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IC Central [RPG ONLY] => "Ayenee Nexus: Where Imagination Knows No Bounds => RP Archives 2005-2019 => Topic started by: Prayvyn Talusthrone on July 27, 2008, 08:22:13 PM
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[align=justify:86e7d2c2f6]Sitting on the obsidian mount Prayvyn had now called his throne. Long had it lost its appeal not to mention amusement for it seemed these dark days his sons had flown from the nest and taken up their own hobbies? If they could be called that, he no longer knew what to determine their pursuits as other than ludicrous and a waste of time. Draegan with his crazy notions of obtaining the unobtainable even at the cost of his own life. Talus had long evaded his attentions, traveling the world in a quest for knowledge in a life of celibacy. Draven was just a sad confused boy with his sexual preferences of animals over that of feminine curves. Median, was just Median the Unchangeable, set in his traditions and not willing to change with the change that comes with every lifetime and lastly, but not least, Raven. That boy was the worry of his heart, what with his assortment of jewelry and collection of clitorisâs, but whatever turned him on. Prayvyn no longer cared as long as they kept their perversion out of his face.
The lack of entertainment was melodramatic. Languid. So he sat, absentmindedly resting his chin in the palm of his hand with the other swirled the dark scarlet wine within goblet. There was no passion or lust for war these days. Prayvyn was beginning to think what was the point of it all? Sighing to himself while grey eyes drifted without interest over the barren surroundings of his estate. Of course it was rich with every opulence known to demons, beautiful enough women to sate the cravings of the flesh. But they were nothing in comparison to her. Her that men had waged and fought wars over, who died with her name on their tongues. His infatuation wasnât as obsessive as Draeganâs, not every waking and slumbering moment was focused on her, but then he was far older in comparison not to mention far more wiser. This one had carved at least two of his sons deaths and a nice attempt on Draeganâs rendering him inactive for quite a nice length of time. Still his son had not learned.
That was youth he supposed, eager and keen to be granted that unique nectar. Prayvyn didnât know if his son was caught in the chains of love or the rapture of lust. In all truth he hoped for the latter, lust once had been tasted the attraction was no longer there. You moved onto new conquests. Whereas love can torment you through every painstaking eternity not that he knew personally, he had no need of love and each of his sons had different mothers. Women come and go, sons can never be replaced. Not in his eyes. The only love his heart possessed and was capable was that of his sons. Everything else was there for his enjoyment and disposal, women were no exception. [/align:86e7d2c2f6]
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[align=justify:f006f8b104]Things had not gone as well as expected, in fact it all went fucking pear shaped in a big hurry thanks to his brothers and now he looked like the biggest ass this side of assholeville. There was no purpose in taking it to heart though, attempts would be made again and again until finally heâd succeed it just seemed everything went against him. At odds with it all. Median told him not to take it to heart, Raven said find a new goose to pluck and the spirits, well, when they had gotten over their amusement at his expense said nothing at fucking all. Typical. It was a minor setback, next time he would have to plan more carefully, making sure every possible outlet was blocked from her crafty insights of escape. At least this time he remained relatively attached, no limbs severed or other parts conveniently missing.
It had been a close call, if only he had gotten to her in time before the aid of the meddling nosey elf. âDamn those interfering bitches!â slamming his fist into the hardness of stone, enjoying the way knuckles crunched at the force of his anxiety and frustration. He had to pull it together before his brothers returned, he couldnât permit them to see that this female had actually gotten to him, bruised his ego. Why had they even returned to this blasted land? If only he had paid attention and ignored the torment to his senses. She should have remained dead to him, dead and buried even if metaphorically speaking. âThanks a fuck lot cunts!â he uttered in reference to his brothers âI hope you fuckers hear me, sons of fucking witches.' words trailing off into undecipherable curses as another fist hit the wall.
What was the fucking deal with all the Elf witches interfering in their business, were they fresh out of lesbians that they had to pick the sweetest of lemons from his tree? âFucking lesboâs. I hope their clits fall the fuck off!â Boots slamming against the cold marble while his body remained to the shadows, right now he had enough of humiliation to last him a lifetime and didnât care to have the slaves snicker as he passed. Pushing past one of the servants as they slammed into the wall, before they could even bounce off his sword was drawn and in one foul swoop their upper section was dislodged from the lower. Not often did he lose his temper, however on this rare occasion the raw energy was enough to burn out a hundred suns.
Entering his fathers throne room, not even expecting him to be there before looking up. Blade wiped on the soft side of his velvet cape bearing the crest of his family clan. Eyes glancing down to see it smear on his attire like a crimson sachet before piercing directly into his fathers eyes with the same equaled cold stare. âNot a word father, or I swearâ¦â he knew his father would have more than a few words to say, but for once Draegan hoped he would silence his tongue.[/align:f006f8b104]
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Median lurked in the shadows, listening intently to his brother and father exchanging words some pleasant and some certainly not. Talusthrone had always been a volitile family at best and these days it seemed worse due to the wars and famine raging across the lands from the incoming darkness produced by some abysmal dealings. It wasn't that he was a holy or unholy man, more chaotically neutral than anything else with a bit of a psychotic complex thrown in for added spice and amusement. Usually Draegan was the golden boy and it entertained Median to no end watching and hearing the defiance for the first time in what seemed an eternity.
Snickering lightly to himself, masking his presence so that he could squeeze every possible means of amusement from this delightful scene playing out before his eyes. Neither his father or brother would be able to detect him because they were too busy engaged in this hot dispute to bother with who or what was lurking in the shadows. Leaning back against the stone wall, unable to savour the cold effect bleeding into his skin because his armour smothered away every possible sense than involved touch. It sheltered him from petty mortal delights such as cold, hot or the flesh of a woman. For long he had given up those woes and dedicated himself to warfare, that was his love.
Crimson eyes closing, disappearing behind the mantle of silver and iron. His body becomming weightless in sensation while his mind drifted off throughout the place of his birth, simply listening to all about him and hoping that if they were going to throw heated words at each other why not place a fist or sword into the moment and make it something worth remembering, or shut the fuck up and swallow the pride. Either option appealed to Median just so long as they got down to the point and stopped acting like feeble women.
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"or you swear what, Draegan?" steel grey eyes lifting up to set sights upon his son. The tone displayed reallly did no favor to the already brooding mood of this old warlord. A tone that had no justice in this situation presenting itself, maybe it was best to remain tongue in cheek about his sons disrespect? Then again none of the Talusthrones ever kept their tongue in cheek to remain coy in disposition. Words were simply words unless you were ready to back it up with an iron fist. His son, much to this old mans' dismay was a hot-headed young man, unable to still his tongue from wagging. A tongue that someday would lead to his end. Prayvyn yawned after those stern words were spoken. He had no need to involve himself with emotions that lead to the passions or loins, there were whores for such things no Talusthrone ever showed a woman affections. Not like the affections and lusts his son was showing for a woman. You take, you have and then you dispose of it, did all his lessons to manhood fall on deaf ears?
Gauntlet hands gripping the sides of his throne, lifting himself from the place were relaxation was to be denied. Height elevating far greater than Draegan. Long white bangs flowing in the air influenced by his strides towards his son. Arriving and placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a look of vague concern. "Whatever you emotion is son, you best dispose of it. If you want a wench, we have wenches but do yourself a favour and not look for nothing else. Women are the downbringers of great men. We fuck, we breed and then we slit their throats. What we do not do is dwell over beings that were made to serve us." An old ideal perhaps but one that has long been their tradition and it was not about to change anytime soon. Perhaps this Atra had caught the heart of his son with her foul witchery but it was more than obvious he had not caught or tricked hers by his failing attempts. Surely that was enough to see nothing would evolve from this and if he couldn't take it, or have the nerve to even try, then it was best forgotten.
He had remembered what it was like to try and woo a proper female of Darkbane, the Eternal Goddess Pandora herself had once caught his eye, Lorna of Darkbane had once caught his eye and he did get to taste her goods before Spectre decided to take that rotten apple for himself. Atra'Lamia was another who didn't fall for his brutality and dominant ways of force. If you couldn't get, the chase was always fun for sport. Prayvyn never bothered with the so called rest of Darkbane's finery, it was more the spoils of sewrage that were left to sample, Kalicity Saflicia Darkbane was one who spead her legs nicely to show them all how well it had been used. Three of his sons sampled and suckled off that rotten peach, they never bothered for a second bite. A well trodden path, the sloppy seconds of every other wild dog who had it didn't appeal to this warlord very much. But Pandora was a female to behold. He still hadn't forgotten her, it wasn't to be a mistake of love for this emotion ran far deeper than that of material affairs. This emotion was nothing but pure hatreds for a war and buisness unfinished.
Hand removing from the shoulder of his son, lifting to pat him against the cheek while stepping past him to move on from the journey he now must make. Turning to look at the shadows lurking in the corners to the location of Median shaking his head in disappointment. "If you wish to hide yourself, take a bath. I can smell you from here". Chuckling to himself, his sons always amused him and today he knew this was going to the entertainment of all entertainments.
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Median snorted to himself. Love? Emotions? Feelings? What the fuck was his family turning into? What was a formidable family of shadow weavers and mages were now turning into a bunch of touchy feely girls? Again he snorted, the sound disgusted enough to be heard throughout the hall of his fathers throne. He couldnât deny that Atra was a exceptionally beautiful woman to admire, but no man could love her. She was as venomous as they came, especially to those who were loyal and especially crueler to those who werenât. Median did admire her resourcefulness, manipulation and the way she could twist any will to that of hers. A high class specimen though a woman to exalt from an extremely vast distance. Attention perked to the other names mentioned, especially that of Kalicity. Black lips twisting into a sly leer. That was a beast only suited to bed in the barn with other common farm animals like pigs. He had been one who violated her body in ways only a beast should be, anal to mouth. No way was he going to place his kingmaker into a harlot of her lowliness and caliber. Kalicity to them was like a pig on a spit, he took her from behind while Raven forced his shaft into her quivering mouth. She moaned like a whore, enjoyed it like a whore.
As for the rest of that shoddy clan, Median held nothing but contempt for the Darkbane name. There was nothing proud to admit that he had been through half of the Darkbane women because every man and his dog had been through them, really it was no competition. He remembered a time when he had casually visited a tavern and there outside the warlord was banging one of them against the tree, so Median just had to have a crack at that bitch himself, and got the pox for the effort. Blissful Demise he recalled the name to be, nothing blissful in that sexual diseased infested snatch. Grumbling to himself and swallowing hard didnât take away the vomit gagging sensation forcing its way up into his throat. He had to clear it away with a loud choking sound just to do the trick, hence giving himself away though he already knew they knew he was there. Pointless really. Huge bulky form stepping from the shadows, hand brushing them away like he would cobwebs or after something dirty had touched him in ways he would rather forget.
Shaking the creeps from his mind, clearing his throat in a more assertive manner before attempting to speak, the same smart ass comments that usually came out in these situations following suit âWhy donât you both just kiss and make up? You can fight about it over a cake of soap in the bathhouse later!?!â Snickering to himself, then shaking his head. Moving to take a seat, chin resting on the nock of his knuckles in contemplative thought âSo whatâs doing? Or are we just going to procrastinate here?â Bore-dom was beginning to set in, he either needed some fighting action or wenches to molest, one or the other would do nicely if not both, at the same time.
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The saddest part of Raven's little collection of clitori was that none of his brothers or evn his father had noticed the little secret which surrounded these tiny globules of flesh. Chuckling softly to himself in the shadowy bowels of their home, the spot which he had claimed for his own he searched through his odd little collection for two particularly intriguing gobbets.
Why was he so fascinated in such twisted trophies of dead conquests, ahhh there indeed was the added perversion. As the woman died, as he went to wrench the clitoris free from his victims he would draw and essence from their raw souls agonies and trap it within the tortured flesh. The flesh itself would be a cage for the screaming spirit awaiting its release from torture. There was one extra nasty side to Raven's little game, apart from his seeming fetish of necrophilia, he knew how to torture dead flesh. A pin inserted, hot iron pressed against the gobbet, or simply sit and crush the item between his teeth.
Any demon could feel this if they were in close proximity, and the two items he searched for had nearly captured the full essence of the souls, they were strong proud warrior women. Dangerous in life, in death delectable and with the potent undercurrents of anger from Draegan's last attempt at capturing his own fetish, and his fathers would give the option for a delicious moment. He was going to pop the clitori through the shadows to a point under his father and brothers feet so that any motion would crush the gobbets, not only releasing the souls, but also the last magnificent aunguish as the souls reached ultimate extinguishment.
Finding the two objects of his mischief's desire, giving them both a tweak and shuddering in pleasure as their pain stroked through his body like wildfire, knowing how much more intense this would be when the gobbets were crushed to oblivion under the feet of brother and father. A chuckle, a pause then grasping a shadowed tendril, engulfing the two objects, then a twist of minds desire and the objects would vanish, to reappear under their feet. The slightest motion would lead to the clitori's destruction and the full release of not only ultimate pain, but also the souls. If nothing else, would be one hell of a rush for both his relatives, kind of like a perverted gift, even though it was likely both would want to rip his gonads free and use them as earrings afterwards.
Now he would wait, hidden in the dark depths, shadow providing his eyes with sight, darkness providing his ears with every sound in the room where his fatehr and Draegan spoke...
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[align=justify:2174f152d0]Prayvyn chortled, the tactics of his sons never failed to amuse him. Median's strength, Draegan's diplomacy and Raven's insanity and fetishes of the female genitila. He did not know where they got their hangup's from but it had to be from the mothers side, he did not carry imperfections of character. In his lifetime he had been a great warlord and a great king, but with the lands shadowed in darkness not much light had managed to sneak through the thick domes of the evil that has plagued the mortal world for thousands of years. His father had spoken of the legends, his fathers father and spoken of them and it went on and on from there.
Personally he didn't know Atra'Lamia, and was not sure if he even wanted to if the stories were true. Then again he had always loved a fiesty woman full of fire, they broke sweeter than honey. He enjoyed that part, and he never had a doubt that his sons enjoyed the same from the way they spoke in regards to Darkbane women and any woman in general. His hand came up to silence them before it turned out into a full brawl, maybe that was that they all needed to hoist their spirits, a good old fashioned brawl, get rid of the angst so they could focus on bigger and better things. Prayvyn mused at this idea, grey eyes darting from son to son before he moved to the shoulder of Draegan and patting him hard on the back.
"Boy, you were always my favorite." A sly smile, a wink to his eye in the direction of Raven. He knew if a fight was going to break out and favorities to be played, Raven was the one to start it. It was here when another guard busted through the throne rom doors, thumping hand against chest and bowing low before addressing the king.
"Report!" Prayvyn said sternly.
"Sir, we have news that Pandora has awoken and that there is sone activity in the old temple"
"So, it is true. The old witch never was killed. Interesting"
"Yes sir! What would you have us do? Seige?"
"No, leave it for now but take a scout party and watch who comes and goes. Any activity I want reported."
"Yes King Talusthrone"
With that the soldier swiftly left to tend to his duties. Prayvyn looked again over his sons as the smile broadened "Seems like we are going to get to play after all. Let's see how must gusto the old Goddess has in her that is left?" The news of Pandora amused him greatly, a hand rubbing over his chin remembering back to the days when she was quite happy to see him indeed.[/align:2174f152d0]
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[align=justify:6210537982]There was no end to Raven's madness, Draegan could not deny that fact, not even if he wanted to. He was still bothered about the whole ordeal with Atra'Lamia, when he just about had her in his grasp. She was a conquest, none of his brothers have been through her unlike every other Darkbane woman, for once he would like to sample something before they befouled it. He wasn't into their sloppy seconds. Disappointed beyond belief, there was no point going on about it, he would just have to make himself a tighter plan and try again until he had what he wanted. It wasn't too much to ask for was it, a bit of peace to bask in his defeat with Median being an asshole about it?
It seemed that his father also took delight in his failures, it seemed to him that he was anything but his father's favorite and he was just fucking with him like they all did. He just wasn't in the mood for this bullshit, there meddling stupidass comments, stupid retarded faces and anything else they wanted to throw at him. He would speak to the dark mages about this matter, there had to be some advantage he could use against one as skilled as Atra, some influence that was her weakness. There had to be something. Plagued with restlessness, Draegan swiped his fathers hand from his shoulder and shot Raven a rude glance.
"Shut your flaps brother, who cares about the skin of filthy whores that you parade around so proudly. Probably not a woman's at all. Probably a pig or dogs. Not fair from the truth,eh?" An angered glance shot to this father "And you. How can you condone this foul behavior from a son of the court? Why did you not drown him at birth rather than subject our name to mockery. Even the servants laugh at us. THE SERVANTS!" Draegan had always been an uptight man, he was not sure how long he could tolerate this before decapitating someone of their crown jewels. Raven certainly didn't seem to know how to use it. Not cut the demonic things off and wriggle them about beneath their noses. The skins were rotting and it caused one hell of a stench that made Draegan want to gag.[/align:6210537982]
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Median near choked at the randomness of Chaos,barging in there with a sting of clitoris's waving them around in the breeze like dry shriveled flags. It even made him shiver, shiver at the fact that more got to see more clitoral action than anyone else he had ever known. It was a disgrace, then again Median preferred to strangle them mid orgasm, made them buck harder. Even when turning blue in the face. At times he didn't know what came over him, just an urge to kill whatever he was deflowering or raping at the time. He didn't want offspring regardless of his father's wishes to procreate the family line. He would rather sell his soul to the devil than to do it by exertion of his own energy and dispel of bodily fluids.
He scowled at the words of his brothers and father. Standing around bitching about women, the women they have had and the women they wanted to get. There was a whole village of widows down there in the valley just waiting to be banged. Hell they farmed out in the fields topless. Little titties bobbing up and down in the sunlight, big ones too. There was plenty of tit out there working their land waiting for it. Wanting it. Damn some of them used to run out in the street butt naked, waving their arms about at him while he strode on by, offering only a wink and silly smirk. He just wasn't into women so open and easy, then again he wasn't picky when he couldn't get it elsewhere either.
"How about shutting your flaps Drae-boy or do I have to shut them for you little man?" Median taking a step closer to his brother while their father shot evil glances around the room. Median's eyes rolled turning his attention to the information about Pandora that the guard spilled. "We should gut the bitch, maybe that will get the rest of the fuckers out in the open?" It was a wishful idea, one that not only brought a smile to his face but also his fathers. He gave his father one of his famous *come on old boy, let's paint the stage in red*, the look his father usually jumped at but it seemed these days he had a lot more on his mind.
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Raven Smirked...
He shook his head so the thread necklace of dessicated clitori rattled.
He smirked some more...
OOC - You know, I can remember seeing posts in Y-Chat no bigger then whats above this lol and it was called roleplay lol sad part is, I think I may have even posted some like this.
Insane... His brothers and father thought him insane, an abbheration without reason behind his maddened visage, yet he was a sane as any of them. If they thought him mad, they left him alone, they left him follow his own supposedly dememnted pursuits without delving to deeply into his activities. For Raven hated his father and brothers and plotted for their downfall. A mirthless chuckle emerging from his lips at the scene before him, the mention of Pandora another fact noted in the cataclysm of his mind. Somehow that could be useful.
Draegan's ire rising, primarily directed at him and Raven rising allowing a glare to forge across his brow, lips curling into a sneer in retort to the heated words directed... "Pigs and Dogs brother, are you jealous that I at least have trophies where you cannot even have the object of your desire, you set your sights to high, then grovel in your failure. Perhaps your member is to shrivelled to inspire the devotion you so desperately crave". He grabbed his crotch with his left hand and thrust his pelvis forwards. "We all know you are the 'smallest' of us all in at least one part of your physique!"
A snort of glee, knowing how this would further enrage his brother and enhance his own seeming madness, for goading Draegan was a foolish move and except for Median's telling 'Drae-boy' to shut his flaps, Raven would never have uttered this insanity, but at thuis instant having Draegan lose his grip on reality suited his own meddling in the affairs of the Talsuthrones. Perhaps Draegans outburst would break their fathers illusion of Draegan's self, and that was worth the beating he could face.
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I agree. I could write pages but see little point. Best thing is to simplify and pull out the guns when some fucker gets in your face.
Raven never ceased to amuse this old man, silver eyes flashing in the light as if he were laughing his ass off on the inside. He actually was. Draegan and Median took things way to seriously at times. Frustration in lack of women were mainly the cause of it. That and very little entertainment. Turning his back to all three for the moment while playing with his chin, an idea sprung to his mind. A way to bring new blood and allies to the family of Talusthrone. In the past they had held some pretty fancy parties, and it always seemed to cheer grumpy pants Draegan up when he could flirt with the fillies.
It could also be a bad idea, when the family was in such a delicate state of affairs. The uneasiness however could escalate into something more than a few jokes and thunder thrown words. One day feeling may get hurt, though Prayvyn hoped his sons had those under control. It just didn't look too good from this angle. Drawing in breath, turning to face Raven while he grabbed at his coddles and did a strange pelvic motion, at first he guessed it was some weird dance all the young fellows did these days. The words however threw that off course. Shrugging beneath heavy cloak, stern features turning to look at his son Draegan. "The boy has a point." Nodding in agreement with himself.
"I have fretted over woman that have only ever been within my reach. The woman is beautiful, I will not deny you that. But son, that is one far out of the reach of those like us. A god would be lucky to tame that one. Probably meet his own death." Shaking his head recalling stories he had heard about Atra'Lamia throughout the ole taverns that scattered the lands. "Pandora is within our reach, nearly had her in my grasp once before, like every other Darkbane woman I have ravaged. But her, best be forgotten before it eats away at you." He hoped he offered advice Draegan would listen. Yes they could plot and plan to capture her, but who knows what type of consort the deviless has. Prayvyn dreaded to think.
Placing his hand up to silence Raven. "Perhaps we need some entertainment, take our mind of worthless women and focus on the booze, lap dances and good company. What do you all say to that? Then we can think about war."[/align:99f123e8e8]
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[align=justify:95f5e96b53]His brothers words angered him beyond reason, maybe because the shit actually had a point. Pigs and Dogs brother, are you jealous that I at least have trophies where you cannot even have the object of your desire, you set your sights to high, then grovel in your failure. Perhaps your member is to shrivelled to inspire the devotion you so desperately crave" scowling at him while hand clenched into a punch, teeth grating "I would rather set my goals high brother than resort to barnyard animals or bitches that drag their knuckles across the floor" The attack against his agenda did not get given even a flinch, it was always the braggarts that fell short below the belt. Maybe that was why he went for the tongue, it was thicker and longer than his cock.
Nodding his head, mocking those words while firing up for whatever action he would take. Median's Drae-boy didn't do a lot for his mood either and the leer he was shot was enough to turn him to stone. "I would take that smugness and go fuck yourself with it before I do you the honors." Eyes narrowing. Waiting for the right opportunity while Raven played with his gherkin and eggs. Charging like a wild bull, head down, back arched using all the force of his strength to head butt Raven right in the middle of the chest while his fisted hand (right) swung around to collect Raven in the right side of the head. "Why I aught to fucking kill you."
Keeping the motion of fist swinging while his weight would press towards Raven, seeing red and nothing else. Not even listening to the words of his father, they were too distant to reach him now. All he wanted to do was punch this little fucks brains in until they oozed out through his ears. [/align:95f5e96b53]
Ye, got to miss the old days
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I feel like subway with my brews
Median just spat his laughter out, he could not control it. Spit, phlegm and all sorts flew before loud laughter exploded. Arms clenching his sides, keeling over at the waist while his hand slapped hard against his side. "OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" he had to give it to Raven that his statement was pretty fucking funny, even by retarded standards. Draegan charging like a mad cow really set the scene of with a pop and fizzle. Sizzling like a heater about to explode all red in the face as if he was trying to pass a massive shit in his trousers.
Again he exploded into laughter, stumbling and taking at a pillar while he was at it. He had forgot to mention he had a few brews before wandering home after rubbing up a few of those field titties and fur burgers. He had to admit that he wasn't overly fussy when it came to what woman he pillaged with his manhood. If they were lucky. Most of the time they got to use their lips and it wasn't for talking. A lollypop made of human flesh. It did not surprise him that their father made no attempt to make the peace instead prattling about some cock-n'do ball that was going to make them the social highlight of the drab century."God!" he muttered under his breath. "I just want some hot women and there are none about here. Yeh, bring them all in their fancy skirts and I'll be lifting them up and showing them so weightlifting of a different nature."
"heh heh" he continued with his usual typical devious snortle. Stumbling around some more before leaning up against his dad, ale and spirit breath breathing all over him. "Where's the skirts, eh?" then gesturing over towards his brothers "Should of had them in petticoats, old boy." Giving him a hard, rough pat on the back. Looking over to his brothers, laughing again before speaking between burps. "Bit early in the morning for kung-fu ain't it ladies??" You had to appreciate his humor if not the slurry accent and the matter it was hard to understand him.[/align:1369193673]
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Sorry about taking so long... Some days are just sent to try us... Hmmm Brews and Subway, sounds an evil plan...
Head cocked, physique tensed ready for motion, for he knew his brother never could take a taunt about the size of his codpiece. His father making some utterance about the old bitch Pandora, now there was a trophy worthy of plotting, she had eluded their grasp with cunning and class, but now she was awake, perhaps a long and ancient antagonism could finally be laid to rest. Their father mentioning some entertainment, Raven's ears pricking, for they needed a good old fashioned gig with wine, fucking and screams to ease the pathos of their current existance.
In the meantime however Raven had more immediate concerns. If there was one thing Raven was good at, it was annoying the crap out of his brother, and Draegan just couldn't help himself but to take the bait so casually offered. Raven watching his brothers eyes, seeing the flare of rage just before Draegan leapt into action, smirk creasing his lips as he decided whether to take the attempt to be made or to try and make a bigger fool of his brother.
The tiniest flicker and Draegan's eyes narrowed before he leapt towards where Raven stood. Raven suddenly gripped by a certain clarity as if he was watching from afar, the moment Draegan's head dropped to charge, he launched himself sideways to the left, grabbing at his crotch then ran past the bullish madness of his brother shouting "I'm a teapot, I'm a teapot"... He knew he couldn't run forever so once he had passed his brother by about twelve paces, he spun and crouched in readiness, feet apart, bracing himself arms slightly spaced to the side and fists now clenched. He may well get a beating when his brother turned, but he would do his utmost to get a few licks in...
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[align=justify:9990c6a30e]Although his sons antics amused him greatly thought were returned to the idea of a masquerade ball. Talusthroneâs alliances had dwindled at the hands of the merciless clan of Darkbane. With their dormancy, things may have changed, now there was a chance for a new beginning. To strengthen his kingdom, and deal with the scraps of Darkbane later when the shoe would be on the other foot. Looking over to one of the servants cowering in the corner since Raven made her so nervous. âYou. Over hereâ. The young pretty face looked up to Prayvyn, eyes wide like a frightened animal. Instantly she stood to her Kingâs request, falling upon her knees and bowing. âYou shall organize the preparations for the invitations to a grand ball, in two moons time. Do not fuck it up, or I will have to remove you of some bodily parts and feed them to Ravenâ. Smiling evilly as the girl stuttered a reply âY y y y y yes mâLordâ standing and rushing off to attend to her task. He liked they all ran, watching them run was the most fun part of frightening them out of their wits.
Returning his gaze to his sons while Raven ran out of the room yelling something about teapots? âWeird, weird boy!â, shaking his head and placing his attentions on Draegan and Median. âIt is your jobs to make sure our securities are well prepared for trouble. If only we were that lucky.â Laughing before walking towards Draegan and again placing a hand on his shoulder. For the youngest son he was the most hotheaded, taking things way to personally and not allowing himself a failure once and awhile. âYou have to live and let live son, donât let it consume you because I know the sadistic bitch will be taking great delight in it. Find a pretty thing, knock her up. God! Even marry her, what the fuck ever, just get AtraâLamia out of your mind, because boy, you are never going to have her.â
He hated being the bringer of bad news to his son, but someone had to shake him out of it. Sure he had heard rumors that she was the most beautiful woman ever seen, that no beauty could even come close to that of Atraâs. He had not once seen it for himself. Those the likes of him never got to see such wicked angels promising all the riches of heaven and hell, being seduced and then left to rot in the sin. Prayvyn wasnât a lucky man either obviously, but he had a shot at Pandora once and she was pretty enough, maybe not what he would call drop dead beautiful. His sons would have a better chance at Pandora, if they were smart about it maybe she could be tricked and brought into their power and control? Talusthrone could do with a Goddess as a servant, but how? It have him something new to think about.[/align:9990c6a30e]
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[align=justify:82c0fc69db]Lidia Talusthrone had wanted to serve her father proud. It had been a terrible blow to the old dog that she turned out to be a female even after the mages and warlocks informed him, consoled her father that she was he. What a shame she did not have the external plumbing as promised. Prayvyn had come at her once or twice with endowment spells only to have them reflected back upon him, and he lose what little he already had. It had been the whole focus for her derangement, to be able to swallow magic only to have it take diverse effects upon her person. Whether in the guise of behavior issues of foul language to mimicking her brothers masturbating using turnips picked fresh from the castle gardens. Moaning loudly another brotherâs name using mimicry while hiding in the kitchen pantry so the servants thought they were having homosexual relations, she was a playful demoness, but one whose curiosity always killed more than just cats. This delicate femaleâs psychosis was that she talked to things that were not there, or at least so her father and brothers thought. It was a natural gift for her to speak with the âDark Onesâ, to learn from them and do the nefarious deeds that they told her. Unfortunately, there was never any way for her to tell if they were actually real all the time, or because of her psychosis they were only real part of the time.
It had provided many hours of entertainment as a child, to do the evil things her mind or the demons told her, especially to her brothers. Many hours of perverse amusement all at their expenses, from unpicking the seams of their attire so that when they went out in public or to formal meetings, their clothes fell off their bodies leaving them exposed like newborn babies for all to gawk and laugh at. The secret was, they all had small dicks; they just made up for it in violence and verbal tongue battles. She also loved to taunt the goat to piss in a pot, then pour it into ale bottles and restock the authentic articles with the goats piss in a bottle. Oh how Lidia loved to see their faces turn from white to green, vomit for hours and rub their tongues on each otherâs coats or the family crest. How she loved to hire male transsexual prostitutes to dress in their finest and hottest garments, to lure the boys into their frilly, red satin and lace compartments. Waiting for the shrill scream to escape as the boys came running out into the street. Trousers to their ankles, violently shuddering at the fact they had discovered what crown jewels really lurked beneath the lace. Big, long, packages with two hairy balls to bounce on their chins while having their tonsils tickled with gigantic pickles.
The funny thing was, they never expected her, she was the one they least blamed- instead throwing punched at each other. Blood noses and black eyes for the sweets of her devilry, and what a devil Lidia was. Behind every Talusthrone prank, a Lidia was sure to be behind it. But never found. Another masterful trick was that Lidia could always get out of the trouble she caused. How? It was easy, her father had this wild idea that women werenât trickery in their dealings, and one was not smart enough to outwit him and the retarded jocks he called âsonsâ. That no female was intelligent enough to be able to fool the wisdoms of his sons when the truth was, it was never really all that hard to do it. They were a bunch of fucking imbeciles. Sure Draegan was smart, handsome and witty (usually), Median, strong, proud and artful with his sword. Raven⦠well Raven had his insanity, but Lidia knew he wasnât as insane as they all wanted to believe, that half the time it was all just a stage act (most of the time). Cheeky eyes had spied on him, she had a small crack in the stone wall behind a strange picture of nothing but eyes that Raven had painted. It always gave her the willies. But a useful tool in spying.
What she had seen behind the eyes of insanity was a sane man, though eating spiders and crickets. (Lidia never deprived anyone of crunchy tasty treats. They were good for protein. She enjoyed them herself from time to time, though she used pepper steak sauce to sweeten the deal.). Reading or drawing naked women on the walls or a busy quill writing pages of prophesy about demons and devils seeking to make pacts with him, to promise him many naked women and private tidbits. Lidia had more respect for Raven than the others, she could sit there for hours behind the wall playing with her hair while watching Raven toil away to his sanity or insanity. Like most Talusthrone, he had two faces, two sides and two perceptions of looking at their derangement as blessing and curse. It was like the sides of a copper coin, one always polished and the other tarnished. They were a cursed, tarnished family. Marked by the centuries of lechers, braggarts, thieves, murders and satanic thirsts for power and domination. It had come with a pact made by their great grandfather with the horned one himself, though legend had it that the devil came in the guise of a beautiful angel, seducing him only to trick him of his soul.
They all had been dabblers, not experts in the act of conjuration. Fools uttering words of forgotten names and languages, what they thought had been Lucifer was in fact Lilith. Her passion and lust to seduce silly male mortals overwhelmed anything else for reason, to promise the world only to give them hell. That was all they deserved, to place women at their heels only to be bested by one, and one that wasnât all that supposed to be corruptive and sly. It had only proved her point and theory, that the Talusthrone men should leave the brains and politics to the women and tend to their strange whims of severing female genitals for even stranger ornaments and jewelry. Wonders never ceased. Today was no exception as her ear was pressed to the old wooden door separating the foyer from the throne room. Lidia had never been allowed to speak to her father in the room of men, she had to wait, find her father and speak to him in confidence in what he deemed as appropriate surroundings for a woman, the kitchen while he ravaged the maids over tables. Speaking to her between thrusts and grunts. Or out in the rose garden while he played finger pool with himself, looking at her tits and not addressing her as anything but a visionary aid for his sexual pleasures.
Notions of balls, masks and fancy dresses appealed to her slightly, but the thoughts and speeches in regards to the Darkbane females held no interest. Kalicity was nothing but another whore without a face, an object for them to throw their fetch at her, a poser and a slave. Pandora was just a dead dinosaur, another one threatening to wake only to be as redundant as the last time she daunted the world with nonentity. As for AtraâLamia, Lidia held slight envy and jealousy. Like most Talusthrones, she had never seen her only heard how other warriors had heard or imagined her. Lidia would not deny that she sounded amazingly beautiful but her stomach turned listening to how Draegan pined after her like a dog in heat. Then again that was no surprise to Lidia, however, it was the first time she had heard Draegan speak of affection, even love before. It made her skin crawl that any woman would even consider it, that she would rather stitch it up, cut them off or magically turn herself into a boy just to avoid it. Would that even deter Draegan? From what Lidia gathered, he had a massive hard on for the wench. Sleeking away from the door just as Raven opened it and left, vanishing into the shadows and behind the massive black curtain framing the wall and huge stained glass window. Hidden for the moment, waiting for her chance to speak with her father and add her two cents worth of madness into the situation, just like her brothers. [/align:82c0fc69db]
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Woh, now that post was sexy Lidia.
[align=justify:0955e628f6]Draegan had charged his brother, the blind rage pumping through his veins. He may be the intelligent and handsome one but when it came down to raw energy and being able to handle situations with the diplomacy of his father and eldest brother. He really lacked maturity. Instead of butting Raven in the center of his stomach, Raven managing to sidestep before running out of the room. Draegan had managed to somehow run into a curtain, and get himself tangled in it. Pissing him off more to no end and no failure. Hands clawing at the curtains while his face turned a bright red, anger seething through him, Draegan felt like he was burning up. Looked like he was burning up, sweat dripping from his brow, along his jawline only to drip off his chin. Even his eyes once a dark shade of blue now appeared as if they were near black with a crimson glow reflecting of their infuriated surfaces. Legs kicking out from beneath him, body twisting and contorting to unspiral himself from the web of thick velvet concealing the portraits of all the Talusthrones long before them.
A proud and regal family despite their flaws and derangements, no human can be perfect and that was all the Talusthrones had ever been. There had been stories about one or two of them being possessed, or something lurked inside. Draegan had put it down to superstition, inbreeding even though he didnât like to consider that as an option of blood and lineage. Of course all royal families had their bit of fun in the family, the majority of Talusthrones were predominately male, except for two sisters and an aunt who still lived. Never would he consider touching the old cunt not to mention touching his sister, he just didnât swing that way, and not found them attractive even in the slightest. It was true, in the Talusthrone family only he had the looks the others made up for it in insanity and perverse fetishes. Still scuffling with the curtain until finally he managed to pull his sword free and in the typical Talusthrone tantrum managed to shred those bastard curtains into shreds, opulent fabrics in tatters like a whores dress torn free for naked parts to show through and be savaged.
Head violently turning to the direction where Raven had totted off to, sword gripped firmly in his hands to the whiteness of knuckles, blood drained dry. Bones sticking out from eager ridges, fingers itching for that blade to do its deed. Decapitate that wretches head right off from his shoulders and kick it around while he was still aware of it. âIâll teach that fucking freak a lesson in manners and etiquette.â Not bothering to address his father in the reply to fancy fucking balls. He couldnât give a fucking flying goats ass about masquerade balls, bitches in frilly frocks or anything else that did not surround the object of his desire. Indeed it had consumed him, what mortal man wouldnât consumed by such a ravishing Venus. Venus? No she was more perfect than Venus and Aphrodite put together. She was the supremacy of all that was beautiful and cruel. Somehow he would get her attention, just if only to see her once. That was all that he craved if nothing else. AtraâLamia was both his dream and nightmare, one that he would embrace.
He did not care how brutally cruel she was. Draegan did not care if she was out of his league, why not set aims higher than the usual slops they all could get. Why not have aspirations to better himself and achieve the one thing not many had or ever could? Could his father not bless him with pride for once in his old miserable bitter life. Had jealousy got the better of him that he would deny his own son any form of honor? A real father would aid his son in those dreams. Any brother would take arms at his brothers side and kill anything that stood in their way. No these fucks were all talk, had no balls and definitely no sense of finesse and style. Shoulder shrugging off the hand of his father with a violent shove, eyes narrowed to fire flamed horizons where suns burned. âRemove your fucking hand off me, or devil, Satan forbid that you lose it!!â The words spat at his father, steaming with the seethe of his anger and foul temper. The old man was overstepping the line, and would soon learn of it.
Raven would keep, there wasnât places where he could run and not many that could protect him with Draeganâs temper really burned into full force. They had only seen a simmer. But if they kept this shit up, they would soon see how frazzled Draegan could really be, and just how far he was willing to go to get the message across. [/align:0955e628f6]
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[align=justify:7ce74e7421]Medianâs attentions remained to his father, he had no timer for little boys and their little toys. It appeared to Median that old antics never changed and he was resolved to the fact of it, come hell and high water. Hopefully in the case of Raven and Draegan, high water and lots of it. Drown them in it, exactly the same as he wanted to drown the headache Draegan was giving him âWhine, whine, fucking whine!.â proclaiming it past slurred words and a lot more swear phrases, belches and bottom burps. Etiquette can bite him right on the hairy ass for all Median cared, no warrior should have fucking etiquette unless he was a Nancy boy who liked waving lace handkerchiefs out the window, farewell to his gay lover skipping off into a haze of rainbows and bubbles. Grabbing another servant as she walked through the throne room in attendance to the main hall in preparation for dinner.
âGrab me a beer bitch!â that was how a man did it, no fucking pleases and thankyouâs, kiss you asshole with my tongue bullshit. Back handing her across the back of the head as she turned and hurried off. Returning promptly with a bottle of ale, not opening it until he watched her every move. Everyone knew not to open Medianâs beer without him checking what you were doing and what you had done with it. For all he knew she could have fucked herself with it, if he wanted a fucking fishy smelling beer he would ask for a fishy smelling beer. Median wasnât into lucky dips, then again he wasnât into felching and chocolate starfishes unlike his younger and less experienced brothers. He knew they were into some kinky shit, he had asked the goat on many occasions only to be shown a rather red swollen asshole and a painful expression on its face.
Watching the slave open his beer and hand it to him. Sniffing the neck of the bottle before taking a long swig only to spit it out all over the floor and his fatherâs boots. âArrrrggggghhhhhh tastes like fucking goats piss!!!!â Tongue productively licking over lips trying to dispel the taste of piss on his lips. âLIDIAAAAA!!! I AM GOING TO RING YOUR FUCKING SCRAWNY WEASEL NECK!!!â He should have known, thought he knew all of her tricks but this was the lowest of the low. To attack beer was sacrilege, the biggest sin of all sins. Sometimes it was all the pleasure that a man had, now even a bitch had violated that. Was there anything in the castle that some bitch hadnât put her bitchy fingers on? Median guessed not, especially Raven. That boy had bitch written all over him. With precise target he threw the bottle at the back of the slaves head, chortling as it smashed into a million shards. The slave falling face down hard on the stone floor. âOuch, now that has gotta fucking hurt! Niice!â
Strolling over, stopping at her side only to lay the boot in a few times. Admiring the blood pooling over the stone floor, bone sticking out through the large crack in her head. He guessed massive fracture and hemorrhage instantaneous on impact. âNiiceâ he thought out aloud to himself. Head turning at an angle as the smirk widened, and again he brutally kicked at the body. âHey pappy, looks like I cracked this one, first shot. Bulls fucking eye right in the scone!â flashing a snide wink only to hear Draegan mouthing off again, this time directly to their father. Lips scowling into a inhuman snarl. âOr what the fuck are you going to do pretty boy? Bore us to death with your I am so beautiful speeches and preening yourself like a fucking stuck peacock. Simmer down girls blouse before you pop out your tampon, eh?â
A returned look on Medianâs face would show he didnât care a fuck if Draegan had a toothpick in his hand, Medianâs sword was one that had fought battles while he was still suckling on the tit of the swamp donkey he called a mother. Before he was a glint in the sewerage collectors eye. He needed to learn a lesson of respect and when to eat a nice cake of shut the fuck up before I shove my sword down it, tickle your rectum from the inside. A nasty tonsil scrub with a bit of twist and thrust, then again, perhaps baby bro liked it a bit rough. Median had always wondered what he did with the bakerâs rolling pin that was always beside his bed? Draegan had assured him many times it was to kill the cockroaches. âMust be some pretty fucking big cocks bro youâd be hitting on!!â Turning his back and strolling off with casual snide laughter leaving Draegan clueless. And he was meant to be the smart one???[/align:7ce74e7421]
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Standing, waiting for the attack to come, yet Draeghan didn't appear. A smirk furling across his face as he eased the waiting tension within his body, stood straighter then left hand swinging down in pure male gesture to grab his crotch and accentuate the existing bulge and make three savage pelvic thrusts while moaning "Whose ya daddy babeh"... As far as Raven was concerned, he had won this round and Draeghan looked like a little boy whose icecream had fallen to the ground.
Easing himself back to the door where he could see again into his fathers domain, mind momentarily poised in wonder as to where there dear sister was lurking. Lidia, a vision of naked embellishment popping into his always lustful mind. Well he did have peepholes in her bed and bath chamber and many a long cold night had been filled with lustful fantasy of naked romps satisfied by a handful of dessicated clitori and some good aggressive cock-polishing while sniffing her stolen dirty knickers(lol thanks for that one Dy, I just had to use that phrase). After all, if he wasn't meant to think about fucking his sister, she should have been fat and ugly not a hot bodied woman with all the right moves to make a man hunger. He knew she would be somewhere planning some oddity that would ease the overwhelming dreariness.
Ravens father telling Draeghan to marry and forget his fetish for Atra, bringing a snort of mirth to Raven, after all it was a bit hard to breed when every time you poked a woman, they died. Pondering some of the accidents his brother had created. There was the girl who he choked to death by grabbing the back of her head, shoving too hard and not letting her breathe in his passion, the one that had fallen from a parapet because he had her laying back on the stone work, thrusting hard with his hands behind his head till she went over the edge as he orgasmed.
Raven chuckled obscurely as he remembered his favourite of Draeghan's accidents, the girl he had banged in the secret passage of their fathers room, who had over balanced and fell screaming to her death down the cold stone stairs, leaving Draeghan standing with a raging hard-on as his father opened the entrance to find him half naked. Daddy's reaction had been simply wonderful to watch... So the chances of any surviving long enough to actually pop a kid out were pretty slim. Besides, if Draeghan married, the first thing Raven would do, and possibly even Median would be to try their best to fuck her under Draeghan's nose.
Raven had to bite his tongue at the next scene played, Median getting a beer only to discover the bottle filled with goats piss... Tears streaming down his face in pain as blood filled his mouth so he wouldn't just let it rip, as even drunk, Median was far more a threat then Draeghan. Then the bottle flying in perfect trajectory to literally crown the slave, not a bad looking wench for all that. The smell of blood giving Raven a heady rush, reaching deep into his loins and any sanity becoming very fragile... An image of his sister in his mind, knowing she was behind the goats piss, but then twisting so it was her naked body laying on the floor, waiting for his maleness.
Dropping to his knees and crawling to where the slaves body lay after Median had finished kicking her. Tongue reaching to lap the warm blood, as he reached to pick her up, whispered words "Come my love, your still so warm, so warm and soft, come play with me, one of us is going to have one hell of a good time." Throbbing manhood sticking obviously out in front of his pants. Lifting her a flicker of sanity hitting home and speaking for his father and brothers to hear "if you want the bitch so bad Draeghan, why not fucking well invite her to daddies party, get her drunk and fuck her brains out... Shit even a girl that far out of your reach will spread her gash if you pour enough booze down her throat."
The last of his sanity fleeing into the depths of true madness, the girl now cradled in his arms, the others forgotten as he turned and skipped out of the room whispering so only the girl would hear, "Lidia, oh Lidia I will take you to paradise on the end of my cock" not realising that the girl in his arms was not his sister and dead as a squashed cockroach... Raven was gonna bang his sister and his brothers weren't.. That his only thought in the midst of his delusional fantasy.
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The question was how, how could he possibly succeed in 'Her' world, 'Her' creation where all others were as babes in comparison. Just by existing within her dream, for were not the dreams of gods the realities of all others, her base of worshippers were safe from the effects of outsiders. To add to his angst, he knew, he damned well knew that her legions, not only outnumbered his, but in the confines of her realm would eradicate the mass of demons he could bring forth. That and the fact that she also had the blessing of the Nemesis upon her and who knew what other morsels she had learned along the way.
Clawed fingers reaching for the head of a minor demon, eyes flaring crimson as he allowed his gaze to expand into the demons psyche, other hand reaching to apply pressure to the side of its head, crushing strength applied, seeking an oracle in the demons agonies. Pain and misery all to be seen at first then the visions he sought rolling across the minds eye like the savage typhoon. Winds building around his form, hair billowing in the sudden onslaught of potence as he drove his will deeper and deeper then...
Silence...
Before his eyes, mortals, mortals tainted already by corruptions influence. A father wanting power, glory and an end to the families failures. A warrior, tired of failures, A brother, driven by rage and lusting for 'His' daughter, another brother, walking on the brink of insanity, collecting clitori, lusting for his own flesh and kin, driven to necrophilia by his passions. Finally a female, cunning, sly, open to the voices of demonic seduction. How perfect, how easy to seduce, to offer the success of their dreams in order to further his own ends, and oh so easy to lie to...
Arms exerting the final strength, the demons head popping like a fly crushed twixt the fingers, the death agonies absorbed the dropping the carrion, his hounds racing to rend the corpse to shreds. Laughter chilling as his eyes refocused, he held in his grasp a possible tool, a lever in which to seek his path into Ankhnesmerira's downfall. Now he would watch, he woud sow the seeds of manipulation and then, then he would reap the rewards...
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"Why? ..... Why are you doing this? ...." Kanda could see death approaching quickly in his eyes as she pushed the sword further and further inside his chest.
"Because someone wants you dead..... And they paid me to be the reaper.." She forced it in further watching the life escape his body with one last sight before his eyes went black. Kanda smirked, she slowly slid the blade out of the mans body, the blade was tainted with his blood... Wiping it clean with a cloth she sheathed her samurai sword and turned around to see..... Herself? Kanda's eyes widened with shock. What the...? And as Kanda had moments earlier shoved the blade in the man, so did her clone do to her. "ah......" She grasped onto the blade of the sword. "Who are you...?" Kanda managed to say with little breath that she had..
"I am you, you silly idiot..... Call me Spawn!" She thrusted the blade deep inside her and just before Kanda could think... she was dead..........
"AH!!" Kanda jumped up from out of her bed, shaking she looked around to see that she was still in her room she purchased for the night. A dream? Kanda sat back in her bed, she rubbed her chest to feel her heart beating faster than ever. Was she going crazy? Spawn..... This wasnt the first time she experienced such a dream where she encountered this Spawn. But this illusion of herself was starting to appear more often. And she could feel like she was changing someway...
No, I have to stay focused on this mission... Her mercenary lifestyle was starting to catch up to her. Kanda's dreams of the ones she killed didnt haunt her, frankly she was amused to replay to moment, but watching herself kill herself was insane! Or was she insane? There was something amiss here and she would fine out sooner or later.
Kanda did not sleep the rest of the night, instead she sharpened her blade and when dawn arose the sun so did she. She left the inn and headed towards her destination. Her mark was an evil man, a corrupted official who thought he could get away with anything... But he would suffer for raping and killing Kanda's client family. She didnt care really what they had done or why the clients wanted them dead but sometimes she liked to hear why they had to die, it made her feel the little human she thought she was..
She approached the officials house, she loved attacking during the day, so her mark would be able to see her face before they died. She wanted to be known for her work, that she was giving him justice for what he had done. The house wasnt guarded at all, Kand lifted her nose when approaching the door; she could smell someone cooking... Breakfast. She opened the door slowly being sure not to make noise and stepped foot into the house. A typical oriental setting, for the official who claimed to be a patriot. She walked down the corridor where it split, to the left she turned to see him and his family having breakfast at the dining table. All of them sitting and eating, they were interrupted by her pressence, and of course they were surprised. The official was the first to speak, "What are you doing in my house.?"
She smirked at him but before she could say anything she saw Spawn appear infront of her. "Let me take care of this one for you." Suddenly Spawn turned around to look at thim and she too smirked. "I'm here to take your life silly... And if you resist I'll take your families as well.."
Kanda walked up to Spawn angrily and grabbed her shoulder for her to turn to her, "HEY! who the heck are you and what the hell are you doing!?" The official had no idea what to say, him and his family watched in horror as they saw this lunatic talking and moving as if she was talking to someone else, but it was just her..
Spawn laughed, "I told you, you idiot, I'm Spawn.. I'm you in a different perspective, and I'm taking over. "
Kanda could think of nothing to do to her but push her, "NO! this cant be!" Spawn took a step back and laughed hysterically at her. " Yes I am... " She unsheathed her sword and again thrusted it in Kanda, but this time through her face. And then she disappeared and there was nothing but Spawn left in the picture.
Spawn's attention was back on the official who had appeared to have a katana grasped in his hands. He was posed in a defensive stance. The family looked at Spawn horrified, they could see the difference in her now, she appeared to be enjoying their fear. "Now now... That was a mistake, now I have to kill all over you.." With one step his son and wife both hid behind him, his hands shook in fear of the woman as she came closer and closer... "You are a rapist, a murderer and a fraud.. You don't deserve to live.. and neither does you harlot and your pathetic son." She sprinted towards them her sword clenched in her hand and right when he went forth to attack she dodged to the right and swooped her to the left beheading him where he stood. As he head fell to the floor the wife screamed in horror. The headless body fell to the floor and a pool of blood started to form from the incapitated body.. "Haha ha ha...!" Spawn pointed to blade infront of the wifes face, barely tipping her nosed. "Now you flat faced whore its your turn. She stabbed the point of the sword down her throat as she screamed and then it became silent... She slid the sword out of her throat, he body to falling to the floor. She looked at the boy, evil was trapped in her eyes but before Spawn could raise her sword to end his life, a blade slid right through her stomach.. " UH! You cunt!" Spawn closed her eyes and poof! she disappeared.. Kanda stepped forward and looked at the mess Spawn had created, this was not what she was paid for. She turned around towards the exit and started to leave, but before she left she stopped and said to the boy, "If you one day grow up to be a man and want to take revenge on your father and mother, I will be waiting. And she exitted the house.
Stepping off the officials property she started her way down the road, and without surprise Spawn caming walking next to her.. " You can't get rid of me that easily, " She said with that evil grin across her face.
Kanda sighed, "I figured that much, what am I crazy?"
"No, Kanda, your a Talusthrone."
"A what?" "A Talusthrone, you're part of a cursed family, and I am your curse, your crazied personality.. I can't help it that I like the sight of blood, and that torturing people in fear in my hobby.. I part of you."
"I want to rid of you and live my life."
Spawn laughed again, that crazied annoying laugh was already starting to get to Kanda. "You can't, but the only way to help yourself is to go to them... The Talusthrones, they are our family."
Kanda looked at Spawn while walking, she was different but the same, just by looking at her you could see the evil craze in her eyes.. But her hair was down and not in a high ponytail like Kanda had. Her eyes were full black and she had liner on her eyelashes to give her that goth look, and her face a a bit pale..
"Well I guess I have no choice...."
"No silly... You dont.. And dont worry about finding them... They'll find you.. Just head to the north..." And with that Spawn disappeared leaving Kanda to venture towards the north...
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A masquerade ball, a way to stand amongst their peers again for all would gather for such a grand entertainment, even with the Talusthrone's reputation of accursed madness. Standing, hand resting firmly on his raging son's shoulder, watching as his orders were obeyed and the slave rushed off to arrange the invitations. A mirthless smile adorning the rugged maleness of his face at the thought of having some 'civilised' company.
Gnarled fingers, strong from years of sword-play, moving from Draeghans shoulder to the base of his neck and squeezing, a hiss emerging to counter Draeghan's disrespect as the fingers squeezed applying nasty levels of pressure "Enough boy... Whilever I am head of this clan, you will bite your tongue. We are having a ball and you will attend and be civil to our guests!" As far as Prayvyn was concerned Draeghan didn't threaten his place, in fact he held greater concerns over Median challenging him for the clans leadership.
Median, obviously drunk, yet showing his form of respect to the suggestion made, before calling for a beverage only to receive a bottle filled with goats piss and killing the slave to present it in one clean throw. "Median, enough. Lidia is a female and no female has the capacity to play such pranks. Only the male mind has such ability, women" he snorted "are only good for cooking, cleaning, producing heirs and the odd touch of rape. Nice throw though".
He tried to stifle the chuckle that emerged as Median continued, but it slipped out before he could. As much as he favoured Draeghan, the tampon image was amusing. Raven however disturbed him, for he was too much like Prayvyn's own father, lusting after his sister, sexing dead things and he simply shuddered thinking to turn his head to avoid the image. But momentarily the boy stopped and spoke sense. Blinking in astonishment mouth gaped in surprise "Raven my boy" (something not admitted very often) you may well have granted a stroke of genius."
Quickly turning his attention to Draeghan so he could pretend that Raven's next actions didn't happen. "There you are son, find a way to get your lady to our gathering. Surrounded by your family and friends, get the girl drunk and have your way. We get our party, you get your woman and everything is good. To think you wanted to brain your brother yet he gives you an idea that may just work, I wonder if we could draw Pandora here as well."
With that last word his left hand dropped to his crotch to scratch, part of his sensitivity was that whenever the Talusthrone name was spoken outside these walls, he would get an itch. Every time the boys played out of their castle, for days after he would scratch himself raw, making himself bleed and suffer. The boys were here, they hadn't been out to play for sometime so this must be some form of plotting. Not now in his moment of glory, the ball of the century. Prayvyn called his captain giving orders that men were to be sent seeking any who may speak of Talusthrone to be brought before him. The man turning and leaving, yet somehow this felt different and a memory of a woman raped years before while campaigning popped into his head. Surely not... all he needed now was another child, but if they had grown away from the family, perhaps they didn't bear the curses taint to the same extent as the others.
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[align=justify:730a7cbc03]Lidia had been hiding in the curtains of a shadow, snickering in the darkness to herself listening to all the waffle and rants inside her fatherâs throne room. The boys were truly a bunch of dorks, there could be no mistake. With the information delivered of grand balls and masks Lidia silently clapped her hands together, like a small child about to receive a cookie fresh from the over. It was her childlike excitement that spawned most of her better pranks, the type which really made people upset and violent towards each other⦠and a ball⦠what splendid opportunities that brought. It was like Halloween and Christmas all rolled into one super awesome celebration, she would offer tricks and treats all wrapped up a lovely package of âfuck youâ. It was moment like these that you needed minties⦠such a shame Lidia didnât know what a minty was, she guessed being savagely violated with candy cane- regardless, it sounded fun. Draegan really needed to get laid, she would volunteer but he wasnât her type, he would bore her to death with his ramblings about this AtraâLamia.
What was so fucking great about her anyway all woman have the same thing between their legs, gaping holes with really sharp teeth. At least Lidiaâs did, she wasnât too sure about everyone else but her father was always going on about toothless gums. So she guessed he was talking about a vagina with no teeth, where was the fun in that? Shaking her head while muttering silent curses hoping that Draeganâs dick would fall off and the dog âBiscuitsâ run away with it. Then he would have an excuse to actually sit down like a girl when he had to pee and not tell everyone that it was so big and he missed the piss-urn. Lidia knew it was all lies, she had seen it when he was taking a bath⦠looking down from the grate in the ceiling and there really wasnât anything to make a fuss about. If AtraâLamia was so stupid enough to get pissed and he have his way with her⦠she would have to be pissed so she wouldnât laugh herself to death and be greatly disappointed.
Median was always drunk; Lidia was actually surprised that he could tell the difference from cow, goats, horse or mule piss. On this occasion however he was wrong, it was actually four day old Draegan piss that she had been gathering over those four days, bottling it and leaving it out in the sun for a few fermenting days. It was his own special brew, it wasnât her fault that Median held no appreciation for vintage pee. Giggling to herself, attention being rudely stolen from her father, Median and Draegan only to focus on Raven skipping towards her carrying a dead corpse. Lidia shuddered, and even if he thought he were whispering, she heard what he had said to the corpse about fucking her⦠surely he could have found a better doll for the adventure that a slave. Right leg slightly jutting out from the curtain beneath the rim of hem so that he would not see, since the corpse was over his shoulder and his sight would be obscured; she intended for him to trip ass over head. Then quickly dart in the opposite direction before he would see her leave in a blurry rush.
She had plans to prepare, attire to order made and all the other preparations she would need to make this a very glamorous and humorous affair; no one would be safe from the taint of her pranks and nastiness. Speaking to her father could wait when the bothersome boys werenât so far up his ass that it was difficult to see where they began and where her father ended. Brown-nosers and opportunistic mungbeans they were, always sniffing around to find an easy meal or opportunity to fuck whatever moved and if it didnât move, they pushed it. Seriously, they were the biggest perverts and deviants she had ever encountered⦠and there had been many. Despite what her father thought, she was no virgin. Hell, her brothers were manwhores and she had three horny role-models to look up to not to mention her horndog of a father and all the sluts that came and went. She heard their âcommingsâ every night, even had fun with those noises herself⦠but it was beginning to become a little tedious and boring⦠even for a demented bitch like Lidia Talusthrone.[/align:730a7cbc03]
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Kanda ventured North, climbing over mountains, crossing vast rivers, walking through harsh terrain of the desert; she traveled far and wide until reaching a village which was surrounded by a forest. "Ah, finally civilization." When Kanda entered the village she knew that everyone knew her as an outsider. Typical she thought, this village was hidden by the vast forest so travellers were very rare. She just wanted to rest in a nice warm bed for once. Spawn appeared yet again before her, "Good job, I guess your not such an idiot after all.. You're close to your goal.. I can feel it."
"But where are they and who are they!? These Talusthrones?" Kanda wasnt sure she even wanted to know anymore, but somehow she had to know her ties with these people..
"You're about to find out...." Spawn poofed once more allowing her to disappear dramatically and just when she did two guards came before her, armed and ready.
"Did you speak the name of Talusthrone?" They seemed generous enough, "Who wants to know?" Kanda rested her right hand on the hilt of her sword.
"We are the servant guards of the family of Talusthrone, you must come with us now." The guards were aggressive, before she knew it she was grabbed and taken away from the village. She could have easily killed these pathetic men but decided not to resist, she would just play this whole thing out to get the information she needed. "Ouch, dont pull so hard!"
Not even a few miles away on the horse was she brought before a castle. Her eyes widened with curiousity once laying eyes upon it.. This might be interesting...
The guards escorted her inside and through several corridors to enter the heart of the castle, the throne room. Everything, the castle, the texture of clothing, the whole decoration of this place was something she had never seen before.. She had came so far to see this slob of a man? Just when the guards had bowed to their lord they left her there in the room with several other people she did not recognize, She scanned the others who seemed a lot younger than the old man, and maybe alittle more demented than she thought they were. She felt as if she had put herself in an awkard situation now. "Who the hell are you people?"
She suddenly became furious just by looking at them, they seemed unordinarily crazy just watching them, she spat at the floor hoping to disrespect this lord infront of her.
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[align=justify:4c8c328069]All he could wish was for them to shut the fuck up and do something with their words. Draegan too caught in the fire of his ire, a temper tantrum from hell only to have fun and jokes poking at him. Labeling him the village idiot, all he needed was one of those dumbass red and green hats with the bell dipping over the top, a little like Noddy or Wee-Willie-Winkie. Not that he minded funny hats, him and Lidia had the most amazing collection of them, used to play dress upâs as kids, she was the man and he was the bitch. That thought tweaked his nipples quite nicely, a rough twist and turn. Eyes burning with anger, listening to all the good advice being strung out like lima beans in the hot summer sun. Raven making a whisper to screw his own sister, âLidia? Yuk.â.
The thought made his stomach churn and a reoccurrence of breakfast finding its way up, spewing into a ball caught in his throat having to grunt and choke on it only to swallow it down. âMmm baked beans.â Fist thumping his chest, to make it work down nicely, now he didnât have to think about lunch he could focus on his balls. His fathers, idea of a ball. The smartass birdbrain brother, Crow-boy having made a statement about inviting Atra to this ball, he was amazingly surprised that his father thought it were a good idea. Get her drunk, pass out and enjoy himself. Draegan didnât think that would be as enjoyable as having some physical interaction on her part. Unlike his brothers, he actually liked something that wasnât dead-between-the-sheets.
Sighing and rolling his eyes, puffy red face returning to his usual sallow color of white. Twitching as his father made effort to remove his forceful grasp, a spasm to the left eye signaling how he disliked to be touched. A bad touch from a guy was not his idea of getting turned on, big hairy men touching each other on the butts. He knew Median was into butt-sexorz and often worried about sharing a shower with him in case Draegan dropped the soap and Median saw that as being flagged in for an easy landing. It was a constant worry to Draegan and had made it a nervous habit to sleep with his back to the wall after Median had tormented him with a question.
âIf we slept together and you woke up with a condom hanging out your ass, what would you do?â nervously Draegan had replied âWhat the fuck could I do. I would pull it out and tell no one!â Median winking and making the crude statement âSweet. Letâs sleep togetherâ Lord his older brother knew how to make him hurl, heave over and throw up until nothing was left but the acidic yellow bile burning in his throat. Perhaps Raven did make sense in this case, certainly Median didnât while muttering to himself and tormenting the servants with winks and beer bottles, the boy was a brut. Then again all Talusthrones were.
At least he and Raven wanted to fuck a female he supposed, Median liked to fornicate with the goats, Draegan heard them bleating at night âMerrrrrahhhhhh mmmmmrrrrrrreehhhhh RRRRRREEEEAHHHHâ and more than half of the women their father brought home were highly questionable between goat and goochie-momma. There was one named Gertrude who liked to make him sit on her lap while she tweaked his cheeks and hand-fed wieners to him, there was something very disturbing in being hand-fed wieners Draegan still had nightmares about it. Then there was Beatrice, who liked to pluck pubic hairs out of her twat and put them in the evening meal gravy, nothing worse than enjoy a rump of lamb and gravy only to pull out a 20cm long fanny-hair. âAnd the hair on her dicky-die-doe hung down to her knees!â.
Snapping out of the horror of being sexually molested by Median and tormented by hideous old hags with fetishes for little boys, he decided to answer his father with modesty and composure, usually Draegan had it but this was just one of those afternoons everyone was in a pissed off mood. âYes, I suppose I could invite her to play with my ballsâ taking in a deep breath then correcting himself with diplomacy. âTo THE ball. But tell me oh great and grey wise one, where the fuck will I send it?â Draegan didnât know her address, or if Atra even had one so right now he felt like a total assfuck with his dick in his hand. Pondering this for a moment.
âLast I knew she hung about that creepy temple where all the Darkbaneâs liked to hang out and do fucked up shit!â shrugging casually then taking a seat on his fatherâs throne, making sure he was more than comfortable, it fitted him rather nicely. âI am sure I will figure it out for myself, after all I have the brains in this family. If there is enough fuss about it, curiosity will draw her in. I wonât have to do a damn thing.â Leaning back into his fatherâs throne, hands resting on the back of his head, leaning back and enjoying the comfort of the comfortable cushion. He had always wondered what his father sat on, he had always thought a hemi-donut, no one could be that tight of an ass and not have piles from it. âSo when is this party kicking off, huh?â[/align:4c8c328069]
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[align=justify:dce58a9d3f]Reeling from the effects of many nights of heavy drinking, booze and bitches was his idea of the perfect night and Median planned to do the same again this night. Head jerking back only to shake for he was not sure if he heard Raven correctly let alone anyone else in the vicinity. Every time he heard the mention of balls, his hand came only to swipe at the empty air, in annoyance. âBalls. Well mine are big, hairy and bouncyâ Finger rising to trace a circle in the air above his head âWhoopy Poopy Fucking Dooâ spluttering out in spittle and dribble. Losing interest on what Raven was doing dragging the servantâs body out of the room by the hair. What could Median say, the boy had style and no doubt would bang it like a choir boy on a Christmas drum.
Looking at Draegan while he swaggering on his heels, forwards and backwards. âThe way youâre going twinkle tots, youâre heading for a pulverized sconing. But, let me do you a favor, eh. Iâll bang her for you and tell you how it was the next morning. How does that tickle your twingles? Why send a boy to do a manâs job?â Median always loved a fight, it sure as hell was better than sticking around here dying his panties pink just to fit in. Eyebrow rising only to reply to Draeganâs last question because all his other statements were purely moronic This party will kick off when you stop whining like a bitch and actually act like a Talusthrone instead of pissing and moaning like a groaning whore! Go pop a tit in your mouth and actually learn what to do with one, you fucking liverless pussy.â
Giving a salute to his father and the finger to Draegan, turning and gingerly making his way towards the door though seeing two doors and instead of walking out one he banged straight into the stone wall with a loud âOof!â only to curl his fist into a tight ball and proceed to punch one. âTHE FUCKING DOOR MOVED!!â a yell of surprise emitting from parched alcohol starved lips as stone and knuckles crunched. Not feeling a damn thing, and would only feel the hangover he was sure to have the following day. Median was an enigma when it came to pain, he just never felt any. A berserker by name and a berserker by nature, he had no time for pain. Did not even know what pain was.
All of this talk of this Atra female was starting to make him curious, he wasnât interested before but with Draegan moping and crying over her, she sure must be a beauty. The longest Median had ever heard of Draegan speaking about a girl was 10 minutes. 10 minutes of blow by blow detail of sticking her head between two planks and proceeding to stab her eyes out with an ink quill. The boy had serious issues and serious sexual tension. Numerous times Median had suggested masturbation but he doubted Draegan would even know what to do with it let alone where to put it. It would explain the squinty spasm he got to the eyes though and the suspicious hairy palms. âDamn, I should have been a doctor. I am a fucking geniusâ he thought to himself as he finally busted a big enough hole to crouch down and wriggle through.
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[align=justify:c55f04d9ba] Lidia more than happily mused herself, dealing with these lunatics was no easy task and there were many times where she wished there was another female in the family to relate to. Of course there were the voices in her head telling her what to do in order to get some blood flowing freely around here. Everyday it took some menial task to achieve the disarray in someone else life, a bit of death there with a dash of pain. She had always thought of herself like one of the oracles, receiving psychic messages from some other unseen force or spirit. For all the voices she had heard, every single one of them had been female⦠angelic at times and then most of the time, some hellish nightmarish tone that have Lidia chills the moment it spoke to her. There had been several occasions when glancing in the mirror in her chambers only to see a reflection that was not her, shadowed and full of darkness.
Was it all some kind of dark warning? Surely she would have spoken to Raven about it but he seemed to be off on one of his trophy seeking tangents; corpse patrol for stupid fuckface, at least something to that degree for wherever a dead body were to be found⦠Raven was never too far away. The mood of the day had set Lidia back; she was all bright, chirpy and ready for some chaotic fun and mischief for the day. Cleverly she had set her traps, and a couple was still awaiting their victims to stumble across. Her mother, Beatrice had been the ultimate master of pranks and hilarious incidences; from misplaced pubic hairs to urine in the milk urns⦠the butter in this household wasnât yellow because of the churning process. It was all in the aid to make the place shine with rainbows and sparkles; it went with their sunny and friendly dispositions because they were such lovely people.
Skipping off down the hallway after having dodged being sighted by Raven as he would have tripped, a black shiny shoe sticking out from behind the curtain, when shifted would be all that heâd find⦠a shoe belonging to no foot other than Dorko the Kitchen Maid. A rather stout and broad woman that reminded Lidia of an over-sized marshmallow wearing stained clothing and a white apron where smudge marks displayed down her front. Dorko had a very round face, like the full moon on a clear night, whiskers on her chin, grey hair always in a bun and a thick Russian accent. This particular maid liked to peek on Prayvyn, Lidia knew she must have the fancies for him because every evening late at night sheâd bring him warm milk and cookies.
Daddy Talusthrone only graciously accepted them with a smile until she turned her back and he gave it to the dog. Everyone wondered why after those nightcaps the dog became overly randy and loved to hump legs⦠people legs, chair legs⦠and type of legs. Sneakily Dorko must have been slipping aphrodisiac drugs into the milk in order to get some âbump and grindâ, Talusthrone style. So, Lidiaâs mission was to get these lovely vial of whatever the potion was, and slip it into the punch during the night of the ball- just to give the affair something to really talk about the next day. Lidia knew Dorko was some kind of sorceress or witch who worshipped this naked female statue by black candlelight.
Occultic speaking Lidia knew enough to get her by, but nothing to the extent of Dorko who seemed to have her fat hands in everything from aphrodisiacs to poisons. There was even a huge phallus sitting on her altar, between her chalice and ritual dagger. Maybe she was conspiring to turn her father, and force a love spell on him. Prayvyn hated magic of any kind, he thought very little of immortals and their superlative ways to appear superior when actually they were weak idols hiding behind energy of some alignment. Still, she had picked up bits and pieces while observing Dorko and her rituals, the potion was harmless, all she had to do was get her little hands on the stuff and vamoose.
Sneaking along the corridor, down the stairs and towards the kitchen though keeping to the right to see Dorko busy at making her pies. A large rolling pin crashing down on the skull of some unfortunate animal only to be stuffed inside a massive tin and thrown into the fiery pits of the ovens. Good, the fat cow was busy, making her rotten pies, popping pussies and humming that infernal god-awful off-key tune what she always sung under her rancid breath. Quickly turning and heading down to the servants quarters, hiding in the shadows and easily sneaking into Dorkoâs room where a table was busy with all kinds of herbs, powders and bottles. Eyes carefully studying each and every bottle, reading the labels.
It was the 50th bottle discovered that she read the label and knew this was the one Dorko had been giving to her father⦠Horny Goatâs Weed, smirking to herself and having to force away a fit of laughter. Pocketing the potion only to replace it with another Powdered Yak Turds exchanging the labels and noting that all was well, she wasnât busted and some poor innocent fuck wanting to get lucky was going to drink/eat turds instead of getting frisky and splitting the custard. âDirty critters!â Lidia mumbled to herself before hearing the voices reply to her judgmental assessment. Talking away to herself while hands stuffed themselves into her pockets, feet scuffling at the ground bored-like as she chatted to herself and the voices replied with all the zest they usually did⦠talkative they were, sometimes they just never listened to her telling them to shut the hell up; never-ending and a lot of the times it was just jabbering nonsense that made no sense or even any form of intelligence.
At least now Lidia had her potion and the ball was going to be more than just a little interestingâ¦[/align:c55f04d9ba]
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His sons, his future, the curse of his demented grandsire so prevelant in their actions. The ball looming large in his mind, for perhaps from the depths of morose that has swamped his family demise into obscurity, some salvage of place could be reft from the grasp of dooms foretold. Median, as drunk as a man could get and still differentiate between vertical and horizontal, suggesting to Draeghan that he should take the ride and then share the details, before wandering towards the doorway, missing it completely and demolishing the wall in order to continue his path. Prayvyn sighing at his lumbering sons sense of purpose, so strong in his own will that instead of thinking, 'Shit I am drunk' and looking around to see if the door was to be found. instead he would tear his way through a wall. If that sense of purpose could only be directed from the tunnel vision blindness that Median lived in, "Ahhh" the sigh escaping for that was but wishful thinking.
About to answer Draeghan's question about the timing of the ball, he paused as the sound of running footsteps grew closer. No one ran in these halls unless a message arrived purely for the fact that someone kept tripping people who ran up. A broomstick poked from a hole in the wall, banana peels skillfully thrown, someone having oiled the floors surface, so the tendency was in order to avoid these torments, to walk carefully. But Prayvyn wouldn't allow his messengers that luxury. The man entering, face flushed from exertion, obviously out of condition and as Prayvyn waited that he caught his breath he pondered giving Median a challenege, to try and get the guard force back into shape as if this one was any example, they were beginning to look very rounded.
"The guards you sent to find out whom spoke of Talusthrone have returned Mi'lord, they escort her here now" a nod of dismissal, Draeghans question now his attention. "I think a month my son, a month for invitations to be sent, a touch of tarting up for the place" his voice lowering and becoming hard "And to try and get you and your brothers using some form of courtesy suited to high society instead of gutters and whorehouses." He may be old but Prayvyn was still the ruling lord of the family and he was damned if he would have his guests offended. If his sons dreamt of his position they had better damned well learn that their derangements had to be kept as much as possible... behind closed doors.
Turning to face the doorway as a tired sergeant entered, eyes rolling at the chasm where Median had dug his way through to escape, "The prisoner milord" Prayvyn nodding, his gaze drawn to the hole, not as yet noticing the prisoner properly "Fetch a mason sergeant, we must have rats or something and the wall needs fixing, dismissed" Momentarily Prayvyn had forgotten why they even had a prisoner then a smile blossoming as the puzzle was solved, "you spoke the name of Talusthrone" he uttered before he looked up and saw her face. Prayvyn's demeanour changed in an instant as his face first went pale then flushed, eyes bright, mouth working with no sound as he stepped quickly to stand before the young woman.
"It cannot be... it cant be possible" his voice sounding for the most part... unhinged. "Felicia..." he gasped then stood back all colour again leaving his face. He stood silently, conflicting emotion running through his body until at the back of his mind, memory formed and clicked into place. "No... no no no" he whispered then drew himself up and cocked his head to the side in intense study of her features. When Prayvyn had been the age that Lidia now was, he had fallen totally in love (mind you he fell in love quite often back then) but when he had approached his father he had been told that her and her family were to twisted for any Talusthrone to marry. (In hindsight was that the pot calling the kettle black?)
Prayvyn had begged and pleaded and his father only became more firm. In the dead of night he had many interludes with the girl, until one night his father followed him and Prayvyn found himself locked away in his fathers dungeon, only released after a week and no trace of his love or her family remained. Every question met with silence for his father ruled with an iron fist and only months later (funnily enough about 8 months to be exact) word came the girl was dead. But now here stood her exact image, the same face and age of his love Felicia. It seemed he had another child... "I know not who you are child, but your face is that of your mother and it seems you have come home. I am Prayvyn Talsthrone, and you child... look like you may be one of my seed. Your mothers name, Felicia was it not and she and I... we were together and I think... I think you are one of us."
"Draeghan attend us" he left hand rose in gesture "Come, greet your sister" many would have thought his acceptance strange, but blood called to blood in this clan, and the lord of the clan could taste /smell/ sense his own kin when they stood in his view. This girl, was one of his own and now perhaps Lidia would have a little friend to play with (ok so his mind slips sometimes lol he is a Talusthrone)
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Raven was lost in his own little world of sick and perverted fantasy, the corpse still warm clutched in his arms, mind believing it was Lidia, his sister, ready willing and horny for some good old fashioned Raven loving. Stumbling along, nothing else noticed then foot collecting something, he went down face first from the shoe Lidia had planted. The corpse hitting the floor first, Raven tilting so his face slammed into the floor breaking his nose and loosening a few teeth. As he went to rise his thoughts clarified and he realised it wasn't Lidia instead was the corpse of a servant he had felt up on numerous occasions.
Standing, shaking his head, left hand rising to place index finger in his mouth and wriggle several teeth, a scowl on his face as blood streamed from his nostrils and his tongue moved to catch every drop. "To good to waste... to good to waste" he said in a high pitched girlish voice and giggled despite the pain. What had he been doing carrying the corpse, no clue impinged in his thoughts. A sudden smirk and he had an idea. Grabing the corpse unceremoniously, he quickly moved to his brother Medians bedchambers, lifting the covers in such dissarray, the smell of stale vomit and cum rising from the bed. Tilting the corpse into a kneeling postion, he quickly stripped away her undergarments revealing her bare ass and female goodies. He then covered her upper body and stood back.
When Median opened the door, he would be greeted by the sight of a vagina waiting for ravishment, and if he was half as drunk as he usually was, well he might just get some sex. Best part however would be the bellow that followed when he finished and realised what he had banged. A cold and ruthless cuckle emerged from Raven, this was one of his best. A final glance, the position willing, available and perfect, he stepped out and carefully closed the door. Horny as a hamster in heat, his next port of call, his sister's bed chamber. Tapping on the door, no answer, so he quietly stepped in. No sign of her presence, as he moved across to find her laundry basket, only to be completely gutted in the discovery the basket was empty, no bras or knickers for him to steal and sniff while masturbated.
Tears forming and running down his cheeks to mix with the blood of his broken nose, he walked and sat in total dissappointment on the edge of her bed. This just wasn't Raven's day, not only were his wonderful handsome features (ok he has an ego, but he is a bloody Telephone, I mean Talusthrone it goes with the territory), but his favourite sex toy, his sister's dirty lingerie, was unavailable. Raven had bought his sister lingerie for her birthdays and gifts since she had been twelve so he figured it was his right to at least sniff it. He would sit there, sad, weeping gently and wait for her after all, he might get lucky, or at least be able to tell her how he had planted the corpse in Medians bed chamber. He liked sharing his trick with Lidia, she seemed to understand Raven better then anyone.
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Felicia? How could he possibly know her mothers name, she only heard rumors about her mother but as a child she longed to know what she was like. And this man, was her father? "Me? One of you? A Talusthrone?" These questions kept flowing out her mouth in confusion.. Her head started to spin and she began to become dizzy... She slowly wiped her sweating forhead as she looked back at the old man, "Is this why I'm crazy?" She was referring to her cursed personailty Spawn, such a person could not have just been created normally by her own imagination.. Something was really deranged about her. "I need know how to fix this thing wrong with me..." She said addressing Pravvyn, "I'm not here for a family visit, if I am really family, I just know I have something really wrong with me.... " She paused hopefully she wasnt going to be looked at like a freak, she remembered growing up as a child she was always the outcast in the village. She was an orphan and she was labeled as an outsider, she was satisfied as a kid until her first death, when a sudden urge came over her to shove an apple down this boys throat. After that no one dared talk bad about her, for their death would come soon by an insane little girl..
When Pravvyn addressed the other as her brother, she observed him with judgement, " Brother? Eh.." She wasnt in the best of moods and she knew she was coming off to them as a total bitch, but what would they expect, she wanted to be normal and she couldnt because she had their blood running through her... But she if she was going anywhere she needed to drop the attitude..
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[align=justify:cfd96a4772]Draegan could not believe his eyes as an extremely gorgeous woman entered his fatherâs throne room. Eyes blinking at his father and then towards the woman only to stand back and watch the interaction between the king of Talusthrone and this exquisite female. All sorts of indecent thoughts raced through Draeganâs mind while his father spoke, moving to stand behind her while his eyes undressed her thinking all sorts of perverse things he would like to do and could do to her lavish body. Tongue flicking out to run across his lips to try and stop himself drooling all over the place. His father really did know how to smell the pretty ones out and this one was a total dish. Finding willpower somehow to stop himself from reaching out, grabbing her and having his evil way with her right there and then before his father had the chance. All the women around these parts were dreadfully hideous compared to this rare beauty and he had to taste her, touch her and explore her with his hands and tongue. God he wanted to taste her.
His tongue was just about to leave his mouth when his father mentioned sister. âSISTER!?!?!â he blurted out without actually realizing he nearly shouted the castle down around them. âGreat, a hot lady and she had to be my fucking sister. Just absolutely fan-fucking-tastic!â he thought to himself without actually having said it. Or did he just actually say that? At times Draegan wasnât aware he was speaking to himself or speaking out a loud for all to hear and giggle at. Half the time he was sure he was the village idiot and not the retarded goblin who lived in a large mushroom somewhere on the outskirts of their kingdom. The one who usually came into town yelling obscenities at everyone and pointing a large bone shouting âThe Dark Goddess is coming! The Dark Goddess is coming!!â never made any sense to Draegan just why a dark goddess would bother with their crazy asses.
They were too busy talking about balls and screwing their sisters than being a force to be worried about. Not like the old days. The old days of Ayenee and Eden were long gone and as soon as everyone faced it, the better this miserable world would be. Shaking his head at the whole idea of having another sister. A sister that his father was meant to have held her by the feet as a screaming baby, slamming her head into the stone of the castle. They didnât need another sister, what they needed was more women to breed with or at the very least have fun trying to breed with. Maybe a trip to the slave auctions was what he needed. Find himself a sexy sex slave and have his fun with until he got sick of her and slit her throat. Draegan did not want to breed, he just wanted to get his rocks off in some tight little pussy and get rid of his daily stresses of living in this rat hole with his annoying asshole brothers and father. Draegan looked the lass up and down again, eyes staring at her breasts before rising to look at her face and greet his sister as instructed.
Nodding his head at his father, clearing his throat and bowing his head only slightly at the female. It was not his usual practice to show any woman any kind of respect, as his father taught him women were to be used and abused. They were placed here to please man, and every woman would please him on their knees with something in their mouths to stop them from talking. âHalf sister!â Speaking with a snotty attitude and not giving the woman the respect of being a Talusthrone since she obviously was an outcast and the child was conceived outside of the kingdom in a ditch somewhere. Smirking a little as he again looked her up and down with a raised eyebrow. âSo, where did you crawl out from and how do we know you are not an imposter?â For all Draegan knew, she could be a spy sent by the bitch-Queen of Eden, one who they all had already sample her fruits and did not like the taste of her apple pie.[/align:cfd96a4772]
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(( OOC - Apologies for the delay, crazy crazy times people))
He knew something important was happening, but for some reason it had completely slipped his mind. Hand raising to chin in thought as he looked about the room, a glimmer of memory, it was something to do with children. "Hmmm" he grunted as he thought, Median... no drunk and off molesting walls, or perhaps he had fallen to humping cobblestones now, no good could come of that, except self circumsicision. Then again at least Median might not smell quite so cheesy if that happened, interesting thought. Raven, where was Raven, a smirk forming as he remembered Raven carrying off the corpse, such a good boy tidying up after his brothers and their wanton excesses. Something about wanting to do something to his sister impinging on Prayvyn's thoughts, "Ahhhhh" he uttered as the thought entered his head of Raven giving his sister a little something special, a present of some sort obviously.
Lidia, the apple of his eye, he would have to find her a husband, some seventh son of a seventh son so perhaps the curse could be lifted. Although the fact that the last two males whom had breached the subject of her suit had mysteriously been found hanging upside down in the dungeons with their testicles in their mouths and their entrails missing and the previous one had never been found was a minor concern, obviously they must have had some disease. And lastly Draeghan, Draeghan the one who thought he was cock of the rock, the big cheese with the balls to match, the stud of the family with the brains and the beauty...
Prayvyn's memory suddenly back where it should be, his fist bunching and he turned, stamped over to where Draeghan stood, left arm rising in classic whip action, arm cocking back then a slight turn of the hips pushing the left side of his body forward and tension released, fist flying straight forwards and upwards aiming directly at Draeghans jaw. Prayvyn wasn't a small man by any means and years of rowdy bar room brawling had left him solidly muscled. Should the punch impact on the point of Draeghan's jaw, it would give Draeghan something to think about. "Listen boy..." Prayvyn growled, "If you live long enough to try and claim head of this family you will learn something, the head and for now that's me, knows the blood of this family, it calls to us, we smell and taste it we know it."
The last phrase said with chilling certainty... "She is your sister Draeghan, I know MY blood, so show some manners". Head turning, the knowledge that as head of the family he 'should' be safe from Draeghan offering reprisal (although his several former family heads had discovered the hard way that their children were not as respectful as could be hoped and possibly realised in their death throes their mistake) Prayvyn believed this. Voice becoming softer as he spoke to Kanda... "Kanda my child, I apologise for this misbegotten son of mine. He has a woman on his mind and sadly his balls are currently his brains."
Prayvyn chuckled "Crazy you say?" The chuckle becoming a laugh lasting a moment then fading into obscurity, "Of course thats why you are crazy, why you get strange urges, why wierd things happen and why you have come home. Blood calls to blood and our families... Curse does that, it draws us... together." He turned his face to the guard captain, "This is one of our family, treat her with the same respect you would us" noting the supression of mirth in the guards demeanour at the word respect and knowing that at some point these guards would find himself on the recieving end of Prayvyn's own brand of perverse madness. "Arrange for our mothers quarters to be cleaned and prepared, those quarters are now Kanda's," a gesture and the guard dismissed. It was odd for Prayvyn to show any respect to a female, but the memory of her mother's... charms left him nostalgic.
"We are holding a ball Kanda, just a little intimate gathering, nothing fancy just a few hundred guests and entertainment. Stay a while, get a feel for things and perhaps you can understand your self a little better." Now he just had to worry that Draeghan didn't stab him in his sleep or poison his wine, it was the Talusthrone way after all.
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"AND WHAT OF IT!?" She was referring to Dreagan about calling her a half-sister. "I'd watch what I say around me swine, I'm more complex than I look." Her eyes followed back to the man who called himself her father. "I'm not sure where exactly I come from but if staying here helps me understand my faults then maybe I can overcome them. So yes, I will stay."
Kanda paid no attention to Spawn who stood right next to her, but she could feel Spawn's anger running through her vains, making her more aggressive and aware than she usually was..
"Father, I have something to tell you if I must stay here.. There is another inside me, her name is......"
"Spawn.... Nice to meet you father." Her voice was different, more devious and cocky. " Oh how I would love to tear this lower being infront of me to pieces for calling me a half-sister!!!" She licked her lips thinking about the joy it would give her to lick the side of his decapitated head and tasting ever flowing blood..
Kanda shook her head, shaking Spawn away.. "As you can see I'm a lttle more complex... But the ball sounds nice!"
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[align=justify:4e5c66d318]Draegan smirked a little at her reference to him, cocking his head to the side in a bird like manner as calm crimson eyes glanced over towards his father. He was not at all intimidated by the obvious ill-bred, what to come into his family home throwing around insults like her shit didn't stink but the smell of ass gave it all away. He did not hesitate in speaking back to her in the same manner just given, since all her respects had been pissed out the window along with the stale tampon up her ass, he may as well follow suit. "I beg to differ that it should be you who watches their phrases and lack of intelligence around me, Gujarati!"
His hand gesturing towards her that she was becoming more of a nuisance and losing any semblance of interest she may have had in the beginning before she open the trap she called a mouth. The obvious nut standing before his father was growing more irritating with each passing moment, of course people with two faces did that, the double talk and the shit dribbling from its orifice was more than an indication it suffered from more delusions of grandeur that even his father or Median did. To the extreme and beyond. If the stupid bitch had any backbone she would have attacked instead of prattling about it the whelp it was, looking for attention.
Draegan coughed, his sword was instantly withdrawn from the side it had been sheathed, the blade turning with the flick of his wrist and without warning of any indication, rapid speed and precision the sword's edge was swung outwards from his right side in a brisk backhand motion towards whoever the fuck she was, or thought she was. The target being more central to her lower abdomen though with a more upward slashing motion that if she simply stepped to one side like so many of his adversaries attempted her right shoulder would still catch some brunt of the blade. And if she stepped backwards she would risk exposure to her upper torso since the blade was long enough to reach unless of course she possessed super bitch powers and could teleport elsewhere like all the cowards.
It was hilarious how many could teleport elsewhere, seemed like that was not a special ability and every fool possessed it. Not only would a great deal of force be placed in the motion of his waist, back and forearm, but also his stance was solid to the ground where he stood, yet light enough to change position for yet another attack. Unlike her, all piss and wind, he was not. Since she was in some form of chitchat la la land, it was highly unlikely she would stop in mid conversation and have all her wits about her in an incoming attack. Draegan was crazy enough to kill her right in front of his father and there was not a single fucking thing he or her could do to stop it. He had enough with words, right now he wanted to see her blood upon the floor with her head in the middle of it. No compromise and no sweet talking out of it.
She was no Talusthrone, that could be determined just by looking at how wretched the creature really was, no poise, no charm, definitely no blue blood. How dare his father attempt to bring this sham into the family? He would not stand for it and he knew that his brothers and sister would feel the same. [/align:4e5c66d318]
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While some people would call Spawn a curse, Kanda would appreciate her at this moment. Kanda was indeed in mid conversation but Spawn was not. Silly dog.. She thought to herself, this little bitch was trying to catch her off guard.. Dumb shitplugger. Involuntarily Kanda's body moved, Spawn wanted to take action.
Of course Spawn could see this attack a mile away and it was so tremendously slow. His heavily, pathetic attack was no match for her swift movements. With involuntary ease she unsheathed her sword just by the very sound of Draegan hand even grasping his sword. This gave her enough time to sweep her sword in an upwards motion to her right shoulder to parry his attack. Whenever the blades would touch she would use her strength on her right foot pushing as much concentrated force as she could at the moment on the clash. This, if she applied to right force, would possibly send him a little of balance and give her maybe a second to strike a killing blow.
But even though Spawn was evil, she would not try to kill this man so quickly he was slightly entertaining to her.
As she did this Spawn's eyes filled with hungry anger, "You Coward! Can't try to kill me while I'm paying attention! Pathetic!"