The Dark Realmz
IC Central [RPG ONLY] => "Ayenee Nexus: Where Imagination Knows No Bounds => RP Archives 2005-2019 => Topic started by: The End of All Light. on November 21, 2007, 02:14:50 PM
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Al Marg Zagh - It always began with a sensual whisper, the raking of spectral fingers through the veils of night⦠what little was there to enjoy other than the simplicities of mortal kine; the way they congregated like sheep despite the wolves and grinning nefarious winds outside. She always had no desire to mix with the lesser of evils, even though their sin was simply delicious and to sup those sinister vices always brought a new flush to milky white alabaster tones marked of silvery benedictions⦠pure as snow on the exterior, an angel of unsurpassed beauty yet beneath lay the rot of a millennia of massacre and debauchery. For that was the name brandished on her, sure as the filth and grime on a peasantâs face⦠one that could never be hidden from the eyes of those whom know her, or the name once held in esteem and dark honor.
Darkness ruptured, tendrils parting as if to birth an unspeakable abomination, and this was half the truth- seismic breach splurging forth the damnation and screams of the tortured and forsaken within the void⦠the nothing, the bowels of the worst nightmares and creatures not even the most Al Marg Zagh imagination could possibly conjure. Then again, you can place category on anotherâs fear⦠easy, this was the element she excelled in, the very essence and element of her epitome; fear, abhorrence, lust and death- they were weaved throughout every genetic fiber⦠this was her power and none could manipulate or control it, let alone use it against her. That would be most foolish indeed.
Taunt tourniquet of piceous leather gripped every sensual curve, highlighting the aspects of svelte femininity; bodice accentuating the landscapes of divinity where ravening locks of atramentous black streamed over. Midnight over midnight, silken rivulets cascading over the paleness of frozen complexion⦠infernal tides clashing over celestial shores, a being that should never be⦠a beauty never seen by mortal man⦠but here she stood silhouetted by darkness and moonlight, more vivid than reality itself⦠she stood. Breathlessly exquisite, revealed and exposed for perceiving eyes to see⦠to watch this poignant Madonna and reminisce what it was like to get upon death-kneel and worship death, again.
Nigrescent lambency, mirrors caught in the seizure of dispassion and unsympathetic heart, creatures kissing within those cold mirrors, or spirits too trapped within to commune- oscillation fermented by sinister malign intentions and any whom looked upon her or stared into those penumbral orbs would feel their life-force trickling away, the fabrics of their essence being stripped away to leave them as nothing but wilted husks⦠devoid. Pendulum voodoo sway, hips swinging with the muse of some unheard symphony, rhythmic and hypnotic in effect⦠Damascene scimitars sheathed and chained to the slender contour of hip, fitting nicely against the length of diminutive limb. Left hand elongated fingernails scrapping along the elaborately carved frame of the tavern door, while shadows slithered to greet their mistressâ¦
Plethoric ribbons entwining, ambered overture glistening against leather and the iridescence of obsidian and fugue of ravenesque tapestry; predatory in eloquent motion- with purpose and burlesque obviousness of the hunt, should any wish to intervene, trap her with their hands and elating desire⦠they would meet the maws of death⦠or embrace them as one would a lover in the throes of unbridled passion; to meet the satirical throngs of her hunger⦠would be meet with one last fatal kiss⦠and a curse of eternity that none would dare to suffer. How those thoughts brought a snide smirk, written upon sanguine apertures⦠blood upon canvas- glancing over the patrons with half interest and mocking effluences, finding a table beside the warmth of fire, then taking a seat and awaiting the service of some slave⦠a simplistic request when some busty wench addressed her to servitude âShirax⦠and make it snappy!!â.
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Scarlett - The tavern door creaks open to usher in another. She was a red head with smoldering mocha brown eyes and a voluptuous figure. Nothing too forward about her walk as she saunters into the establishment as if she owned the place and each inhabitant with it. There was a recognizable air about her voice as it plays on the ears of the bartender who rudely gawked at Scarlett as if she'd just slapped him in the face and stole his lunch money. Surprised, perhaps to see a Darkfire visiting such humble beginnings of a social pub perhaps or busily drinking in her flawless features as most often did. However, tonight, it would seem that another private party was capturing the attentions of both male and female occupants of the tavern.
Scarlett could see it in their gazes. A mix of naked lust, deep seeded jealousy and a sharp pensive fear for that which they did not understand. The fear is what spoke volumes however, about this attention snatcher as it acted as a clear indicator this individual was dangerously powerful if not deadly. She even had Scarlett starring with bold curiosity.
âShirax⦠and make it snappy!!â
A simple enough request. Scarlett obliges her desire to gravitate towards this ensemble of caotic beauty that proved almost suffercating to any that looked upon her. It would be unnatural not to want a sneak peak at what lie beneathe the taunt skin tight leather suit she wore. Scarlett laughs, a marvelous mouth parting to erupt with sound. The laugh, sensual but open as it flirted about the air in her approach. Sliding up to lean against the wall beside where the woman sat, ankles crossed and an arm bent to balance the glass of red wine she now held, Scarlett starts.
"If looks could kill everyone would drop dead around you. You stealing all of my admirers. They're eyes worship you but you know this. I don't believe I've ever seen you around before. Have you a name, miss?"
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Al Marg Zagh - A salacious voice pried the mind of other wicked deeds writhing out to snake around the quivering waitress who acted more a trembling slave than an employee; perhaps she did have to answer to some sinful master relishing his lusts upon her body, raking her flesh with his dirty fingernails until her soul bled from the corruption? A single blink would be the only response as the beverage was brought and the waitress scampered away like some rodent being chased by the cat. Piceous orbs staring down, piercing the thick mirrored substance of shiraz that mimicked the consistency of blood- eyes narrowing to stare beyond that of rubiescent mirages to see âthingsâ beyond normal sight⦠such wonderful imagery that would bring the priest of religious hysterics, that could crumble his faith by nothing more than a single syllable⦠should she care to utter it.
To the male occupants, her awareness did not greet any with attention, being arrogant and ignorant to the manner and way their eyes scathed along blasphemous curves dripping with sin, yet, that body had never known such sin, and for her darkness⦠she was just as equally pure; unscathed by the hands and lips of cohort or lover. Left hand rising, palm patting against lustrous scarlet embouchements to stifle a yawn while right hand elegantly lifted crystalline glass to bring the rim against lips while tongue flickered to tease the sweetness from within⦠suggestive, crude and tempting⦠if not simply to tease their small minds and send them reeling into a throve of sick perversity. Lustful images relaying the depraved desires and dreams of ravishing her diminutive body, yet, in their minds they may have been the perfect Casanova, however in her mind they were nothing but fools attempting to seduce a Goddess? They would have to try⦠a whole lot harder.
From the corner, she had not noticed the sassy female approaching nor halting only a few paces away, sliding up against the wall, beaching herself like Aphrodite and with beauty equally to match, however there was more fire to this ones spirit, this brought the verbal response where usually most would have been discarded. âThere eyes may worship⦠but do you truly believe the likes of them are worthy of those like us? They lack the4 zest and killing spirit that could lure me to their chambers⦠if I awarded them with even the slightest of accolade, to their chambers⦠it would result in their pathetic souls been torn from their chests or better yet, the emasculation of their pitiful organs only to have them force fed back down their gullets.â A feigned sweet smile incurred over sanguine apertures, while obloquy malicious desires waltzed within psilomelaine flambeaus, ; left hand extending to gesture the women towards the seat in front of her.
âAh, if I told you my name my dear, I would have to bite your tongue out so you could not repeat it.â A sinister yet playful simper followed the words before her chin nodded and eyes scanned over the young woman âAnkhnesmira is my name⦠nowâ¦would you be ever so sweet and inform me of your sobriquet?â Accentuation uttered bore an acidic cacophony, yet synchronized with a strange melody, an enchanting cadence mellifluous of the Seraphim: or one highly skilled to masquerade themselves ad one. Smirking to herself while leaning back against the wooden backrest of her seat, slender arms folding over the other and resting against the bodice of leather, waiting for the response.
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Scarlett - Words, spoken with such sweet visual seduction as the woman effortlessly buttters the room with a ravenous sex appeal that threatened to send a man's groins into an unwilling excited heat. Scarlett runs her tongue slightly over full lips to moisten the generous folds of skin before slithering into the pre-offered seat across from her. A name parts her lips giving Scarlett only a glimpse at this creature's identity. Where had she come from and what was her purpose? Following the open ended inquiry, Scarlett counters her response with a grin. Simple and soft as smooth digits caress the neck of her wine glass allowing for it again to be tipped to her lips and sipped. "Well Ankhnesmira, I'm Scarlett. Pleased to meet your aquaintance. And to what does the heart of AOYN owe this pleasure? I find it hard to believe a woman of your...calibur," the last word spoken with a fluid draw as was the woman's name as it was tested on Scarlett's tongue; the pronounciation peppering the latter of the sentence with ease. "--would be a born citizen of this devil inhabited capitol."
Casting ebony pools of capture down into the liquide fill of her wine glass, Scarlett moves the print of her forefinger to trace its mouth in lazy circles. Her mind swimming with half thoughts and drawn conclusions of this fleshy goddess. There was no question that she'd leave Ankhnesmira's company mentally content for here was an individual gifted in the art of intrigue. A dark snicker peels from a darkly exotic face before she speaks once more. "And then there's the dark OverLord Varsinax. If you have not brung yourself to meet him, do find the time and tell me what you think." Scarlett knew him well...and knew that he would positively dote upon the likes of her. She reminded one of...Saorise~ the name leaving a queer after effect upon the rippling waves of Scarlett's mind. A natural born bombshell, that one had been leaving the whole of Ayenee in a pile of delapidated devastation.
But that was another story entirely, left for the telling on some dark stormy night by the fireside.
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Al Marg Zagh - A nefarious smirk crossed those poisonous lips of nailed crosses and twisted faith, head tilting allowing the long rivulets of black to cascade over shoulders while the base of glass âclickedâ against the wooden table top, breaking the concentrated conversations with a shrill after thought. Left long limb rising only to cross over right, foot tapping to some macabre rhythm within the labyrinths of her psyche; stimulated by the conversations and the questions placed, arousing the vipers from their swarming nest⦠as the reply poured off her tongue like ambrosia for the Gods. âNot born of thisâ¦realmâ¦would be a correct observation in part; no either heaven or hell to be precise. I think, therefore I am.â
The smirk widening over cruel sanguine painted lips, the sinister glint beaming like black suns within the center of her eyes, never seemed to shift- but then one could never tell just exactly where she was staring. âI dwell simply due to a loyalty my dear, friends are scarce but enemies are many- yet here, they are those I seem to bring under my wings and forever embrace them so.â Following the linger of sweet cadence through venomous words a raspy chuckle emerged, determining how twisted her words truly were and to take them for definition as they sat one wouldnât understand the hidden meaning behind the miasma.
The mention of Varsinax brought a different expression over those pallid china-flawless features, perhaps one of misanthropy or twisted affection; one wouldnât be able to tell unless they could read her like book. Alas there were none in existence that knew her so well, they were either dead⦠or misplaced in the catacombs of dimensional pathways and gateways. But the words of Varsinax, still being in existence when so many had faded away to dirt and ashes brought about a parody of those whom claimed to be greater; how delightful it was to prove them wrong and who in fact was the strongest, for he was still in circulation- not jaded like some statue eroding to the failure of his own glory.
Amusing⦠however, choosing not to respond as yet⦠holding the suspense as steadily as the spider spins her web. Ankhnesmira simply brought the glass rim against her lips, tipping back the remnants of the vintage elixir, before removing the coldness of glass from her apertures to reveal one single ruby droplet on lower arch of those sultry⦠full pillows. Knowing how the rhombus of facet and shadows within the globule would sparkle and draw closer attentions to her mouth⦠making the captivated audience hanker upon every spoken word.
Finally deciding to retort, expression falling away from her features⦠deadpan; placing the glass on the table and pushing it towards the center while bodice slid against the table leaning a little closer to Scarlet. Suggestively⦠burlesque and tempting to the epitome to follow the gesture and move a little closer at the provocation. âMmmm Scarlet! Such a pretty yet wanton name! Filled with lust, darkness and desire⦠one I would call a lover by affection and know no other name⦠only that of fire.â Smirking with a macabre leer to herself, any other reason or intent by that exhibition elaborately concealed by the entropic force congealing inside- entangling themselves within the covet of impious secrets and fervor.
âThe Dark Lord and I have crossed paths many times⦠yet I am content to hear the old Devil still exists in the world of man when so many have dissipated into ash or pompous narcissistic idols of crumbled stone. Satisfying⦠to some degree! So tell me⦠does he have any sinister plans for this world, one that may inspire me to make an appearance to his court? Or⦠to pursue something I never finished?â Those last five words uttered would bring about more intrigue and curiosity⦠what exactly did she mean or could she mean? Perhaps only time would tell, or⦠if the right questions were asked.
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Scarlett - Everything about the woman was dizzying. From the sinful way she'd caressed Scarlett's name to the insideous gaze that nearly swallowed up everything and everyone it fell upon. This female, Scarlett notes, was certainly a force to be reckoned with; dissected and explored. A tempered urge to capture the lush flesh of the woman's lower lip between her own lips to imprison the soft fold of skin betwixt her teeth, creeps into her most carnal of thoughts to seize her focus.
The last statement aroused a new found curiosity; holding a rather suggestive tone to it and leaving a lot to be speculated. She was not surprised however, to hear that Varsinax had relations with Ankhnesmira. To what level was left unspecified. Almost everything about Ankhnesmira was left unsaid, unspecified. Scarlett wisely moves to lean back in her chair allowing the length of her upper spine to connect with its backing before taking time to cross one sculpted leg over the other. If she was not careful, she'd end up taking a bite from this forbidden fruit. Arms fold snuggly beneathe ample breasts as she swivels her wine glass losely between her fingers causing the liquide to rock gently within the cup while she continues.
Her voice holding a quiet reserve as coffee brown irises again level with the woman's to play across the flawless planes of her face and drink in those saturating eyes. Careful..."Hmm...we're talking about Varsinax here. The devil always has plans. Forever enthralled by his own limitless power. He's in love with himself. I don't blame him. He has the world in the palm of his hand." The next sip that parts sensuous lips was forced, abrupt even. A jagged pause would ensue before Scarlett continues, a delicate tension about the face.
"As for specific plans...it is no secret that Lord Varsinax plans to smite out his enemies one by one silencing their fervant moans and solidify his devil empire. He will use anything and anyone to make that happen. Right now...he's simply putting on a show for the growing populace. Encouraging them to play nice in his own crafted arena of politics." Scarlett stops, and stares at the woman for a moment. "You would both make quite an item if you joined in alliance with him. That is...if you didn't devour each other first." An airy grin follows flickering about her lush features.
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Al Marg Zagh - Each stimulated wave of delight fluxed like a surging tide, from one extreme to the next and if this sensual female wasnât careful, perhaps she would be taken to dark chambers and explored in ways not even Scarletâs most Al Marg Zagh fantasies could ever imagine; let alone conjure from the hellish folds of desire albeit, how fine a line there is betwixt pain, pleasure and ecstasy. Left arm unfolding from its poised place only to leisurely trace along the curves of her femininity⦠satirical elongated fingernail running down over taut leathered bodice corset to the homely indentation of her lap, then resting over the edge of pointed knee while foot continued to tap to that unheard rhythm pulsating within the labyrinths of her mind. Black agate spinel lambency never removed from the beautiful visage before her, in all that brazen crimson glory- noticing the beauty and the familiarities seen in conjunction with Varsinax⦠perhaps they were Father and Daughter? And if that wasnât the answer, they were certainly tied together as knots in their lineage. Every detail taken in, even the most remote that most would missâ¦right down to even the texture of her flesh as each movement gave suggestion; either that of Ankhnesmiraâs mind had wandered to more forbidden fields and hungers.
Tongue flicking over the lower appendage of carmine lips, lustrous now in the overture of wavering vermillion-flecked overture where umbration danced along with the angels and devils in burlesque waltz. The way her hair gleamed in the mitigated light⦠but then again, she wore all the sins of mankind like a tiara of twisted thorns upon her head- like a trophy, an accolade of her heritage and complexities. Warming to this, licentious acquaintance⦠one of the more stimulating conversations she had ever had, or cared to have before removing their souls like a fly from the careful woven web- to feel the exquisite fire of blood as it ran over her lips and over her body⦠a shroud of sanguine liquid running over pearlescent flesh only to have it salacious licked off by the victims over lover- such a baneful twist when ones domination of thought alone could crush worlds and distinguish a thousand suns. But who was boasting? All Ankhnesmira displayed was a coy smile over lilit moistened apertures. Hiding, but making other values more than blatantly obvious.
âTo be honest my most precious lady⦠the last time I came to meet with Varsinax in the Empire of Ayenee, he had that fool Jinx draped all over him like a diseased omen of weakness and suffocating repulsiveness, it seemed loyalty came cheap those days, not to mention the women.â Chuckling with a cynical acidic timbre, cruel to the ears before dulcet words continued âWe have seen each other thrice since then, I do believe I actually threw a proposal his way⦠and left him to mull over it and do with it as he willed. The only thing our dear Varsinax has to severely change is the fact he juxtaposes himself with weakness, those who believe they are anything more are fools, but he even more foolish for not doing away with them like wounded lambs. If I was the Queen of Ayenee and he knows this⦠there wouldnât be many left to worship, they would all know the metallic kiss of my blade, without mercy and without prejudice. Again I would slice through the cattle, just like I have done for millennia already under the banner and crest of Darkbane.â
Shrugging to herself, then continuing as she willed âI would be a dangerous possession to him to have on his arm like a venomous ornament⦠you see, unlike all the rest, they could be controlled or lulled to docility with a promise for power or some other feeble possession to cherish like a dull ruby- power I already have and control over me, no one will ever have; for I am set in my ways such as he. Like the other lovers I have had, whom havenât known myâ¦lusts and texture of flesh beneath gossamer and blood, I would more than likely attempt to kill him- I have killed the rest for no smaller reason than just breathing. I have my fatherâs way of being able to manipulate angels to fall like rain, and my motherâs way of tempting men to my bed only to slaughter them without remorse. I have yet to find one remotely worthy of seduction⦠to me, all of man are nothing but pissants. And I would rather kill them, than bed them.â
Hand removed from her knee to the surface of polished wood where it tapped, the waitress returning to refill the glass and usher over towards Scarlet should she too wish for a refill. Cursed oculus never leaving Scarletâs face until now, before permitting her eyes the pleasure to study her beauty under close scrutiny from curve to piquant curve- not even attempting to hide the advance nor caring if it offended. âWe all wish to snuff out our enemies like the lackadaisical flames they are, alas where Varsinax is concerned their numbers are more than those whom are loyal⦠I kill my enemies; never leave one remaining to rise against me. No doubt I have a couple out there hiding like rodents beneath some rock, I wonât concern myself with them until they face me and cease being sniveling cowards basked in false bravery. I have the pleasure of knowing how our Dark Lord thinks; I am just here for the show once the parade ends.â Another sinister chuckle hissed twixt asechanza orchid petals in response to Scarletâs last statement, finding it jovial to the senses and usually there was nothing over than a slow and painful death that amused her so.
I have no need for alliance; I walk this world like my father⦠alone to gather the children to lure them back to the flames with beauty and sweet words, only to watch their soulâs burn for all eternity. But, he does have my loyalty⦠and all he has to do is ask me nicely and once again he would have my unquestionable service to his courtâ⦠the last few words muted with pestilential hiss, each syllable vibrating from tongue⦠dangerous seductive and meaning clandestine to reference. â⦠but only if he asksâ¦meâ¦.sweetly!â Ankhnesmiraâs power may not be fully manifest on the mortal shore as much as she would like, but then again, being the Sorceress of Aoyn also has its coveted perks and privileges. As to agenda⦠only she knew exactly what that was. âDevourâ¦â A dry laugh following âI could devour this world and not even blink once in the process. But⦠that is something you can only take my word, unless I deem it upon myself to actually show you.â Giving a languid wink, the chuckle devoid of breath as the glass was raised again to lips, and a sip of dark claret vision was taken in, warming the palate and disposition.
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Scarlett - More words poured forth from ripened lips; insightful on the woman's standing with Varsinax and the world in which he ruled. Ankhnesmira held little to no value for the human race nor any race for that matter that fell short of impossible expectations for dominance, power and bloodlust matching that of her own species. Darkbane... she'd said. The family name turning over again and again in her mind. It was a shame she was not more intimate with the histories behind it. Scarlett watches as pallid fingers toy with the linning of her bodice then move to trail down the length of her front only to disappear beneathe the wooden surface of the table. Provoked.
Scarlett finding herself compelled to lean forward removing her back from the chair's spine to rest a forearm across the table while using the other to reach for a random lock of Ankhnesmira's hair. The slender fingers of her extended hand come to gracefully coil a lusterous onxy black lock around her forefinger getting a feel of the silken texture before smirking darkly. It was bold, dangerous even to initiate phyisical contact with this gorgeous stranger. There was something sinister about her beauty that possesses one to act upon it; seize it.
The gesture was loose, if allowed. A bit foreward but laxed in all its simplistic effort. Action and reaction. It was what drove Scarlett to wrath. Exploring the limits while toying with fire. She'd danced with the devil at an early age. So what was one touch to hurt? One tossled caress? Oh, to be like you would be blasphemous...for there can only be one of your kind...only one. The mental words spoken a hushed promise before speech was ushered from her vocals once more.
"One would be a fool not to see what you are blatantly capable of. Devouring this world and the next I surmise is only one of your many abilities. Though, I must say that you are not the first to make such a bold claim. And of the others there are only a few I believe hold the equal power of destruction as yourself. However...destruction, Ankhnesmira, is quite boring and leaves nothing left to play with." Playing...it was all Scarlett had done back in the day. Pushing, probing and ever plotting to reach some twisted dark seeded goal...and all in the name of justice.
"Some would kill to see a woman rise to power over the Ayenee Empire. It would truely be something to behold. Just the idea enough to make one salivate. And if one such as yourself did come to rule...it would simply be because you can and nothing more." Scarlett being seduced by the concept finds herself entertaining the thought for a few moments. Her fingers had long since withdrawn from the woman's polished strands to return to nursing a refilled glass of wine. Sharp ebony orbs continue to lap up the woman's face awaiting a reaction.
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Al Marg Zagh - The name Darkbane meant nothing to the heart of Ankhnesmira, it was like a soured candy dissolving on the spittle of bittersweet misanthropies; the name had died to her a long time ago and she barely knew why it had even been spoken- perhaps as a conversational piece to mock at? It was a glitch of the past best rewritten and forgotten along with those who marched beneath its banners with false pride and loyalty displayed over treacherous, worthless faces⦠of course not all were worth placed within this august category. Maybe the wine was warming her disposition or simply luring one into false security, who could tell? It was no surprise in the slightest that Scarlet would move forwards and dare to reach out, even subtly- it was the provocation of the dare that urged Ankhnesmira to encourage the notion⦠if not entice it even a little further while slender legs unfolded, and left slowly moved beneath table to brush slightly up against the inside of Scarletâs while giving no indication of expression for the reason⦠darkly innocent, yet gleaming with an insatiable madness below.
One touch would never hurt, then again was one touch ever enough? Could one sample a single piece of candy or drop of blood; both so sweet, ambrosia to the taste buds and not return for more? Did one have such a control that curiosity wouldnât drive away the winter only to welcome in the heat and passion of summer⦠an ardent endeavor to explore or desire to? Nodding slightly to her honeyed words, a nightingale of midnight yet beholden of devilled fire; Ankhnesmiraâs eyes closing for a moment as perceptions retreating inside to wrap the shadows only to entwine the threads of darkness like obsidian web, to snuff out the light before returning back to the lineal world of tedious essences. âThere is only one of me⦠the others werenât so fortunate to survive.â Devious smirk eclipsing features, while the glass was raised but not to her lips⦠instead offering it towards Scarletâs lips⦠nigrescent eyes twinkling with malevolent cravings âOn the contrary my dear, destruction makes many a wondrous game to play! Tell me⦠how many wars have you actually participated in? How many worlds and people have you slaughtered to make such a bold statement?â
Waiting for Scarlet to take one single sip, leaving the glass suspended out to her pleasure while left hand reached upwards, turning to bring knuckles up against Scarletâs cheekbone to stroke downwards, almost affectionately âMany women have claimed to rule Ayenee by Varsinaxâs side, many wives later⦠where are they now? Either dead or lost to the Abyss- I do not believe in filling weaker shoes my dear. And like you said, he and I would more likely devour each other because I am not submissive and nor is he- I feel that he likes to be in control and he knows he could never control me. That is why perhaps we are best suited as⦠comrades than lovers.â Svelte shoulders drifting in ascension with a casual shrug, while hand retreated away from the glorious features of fire and lust⦠however her boot continued to smooth against the skin of Scarletâs leg before reluctantly retreating back to position over contoured knee.
âIt is true, I could rule Ayenee⦠but the question is mâlove⦠why would I want to? Itâs a crumbling empire⦠long bereft of wealth and glory; the heroes have squandered it like a whore chained to her masterâs bed! Raped⦠and no longer fertile; even its children are starving of strength, its forces weak⦠far less than infantile- just small men pretending to be formidable when they should still be suckling on the teats of their mothers, back in the cradle where its safe and they can pretend. Perhaps you mâdear should take the wounded beast by the reins and either harbor it to greatness or bury it deep beneath the ground. Ayenee is dead and only Varsinax can tell me otherwise.â her reaction could not be determined, for all emotion was void⦠if anything the only thing shown would be that of her true nature, a chaotic unsympathetic. Statuesque features devoid of anything other than the frozen nothing⦠visual emptiness; onyx-idols waltzing within the center of her eyes like cold creatures kissing in a reflectionless black mirror- demonically cogent⦠devilesque and mischievous.
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The preoffered glass causes a brow to raise ever so slightly as the only hint of surprise stealing its way across wickedly divine features. It could only be described as strikingly erotic the way Scarlett takes the edge of the glass of wine between her lips to suckle in a drugged sip, its contents. It wasn't so much the act itself was the meticulous actions that accompanied it. The moistening of her lips with her slender tongue, as she withdraws from the glass having drank her fill. And then there was the sliding of digits over the soft nape of her neck as she takes time to toy with the small ruby red pendant hanging losely around it, just above the generous dip of cleavage. Her already tanned copper sun kissed flesh, melts into a rustic red to spread across her face and neck, snaking its way down her bare shoulders and thighs as well. Thighs that burned from the woman's simple strokes; one leg grazing against the other beneathe the table. A table that would otherwise be hiding the beginnings of foreplay.
Toes curl, as she completes a slow grind with her teeth before replying carefully to Ankhnesmira's words. "I am the beginning of wars and the ending. The starter and the finisher yet nothing more. I've no experience in the heat of battle nor have I directly slain any one individual for the sake of one King's glory or another man's pride." With her tongue perhaps...or her deceptive witt, Scarlett had managed to tear down a heart or two. Tarnish a soul or taint a mind. But murder to the death? No... She wanted to laugh at the cold realization as it dragged icy fingers through her conscious and embeds itself there to forever be brought to her attentions. Considering who she was...what she had become.
"Draining the life out of your occasional guard or two...or perhaps feeding upon some poor desolate soul in a darkened alley behind a cheap run down bar during the vampiric era of my life; all of which fall drastically short to anything you hold in reference to. But you see...I prefer to work up a sweat to destroy a gratifying one individual or entity worth the time, energy and efforts, than to squander my essense destroying a thousand souls all at once. It is the waiting...the deliscious anticipation before the fall that some live for." Even as she said these things, nerve endings spark with forbidden flame and like a virus spread up throughout each erogenous zone of her compact body to fester just below the surface of her skin.
Leaning an elbow on the table to rest her chin within the palm of her hand, Scarlett continues with ebon hues lazily sliding again down the woman's form. The Epidome of carnal. The emodiment of lust. It took everything within the red head to maintain her posture as thighs are squeezed tightly together to prevent the heat from spreading. She wasn't so much embarrassed by this blatant arousal but rather shockingly angered. Angry that she was shown something she could not have. She scoffs at the mere suggestion of usurping Varsinax to claim the Ayenee throne. "I do not accept anyone's left overs. Ayenee is like the abused stepchild of Varsinax's lust for dominance. The product of spilt blood and betrayal. I doubt that the human city is but a name to him. It is his rule alone over it that he covets. And you are correct in your anaolgies of Ayenee; being used and corrupted." She let her eyes wonder back to that of her own glass for a moment studying the remainder of its contents as she awaits an answer.
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[align=justify:3ef0ebe020]Listening attentively satisfied at the answers given for they were of Scarletâs own words and not from the utterances branded into her mind- unlike so many others, Scarlet was not a puppet nor a mannequin to some unseen thing tugging at her strings. It was refreshing to see one with their own mind and ideals⦠perhaps Ankhnesmira even admired this luscious woman before her, mildly⦠maybe affection of some sadistic description even grew? Who knew what impious thoughts drifted over the rocks of calamity in the darkest regions of her psyche; hidden from the view of any prying eye to pick at the seams and learn of things, forbidden. âAh, it seems we both have a difference of view and different ways of establishing fear and death upon those who dare witness it, and experience it at our handsâ¦â Again Ankhnesmira leaned forward, right hand extending while digits splayed to tease the flesh of Scarletâs cheek while other dialogues explored the possibilities. âIt just seems perchance that I am just a little bit moreâ¦forward in my approach?â
Speech declined into a raspier intonation, rhetorical of cause and not meant to be answered unless it pleasured one to do so. Timbre, an intoxicating whisper opiate to the audible senses, all the while a slender brow forever arching in ascension upon the snow-flawless brow of Ankhnesmira, intrigued, questioning and deliberate in response, to quirk of cause an equaled response parallel to that of her own, or just inspiring enough to be revealed as to permit her a taste, if of course a touch was out of the question. Yet, it had been quite sometime that such vehemence has been seen in her dark malignant eyes that aroused certain aspects of herself to conflagrate⦠lifetimes and eons passed. A name she wouldnât ever permit to seep from twixt blood-stained cardinal lips, and some things were best left⦠slumbering.
Everything was blatant, Scarletâs attempt to hide that passion boiling within and her own from making it more than obvious they could perhaps be more than just acquaintances- she had no intention of taking a male lover, so why not indulge in that which was woman? It presented itself as the most perfect choice, the more logical of the two, for the male species seemed more preoccupied with screwing himself over not to mention everything tainted by their hands; a feeble power not worthy of exploitation. They claim affection, promise the universe only to be swayed by whore with wide-birthed swaggering hips and gesture to bed⦠any female with heat twixt legs could claim their affections at least for an evening of hot, sweaty⦠blaspheme. Only to awaken and find the object they desired more than existence itself wanted their souls to wear as garters while their throats whistled damnation. How pitiful man truly was.
Ayenee was indeed a wounded beast, an exploit of man right to the very core of it- corrupted, abused and drained of essence; then again anything can replenish itself given time, patience and a more uncaring hand to give it incentive to thrive or perish. âPast is past my dear, why shall we dwindle on it like two old feeble crones with nothing else to offer but our past! They hang onto the ideal of the past because they are too afraid to try something new, they have outlived their purpose amongst mankind- maybe Varsinax is one of these? I excel because of the future, for what it holds not bygone years full of nothing but faded glory and the wilting faces of those perished yesterday when fresh new ones waitâ¦tomorrow. If Ayenee falls and fails, she does⦠other greater cities could be constructed on the wounded beasts back- why shed a false tear when you and I both know⦠she is better left dead, buried in the dust.â
Allowing herself the pleasure of one last trace of flesh, before slowly pulling her hand away while fingers rubbed together to appreciate the sensation⦠[/align:3ef0ebe020]