beautiful but her intentions and her thoughts, full of malice.

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Guillotine couldn’t help but to drool during the rest of the performance. He was enjoying the show a little too much. Then again he was under the spell of a witch. He remained seated and continued to watch the show until it was over. All the while his single forest green eye didn’t leave the sight of the witch. It was the applause that finally snapped Gil out of his trans-like state. He shook his head like a wet dog and looked around. “W-what the hell?” He barked in a confused tone. What had just happened? Guillotine looked around as the dancers poured out of the room. The confusion only lasted for a few minutes at most. Maybe he just ate too much. His stomach was full.


Content, Guillotine began to stand up as Akhtar did. The man then turned to him and smiled. Akhtar then apologized and said he would have to leave him for an interview. Guillotine frowned. Damn, he was about to lose his one and only connection. Ah well, with Akhtar gone he could explore and get into a bit of trouble. A light smirk creased Gil’s lips. Perhaps he could track down that veiled woman. He couldn’t remember what she said. Typical, The hellhound was only interesting in her body, not her words. As the two separated Guillotine strolled into the hall and stretched. Now what was he going to do? Well he wanted to track down that lovely woman, but first he decided to walk outside and mark his territory. One his way to the door a strange voice rang though his ears. It was like a call of a siren, the harmonic words began to take over Guillotine. A large sharp toothed smile appeared onto his handsome face as he walked out of the door. The hellhound was easily influence by the lovely witch. He lacked the mental capacity to resist her charms. Oh the poor hellhound was being lead into a trap. The voice continued to repeat itself, until Guillotine exited the last corridor. The tall man quickened his pace until he exited the large French doors. From there he entered the large maze-like garden.

Once Guillotine was outside his single forest green eye spotted the woman he had seen back at the feast room. The beast’s smile only grew as he approached her. Guillotine stalked the woman from behind. Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest move. The carnivore could barely contain himself. Once Guillotine got close enough he wrapped his arms around the smaller woman’s frame and pulled her back to his chest. “Hello again, Love.” A dark and almost sinister tone crept from his lips. He inhaled the woman's lovely scent as he did so. Gil’s intentions where quite clear, however, the woman’s was not. The foolish hellhound had no idea has in danger.

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Khadijah turned to look at Gil. She smiled a devious smile as he approached her. She said,"I'm glad you came quickly. I'm sure we haven't much time. " Khadijah was a very old witch she close to 700 years old but many were not able to tell her age just by looking at her. She took in the souls of men, women, and the occasional "bad child." She was one of the undesirables within Zahirah. Where there was good, there HAD to be evil. While for the most part Zahirah was home to good witches and wizards there were also those who wanted to see nothing more than the downfall of the Zuelma Dynasty. They wanted to rule the kingdom by force and only allow darkness. Khadijah was one of these witches. She wanted nothing more than to have all of the power. She lived for men bowing down to her and doing her every desire.

Akhtar sat in the grand sitting room. There was a camera crew and one of the most famous journalist within the wizarding world. Naseer Saadi sat making small talk with Akhtar until he got the cue that they were ready to start filming. He had interviewed the royal family countless times. He was known as the authority of the royal family. Many would compare him to the wizarding world's Oprah. The pair sat in the plush high back gold chairs. Nasser received the signal and he was ready to begin. He nodded to Akhtar and the camera was switched on. "Hello and Good Evening all. Tonight will be a very special night. I have The People's Prince himself, His Royal Highness, Prince Akhtar Zuelma, here with me. We are in the grand sitting room of the Royal Palace here in Zahirah. This is a real treat as it has been over two years since the Prince's last interview. Than you for joining me."

Akhtar sat in his chair listening to Naseer. He smiled and nodded to the man. "It is honestly not a problem at all. I don't mind doing this at all. This is the least I could do for a family friend like you..." The two proceed to speak on various subjects as the interview took place.

Back in the gardens Khadijah looked at Gil in his pale face. She spoke while stroking his face, "So strong...so handsome. You are such a handsome creature...Has anyone ever told you that." She ran her fingers down the side of his face and down his neck while slowly caressing his chest as she circled around him seductively. "Come follow me...I can grant you the world." She slipped her long delicate fingers into his hands while pulling him into her and walking backwards towards a portal she created. The portal would lead them to her cottage on the outskirts of the kingdom. It was deep within the harsh desert in an oasis she created...